Story Status: Complete
Summary: Missing scene for 'The Hive'. Rodney
has just watched his team die...
Thank you to Jayne Perry for the beta-reading.
By Leesa Perrie
He had failed. Failed his team. Sheppard, Teyla,
Ronon… even Ford. Dead.
And all he could do was stare at the screen showing debris, all that
was left of them.
And sure, they had saved a world from a culling, this time.
for how long? How long before other wraith came
he’d bought this world was time. Maybe
the wraith before this world was culled by others, but somehow, he
doubted that. The people down there, all they had now was a
little more time; to die by natural means if they were lucky, before
more wraith came.
In the end it meant little.
But his team…
Maybe, if he had taken less of the enzyme… maybe he would
been more coherent, able to explain, to find the hive ship
sooner. Or maybe it would not have been enough to take out
guards. And then he wouldn’t have been able to help
Perhaps he should have found paper, pen, pencil… something
write it all down, before taking the enzyme. But there was so
little time. And… he hadn’t been
straight. Still wasn’t.
He vaguely heard the call to Atlantis in the background, telling them
that the search was called off. They were heading back. There
nothing to search for. Nothing left but debris…
him. Alone. No more Sheppard, no more Teyla, no
Ronon. Damn, even Ford… though he may have been
gone to help now anyway. But…
A thought hit him. It wouldn’t have mattered if
they’d found the ships earlier. They
found his team via their radios, and Caldwell would have attacked the
ships. His team would still be dead. And maybe the
the Daedalus as well. Because if Sheppard could have gotten
dart earlier, he would have. So, maybe it was better this
way. Sheppard was able to take out the hive ships, at
least. Save the Daedalus and its crew.
But that still left his team dead, and him alone.
He was aware he was still staring at the screen. That he
hadn’t moved. There were no tears, not yet, but
be. When the shock started to wear off. He should
find somewhere quiet…
Movement next to him, and a hand on his arm, pulled him back
from… somewhere. He’d drifted.
Carson said the
drug was still affecting him, but hadn’t stopped him from
to find his team. But he knew he’d be back in the
as soon as they returned.
He felt the hand tighten slightly, and turned to look at who would dare
to touch him at this moment in time. Who would dare to
upon his grief.
Lorne. Of all the people here, he hadn’t expected
it to be
Lorne. There was a sadness in his eyes, but a gentleness
too. Go figure. This from the guy who could barely
him. He must seem pitiful. Though there was no
sorrow, in the Major’s eyes.
“You should rest,” Lorne suggested quietly.
No, he shouldn’t rest. Not now. He turned
back to the
screen. Not now. He knew what was next for
Nightmares. So no, not now. Later, maybe.
would insist, later. When he was back home.
He felt Lorne retreat. Heard a communication in the
but ignored it. But then, there were sighs of relief all
him. He looked and saw smiles. Why were they
He didn’t understand. And then Lorne was back.
“They’re alive,” he said, smiling openly,
“Sheppard took the dart through the stargate to another
and now they’re back on Atlantis.”
“Alive?” His voice was hoarse.
Not alone. He looked away again, and then put his head in his
hands. He realised he was shaking. Damned enzyme.
“You should rest,” Major Lorne repeated, tugging on
He nodded, and allowed himself to be pulled gently off the flight
deck. He wasn’t pleased to find himself pulled
Daedalus’ infirmary, but didn’t argue.
fight. He couldn’t find the energy.
He heard talking, quiet whispers, probably about him. He
wasn’t sure he cared right now. He let sleep take
knowing his team were alive. He wasn’t alone.