Sorry it's been so long. Over three months since I last updated! I'm a bad writer! I hate it when people stop updating, too! Well, sorry for the ridiculously long wait, and if anyone is still interested, here is the final part.



The Weapon

Part 9

Outside, the were met by the other two teams, who had arrived after the others had entered the building. They were accompanied by five other villagers, including Daynen and Jariel. One of the men nodded to Sheppard, "Good to have you back, sir.," he said, "We found these ones outside the building." He nodded to the villagers.

"You cannot leave," said Jareil, "please understand, our survival rests on you, Doctor McKay!"

"That's a shame," retorted McKay, "because we're leaving. Thanks for your hospitality though."

"No!" Jareil pulled a long knife from his belt and aimed at McKay. He flipped his hand back, ready to throw it, but Daynen launched himself forwards, knocking into his father and sending him staggering forwards. His aim lost, the knife flew several feet through the air and dropped harmlessly to the ground.

"There is no weapon," Daynen said firmly, staring his father in the eye. "You try to give us hope by promising that we will find it, but we know the truth, and you know it too. Keeping this man here will change nothing."

"The Gods chose him to find the weapon!" Jariel was shouting now, looking one by one at the faces of the other villagers, "He will find it and free us of the Wraith."

" 'The Gods will place a sign at the feet of those who are worthy. The Chosen will bring hope to the people.' " said Daynen, quoting some religious text, "Nowhere does it say the Chosen will find the weapon, only that they will bring us hope. McKay has done that, and so he has fulfilled his obligation to us."

McKay glanced at Sheppard and Ford, who both shrugged and watched the exchange.

"Stop them!" Jareil ordered the assorted villagers, who looked around uncomfortably, each waiting to see what the others would do first. They wanted to believe that the strangers would find the weapon, but they had very powerful weapons, and Daynen made a good point.

"Father, we have lost," Daynen told him, "even if we tried to keep them here, we would fail. If the weapon is here, we will find it one day. It has been so long since the Gods saw fit to choose someone. We had begun to give up hope, but now we know that they are still there. That they still watch over us. As long as we know this, we know that one day we will be free."

McKay snorted to himself at the idea that their fate was being decided on the basis of a religion, but was silenced by a sharp look from Sheppard.

Jareil breathed in and then out slowly, thinking, "Very well," he said eventually, "you may leave. But from now on, you are not welcome here. You may have powerful weapons, but if you return, we will do everything in our power to stop you from finding our weapon. It belongs to us, and when the Gods decide we are ready, we will find it."

"Well," said McKay, "I don't know about anyone else, but that's completely fine with me. So, can we be getting back before I die of starvation?"

McKay was sitting on a bed in the infirmary, feeling okay for the first time in days. His leg still hurt, but at least he had access to painkillers, and Dr Beckett had told him that the green sludge used by the villagers had done its job well. The wound had healed faster than he would have expected. He had even asked about the possibility of returning to the planet to ask how it was made, but Sheppard had told him he doubted it would be possible.

McKay scowled at the crutches that were leaning against the side of the bed. He would need to use them for at least a week, meaning not only that he couldn't go off world, but also that it would be obvious to everyone that he was the one that got injured. Again. It was a real talent of his, he reflected gloomily.

"So, feeling better?"

He looked up to find that John Sheppard had appeared next to him. With him were Ford and Teyla. McKay shrugged unenthusiastically.

"Something bothering you?"

"Apart from the arrow wound in my leg, you mean?" McKay sighed, "No, I was just wondering why it's always me that ends up injured. Isn't it someone else's turn yet?"

"It just feels like it's always you," Ford assured him, "we've all had our fair share of trips to the infirmary. Trust me. Anyway, we've got something that'll make you feel better."

McKay looked up, curious. Teyla withdrew a chocolate bar from her pocket.

"A chocolate bar?" asked McKay, not sure whether to be pleased or disappointed, "Thanks."

"The chocolate bar that you left on the planet as a clue as to your location," Teyla told him.

"Oh." He glanced at Sheppard, who grinned and shrugged. Well, if Sheppard wasn't going to tell them, there was no reason he should. He took the bar from Teyla, "Thanks," he said, more sincerely this time.

"We'll leave you to rest," Ford told him, and he and Teyla left.

Sheppard stayed behind for a moment, "Sure you're okay?" he asked.

McKay nodded, "As long as you don't decide I'm too much of a liability to have on the team," he said, "I don't care what Ford says, it is always me that gets injured."

Sheppard considered listing as many of his own and the rest of the team's injuries, but realised that McKay probably knew them as well as he did. The scientist just wanted to wallow in self pity. Sheppard decided to allow it. For now. "I think we can put up with you," he told him, "you're a hero, remember? If you'd remembered to fasten your pocket and hadn't lost your chocolate, we might still be being held on the planet."

McKay felt his face heat up and was sure he was blushing, "Are you going to tell them?"

Sheppard shook his head, "Your secret's safe with me," he assured him.

"Good," said McKay, "because actually, losing the chocolate wasn't entirely unintentional. I..."

"Save it," Sheppard told him with a grin.

McKay shrugged and snapped the chocolate bar in half still inside the wrapper, then ripped the wrapper open and held put one of the halves to Sheppard.

"No, I know how protective you are of your food,"

McKay shrugged, "Consider it a bribe,"

Sheppard took the chocolate, "Happy now?"

McKay nodded, "As happy as you can expect with a hole in my leg," he said, "but next time it's someone else's turn to get injured." He laid down and once again threw an unhappy look at the crutches that were waiting for him as soon as he was ready to move.

"We'll see," Sheppard told him, and got up to leave McKay to rest.

The end