Title: The Eledgias (formally known as The Mainland, for those who saw the teaser on my site)
Author: Tipper
Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story was created for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s). Thank you to the amazing writers, producers, actors, crew and directors who bring it to life.
Category/Rating: GEN/T
Characters: McKay, Teyla, Sheppard, Beckett and Ronon.

A/N: This came from two places. The first is my friend Ti's idea that the Athosians must be feeling trapped on the Mainland, forced to go through the Atlantian's in order to go off-world, which had been so much a part of their culture. Second, I have always wondered why the Ancients chose this particular planet to land on. Sadly, I didn't go that deeply into the first idea, and didn't answer the second. Instead, I just found a new way to mess with the heads of my favorite sci-fi characters! Blame my need to just cause mayhem everywhere I go. LOL!

Description: Out on the Mainland is an Ancient ruin, which the Athosians have kept from the Atlantians for months. McKay hopes it holds the key as to why the Ancients chose this planet out of all the millions in the Pegasus Galaxy to land on, but the secrets it holds are a lot more dangerous than that...


Chapter One: The Mainland

Telya gritted her teeth, her muscles flexing along her jaw, trying (with difficulty) not to show just how angry she was.

Halling strode ahead of her through the forest, his hands behind his back and his head raised. He clearly had no issue with the fact that her people had kept this discovery from her for months.

Months.

They didn't trust her. Somewhere along the way, her people had decided she was no longer someone in which they could entrust information like this.

Because, and this was the ultimate reason, they did not trust the Atlantians.

Admittedly, a small part of her couldn't blame them for that. There were times when she too questioned the people she worked with now. But, ultimately, she understood that, for all their apparent differences, these people had a level of understanding and knowledge regarding the Ancestors that her people could never have. They were connected to them more deeply and more closely than anyone in this galaxy, and yet….

And yet, the Atlantians still, to the Athosian people, seemed somehow unworthy.

But, with all she had seen this year, Teyla had gained an insight into the Ancestors that many of her people had not—that they were human. Greatly advanced humans, yes, but just as flawed and foible ridden and imperfect as everyone else in this galaxy. Between meeting Chaya and her sheltered, unimaginative people, to viewing the devastation on Doranda from the Ancient's "last great weapon," she had learned that the Ancestors were not so much to be revered as respected and learned from.

But many of her people held onto the belief that the Ancestors were, for lack of a better term, gods. Teyla had not. And so…they had cut her out.

It rankled. But more than that, it hurt. Something very deep inside of Teyla had shattered and broken when Halling finally told her of the secret the Athosian people had been keeping from her for so long. She still felt the pain of that inside her, like the sharp edges of a broken glass, piercing and scratching at her barely upheld countenance of calm.

She accepted she was no longer their leader; after all, it had been her choice. But she had not imagined to lose their trust.

If she had been alone, she would have cried. Nothing else could make her cry, but this….

She hoped her father was not watching.

Halling continued his long strides, stepping over branches and winding his way around bushes and young trees, following what had obviously once been a road. There were the occasional clumps of marble flagstones, overgrown by weeds and plants, but still viable as stepping stones. Halling stepped over them, and Teyla lengthened her stride to keep up.

The brush and the trees thickened, darkening the landscape and providing an air that was more eerie than pleasant. She felt a little like she was walking back in time, stepping under natural archways of moss and tree branches, feeling the chill of the damp air as the wood took on a darker hue.

Then, almost abruptly, Halling shortened his step and slowed down. He seemed to suddenly feel the need to walk more carefully, more reverently, and he stepped to the side to allow Teyla to join him.

She tilted her head as she ducked under one particularly low lying tree branch, and when she straightened again, she found Halling had stopped completely.

Standing next to him, she looked around at the green and brown landscape, momentarily confused as to why.

Then…she saw it.

A column. She had thought it was a tree stump, so thickly covered was it by ivy and moss, but on closer look…it was definitely a column. Her breath came out in a slow, steady exhale, and she moved closer.

Slowly, she examined the piece, recognizing the feel of the strange metal that Atlantis was made out of, and also recognizing the style. Turning her head away from the column, she examined the area more carefully, and, as if a veil were drawn from her eyes, she started to see more.

More columns, part of a staircase, a wall, chunks of masonry and, there, amazingly, resting protected within a very solid piece of metal…a glass window.

She couldn't hold back the gasp, her eyes lighting up in wonder at the yellow, black and red tints. It was in exactly the same style as the ones in the Gateroom in Atlantis.

There was no question now.

The Ancestors had built structures on the Mainland, and she was standing in the middle of a ruin.

The question was, a ruin of what?

Over to the side, Halling, Dora, and Terrik were watching her carefully. Dora grimaced and looked down, clearly unhappy. Terrik simply looked worried. Halling, of course, maintained his usual calm air of patient indifference. Until Teyla turned around to look at him again. Then something dark crossed his expression.

"You will remember your promise, Teyla."

Surprise lit in her eyes for a moment at the question, but was quickly replaced by something cool, her chin lifting proudly.

"Of course, Halling. I gave you my word, did I not?" Something which has always been good enough before, she added quietly to herself.

Halling just nodded in return, and Telya turned her head away so that he wouldn't see the anguish on her face.

It felt like she'd just been slapped in the face by her family.


TBC – Poor Teyla