Originally posted by MrsB108
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ROUND ROBIN FINALE
Carson’s neck snapped up as he heard Teyla’s scream, waking him from his much overdue sleep. Running half dazedly out of his office and into the infirmary, his eyes caught Teyla’s frantic face and then quickly turned towards the monitors.
Seeing the numbers flashing on the monitor screen quickly cast away any lingering sleepiness he might have had and Carson Beckett went straight to work.
An hour later after he had successfully resuscitated the Colonel to a steady yet critical state, Carson removed his surgical mask and walked out to the increasingly crowded infirmary hold to where Elizabeth, Ronon, Rodney and a still-frantic Teyla waited.
He sighed as he looked upon them and did his best to look hopeful though he felt anything but. “He’s stable at least, thanks heavens, but the outer tissue that works as a protective barrier for the creature is twice as damaging to Colonel Sheppard as it was to Teyla. Frankly, I’m afraid to laser through it for fear of permanent damage to the Colonel’s higher brain function. I’ll know more later after we get his latest test results, but without any in depth knowledge of these creatures or their primary function, every step we make is all based on guess work.”
Looking at the sullen faces of his friends, he quickly added, “But I’m still hopeful as you lot should be. The fact the Colonel has survived this long, only proves his resilience to the creature and his will to live.”
Leaving them with a feigned smile, he returned to his office to continue studying all that had happened in search for further answers.
Teyla turned to the others and suggested they all pray for the Colonel, stating she would stay with him until all of this had passed.
“Wouldn’t you rather take a break Teyla, one of us could-“ Rodney started.
“NO.” Teyla stated firmly. Her face became instantly apologetic for her harsh tone as she said, “Thank you though Rodney, that is most kind.”
Teyla resumed her spot at the Colonel’s bedside and soon nodded off to a deep yet dreamless sleep.
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Now, in the very middle of the night when Atlantis was most still and quiet, Colonel Sheppard’s eyes fluttered open to a soft strange hissing noise that seemed to echo deep in the back of his hazy mind.
“Wha—“, he tried to speak, though the dryness of his mouth stopped him briefly.
Teyla was propped halfway against the wall to his left and her mouth was slightly agape as she slept soundly though obviously uncomfortably.
“Tey-“ he tried to speak again but the words could barely form as the progressively strange hissing noise increased tenfold in the back of his mind.
He attempted to lift his head and peer out into the eerie darkness of the infirmary around him and found between its emptiness and this strange unidentified sound he was beginning to become extremely nervous.
He felt heavy, so unbearably heavy as he began to sit up with a loud groan of pain. His head was pounding with a disgusting amplification although finding the source of this noise was momentarily his number one priority.
Ripping the tubes and suction cups from his arms and chest, he shakily raised himself from the metallic cold gurney and used its steadiness to help him ease his bare feet to the cool tiled floor.
Wearing only a white and blue printed hospital gown and keeping one hand pressed against his aching head, he began to search the darkened infirmary for the source of the noise with squinted eyes.
“Where are you,” he said softly speaking to no one in particular as he searched. “I can’t hear you…..”
Teyla rustled softly in her deep slumber against the wall and Sheppard turned towards her and smiled despite his intense pain. Knowing whomever she was that she cared this much about him, made his heart jump with a rampant thump.
The hissing continued steady though and had morphed slightly into an inconceivable whisper, playing tricks in the back of Sheppard’s mind.
The soles of his bare feet slapped strangely against the clean floor and Sheppard continued searching for the source, wondering if someone was playing a game with him.
Suddenly though, the whisper became extremely clear in John’s aching mind as finally its words formed bolting him to the very spot on the floor where he stood.
“Kill her…”
John was frozen for a moment, unsure he had heard what he thought, finally whispering loudly, “Who said that!?”
Silence reached him as he waited and yet again the whisper came, “Kill her…”
John swung his head towards the peacefully resting Teyla and then looked wildly around the room.
“SHOW YOURSELF!” he screamed moving as quickly as possible towards a table in the back that held a large scalpel that he grabbed forcefully and wielded towards the empty dark infirmary.
The pain in Sheppard’s head was becoming more and more intense to the point where he fell to his knees in pain, the scalpel clattering to the floor merely feet from him.
“AHHHH!” he cried as he put both hands to his head and scrunched his face in agony.
“Kill her…Kill her NOW…,” the voice continued, its monotonous voice echoing loudly in his inner ear.
Sheppard’s eyes flicked to Teyla’s still resting form and thought of this stranger who he felt such a connection to even through their shared trauma. He knew she was special, he knew she was strong, and he would rather die than let anything happen to her, especially by his own hand.
Through the searing pain, Sheppard reached out for the fallen scalpel and held it in his shaking hand. The voice was practically screaming in his brain now, begging for her death and Sheppard turned the sharp edge of the instrument to point directly at himself as he remained there kneeling on the infirmary floor.
“KILL HER!!!!!” the dark voice screamed.
“GO TO HELL!!!!!!” Sheppard retorted and with that, with all his diminished strength, he brought the knife up towards his own face without a second thought or hesitation.
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“Sheppard, wake up!!!” a distant voice called. Sheppard leapt up, his empty hands quickly searching his face for a protruding knife or ghastly wound.
Finding nothing, Sheppard looked towards the calling voice only to find a severely annoyed looking Rodney standing feet from him with a clipboard perched in his hands.
“Rodney---What---“ Sheppard stammered.
“I just think you should know,” Rodney stated with an ugly frown. “Not only is it a requirement of your job to understand my findings about these strange creatures we encountered on that last planet but falling asleep is just extremely RUDE."
Sheppard stared incredulously down at the pink slug on the metallic lab tray on the table he had fallen asleep at.
“Sheppard????” Rodney said inquisitively as Sheppard stared in awe.
And he stared with complete disbelief as Sheppard turned and ran as fast as he could out of the room.
Spoiler:
Carson’s neck snapped up as he heard Teyla’s scream, waking him from his much overdue sleep. Running half dazedly out of his office and into the infirmary, his eyes caught Teyla’s frantic face and then quickly turned towards the monitors.
Seeing the numbers flashing on the monitor screen quickly cast away any lingering sleepiness he might have had and Carson Beckett went straight to work.
An hour later after he had successfully resuscitated the Colonel to a steady yet critical state, Carson removed his surgical mask and walked out to the increasingly crowded infirmary hold to where Elizabeth, Ronon, Rodney and a still-frantic Teyla waited.
He sighed as he looked upon them and did his best to look hopeful though he felt anything but. “He’s stable at least, thanks heavens, but the outer tissue that works as a protective barrier for the creature is twice as damaging to Colonel Sheppard as it was to Teyla. Frankly, I’m afraid to laser through it for fear of permanent damage to the Colonel’s higher brain function. I’ll know more later after we get his latest test results, but without any in depth knowledge of these creatures or their primary function, every step we make is all based on guess work.”
Looking at the sullen faces of his friends, he quickly added, “But I’m still hopeful as you lot should be. The fact the Colonel has survived this long, only proves his resilience to the creature and his will to live.”
Leaving them with a feigned smile, he returned to his office to continue studying all that had happened in search for further answers.
Teyla turned to the others and suggested they all pray for the Colonel, stating she would stay with him until all of this had passed.
“Wouldn’t you rather take a break Teyla, one of us could-“ Rodney started.
“NO.” Teyla stated firmly. Her face became instantly apologetic for her harsh tone as she said, “Thank you though Rodney, that is most kind.”
Teyla resumed her spot at the Colonel’s bedside and soon nodded off to a deep yet dreamless sleep.
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Now, in the very middle of the night when Atlantis was most still and quiet, Colonel Sheppard’s eyes fluttered open to a soft strange hissing noise that seemed to echo deep in the back of his hazy mind.
“Wha—“, he tried to speak, though the dryness of his mouth stopped him briefly.
Teyla was propped halfway against the wall to his left and her mouth was slightly agape as she slept soundly though obviously uncomfortably.
“Tey-“ he tried to speak again but the words could barely form as the progressively strange hissing noise increased tenfold in the back of his mind.
He attempted to lift his head and peer out into the eerie darkness of the infirmary around him and found between its emptiness and this strange unidentified sound he was beginning to become extremely nervous.
He felt heavy, so unbearably heavy as he began to sit up with a loud groan of pain. His head was pounding with a disgusting amplification although finding the source of this noise was momentarily his number one priority.
Ripping the tubes and suction cups from his arms and chest, he shakily raised himself from the metallic cold gurney and used its steadiness to help him ease his bare feet to the cool tiled floor.
Wearing only a white and blue printed hospital gown and keeping one hand pressed against his aching head, he began to search the darkened infirmary for the source of the noise with squinted eyes.
“Where are you,” he said softly speaking to no one in particular as he searched. “I can’t hear you…..”
Teyla rustled softly in her deep slumber against the wall and Sheppard turned towards her and smiled despite his intense pain. Knowing whomever she was that she cared this much about him, made his heart jump with a rampant thump.
The hissing continued steady though and had morphed slightly into an inconceivable whisper, playing tricks in the back of Sheppard’s mind.
The soles of his bare feet slapped strangely against the clean floor and Sheppard continued searching for the source, wondering if someone was playing a game with him.
Suddenly though, the whisper became extremely clear in John’s aching mind as finally its words formed bolting him to the very spot on the floor where he stood.
“Kill her…”
John was frozen for a moment, unsure he had heard what he thought, finally whispering loudly, “Who said that!?”
Silence reached him as he waited and yet again the whisper came, “Kill her…”
John swung his head towards the peacefully resting Teyla and then looked wildly around the room.
“SHOW YOURSELF!” he screamed moving as quickly as possible towards a table in the back that held a large scalpel that he grabbed forcefully and wielded towards the empty dark infirmary.
The pain in Sheppard’s head was becoming more and more intense to the point where he fell to his knees in pain, the scalpel clattering to the floor merely feet from him.
“AHHHH!” he cried as he put both hands to his head and scrunched his face in agony.
“Kill her…Kill her NOW…,” the voice continued, its monotonous voice echoing loudly in his inner ear.
Sheppard’s eyes flicked to Teyla’s still resting form and thought of this stranger who he felt such a connection to even through their shared trauma. He knew she was special, he knew she was strong, and he would rather die than let anything happen to her, especially by his own hand.
Through the searing pain, Sheppard reached out for the fallen scalpel and held it in his shaking hand. The voice was practically screaming in his brain now, begging for her death and Sheppard turned the sharp edge of the instrument to point directly at himself as he remained there kneeling on the infirmary floor.
“KILL HER!!!!!” the dark voice screamed.
“GO TO HELL!!!!!!” Sheppard retorted and with that, with all his diminished strength, he brought the knife up towards his own face without a second thought or hesitation.
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“Sheppard, wake up!!!” a distant voice called. Sheppard leapt up, his empty hands quickly searching his face for a protruding knife or ghastly wound.
Finding nothing, Sheppard looked towards the calling voice only to find a severely annoyed looking Rodney standing feet from him with a clipboard perched in his hands.
“Rodney---What---“ Sheppard stammered.
“I just think you should know,” Rodney stated with an ugly frown. “Not only is it a requirement of your job to understand my findings about these strange creatures we encountered on that last planet but falling asleep is just extremely RUDE."
Sheppard stared incredulously down at the pink slug on the metallic lab tray on the table he had fallen asleep at.
“Sheppard????” Rodney said inquisitively as Sheppard stared in awe.
And he stared with complete disbelief as Sheppard turned and ran as fast as he could out of the room.
I need to catch up on my reading. I can't read this now. Walking away in disgust.
Originally posted by scifan
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Awesome job MrsB.
Hey Hope.
Hey Elf.
Spoiler:
I can't believe it was all a dream. 
Great job
Great job
Hey Hope.
Hey Elf.
& me. 
&
=AWESOME
&
Forever
Can't... stop... staring... - That's how awesome it is! 
the EXTREME Shep whump ep has been moved and replaced by The Queen so it better be good!
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