Mr Woolsey hurried through the empty corridors of Atlantis as the slowly rising sun lit the long halls with an enchanting glow. H e rounded the corner hastening his steps until he stopped in front of a large metal door. As he stepped forward, the door slid open revealing a dimly lit room. The door slid shut behind him as he stepped further in to the room. He stopped just beside Ronon taking in the runner's rigid stance, his solid frame still like a statue. Ronon's eyes were focused entirely on the pacing colonel, trapped in the cell just three feet away from him.
"What took you so long? I called you fifteen minutes ago!" Ronon said, not taking his eyes away from his imprisoned friend.
"Oh, you know how easy it is to get lost in here. It's like a maze. We should really have signs to tell us where we are going," Woolsey laughed glancing up at Ronon. The Satedan rolled his eyes at the Atlantis commander's poor attempt for a joke. Ronon cradled his bandaged hand against his chest, unconsciously rubbing the top of hid palm. Stepping forward, Ronon dropped his hand to his side, and Woolsey followed him until he was standing beside Ronon once again. As if sensing the movement, Sheppard turned his head sharply, and the look in his eyes shone with an almost animalistic glee. in his eyes.
"You're wasting your time," Sheppard said with a taunting tone to his voice.
"And why's that?" Woolsey asked pushing his glasses further up his nose. John said nothing and turned his back, strolling slowly over to the bed that had been put in the holding cell. The green blanket lay across the top of the bed, creased and crinkled. Falling on to the bed as if he lost his footing, John put his arm across his eyes.
"He asked you a question!" Ronon said firmly. John chuckled, raising his head to meet Ronon's gaze.
"Alex and Teyla will come for me, and they will bring an army with them, so you better get ready for a war, and when they do come…" he stood up, slowly starting towards Ronon, dragging his feet behind him. He glanced at Woolsey and then slowly turned his head to look at Ronon, "You are going to be the one he is after."
Xxx
It was dark with candles placed at every corner of the room. Rays of quickly vanishing light streamed through the boarded windows and the air was filled with sounds of ragged breathing and footsteps which lightly pounded the ground beneath. Two guards stood by the door, their grey metallic suites seeming out of place. Alex and Teyla circled each other, a dance they had been performing since they had gotten to the planet. Alex was the first to attack, coming in with right hook. Teyla ducked, gracefully twirling on her heel, as she delivered a powerful roundhouse kick, knocking Alex back. He quickly recovered, charging at Teyla again. Teyla stepped to the side and Alex went tumbling to floor, kicking Teyla's legs from under her.
Getting to his knees, Alex fell on top of Teyla, wrapping his strong hands round her neck. Teyla gasped for breath, closing her eyes tightly. Grabbing his wrists, her eyes shot open, her irises like embers of fire. Alex clenched his teeth together, crying out in pain. Pulling his burned hands away, Teyla kicked him in the chest, getting to her feet and taking a few steps backwards. Alex glanced up at Teyla, rubbing his painful wrists .
Teyla smiled as Alex got up from the floor, her eyes following his every movement. Alex smiled back, the primal glee tugging at his lips, mirroring Teyla's. Grabbing the thin white rag that hung from his pocket, he hurriedly wiped his face free of sweat. He turned to see Teyla still watching him. He eyes holding an almost animalistic lust. Walking over to Teyla, he let the rag fall to the floor, leaving it discarded and forgotten. Alex's strong hands met Teyla's wrists and slowly slid up her arms.
"You're a good fighter, strong, better than that… mind reader you once called a friend," Alex's face inched closer to Teyla's, until his cheek brushed her own. Leaning in closer, his lips hovered over her ear. "When the other Quadro (? What are these again? The Lumanti?) are at my command, they will be at yours too…my father and I will have the complete collection and no enemy will stand in our way." Teyla giggled slightly her tone holding a slightly phycotoc (psychotic?) ring to it. Alex moved his hand to her neck and stood up to look at her.
"Having fun?" a cold voice said from behind them. Alex looked up, his face growing dark.
"Father," he said, withdrawing from Teyla and standing at attention.
Teyla turned, taking in the sight of an old man, his body armor faded by time. The man was tall, his face holding a stern expression. Stepping in to the room, his squinted gaze was fixed on Teyla. Teyla looked right through him, a sly grin fixed on her face. The old man's eyes narrowed and his lips thinned.
"I thought you were supposed to be training this woman… not fraternizing with her " Alex didn't dare look at the man, but instead looked straight ahead at the wall behind his father. The man held his gaze on Teyla, his expression angry. Opening his mouth to say something he quickly closed it again when a voice spoke in his ear. Lifting his hand to his ear, he glanced at Alex then at Teyla again.
"Finish her training, then come and see me!" the old man commanded turning on his heel and rushing from the room.