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Howdy folks. I have actually written another chapter. Yay! I didn't think that it would happen so soon. But I've had it on the brain all day so I did it. And it looks the plan is afoot. Hope you enjoy because this is winding down. Ta. :)

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Do you think that Ronan heard us?" Weir asked as she leaned against the wall between the two pods. She had her arms crossed in front of her. They had been waiting for almost fifteen minutes for something to happen. They were getting anxious as well as bored. Not the best combination for the group.

Rodney looked up at Weir from where he was sitting by the console. He looked tired. "I would say he did hear us. He did mention that Sheppard had talked about hearing whispering around him. That had to have been us. I just don't get what's taking so long. Something has to have gone wrong."

"Isn't there anything else that we can do Rodney?" she asked with an imploring look on her face.

"I'm sorry Elizabeth. I've done everything that I can up to this point. I gave Ronan the plan and told him to give me ten minutes to do what I had to do from here. After that it was up to him and Sheppard. Maybe Sheppard was in no condition to help. That's always a possibility." He looked over at the pods and sighed.

Weir sighed as well and looked at the remaining people in the lab. Teyla was sitting against the far wall with her knees up to her chest and her arms folded across her knees. She had her chin on her arms and seemed to be staring at some point on the floor. She looked extremely tired and the boredom was showing. She then turned her head and looked at Becket who was sitting on the gurney that was against the wall to her right. His legs were dangling over the edge and he had a hand on either side of him, resting on the bed. He was looking at the two of them, listening to the conversation. She cocked her head and smiled wanly at the man. "Do you think they'll be okay Carson? Like Rodney said, something must have gone wrong."

"It's hard to say Elizabeth. I'm not sure what damage the Colonel will have with everything that has happened in the last few days. Both physical and mental. And I really want to see why he yelled out the way that he did. Ronan is another story. He seemed to be okay when he came out the first time, but we don't know what's going on in there. Something could happen to him while inside the Colonel's mind. And it may show on him physically out here. We'll just have to wait and see. Sorry I can't give you more of an answer."

She smiled at him again and then looked back at McKay. "You're absolutely sure that there's nothing else that we can do? I just hate sitting around here doing nothing. I just doesn't feel right."

Rodney shook his head. "I'm sure there nothing we can do. We just have to wait and see if Ronan and Sheppard are able to start the plan. I'm sure we'll be able to figure out if something is happening just by watching their EEGs. Or the control panel for that matter. Something has to happen soon. You'll see Elizabeth."

They all sighed collectively except for Teyla who had not entered into the conversation. She had just continued to stare at the floor. Nobody decided to interrupt her boredom.

John and Ronan had made it safely to the armory again and had systematically gone through everything to see what they could use. In the end Ronan grabbed a couple of flash bangs and put them with his stunner. He really didn't seem to think that he needed anything more. Sheppard on the other hand felt that he needed more fire power. Even though they were setting a trap he didn't want to go into the situation unarmed. He knew that he would feel naked. So to speak. Plus, it was his mind and he could use as much weaponry as he felt he needed. He would use an A-Bomb to blow the sucker up if he thought it would do any good. The pilot stuck a service revolver in its holster at his hip and then armed his P-90. He stuck some extra clips into his tactical vest and then fixed the position of his radio. Then he checked the com in his ear. Everything was in working order. But then again, it was his brain, so why wouldn't everything be working? He just hoped to god that their plan would work because he really didn't want the roommate in his head anymore.

Ronan and John stood for a couple of extra moments to do one final check on their supplies and then they nodded at each other. Words were not necessary when they knew exactly what they were going to do. They headed out the door and then went in separate directions. Their plan was in motion. And they both thought as they headed down their respective hallways, 'I better not die.' If they only knew how alike they really were. They would probably laugh.

John came around a corner and pointed his P-90 out in front of him. He was headed towards the infirmary. The last know place where Puren was. If he didn't find him there then he had a pretty good idea where he was. John thought about it for a moment as he stealthily moved along. 'Why the hell do I keep calling it him? –It- is more like it. It's an Ancient device that thinks it's alive.' The thought continued as he made his way down the next hall. He stopped when he reached the infirmary.

He peered around the corner and saw nothing. He moved a little farther inside and scanned the area. Still nothing. When he had decided that Puren was no longer there he turned and left the room. He tapped the com in his ear. "Hey Ronan." He spoke quietly. "Puren's not in the infirmary. I'm heading to the Control Room."

"I haven't been able to find him either." Came Ronan's tinny voice over the com. "I'll follow your lead and meet you there."

"See you in five." And he tapped his earpiece again. John slowly made his way to the nearest transporter and stepped inside. Within seconds he was on the level that he wanted. Minutes later he spotted Ronan coming from the opposite direction and rendezvoused with him. "He has to be here because he doesn't seem to be anyplace else." John said quietly.

"I'll check around the Gate." Ronan said matter of factly.

"I guess that means I'm checking the Control Room. I'll signal you if I spot him. You do the same." Ronan nodded at him and he began to move away. "You know, he could be watching our every move." John said in his own matter of fact tone.

Ronan turned to face him. "I know." He said and then left the room.

Sheppard watched his back as he left, smirked slightly and then head to the Control Room. Again he hoped the plan would work.

After Sheppard did a quick search of the Control Room he walked to Weir's office and before he could reach the room he knew what he would find. He could just make out that somebody was sitting in her chair. He looked through the glass and sure enough the form of Ford was sitting in her chair with his feet up on the desk, crossed at the ankles and his hands were crossed behind his head. When John reached the entrance he could see the look on Puren's face. It was satisfaction.

"I am glad to see that you have finally arrived Colonel John Sheppard. I was beginning to think that you would not grace me with your presence." The look turned evil as put his feet down and sat forward, clasping his hands together in front of him on the desk. "I guess that I was wrong."

"Yeah. You were wrong. This is my brain and you're not going to screw with it. Not any more. I've seen the error of my ways and you're going to get your butt kicked. I can guarantee you that."

"Such optimism. I like that in a vessel. It just makes things more enjoyable. You can not win John Sheppard. I thought that you would know that by now. I guess that I will have to give you more pain before you get it into your head. I am the Supreme. I will have your soul and I will win. Do not deny me."

A slight flicker of panic appeared on John's face and then an instant later it was gone. Puren didn't notice. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, the whole time Sheppard was wondering how he was going to let Ronan know that he had found their adversary. Then John decided to stop the staring contest and raised his P-90. He aimed it at the Ford wannabe and put his finger on the trigger. 'The plan will work.' He thought an instant before Puren attacked.

TBC in Chapter Twenty-Four….

A/N: Hope you liked cause I've been sitting here, for like an hour, trying to think of what to write. And I left you hanging. So sorry. And holly crap, I feel like I'm dyslexic with this damn keyboard. It's taking me twice as long to type because I keep having to delete all the mistakes I'm making. I know what I want to say but words keep coming out all mixed up. Ahhhh!! I feel like ripping out my hair I'm so frustrated. Anyways, thanks for the reviews on the updates. Sooo welcome. Please send more. Later days guys. :)