Inquistion Tag
Title: Tortured Soul
Rating: G
Author: seramercury
Characters: John, Teyla
Notes: Still working on my Outsiders tag but since this one was finished I thought I'd post it. It could be considered AU, but there were times when Woolsey was being interrogated that we didn't see Team Sheppard and I wanted Shep whump/angst (who doesn't) so I wrote this.
John woke up to water splashing in his face. He blinked looking around in
confusion. He was no longer in the cell with his team. "What the hell is going on?" he asked the tall man before him.
Talls just grinned producing a small vile from behind his back. John glanced at the brownish liquied the shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks, though!"
Talls' grin grew wider as he opened the vile, moving menacingly closer to John. Unfortunately he was tied to the chair so the only thing he could do was close his mouth.
Talls held John's nose and poured the foul tasting liquid down his throat. He almost gagged on it but Talls forced John to swallow it by clamping the man's mouth and nose shut.
A few minutes later the room began to spin and John couldn't tell which way was up. The powerbar he had eaten earlier threatened to make an appearance. John took a deep breath to quell the nausea.
When he opened his eyes, John gasped. Even though the figure in the doorway was lost in the shadows, he knew perfectly well what was standing there and it scared the shit out him... It was a Wraith.
John squirmed in his seat as Talls ripped his shirt open and the Wraith was suddenly standing before him, hand poised to suck the life out of him. His heart thundered in his chest because he knew this time he wasn't getting out of it.
He screamed as the hand descended on his chest and the Wraith began to feed.
John was in agony but he couldn't pull away. As his eyes slipped closed, John was sad he wouldn't be able to see his friends again.
John was surprised that he came to. He was even more surprised he was back in the same cell as the others, who were now waking up. Must've been gassed again, he thought. He moved to sit up but was rewarded with a tilt of the room.
Deciding it would be better to stay seated, he closed his eyes so the others would think he was waking up with them. No need to worry them with the awful nightmare he seemed to have had.
"Ugh," Rodney muttered. "Again? What is it with these people and gassing us? I swear that stuff better not be toxic!"
John opened his eyes because he knew the others would say something if he didn't. He only hoped his face didn't betray the fact that he felt like shit. Maybe Rodney was right, maybe the gas was toxic.
"I am sure we will be fine, Rodney," Teyla said.
Before Rodney could come back with a witty reply, the cell door was open and
Woolsey entered looking quite pleased with himself.
********
After the check up in the infirmary (with Keller taking blood work because of the gas they inhaled twice), John headed to his quarters. He was exhausted and felt like his head was disconnected from his body.
John knew he shouldn't have had that cigar with Woolsey because now his brain was going to explode out of his head. He plopped onto his bed without so much as removing one piece of clothing and immediately drifted off to sleep.
His dreams were about as disjointed as you could get. One minute a Wraith was feeding off him and the next... the next minute he was standing face to face with Elizabeth.
Gone was the gentle look he had known for the past three years. Instead all he saw was anger and it seemed to be directed at him. "Elizabeth...?"
"It's your fault, John! Why couldn't you have trusted me? Believed in me? I did all those years ago when O'Neill and all the brass complained that you didn't follow orders. That you only got other people killed in some self-destructive phase because you felt you needed to prove something to them!"
John shook his head. "No! That's not... you're not Elizabeth! You can't be! She would never say that!"
"Wouldn't I, John?" she asked with a smirk. "Don't do this to yourself."
"Do what?"
"Lie."
"I'm not lying to myself! Elizabeth understood what I did. She understood me!"
Not Elizabeth chuckled as she moved closer to him. She was suddenly squeezing the crap out of his arm and laughed again as John clenched his teeth in pain. "She never understood you, Sheppard, but you will understand her."
John screamed as she plunged her Replicator hand into his forehead. The pain was 100 times more intense than the last time he had that done to him. For a split second he wondered why but then there was a bright flash.
"He's not responding!"
"What the hell is wrong with him?"
That was Rodney.
"Rodney, you're going to have to move out of the way!"
Keller.
"Shouldn't you sedate him or something? Whatever is going on it's killing him!"
Ronon.
"I can't sedate him because I'm still trying to figure out what he was given. We don't need anaphalaxis added to his list of problems."
No, John thought, they did not.
And suddenly darkness consumed him.
*************
John woke up tiredly and glanced around the infirmary. He turned to his left when he heard clothing rustling. Teyla opened her eyes when she sensed him looking at her.
"John," she said, standing and taking his hand. "It is so good to see you awake."
"It's good to be awake. What the hell happened to me?"
"We were hoping you could tell us," Teyla replied. "From what Dr. Keller could figure out, you were given some kind of hallucinagen in addition to the gas. When did this happen?"
John glanced up at the ceiling, purposely avoiding Teyla's gaze. He should have told everyone what happened, but he didn't think it was necessary to have them worry.
Now, of course, it seems they had to regardless.
He sighed before beginning his story. "After we were gassed a second time, I was taken to another cell where this really tall guy forced some kind of liquid down my throat. Soon I was hallucinating that a Wraith was feeding off me. It fell so damn real that I must've..."
"What, John?" Teyla asked, worry etched on her face.
"I must've passed out. I came to again in that cell just before Woolsey came back to tell us we were free to go."
Teyla shook her head. "Why did you not say something?"
"To be honest, I just thought maybe I was coming down with something. And we
were getting out of there, I didn't want to go accusing people of things when there was no way to prove it. I didn't want to add anymore fuel to the fire either."
"And when you came in for your post mission check?"
"Okay maybe I should've said something then." She gave him look. "Definitely. Damn, Teyla, poor little Torrin isn't going have a chance with that glare."
Rating: G
Author: seramercury
Characters: John, Teyla
Notes: Still working on my Outsiders tag but since this one was finished I thought I'd post it. It could be considered AU, but there were times when Woolsey was being interrogated that we didn't see Team Sheppard and I wanted Shep whump/angst (who doesn't) so I wrote this.
John woke up to water splashing in his face. He blinked looking around in
confusion. He was no longer in the cell with his team. "What the hell is going on?" he asked the tall man before him.
Talls just grinned producing a small vile from behind his back. John glanced at the brownish liquied the shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks, though!"
Talls' grin grew wider as he opened the vile, moving menacingly closer to John. Unfortunately he was tied to the chair so the only thing he could do was close his mouth.
Talls held John's nose and poured the foul tasting liquid down his throat. He almost gagged on it but Talls forced John to swallow it by clamping the man's mouth and nose shut.
A few minutes later the room began to spin and John couldn't tell which way was up. The powerbar he had eaten earlier threatened to make an appearance. John took a deep breath to quell the nausea.
When he opened his eyes, John gasped. Even though the figure in the doorway was lost in the shadows, he knew perfectly well what was standing there and it scared the shit out him... It was a Wraith.
John squirmed in his seat as Talls ripped his shirt open and the Wraith was suddenly standing before him, hand poised to suck the life out of him. His heart thundered in his chest because he knew this time he wasn't getting out of it.
He screamed as the hand descended on his chest and the Wraith began to feed.
John was in agony but he couldn't pull away. As his eyes slipped closed, John was sad he wouldn't be able to see his friends again.
John was surprised that he came to. He was even more surprised he was back in the same cell as the others, who were now waking up. Must've been gassed again, he thought. He moved to sit up but was rewarded with a tilt of the room.
Deciding it would be better to stay seated, he closed his eyes so the others would think he was waking up with them. No need to worry them with the awful nightmare he seemed to have had.
"Ugh," Rodney muttered. "Again? What is it with these people and gassing us? I swear that stuff better not be toxic!"
John opened his eyes because he knew the others would say something if he didn't. He only hoped his face didn't betray the fact that he felt like shit. Maybe Rodney was right, maybe the gas was toxic.
"I am sure we will be fine, Rodney," Teyla said.
Before Rodney could come back with a witty reply, the cell door was open and
Woolsey entered looking quite pleased with himself.
********
After the check up in the infirmary (with Keller taking blood work because of the gas they inhaled twice), John headed to his quarters. He was exhausted and felt like his head was disconnected from his body.
John knew he shouldn't have had that cigar with Woolsey because now his brain was going to explode out of his head. He plopped onto his bed without so much as removing one piece of clothing and immediately drifted off to sleep.
His dreams were about as disjointed as you could get. One minute a Wraith was feeding off him and the next... the next minute he was standing face to face with Elizabeth.
Gone was the gentle look he had known for the past three years. Instead all he saw was anger and it seemed to be directed at him. "Elizabeth...?"
"It's your fault, John! Why couldn't you have trusted me? Believed in me? I did all those years ago when O'Neill and all the brass complained that you didn't follow orders. That you only got other people killed in some self-destructive phase because you felt you needed to prove something to them!"
John shook his head. "No! That's not... you're not Elizabeth! You can't be! She would never say that!"
"Wouldn't I, John?" she asked with a smirk. "Don't do this to yourself."
"Do what?"
"Lie."
"I'm not lying to myself! Elizabeth understood what I did. She understood me!"
Not Elizabeth chuckled as she moved closer to him. She was suddenly squeezing the crap out of his arm and laughed again as John clenched his teeth in pain. "She never understood you, Sheppard, but you will understand her."
John screamed as she plunged her Replicator hand into his forehead. The pain was 100 times more intense than the last time he had that done to him. For a split second he wondered why but then there was a bright flash.
"He's not responding!"
"What the hell is wrong with him?"
That was Rodney.
"Rodney, you're going to have to move out of the way!"
Keller.
"Shouldn't you sedate him or something? Whatever is going on it's killing him!"
Ronon.
"I can't sedate him because I'm still trying to figure out what he was given. We don't need anaphalaxis added to his list of problems."
No, John thought, they did not.
And suddenly darkness consumed him.
*************
John woke up tiredly and glanced around the infirmary. He turned to his left when he heard clothing rustling. Teyla opened her eyes when she sensed him looking at her.
"John," she said, standing and taking his hand. "It is so good to see you awake."
"It's good to be awake. What the hell happened to me?"
"We were hoping you could tell us," Teyla replied. "From what Dr. Keller could figure out, you were given some kind of hallucinagen in addition to the gas. When did this happen?"
John glanced up at the ceiling, purposely avoiding Teyla's gaze. He should have told everyone what happened, but he didn't think it was necessary to have them worry.
Now, of course, it seems they had to regardless.
He sighed before beginning his story. "After we were gassed a second time, I was taken to another cell where this really tall guy forced some kind of liquid down my throat. Soon I was hallucinating that a Wraith was feeding off me. It fell so damn real that I must've..."
"What, John?" Teyla asked, worry etched on her face.
"I must've passed out. I came to again in that cell just before Woolsey came back to tell us we were free to go."
Teyla shook her head. "Why did you not say something?"
"To be honest, I just thought maybe I was coming down with something. And we
were getting out of there, I didn't want to go accusing people of things when there was no way to prove it. I didn't want to add anymore fuel to the fire either."
"And when you came in for your post mission check?"
"Okay maybe I should've said something then." She gave him look. "Definitely. Damn, Teyla, poor little Torrin isn't going have a chance with that glare."