FIC: Devil Inside - Chapter 12

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DEVIL INSIDE By ErikaHK

Title Devil Inside - Ch. 12/14
Word count: 1.080
Rating: PG
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Carson Beckett
Genre: Drama, Angst, H/C, Suspense, Gen
Disclaimer: Stargate and all related characters are the property of MGM Television Entertainment. Not done for profit, just for fun.

Summary: A mysterious entity takes over the bodies of the members of the Atlantis Expedition. Season 3 pre-Sunday. No spoilers.

Special thanks to my beta lauriel01!

Chapter 12

Elizabeth looked into his blue eyes as he begged her to allow his volunteering. Carson was feeling helpless watching Teyla’s deterioration without being able to do anything about it, and now he could stop it. She knew that Carson carried his heart on his sleeve when his patients were concerned and she couldn’t simply order someone else to volunteer. She couldn’t deny the fact that he was right. The Atlantis’ medical staff was the most competent in two galaxies and could stay twenty four hours without the CMO. Besides, he does need the rest.

She pursed her lips and finally said. “Okay, Carson.”

“Thank you, Elizabeth.” His features relaxed and he held her shoulder.

“How long until you are ready?”

“It will take a few hours for her to wake up. I can call you when it happens.”

She only nodded and watched as he exited towards the isolation room. She just hoped they were able to solve this in twenty four hours. She didn’t want to face this situation all over again in the next day.

…

Carson was already in scrubs outside the isolation room with Dr. Keller, a few of nurses and soldiers armed with stunners and a tranquilizer gun. He took a deep breath as he stared at the closed door.

He looked at the syringe he held in his hand. He had to do this.

It would be painless and he wouldn’t remember a thing. He still felt uneasy when he thought about the last time he came in contact with that thing, but this time would be different. It would sleep for the next 24 hours, wouldn’t cause any havoc and he would have plenty of rest out of it.

They had made all arrangements to have a secure transition. The marines were briefed to identify the correct moment to shoot the dart at him and knew their positions. The gurney and an emergency team waited a short distance away ready to storm into the room the minute he fell unconscious. He turned to Keller.

“Colonel Sheppard needs to be monitored in a few minutes. Check the chest tube and the re-inflation of his lungs according to my notes on his file. I left everything detailed for you there. Teyla will need to be checked after the entity leaves her. She will probably need help to lower her metabolism. You’ll know what to do.” Carson smiled reassuringly to her.

“I don’t know if you really should be doing this, doctor.” Keller said.

“Don’t worry, lass.”

“You’re the CMO.” Keller looked at him with doubt in her eyes.

“I want to do this.” He spoke softly. “You’ll do fine as acting CMO, Jennifer, it’s only a day.” He smiled and touched her arm.

“Right. It’s…” She looked down. “I never ran a department before.”

He touched her chin with his fingers and lifted her face. “I have faith in you, that’s why I made you second in charge.” He stared gently at her until she smiled. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“You’ll be fine.” Carson hugged her.

“Thank you.” She left his embrace comforted. “We’ll be fine.”

He looked around at the faces of his medical staff with a reassuring and determined expression and they nodded in return. They were all ready.

He turned to the door and nodded at the marine to open it. Carson took one step and entered the room, making his way to her bed with only one brief hesitation. The soldiers entered right after him, weapons at the ready. The nurses and Keller waited outside, ready to enter as soon as he was down.

He stopped by Teyla’s bed and waited a few moments. Teyla’s vitals indicated she was near consciousness. He looked up to see Elizabeth and Ronon above at the observation room looking down at him. He readied the syringe he was holding and injected the content into her IV-line, observing as she started to slowly wake. Her eyelids flickered until they opened and looked at him. Her eyes were the same as Teyla’s but stared at him in a way he never thought she was even capable of doing. There were so much coldness and hatred inside them that he had to restrain himself from stepping back. He put a serious and determined face and touched her arm right above her restraint.

C’mon get out of her. He mentally asked.

She gave a wicked smile. Her head rose slightly until the marines were in her line of sight. Her smirk grew.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“You will leave this body and come to mine.” He said firmly.

“What if I don’t want to?” Her head bent to one side.

“This body is dying. You need a new one.”

She laughed. “Oh really? Since when?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why don’t you want to leave?”

“If all I accomplish is killing one Atlantian, I’ll be happy.” She raised an eyebrow and broadened her smile returning to her sleep position.

“Why do you want to kill us?”

She chuckled. “You’re just like them.” Her gaze fell on him again. “They poked, experimented and tortured me for years without ever caring to give me what I really need. No sustenance. Nothing.” Her voice was full of hatred and her lips trembled as she spoke.

“What kind of sustenance?” He imagined that it would eat whatever the host ate, but now he doubted the idea. She needed more.

“I need to have fun and you’re just like them. Locking me up, boring me to death.”

“Fun?” What was that thing talking about? Killing people is not fun.

“Yes. Fun. That’s what sustains me and keeps my energy alive.”

That was new. An energy entity that feeds on emotion. “But why do you kill people?”

“Because it’s fun!” She smiled amusedly. “The hunting game, the suspense, the fear, until finally the prize comes. Pain and suffering. Death.” There was a pause. “The dessert.” She said softly.

He scowled in surprise. It was a bloody insane creature. A psychopath that enjoyed killing for pleasure. He felt more disgust for the thing than he had ever felt towards anything else. He looked up to the figure observing the scene that imitated his deep frown. Elizabeth hugged her chest and nodded, closing her eyes. He sighed. The entity would not leave Teyla willingly. He headed to the door, asked a syringe from Keller and injected it into the IV-line to make her sleep again.

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TBC…

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