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Atlantis Lost	By : moonhunter18 Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Stargate Atlantis Views: 5648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three

Mags fought against her captor, and man with muscles thicker than her neck, and an arm the color of blood. He stood half a head taller than her, and every time she slammed her head back, it just hurt her. The man didn�t even grunt.

Three men bigger than the one holding her were restraining John, and he was still struggling against them. The tallest, a man with long dark hair and skin the color of the sea, had bulging muscles and seemed to be straining to hold John. Mags thought about the knife she had hidden in her hand, and the other three over her person. The man behind her wouldn�t stand a chance.

She slammed her head into his chin, and he dropped her arm, grabbing his face. She spun, slamming her knife into his neck. He dropped instantly, and she went for one of the men holding John. She felt something brush past her shoulder, but kept running towards the three men. One left off of John and rushed towards her, drawing a belt knife the size of her forearm. She ducked under the first swing and stabbed into man�s armpit, dripping him instantly. She drew another knife from the other sandal and went to the second man. Something slammed into her back, and she fell straight to the ground.

A person, smaller and slighter than herself, sat on her back, the point of a knife to the back of her neck. A woman�s voice echoed close to her ear, in a near whisper. "Don�t move."

Mags growled, trying to throw the person off of her. But the woman was having nothing of it. She drew the knife slowly along her arm, drawing a thin line of blood. Mags growled again, tried to throw her again, but nothing happened. Again.

She heard John shouting, but she didn�t hear what he said. Everything went black.
~*~

John threw himself against the cage, his shoulder aching every time he hit the steel bars. He heard similar slams down the hall, but he couldn�t hear the people in them. He could hear boots down the hall, too, coming closer to him. He stopped moving, listening to the sounds of the people coming closer. There were five, three larger, one of average height, and one smaller. They came around the corner, and John backed away, deeper into the cage.

The three tall men were nearly identical; the only difference was their faces. They were all tall, taller than most men. They all had short green hair, stubble in a cap close to their heads, and long mustaches past their chins. They had more muscles than he thought possible, but they obviously weren�t human. Their skins were an identical shade of dark green, darker than their hair. They all wore dark green leather, nearly black. But he was more focused on the other two.

The other man was blue, with pale blue skin, with wild, rich blue hair past his shoulders. Even from here, nearly a hundred feet away, he could see the man�s eyes- one dark blue, nearly sapphire, and one gray, and obviously dead. There was a scar, puckered and dark, over the eye, and another leading down to his lip, pulling it up in a smirk. He wore loose blue clothing, lighter even than his skin, and tall, dark blue leather boots.

But he focused on the last person, the shortest and the only woman. It was Elizabeth Weir.

They threw her into the cage, straight into John. He caught her, but stood her up and made his way to the door, trying to catch one of the guards. He missed by inches. The guards all stood back, smirking. But the other man, the blue one, stood just out of reach.

John growled as he reached for him. "Who the hell are you?"

The man smiled; with the scar, it was grotesque. "I am Nitarin Kata, the man that just took over your city."

And Kata walked away, leaving John utterly frustrated.
~*~

Mags left the world of darkness, finding herself chained to a wall. She groaned, trying to move her arms and legs, but the thick bands of steel around her wrists and ankles prevented that. She shook her arms, but the bands were tight. She heard a clearing of the throat, and looked up. A woman, tall, elegant, and completely alien, sat comfortably in a highly uncomfortable chair. Mags blinked, hoping the colors would go away. The woman was a bright, brilliant, and totally yellow. A scar slanted over one eye, sealing it shut. She smiled and stood.

"What is your name?"

Mags glared, wanting to spit. The woman smiled wider, and moved slightly closer. She ran a pale yellow finger down Mags� cheek. When Mags tried to bite, she grinned, showing brilliant white teeth and a pale gold tongue.

"What is your name?"

Mags snapped again. The woman started to circle her, tapping her finger against her bright golden lips. "My name is Parudosa Gemeger, and I am the Captain of the Atlantis Guard. That is what you call this city, isn�t it? Atlantis is such a beautiful name. It is close to a word in my language. Atalntari means torture, in our tongue. And I am an expert in Atalntari."

Mags spit at her, missing miserably. "Is that supposed to scare me?"

Parudosa ran her fingers through Mags� hair, sighing in pleasure. "Your hair is unusual. I don�t think I have ever seen such an amazing color on my world." She grabbed the hair and jerked her head back. "Tell me your name and rank, or I will show you how good I can be." When Mags gritted her teeth, Parudosa pulled harder. "Perhaps I can find that man you were protecting and show him."

Mags� eyes widened, but she gritted her teeth. She could hear her teeth grinding. "My name is Captain Margaret Landry. There is no need to�demonstrate."

Parudosa let go of her hair and pulled a knife out of her bright yellow boot. "How long have you been here? How well do you know the systems of Atlantis? Who is in charge of Atlantis? How many personnel are in the city, and where? How many are on the mainland?"

Mags stared at her, shocked. "Why do you want to know?"

Parudosa grinned, baring her teeth. "You do not ask the questions here." She pressed the knife against Mags� throat. "I do."
~*~

John and Elizabeth looked up from their corner of the cell as heavy footsteps, more than John had heard before with Elizabeth. He motioned her to silence and listened to the footsteps, then jerked back, throwing himself bodily towards Elizabeth.

"There are six guards, two men, and two others."

The three green guards were back, along with a red guard and two brown ones, each larger than the others. Nitarin Kata was back as well, along with a smaller, bright orange man with a stack of papers in his arms, a yellow woman with chains in her hands, and a tall green woman in a green dress.

They were carrying Mags.
~*~

Mags woke in a comfortable position, her arms wrapped around a warm body. She snuggled closer, burying her face in the manly smell and digging her fingers into the soft fabric. She practically purred into the man�s back.

Then she woke up, her sapphire eyes blinking in confusion. She hadn�t woken next to a man in years, since college. She pushed herself up and looked down at the person lying next to her. It was John.

She woke up completely at that. The last thing she remembered was distinctly not John. She remembered Parudosa running a knife somewhere on the inside of her leg, and refusing to answer a question. Then there was darkness.

John stirred next to her, mumbling in his sleep and grabbing at her waist. Her eyebrows flew to her hair as he snuggled closer, pushing his face into her loose white gown. Overcome, she ran her fingers through his hair. He moved closer to her, and she smiled, closing her eyes.

John moved even more, and she backed away. He shook himself, waking up quickly as only a military man could do. He looked at her with bleary green eyes, eyelids drooping but fully awake. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking around the cage.

"Where�s Elizabeth?"

She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Was she here?"

John stared at her, blinking. "Yeah. Where is she?"

Mags smiled lightly. "I just woke up, John. I have no idea."

He began to pace, running his fingers through his hair. "But she was here when you came! I was with her!" He stopped pacing, glaring at her as if she had done something wrong. "Where is she?"

Mags stood up, dropping the blanket and facing him. "I am not your enemy!" She moved close to him, putting her hand on his face. "I care for you, John. I wouldn�t lie about something like this."

John lay his head down, kissing her hands. "I�m sorry, Mags. I know."

He kissed her hands, her fingers, her throat, jaw, and finally, her mouth. He drew back, staring into her deep eyes and running his hands through her auburn hair.

They kissed again, but this time, someone was watching.
~*~

John and Mags sat in the corner of the cell, not speaking, just giving each other significant glances and holding hands behind a blanket. There was a guard watching their cell now, a tall red man with nearly black eyes and hair. They had waited for hours for something to change, anything. But they had been disappointed.

Another hour passed before they heard movement. Two people, one a guard, the other a slight woman, limping, walked down the hall, headed straight for them.

John ran to the bars, grabbing them and staring at her. "Elizabeth!"

She looked at him dully, her normally bright eyes glazed in pain. "John. I�m fine. Back up."

He backed away, shocked at her. "What�s wrong, Elizabeth?"

She smiled at him, but it didn�t reach her eyes. "Nothing, John. Nothing is wrong."

Elizabeth walked into the cage, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Mags watched her, eyes following the formerly powerful woman as she limped gracefully to the only bed in the cage and sat, neatly, on it.

They both watched the guards leave, and then darkness fell over all of the cages.

Mags woke the wife of John Sheppard, and a slave of the Jedarine.
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