Summary: The team gate to a planet—what else is new?—only to find that things aren’t always what they seem.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em.
A/N: This was written for ladybeth for the McKay/Weir ficathon. I don’t know if it’s exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you like it :)
For many long centuries I have sat here, watching the Great Circle, waiting for the time when people would again come to my world. Five thousand cycles it has been since the Enemy has come in search of their prey. Five thousand cycles it has been since the Circle has activated. I grow weary of my long vigilance. I am dying; yet I must watch. Who will be here to greet them when they return?
Wait? What is this? The Circle is coming to life!
But is it enemy or friend who dares to come through?
It is only a machine. Not like those of the enemy, but one I have never seen.
My vigilance continues.
Elizabeth Weir smiled as she stepped from the gate to view the verdant world Colonel Sheppard had chosen for them to have their ‘picnic’ on. It was a tropical jungle, much like the rainforests of Earth, alive with the sounds of life. The area around the gate looked like one of those temples in an Indiana Jones movie, with a carpet of vines growing along the stone steps leading down into the jungle—except for the immediate vicinity of the gate, where the opening vortex had disintegrated the greenery.
“Could someone please tell me,” Rodney began complaining, interrupting her train of thought, “again why we couldn’t have just had this luncheon thing on the Mainland if we absolutely had to get out of Atlantis and into open air? I mean, the bugs in this place are insane.” He slapped his neck repeatedly, almost as if he were illustrating a point.
“The insects are not that bad, McKay,” Sheppard muttered, eyeing the scientist, then glanced out at the jungle, “And anyway, haven’t you always wanted to have an adventure in the jungle?”
“No, Colonel, I haven’t,” Rodney snapped back, “I think you just chose this spot because you wanted to annoy me.”
“You’re right,” John agreed easily, grinning.
“Gentlemen,” Elizabeth said warningly, “We’re here to bond, not to argue.”
“We’re bonding,” John assured her, eyes wide with feigned innocence, “it’s just a different kind of bonding than you’re used to, that’s all.”
“There’s something here,” Ronon interrupted, “I don’t know what it is but I can feel it watching us.”
“I too can feel it,” Teyla remarked, “Only it does not seem ambivalent.”
Elizabeth paused, as tense as the rest of them, and found that she too had the vague sensation of being observed. “Who’s there?” She called, ignoring John’s disapproving frown, “We won’t hurt you; we’re explorers from another galaxy…”
Her voice trailed off, as the sensation became something else, something happy, excited, overjoyed. It was completely overwhelming and her eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out.
Granted, he always panicked, but this was Elizabeth they were talking about. One second she was stupidly calling out to some unknown hostile force, and the next she was unconscious on the ground. Ignoring everyone else—they should have been protecting her anyway—he knelt beside her, feeling for a pulse. Relief flooded through him as the reassuring thump met his fingers.
She was all he had. Well, okay, Sheppard was his friend, and Teyla and Ronon kind of were too, but Elizabeth…well she was the first person who hadn’t dismissed him out of hand. And the first person who had actually smiled at one of his jokes. He had never seen her in any kind of danger, not like this anyway, and it scared him.
“Elizabeth?” he asked gently, “Please wake up…”
“We’ve got to get her back to…”
The colonel’s voice trailed off as Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered rapidly then opened. They were completely opaque, as if she were blind. Rodney felt a lump come into his throat. This was not good.
“This is good,” Elizabeth countered, only it wasn’t her voice. It was strange in some unidentifiable way. “Long have I waited for your return.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the scenery around them shimmered, then faded, and they were standing in some kind of indoor facility.
In fact, it looked a lot like somebody’s bedroom, complete with a desk and computer.
“What is this place?” Teyla wondered aloud.
“It is where I first knew you,” the not-Elizabeth responded, “only you left. Now you are back, and I can die in peace.”
“What?” John and Rodney exclaimed in unison, just as the PC on the desk exploded into a million pieces.
Rodney ran over to her, catching her this time, before she fell to the ground. Her eyes fluttered and opened, and this time he could see that she was herself. He sighed in relief.
“Fans…” she murmured softly, then groaned and held her head. “We…we have to get out of here before they come back.”
“What? What are you talking about.”
“No time. We’ve got to go!”
The urgency in her voice convinced Rodney, and still holding her, started for the gate, which was still standing undisturbed. Teyla followed closely behind. John and Ronon, however, were both too curious to take heed. As he dialed the gate, Rodney heard a door open. Against his will, he found himself turning to look. A mass of women were heading in their direction.
“Oh my god it’s them!!!!”
“Don’t let them get away!”
“Colonel!” Rodney cried, “Ronon, get up here! Hurry!”
Then, the gate inexplicably cut off and disappeared entirely. He held Liz protectively, knowing that it was too late, there was nothing they could do. The…fans, she had called them, were coming closer. Then they were surrounded.
My most sincere apologies, ladybeth I tried my very best to make this both funny and a team fic with a bit of Rodney/Liz on the side. I hope you like it.