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After watching 'Lifeline', the plot bunny took hold and wouldn't let go. It's a nice distraction from organsising notes. Now, to get back to work on that Alt!Atlantis fic.

Title: Goodbye Pisces
Author: rhin_ariel
Rating: PG13
Parirings: Gen, but can be taken as Sheppard/Weir friendship/ship if you so wish.
Spoilers: Adrift and Lifeline
Summary: I cried and I washed my tears that turned into diamond, into ice and if it could freeze my heart wouldn't float away
Notes: Title and summary from the Tori Amos song 'Goodbye Pisces'. When I researched Pisces on Wikipedia, it said the sign was linked to human emotions, which seemed strangely appropriate for the fic.

It always amazed John how structures built by the Ancients could survive thousands of years with only a thin layer of dust to prove they had been abandoned for so long. This outpost had no dust though. In the dim lights, he could see that the floor was cleaner than many in Atlantis. As he stepped into each new corridor, he could hear the gentle hum as the power slowly came on around him. It was a comforting sound that reminded him of the place that had become home.

“Found anything yet Sheppard?” Rodney’s voice came over the headset, loud in the silence of the corridor. The team had spilt up to explore the abandoned outpost, the power reading indicating that something was still running. John had a sneaking suspicion the only thing still running were the lights.

“Nothing yet,” he sighed. “Ronon? Teyla? You got anything?”

“Not at the moment Colonel,” responded Teyla with her own sigh. While this may have been a paradise for scientists, the rest of the team would probably agree it wasn’t their idea of a fun day.

John stood and waited patiently for Ronon’s response, but there was nothing.

“Ronon, can you hear me?”

The radio crackled for a moment, before Ronon spoke.

“There are people here.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, which was always a bad sign. “I think they might be Asuran’s.”

There was a collective gasp over the headsets as the information sank in. The Asuran’s were a topic most on Atlantis no longer broached. After everything that had happened, they all felt a united hatred towards them. They had taken so much from Atlantis. At least with their attention fixed on the Wraith, they all felt a little safer.

“Head for the exit,” said John at last, his own voice becoming quiet. He’d already raised the P90, although he knew it to be pointless. The only weapon that would work successfully was back on Atlantis. There had been no notion that the Asuran’s would be waiting for them.

Slowly, John began to walk backwards. Then he swung around to face forwards once more. Every few seconds, he turned to look behind him once again. His eyes darted around constantly, seeking out any sign of the enemy. When he reached a crossroads, he knew he had to continue straight ahead. At the corner, he hesitated, peering carefully from side to side. He never once looked at the doorway just a little further behind him.

The gun pressed into the back of his neck; cold metal against warm skin. There had been no sound, no indication of a person there. But then, the Asuran’s weren’t really people. They were just robots. Empty shells without emotions.

“Lower your weapon.” The voice was distinctly feminine, soft but commanding at the same time. As the words echoed around the corridor, John’s heart began to race. That voice was familiar, more familiar than he cared to admit.

“Elizabeth?” he asked softly, his throat suddenly dry. Without another word, he began to lower the P90, his fingers fumbling to click the safety back on. A little voice in his mind screamed to ignore her order, that it could be a trap. But every other fibre of his being ignored the wise words.

“Put it on the floor and then put your hands on your head.”

There was no mistaking that voice, though the tone was something John had never heard before. Carefully, he placed the weapon at his feet, before straightening up in one fluid motion. Reaching up slowly, so as not to startle her, he placed his hands on the back of his head.

For a moment, they stood in total silence, neither seeming to move. The gun remained pressed into his neck, though with a little less force than before. John listened as carefully as possible, but he couldn’t hear anything. He couldn’t even hear her breathing.

“Turn around.” Her voice startled him, but he was quick to recover from it. Taking a few deep breaths to steady his nerves, he began to turn. He kept his head down, almost afraid to look up, to discover it wasn’t her. When he had turned around completely, he kept his eyes fixed on her waist. He quickly took in her outfit, the off white tunic and trousers that the Asuran’s seemed to favour. “Look at me,” she demanded, her voice still harsher than he remembered.

John closed his eyes as he raised his head, still too scared to look at her. If he opened his eyes and it wasn’t her, that single ounce of hope he had recklessly allowed to grow would be gone.

“Look at me,” she said again. This time her voice was soft, the commanding tone suddenly gone. This time, it truly sounded like Elizabeth.

As his eyes opened, the first thing John Sheppard saw were the bright green eyes that he had only seen in his dreams for many long months. They were fixed upon his, and neither of them could look away. It was really her. It wasn’t some cruel Asuran trick, it was really Elizabeth.

“Lizzie.” It had slipped out before he even realised what he had said. It was the affectionate nickname that he called her when she couldn’t hear. Never would he have said it to her face.

It only made her smile though; it was an awkward smile though. Those bright eyes seemed filled with sadness as she looked at him.

It only then dawned on him that she still had the gun pointed at his chest.

“You can put that away,” he smiled, his hands dropping from his head. “You’re safe now.”

“I can’t,” she responded, her hands seeming to tighten around the gun.

“It’s okay; we can get you out of here. You can come back to Atlantis, it’ll be…”

“No!” The word reverberated around the hall, surrounding them before dying away. “I can’t leave John. Then they’ll know you’re here. They’ll reprogram me again.”

John felt his blood run cold as she spoke, her words piercing his heart.

“They have control of your nanites?” he asked at last, though he already knew the answer.

“A few weeks after they captured me they managed to reprogram them to suit them. I can occasionally take control again, but it never lasts long. They just keep reprogramming them. I think they still doubt my strength.”

Anger and hopelessness welled up through John, coursing through his veins. He hated the Asuran’s for what they had done to her. They had turned her into one of their own. She was part Replicator. But she wasn’t an empty shell. She still had her emotions and memories to fight for. It was a losing battle though. Elizabeth couldn’t escape it.

“If we run now, we could get you out before they would know.” He knew what he said was born out of sheer desperation, but he wanted to cling on to that fading hope.

“They’ll know before I reach the door. They could reprogram me to kill you John. I can’t let them hurt you. Please, just leave now, the others don’t know you’re here still. Please.” She was begging him and it broke his heart to see her reduced to this. Turning his face away, he reached down to pick up his P90. This was the moment he dreaded, when he had to say goodbye again. He didn’t even want to consider what it would be like trying to explain to everyone else that he had been right there with her and he had lost her again.

“Don’t blame yourself John,” she said quietly. John looked up at her, but she had turned her head away from him. With a soft smile, he reached out and laid a hand on the side of her face. She pressed her face into his hand, before looking back up at him.

“Thank you,” said John, though he couldn’t explain what he was thankful for.

Suddenly, Elizabeth stumbled backwards breathing hard. John darted forwards, ready to catch her if she fell. One hand darted up to her head, the other still holding the gun tightly. He watched as she winced and gasped, though he had no idea what was going on. As suddenly as it had begun she was still. Her head rose slowly until her eyes met his. The brightness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a cold look of hatred. A cruel smile crept across her lips as she raised the gun a little higher.

“You should have run when you had the chance,” she said, her voice devoid of all emotion.

John felt like he was frozen to the spot unable to take in what he was seeing. She was one of them. He looked between the gun and her eyes, but he could find nothing of the woman he knew.

Time slowed as John raised his P90, taking careful aim at her chest just as she took aim at his. He could hear voices over the headset but he couldn’t distinguish what they said. There was nothing else in the world but them. Their eyes met once more, though neither truly recognised the eyes that looked back at them, not anymore.



( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 7th, 2007 09:09 pm (UTC)
Very intense fic.
Oct. 8th, 2007 05:57 am (UTC)
Intense in a good way or a bad way?
Oct. 8th, 2007 07:07 am (UTC)
in a very good way!
Oct. 8th, 2007 07:50 pm (UTC)
Yay! Thank you!!
Oct. 7th, 2007 10:02 pm (UTC)
Oh man... that was very powerful and very good story.
Oct. 8th, 2007 05:58 am (UTC)
Thank you.
Oct. 7th, 2007 11:46 pm (UTC)
That was fantastically intense. I'm loving the possibilities born out of Elizabeth's replicator-ness.
Oct. 8th, 2007 06:00 am (UTC)
Thank you. There are so many possibilities, I just managed to choose the one where Elizabeth went a bit evil.

I love your icon BTW.
Oct. 8th, 2007 06:09 am (UTC)
That's a fun one to choose! And thanks, you may snag it if you like, i made it.
Oct. 8th, 2007 07:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you. *Runs off with pretty icon*
Oct. 8th, 2007 11:49 am (UTC)

It always amazed John how structures built by the Ancients could survive thousands of years with only a thin layer of dust to prove they had been abandoned for so long.

For some reason, I'm thinking about cheap production of anything. Yeah, add some dust. It'll show it's been there for a while. That's just me being weird, like me thinking Elizabeth walking like Frankinstein's monster with arms out while the Asurans are controlling her.

Anyway, back to fic, liked it and it's sort of making me wonder how John would react seeing Elizabeth again... and how she would be - what with all the you know what happening in Lifeline between them. ;)
Oct. 8th, 2007 07:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you!!

like me thinking Elizabeth walking like Frankinstein's monster with arms out while the Asurans are controlling her.

There are no words for the crack!fic plotbunny image you have just put into my brain with that.

There are so many possibilities for the reunion between John and Elizabeth. I kept reading ones where she helped them or she was back to being the Elizabeth we knew, so my brain instinctively went 'Make her evil!!'. Silly brain. They did go through a lot in Lifeline didn't they? *Shippy heart goes boom again*
Oct. 9th, 2007 09:55 am (UTC)
There are no words for the crack!fic plotbunny image you have just put into my brain with that.

Interesting. ;)
Oct. 10th, 2007 10:12 pm (UTC)
*curls up into a ball on the floor* *criez*
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