And since the last chapter was so incredibly short, I bring you two new (also short) chapters in record time!
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"Turn right on 11th," Teyla says, glancing down at the sheet in her lap. "Harding's apartment is on the left."
She watches as they drive by. "You passed it." She tosses the sheet with the address onto the dashboard and flips open the map. "You can take the next street and…" Her partner continues to drive, eyes focused ahead. "What are you doing?"
He glances over at her. "Believe me when I say—I'm real sorry about this."
"Michael," she's using the same voice that she takes on when talking to someone who's about to run. Her hand moves slowly to the Taser on her belt, her body gets ready to spring for the wheel. "What are you talking about?"
He moves before she can. He has his gun trained on her. His other hand still on the wheel. "For this."
"Michael," she keeps her tone even. "Please explain what is going on."
"You were going to find out sooner or later, I'm sure the others already know." He shakes his head. "McKay shouldn't have gone digging around."
Pieces are starting to fall into place. "You took the drugs," she tries to remain calm. "Why?"
He laughs. "If anyone should understand, it'd be you darlin'."
The meaning does not escape her. "You work for the Wraith."
"Bingo." He looks pleased with himself.
Teyla does not take her eyes off him. He does not take his eyes off the road. "You know that you cannot get away with this."
"That's what I've got you for."
"What do you mean?" she asks.
"Dex, Weir, the rest of them, maybe I wouldn't get away with it. Acceptable losses and all." He smirks. "But Sheppard, he's going to come for you. And everyone has a price."
"You believe that Sheppard will let you walk away, because of me."
"I know that he will," he says. "I don't know what the two of you had goin' on and I don't particularly care 'bout the details. But I know that there's something and that if it comes down to it, if it's your life or letting me go, he's gonna let me walk."
"Then you do not know Sgt. Sheppard very well."
"Deny it all you want." He sounds sure of himself, "but I'll take my chances."
The Taser is out of her belt and in her hand and she decides to make her move. She grunts as she's blinded by pain. She cannot move, cannot see, and cannot think. Her head is throbbing from where he struck her with the butt of his sidearm.
"Sorry about that, but I can't let you do what you're fixin' to do." The Taser has slipped from her hand and she feels metal around her wrists and hears the click of the handcuffs. "Like I said, you're my ticket out of this."
She is still hazy and confused but she has to ask. "We were partners. Friends. How could you do this?"
"I'm sure some of the buddies you made while with the Wraith were asking the exact same thing." Michael still doesn't look at her. "I am sorry, you know. Out of everyone…" he shakes his head. "I liked you the best."