Jo Graham - Secrets

Ronon struggled to consciousness, aware at first only of the overwhelming need to run. He caught his breath with a gasp, fought to keep from flailing in the darkness. His limbs were free that was good, meant he wasnt trussed for feeding, wasnt pinned waiting for some Wraith to insert another tracker. He shifted cautiously, feeling a body against his own. Two bodies, one with a spill of long hair Jennifer, he thought, with renewed fear, and McKay. Faint lights were coming on, as though his movements had triggered them, glowing pinpoints that outlined Wraith controls, and in the dim light he recoiled from the Wraith who lay tangled beneath them. Not a Wraith, not really it had McKays face, McKays sharp nose and thinning hair, but Ronons skin still crawled at its touch. He pressed himself back against the walls of the lifepod, trying to get himself under control.

OK, yes, they were in a lifepod, a Wraith lifepod, because theyd been cut off from the others and there was no other way off the hiveship: the plan had been to steal aboard Deaths hive, rescue McKay, or kidnap him, depending on whether or not he was cooperative, but Jennifer had collapsed before they could rejoin Sheppards group or contact the Hammond.

He shifted awkwardly, trying to fit himself into space designed for a single Wraith, worked himself free of McKay until he could reach Jennifer and drag her into a less crumpled position. The convulsions had stopped if he didnt know better, hed think she was asleep. But then nobody slept through something like this. He touched her cheek, brushing loosened strands of hair back from eyes and mouth, but she didnt stir. He could feel her breath on his hand, felt for a neck pulse anyway. Her skin was cool, her heartbeat steady. Whatever had happened, she wasnt in any immediate danger, or at least not from whatever had caused her to collapse.

The situation, however, was another matter. He settled her as safely as he could into the protective niche, wormed his way around McKays unconscious body to study the controls. Unfortunately, nothing looked familiar. A few lines of data trickled down the small central screen. To the left of that, he saw a button with a symbol he did recognize: tracker. He swallowed old, irrational fear, his back twitching where the scars no longer were, and kept his hands well away from the console. The button wasnt lit, so presumably it wasnt working: they were safe from that, at least. He took a deep breath and scanned the symbols again. All right, that one the glowing blue shape like a childs image of lightning that one, he was pretty sure was visuals, and he pressed it before he could change his mind. The falling data stopped abruptly, was replaced by an image of a starscape. It was rotating slowly around a point that seemed to be a hiveship, drifting disabled. Or not disabled: a hyperspace window opened, and the ship vanished through it.

Ronon blinked. Not exactly a good thing, unless the Hammond was still lurking somewhere nearby, and he didnt really see any signs of that. There was a schematic in the corner of the screen and, if he was reading it right, there was a planet nearby, along with an awful lot of debris

McKay chose that moment to stir, and Ronon jumped, reaching for his gun. He had it out and the barrel against McKays skull before McKay opened his eyes and bared sharp Wraith teeth at him.

Get that away from me, he said. What the hell did you do to me?

His voice was so much the old McKay that Ronon blinked, though he didnt lower the gun. Stunned you, he said. And drugged you.

What? Why would you do that? McKays glare deepened. And wasnt that redundant?

Because the last time we tried to rescue you, you tried to kill us, Ronon said.

I sent you a message, McKay snapped. Ive been waiting for ages and why is Jennifer here? His face sharpened. And whats wrong with her?

Shes out cold, Ronon said. I dont know why. And shes here to get you back in one piece.

By drugging me?

The IOA wanted to shoot you.

Oh, thats very helpful, McKay said. Where are we?

In a lifepod.

What?

We blew up the hive, Ronon said. That was part of the plan. Only we couldnt get back to the jumper because Jennifer passed out. So I put us all in a lifepod.

You blew up the hive, McKay said. What about the ZPM?

The one you stole? Ronon glared. When you led a bunch of Wraith into Atlantis?

McKay had the grace to look abashed, but rallied quickly. And you couldnt get it back? We need that!

I dont know, Ronon said. That was Sheppards job. I was supposed to be capturing you.

They couldnt have destroyed it, McKay said. I mean, how hard could it be to unhook it?

He sounded less certain than his words, and Ronon shook his head. McKay. McKay turned on him with a Wraiths speed, and it took all his willpower not to press the firing stud. Do you know how to work this thing?

Of course, McKay said. He wriggled around until he was facing the controls, peered thoughtfully at them for a long moment, then touched a button. The viewer disappeared, and was replaced by another cascade of data. McKay reached under the screen and folded out a small keyboard, typed something.

Well, thats not good, he said.

What?

Weve got about seventeen hours of air left, with three of us on board. And Im not picking up any ships in the area, Wraith or human.

That wasnt good, Ronon thought. What about the planet?

Thats not good either, McKay said. In fact Oh, no. No, no, thats definitely not good. He typed frantically for a moment, but got only a few pained beeps from the console. Were caught in the planets gravity well, and we dont have enough power to break free.

These things are designed for reentry, arent they? Ronon asked. They must be.

Yes, of course they are. McKay punched more keys. And it looks as though the planet yes, its perfectly habitable and it has a Stargate. No signs of people, though, no settlements, no wreckage. It was either abandoned or Culled a long time ago.

The hairs on Ronons neck stood up, hearing this Wraith who was McKay talk so casually about Cullings.

I should be able to get the guidance computer on line, McKay said. His hands were busy as he talked, bringing new systems into play, eliciting soft noises from the console. Yes, there. And track for the Stargate. Weve got inertial dampeners, and thrusters, we should be able to make reentry.

Couldnt we just signal the Hammond? Ronon asked.

We have seventeen hours of air, McKay said. And it wont be very nice air toward the end. No, we need to get this thing down onto the planet, and then we can worry about signaling the Hammond. In fact, if we land it right, we could dial Atlantis and go home.

Which presented another problem, Ronon thought. Could he trust McKay? Yeah, it sounded like him, he sounded normal, as far as that went, but he was still clearly Wraith. Could they risk going straight to Atlantis? He shook his head. First things first. He couldnt land the lifepod himself, but McKay seemed to think he could. Let McKay get them down safe, where he could take a good look at Jennifer, and then they could worry about getting to Atlantis.

I wish Sheppard was here, he said.

Rodney studied the tracking display, touched keys to study the course the autopilot had laid for them. It was a good thing there was an autopilot, because he wasnt exactly checked out in Wraith lifepods, or any other kind of Wraith craft, and while he could handle a puddle jumper, flying still wasnt one of his major talents. The system was homing in on the planets Stargate, which was good, but the engines seemed to be having trouble following the autopilots instructions. Already there were datapoints blinking white amid the gold, warning him that theyd missed course corrections. Probably because the lifepod was overloaded; it was designed to carry a single Wraith, not three humans. He frowned at the screen, toggled to the power supply and back to the navigation screen, trying to decide whether or not to intervene.