Ch. 65

(Atlantis, Briefing Room)

John, his team, and Stacey called in an emergency Briefing with Elizabeth. Everyone sat around the table except for Stacey, who was passing back and forth.

"As far as we know, there is no one else living on the Mainland except for the Athosians," Stacey said. "So, where did the dart come from?"

"The dart looks like it's of Ancient design," Rodney said, looking at the detailed scan on his monitor.

"Okay, I know that there aren't any Ancients living on the Mainland. When I had Nemesia's memories there was nothing to indicate that any amount of the Ancients settled there," Stacey explained.

"Perhaps, the Ancestors left the darts behind when they left for earth," Teyla suggested.

"Yeah, but how did it get on the Mainland?" John asked.

Weir turned her attention to Teyla, "Teyla, would you talk to Halling and some of the hunters among your people?"

"Of course," Teyla gave a slight bow.

"Okay, so, I'll ask the other obvious question: Why would the Ancients create a dart with Nanites that keeps the wound from healing properly?" Elizabeth asked.

"Maybe, it was a weapon to fight against the Wraith," Ronan said.

"The Wraith do have the Healing ability, as well," Stacey nodded.

"Okay, keep me posted," Weir said. "Dismissed."

The others quickly left to do their respective duties. Stacey dragged her feet out and headed back to the Isolation Room where Allison was.

"Stacey," Elizabeth said as she got up. "Get some sleep. Carson will alert you if there's any changes."

"I'm fine," Stacey insisted.

"You don't look it," Weir told her. "Don't make it an order."

"Fine," Stacey sighed.

Stacey slowly left and headed to her quarter's. Elizabeth shook her head at her friend and sighed before leaving the room herself.

(John-Stacey's Quarter's)

Stacey tossed and turned in her sleep. Finally, she had had enough. She looked at her watch that she had placed on the bed side table. Stacey had only gotten two hours of sleep. Adam began to wake up from his nap. He grabbed the rails to the crib with his small fingers. Stacey went over to him.

"Hello, handsome," she greeted him.

Adam began jumping up and down in excitement of his mother's presences. Stacey picked him up and threw him up in the air playfully several times. She heard the door to her quarter's beep. Carrying Adam, resting him on her hip, she went to answer it.

"Come on in,"

Colonel Caldwell entered the room. Stacey put Adam down to play with his toys and sighed.

"Come to say 'I told you so' have you?" she asked, sitting down in a chair close to where Adam was playing.

Caldwell had expected this from her. They hadn't exactly gotten along with one another lately.

"No. I came to see how you were holding up, doctor," he said.

"Sure you did," Stacey sarcastically. "Look, I don't mean to be rude . . . Well, okay, maybe I do a little bit. But, I need to figure out how to save my daughter. You can lecture me about kids not being aloud on a military base later."

"Sure. Good luck, doctor," with that Caldwell left.

Stacey turned to Adam and wondered out loud, "Maybe Nemesia knows something." She went over to Adam and sat down, Indian Style. "Okay, Adam, I need to talk to Nemesia about something. How can I do that?"

Her radio suddenly came to life.

"Stacey, I need you to come to the Infirmary. Rodney might have found something," Carson said.

Stacey perked up. "I'm on my way, Carson." She got up and said to Adam, "I guess I don't need Nemesia after all. Let's go." She snatched up Adam and left for the Infirmary.

To be continued . . .