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04 June 2007 @ 06:30 pm
Bellerophon falling part 2  
Season 3.5: Episode 1

Bellerophon falling

part two.

“Ah, Major, I was wondering where you were, can you just hang on a tick while I finish up?”

“Sure thing Doc.” Lorne answered, side stepping to allow the other man past.

Carson smiled as he passed, hands full of a selection of medical paraphernalia, heading back into the main area of the infirmary. He stopped beside the only occupied bed, patting its
occupant gently on the leg. “I’ll just take a wee look first, make sure it’s healing as it should do.” The young marine silently held his arm straight for inspection, offering his superior a weak smile as Carson examined his wound. “Well, it’s looking good Lieutenant, I’ll just sort you out a new bandage then I’ll let you get back to your duties.” Carson deftly bandaged the wound before removing his gloves, offering his patient a reassuring smile. “Just a week or so more and it’ll be good as new.”

“Thanks doc.” The lieutenant returned the smile easily as he stood, nodding respectfully to Lorne before making his way out. Carson dropped his gloves into one of the bins before starting to sort the equipment as Lorne closed the distance between them.

“So I hear we have an unexpected guest.”

Carson nodded, his smile fading a little. “Aye that we do, I’ve got her in one of the side rooms for now.” Blue eyes narrowed as Lorne ducked his head to hide a smile. “I’m guessing the Colonel told you about the nature of our guest’s arrival then.”

Lorne nodded, eyes shining. “I’m afraid so. Even if he hadn’t, the story already circulating the grapevine.”

Carson sighed, shaking his head, “Why does that not surprise me.”

Lorne shrugged idly. “Gate duty isn’t the most interesting job in the world, so I guess we can’t really blame them for wanting to share the one interesting story they’ve got.”

Carson offered the Major a wry smile, “Aye I can understand that, but under the circumstances I’m not too sure it’s the best thing. I mean, whoever this lady is, I don’t think she deserves to have everyone know about her, mode of arrival.”

“From what I can tell the Colonel’s already started running some interference, though I can see McKay having to leave with being the butt of a few jokes for a little while.” Lorne offered sympathetically, “How is our guest?”

“Well, she hasn’t regained consciousness since they brought her in and so far none of the tests we’ve run have shown her to be anything but an ordinary, healthy human woman. I’ve got a nurse watching her at all times in case anything changes” Carson sighing, hesitating for a moment, “to be honest with you, I’m finding it hard to see her as a threat.”

Lorne offered the other man a sympathetic smile. “From what I’ve heard, I can’t say I blame you, but, considering everything that’s happened to us while we’ve been out here,” he shrugged, “it’s best to expect the worst.”


“Well, I’ve got two guards set up in the room with her and two more on each door, with a shift change every six hours, which should, by the sound of it be more than enough”

Carson nodded. “I’ll make sure my staff knows to keep out of their way.”

“I’ll leave you to it then. See you in six Doc.” Lorne smiled patting Carson gently on the arm before leaving. Carson smiled, shaking his head as he replaced the last few pieces of equipment before heading towards their guest’s room.


John slid his tray onto the table alongside Teyla before turning to drag a chair over. “You know, this has got to be one of the weirdest things that has ever happened.”

Teyla raised an eyebrow, exchanging a look with Ronon across the table. “You have often commented on events, claiming them to be odd.”

John hesitated, looking between his two companions. “You’re probably the wrong two people to be having this conversation with, considering.” He stopped, wincing. “That sounded worse then it was supposed to, what I mean is, you guys have a different concept of weird than I do.”

Teyla smiled fondly, used to John’s quirks even if she still didn’t completely understand them, even after almost three years, nodding. “I believe so.”

“How’s the naked woman?” Ronon asked, ignoring Teyla’s reproving look.

“Unconscious in one of the rooms off the infirmary as far as I know,” John hesitated, glancing nervously at the room’s other occupants, “and could we not call her ‘the naked woman’?”

Ronon shrugged. “Okay.”

“I have spoken to a number of my people and I am afraid none of them have heard of anything similar occurring.”

John nodded. “That’s pretty much what we expected.”

Teyla ducked her head, hesitating before continuing. “Some suggested that she is one of the ancestors and that, perhaps, she has been sent to warn us.”

“Warn us about what?” Ronon asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he lent back in his chair.

Teyla tilted her head, offering the two men a slightly rueful smile. “That I do not know.”

John shrugged, taking a drink of his water. “It’d be a bit pointless, her coming to warn us about something, if we already knew about it.”

Teyla smiled, nodding. “Indeed it would.”

Ronon shrugged. “She didn’t seem like one of the ancestors.”

John arched an eyebrow, picking up is apple. “Yeah well, I don’t think that particular event would be especially high on the things you guys would have been taught to believe about them. I mean, all of the ancients we’ve met so far have been kinda arrogant.”

“Perhaps, she is being punished, as Elizabeth suggested.”

John nodded slowly, taking a bite out of his apple. “Maybe, through it could just be that she messed up her grand entrance, which would go a way to explain the whole brown out thing as well.”

Teyla raised an eyebrow, exchanging a look with Ronon. “Surely if that were the case the two events would have occurred simultaneously.”

John shrugged, making a face. “It was just a theory.”

“A bad one.” Teyla stifled a laugh, avoiding John’s hurt look.

John cleared his throat, dropping his apple core onto his tray. “Well, at least it was just the once….” he trailed off, groaning as the lights shut off suddenly, “then again, I could be wrong.”


Carson lowered himself warily into his desk chair, idly sorting through some of the paperwork scattered across his desk, wondering how it was that certain members of his staff had managed to cling to their determination not to rely upon computers for everything. It wasn’t that he minded so much as it would be helpful, he couldn’t remember how many hours he’d spent typing up summaries of their reports for Elizabeth. He sighed, shaking his head as he unearthed one of Doctor Morrison’s latest reports; the man had truly the most atrocious handwriting.

He was still trying to decipher the report when a muffled yell rang out, followed by the distinctive sound of metal hitting the floor, all seeming to originate from the room that their guest was presently occupying. Dropping the report Carson stood, jogging to the medical supply cupboard and grabbing a syringe and a vial of sedative, before making his way to the room in question, not surprised when one of the guards blocked his path to the woman’s beside.

Automatically analyzing his patient’s status Carson cursed silently, as he took in the woman’s tear streaked face and hunched figure, her fear and confusion clear. Looking up he searched the room for the nurse, spotting her in the far corner forced back behind one of the guards, Carson’s gaze flicked to guards and the guns that were pointing at the bed and its occupant. “I’m going to have to ask you all to leave.” Carson kept his voice low and calm, not wanting to scare the woman anymore than the guards already had.

“I’m afraid we can’t…”

“I’m aware of your orders son and I’ll let two of you stay in here, out of the way mind, just in case, but I’ve got a patient to consider.” Carson cut the marine off, throwing a meaningful look in the direction of the bed, waiting for the man to get the message. After a moment the marines lowered their guns slowly, all looking a little sheepish as they finally processed the state of the ‘enemy’. A minute later only two of them remained, stationed one at each door.

Crossing to the bedside, Carson laid a gentle hand on the woman’s arm, not surprised when she flinched, pulling away. He glanced up at the monitors automatically, not surprised to see note that her heart rate was higher than normal. He lingered a moment on the equipment that he had set up to measure her synaptic activity, a tiny smile touched his lips as he noted that it was at a perfectly normal level. “Amy love, could you give me a hand here?” Carson called the nurse over, motioning for her to take up position on the other side of the bed as he quickly pulled a dose of sedative, placing the vial and the prepared syringe within reach, ready should he need them.

“Now, I’m just going to take this off you.” Carson reached out slowly, gently untangling the head band from her hair before lifting it clear and placing it carefully on top of one of the monitors. He offered the woman a kind smile as he met her gaze, reaching out to still her hand as she struggled to pull her IV line out. “I’m afraid you’re going to need that for little while longer lass.” Her eyes narrowed as he spoke and she pulled away from him, shaking her head slowly.

“Don’t call me that.” She whispered, hugging her knees as she gave up trying to free herself of the IV. Carson nodded his understanding, offering her an apologetic smile. She frowned, raising her head a little to look around the room, gaze lingering on each of the guards. “How did I get here?”

Carson hesitated, debating whether to tell her the truth or not, “We’re not sure.”

She stared at him, assessing him for a moment before shifting uncomfortably, “What happened?”

Carson shook his head, offering her a sympathetic look, wishing that he could give her an answer, “I’m afraid we don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” The statement was tinted with an edge of disbelief, and she laughed bitterly. “Is there anything you know? Anything you can tell me?” Her voice rose with each question, her fists clenching in the sheets. “Because I would really, really, like to know what is going on.” She stared at Carson for a moment, eyes widening as he ducked his head, unable to retain eye contact with her, “You don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, do you?” She whispered before starting to laugh, burying her head in her hands, the laughter fading into near hysterical sobs.

Carson hesitated for a moment, giving her time to calm her self, not really wanting to have to use the sedative. A few minutes later he surrendered to the fact that she was seemed to only be getting more upset up the longer he waited and he reached for the syringe, injecting the sedative into her IV line. He placed a gentle hand on the woman’s back, rubbing gently as he waited for the sedative to take effect, offering what little comfort he could.


“None of this makes sense.” Rodney growled under his breath as Radek buried his face in his hands, muttering under his breath in Czech.

“Gentlemen?” Elizabeth approached the two scientists warily, eying the equipment that was strewn across the floor as well as the majority of the consoles. “How’s it going?”

Radek groaned while Rodney turned to glare at her. “Badly.”

Elizabeth winced, crossing her arms over her stomach. “Dare I ask why?”

“There is nothing.” Radek raised his head, gesturing hopelessly at the monitors. “No explanation for what occurred; there is not even any record.”

“And before you ask, yes, we’re sure. We’ve been through all of the systems and we can’t find anything, not even the slightest error. As far as the system is concerned, there was no blackout.” Rodney shook his head, waving a dismissive hand at the consoles.

Elizabeth frowned, “Is it possible that something else caused something that seemed like a blackout?”

Rodney sighed, shaking his head again as he met Elizabeth’s gaze, “You don’t understand. Even if, for a second, we consider the possibility that something else happened, which would result in a blackout, which for future reference is incredibly unlikely, there would be a sign of it, but there isn’t. No glitches, no errors in the system code, nothing.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“No it doesn’t.” Rodney’s voice was laced with sarcasm as he spoke, ignoring Radek’s disapproving look.

“You know this is getting really annoying.”

Elizabeth turned surprised, raising an eyebrow at John as he came to a halt beside her, glaring at Rodney. “John?”

“I was having lunch with Ronon and Teyla in the mess hall when the power shut off.” He emphasised the last few words locking gazes with Rodney for a moment before turning to face Elizabeth. “If this is going to keep happening we should consider getting a few more battery powered lamps and stuff.”

“There was another blackout?” Elizabeth tactfully ignored his last comment, glancing at Rodney.

“Yeah, as far as we could tell it was limited to a small area around the mess, but Ronon and Teyla have got some of the marines with them to question everybody, see if anywhere else was affected.” John frowned, eyes narrowing, “Are you telling me you don’t know what’s causing this?”

Rodney exchanged an exasperated look with Radek, “Not yet no.”

John sighed, “Well, that’s just great.”

“How long did it last?”

John blinked, “What?”

“The blackout.” Rodney prompted impatiently.

“Ten, maybe fifteen minutes.”

“You are certain it was not just the lights?” Radek questioned, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“Yeah of course.”

The two scientists exchanged a worried look and Radek turned back to one of the consoles, typing in a series of commands before muttering a string of words in Czech glaring at the screen before turning back to them. “Again, there is no record of any power loss.”

Elizabeth looked between the two men, frowning. “Is it possible that our guest could have something to do with this?”

“There’s no way to know.”

Elizabeth sighed, closing her eyes for a moment and rubbing the bridge of her nose. Opening them again, she looked at each of the men in turn as she spoke. “If this does have something to do with our guest, we need to find out who she is and why she’s here and the faster we can do that the better.”

“Which is easier said then done.” John answered, shifting his weight. “I don’t suppose Beckett’s found out anything?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Yeah, I figured that would be a bit too easy.”

“Hopefully she’ll wake up soon and we’ll be able to get an answer that way.” Elizabeth offered John a weak smile before turning to Rodney and Radek, “In the meantime you’re just going to have to keep trying to figure out what’s causing these blackouts.”

Rodney groaned faintly. “Do you have any idea how close to impossible that is?”

John rolled his eyes. “Rodney.”

“We have just spent the last few hours trying to find some record of there having ever been a blackout, let alone what might have caused it and we have found nothing.”

“Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong place.”

Rodney scoffed, shaking his head, “Of course we hadn’t considered that.”

“All I’m saying is that it wouldn’t be the first time that you missed something.”

“Oh sure…”

“Gentlemen, please.” Elizabeth interrupted, eyes narrowing. “Could we please stay focused.” They both ducked their heads, avoiding her gaze.

“Perhaps it would be best if we continued our work in the labs.” Radek suggested, offering Elizabeth a sympathetic look.

“The work will get done faster with a few more people I suppose.” Rodney agreed grudgingly, throwing a dirty look at John as he gathered his equipment together, “and at least in the labs we’re less likely to be interrupted.”

Rodney hesitated, half way to the door, holding up one finger and avoiding John’s gaze, “Just one last thing, she really didn’t seem familiar to anyone else?”

Elizabeth hesitated, exchanging an uncertain look with John. “Rodney…”

Rodney made a face waving a hand dismissively before hurrying out of the door, not waiting for Radek.

“Keep me appraised.” Elizabeth patted Radek gently on the arm as he passed, following Rodney as he stalked out of the room. Once the pair where out of sight she turned to John, gesturing towards her office, “I think I need to sit down.”


“At least we know it’s just been the twice.” John shrugged, leaning his elbows against the arms of his chair.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “At least there’s that.” She hesitated a moment before, shaking her head, “It’s very hard to find something good about all of this. I mean we have no idea who our guest is, or why she’s here, let alone how she got here and what’s causing these blackouts.” She sighed, leaning back in her chair. “If this is all being caused by one of our enemies, why haven’t they started boasting about it yet?”

John frowned, “Yeah, all of our many enemies do seem to like doing that. It’s kinda disturbing when you think about it.”

“Elizabeth?” Carson stood in the doorway, waiting for her permission before stepping inside, offering them both an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry if I’m interrupting.”

“It’s fine Carson, we were just discussing our situation.” Elizabeth smiled gently, “I’m guessing you have some news?”

Carson nodded. “I do. Our guest woke up.”

“She did?” John and Elizabeth exchanged a look.

“Aye, she wasn’t awake for long through I’m afraid.” Carson sighed, meeting Elizabeth’s gaze, “She panicked a bit when she first woke up, the guards didn’t help of course, but she calmed for a little while, but it didn’t last for very long, in the end I’m afraid I had to sedate her.”

Elizabeth nodded her understanding slowly, “Did she say anything?”

“Aye, she did.” Carson hesitated, dropping his gaze to his hands for a moment. “But I very much doubt it can help you very much.”

Elizabeth ducked her head for a moment before looking at John, who straightened automatically in his chair. “What did she say?”

Carson sighed, shaking his head slightly before answering. “She seems as confused as we are. She asked where she was, how she got here, what had happened,” he hesitated for a moment, “and she asked me not to call her lass.”

John frowned, “She asked you that?”

“Aye.” Carson sighed shaking his head sadly. “She really didn’t seem to understand what has happening.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes, ducking her head for a moment taking a deep breath while John frowned staring at the mask on the wall behind her desk. Elizabeth opened her eyes, resting her elbows on her table as she met Carson’s sympathetic gaze. “Is there anything else that can you’ve found out about our guest?”

“Well, I can tell you that so far, all of the tests are saying that she’s completely human and healthy, apart from a few deficiencies which explain why she was unconscious for so long, but we’ve seen to those with an IV. She doesn’t have the wraith gene like Teyla, nor does she seem to possess the ATA gene.” He answered carefully, stopping as John lifted a hand.

“She doesn’t have the gene?” John repeated eyebrows rising.

Carson shook his head, “I’m afraid not.”

“And there’s nothing that could suggest that she was ever ascended?” Elizabeth asked, knowing the answer but needing to sure.

“No, I’m afraid not. There doesn’t seem to be any defined signature left by the experience, through, for the most part people who have returned from being ascended do seem to be slightly healthier than your average person.” Carson shrugged, smiling regretfully.

“What about…” John gestured vaguely at his head, ignoring the slightly exasperated look Elizabeth threw him across her desk, grinning as he remembered the word he was looking for,

“her synaptic activity?”

Carson smiled, before shaking his head, “I’m afraid her synaptic activity, measured during both conscious and unconscious states was exactly what I would expect.”

John frowned, slumping in his chair, “This is getting really annoying.”

“Haven’t they found what caused the blackout?” Carson asked, worried.

“No, they haven’t.” Elizabeth offered Carson a sympathetic look, “But they’re working on it.”

“There was another one, about an hour ago now, the mess hall and the rest of that section around the base of the tower lost power.” John provided.

“That can’t be good.” Carson hesitated, glancing between the two, frowning, “You still think that our guest has something to do with it?”

“We’re considering the possibility.” John answered, meeting Carson’s gaze steadily, “We still can’t explain how she got here and it seems like a bit too much of a coincidence that she appeared not long before the first blackout.”

Carson sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Aye.”

“We can’t afford to not at least consider the possibility.” Elizabeth met Carson’s gaze steadily, “At least until we find some answers.”

“I can understand that, it’s just that I really can’t find anything that suggests that this lady is capable of doing anything like this and she really didn’t seem in a fit state to be any kind of threat to the city.” Carson shook his head sadly, idly replaying the few minutes he had spent with the woman while she had been awake in his head, searching for anything that could suggest that it had all been an act.

“We have to be sure.”

Carson frowned, suddenly remembering something that the nurse who had done their guest’s physical had mentioned. “She has some unusual scarring.”

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow, glancing at John as she lent forward, “Our guest?”

“Aye.” Carson answered distractedly, trying to remember the full list that Amy had given, finally locking onto the one scar that had stood out. “Under different circumstances they
wouldn’t be so unusual, only considering how she arrived…”

“Carson.” John interrupted giving him a meaningful look.

“The young lady has a gun shot wound.” Carson grinned triumphantly, “I didn’t do the physical myself, but Amy was pretty sure of the case of that particular scar.”

Elizabeth’s eye brows rose and she lent back in her chair shaking her head glancing at John who was staring at her, having mentally run through the list of people from the Pegasus
Galaxy who could have possibly received such a scar.

“This is not good.”

part three
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