OK THIS IS A REDO OF CHAPTER 7...a few minor adjustments to it for later purposes. For those of you who read it you don't HAVE to read it again...a skim read might help but it's not vital. I was just having an OCD moment :P Anyway, I'm doing bugger all today so next chapter should be up soon!

Spoilers: None

Warnings: None

I'll do a quick re-cap: John has undergone this scientific experiment that will effectively wipe his personality and replace it with a programmed false one. There was a risk involved; that he might regain his personality but the scientist (Oran) is convinced it won't happen. Meanwhile, in Atlantis, Woolsey has secretly resumed the search for the two missing leaders, convinced that they are still out there.

And now the conclusion…or the next chapter at least.

'What is your name?'

'Tyran'

'What is your occupation?'

'I am a guard at the Atarus working grounds'

'And your loyalties lie where?'

'I am loyal to you my Chief. I serve Ongaria and protect its people from the brutal savages that have rightfully earned their place in our prisons'

The Chief smirked as he saw Tyran kneeling before him and the rest of the sneering Ongarian council.

'Good, Tyran. I am proud of your progress. Even without your memories you have done well. Now tell me, what has Oran told you about your new assignment?'

'Nothing my Chief. He told me that I should wait until you felt I was ready'

The Chief nodded then indicated for Tyran to sit.

'You are ready'

Tyran rose from his kneeling position and moved towards the seat that sat in the middle of the room. He noticed the rest of the council shift forwards in their chairs slightly as he sat.

'You know of Atlantis?' asked the Chief once Tyran had sat down.

'No'

'Atlantis is the city of the Ancients.' began the Chief. 'It has recently been inhabited with a scavenger race of humans from a distant planet. In the short while they have been in this galaxy, they have managed to reawaken the Wraith. Do you remember the Wraith?'

Tyran nodded.

'The Wraith have awoken too early. Thousands are dying and it is all because of those humans. Their leader is none other than a female who does not even possess the Ancient gene. She is the one who you will be in charge of in the working grounds.'

Tyran hung on to every word, anger filling him as the Chief continued to describe the treacherous acts of the humans.

'What do you require me to do?' he asked once the Chief finished talking.

A snicker circulated the room after Tyran asked the question.

'We would like you to punish the female. You see, you look a lot like her beloved John Sheppard; her late second in command and partner. She is confused and delusional enough to think you are him. You have the potential to deliver the greatest damage to her; a great favour to the true residents of this galaxy and a personal request of our masters. The wraith high council want this of us and Tyran, I'm sure you remember why we must remain on their good side?'

Tyran nodded slightly as he processed this new information.

'Of course my Chief. But what of the male? Her second in command; John Sheppard?'

More snickering from the council, this time slightly louder.

'We captured him the same way we did her but, shamefully, he was weaker than her; he did not survive.'

Tyran smiled slightly at this news. 'That is a shame, I believe we could have had such fun with him too.'

Tyran looked on curiously as full-out laughter overtook the room.

They're hiding something from me he thought as he put on a smile for their benefit.

'Yes well, these humans are frail.' replied the Chief eventually.

Tyran nodded and sat patiently as he waited for the hall to quieten down. After a minute or two, the Chief began to speak again.

'Tyran, if you do not feel ready for this we will understand. You are still recovering from your accident and you will most likely never regain your memories again. This is a lot to take in we understa- '

'No my Chief I am fine. I have heard many stories of my past; I used to be the best at my job and I intend to reclaim my old standards. Do you require anything else from the female? Any information?' Tyran asked, careful to hold the chief's gaze.

The chief smiled and sent an approving nod in Tyran's direction. 'The main objective is for her to lose all hope; it would be a rather beneficial punishment for her crimes. However, now that you mention it…' Tyran straightened his posture in his seat as the chief leaned forward slightly in his chair.

'…any information you can get from her regarding Atlantis' weapons and defences may prove useful to our masters. I won't deny that the task will be challenging and probably futile, but…'

'I will learn all information I can my chief' Tyran finished. He waited patiently as the hall once again was filled with quiet snickers of the council members.

'I am glad we can trust you with such a task. Now go, do us proud Tyran' the chief finally said.

'Yes my Chief' replied Tyran as he got up from his chair.

'You will leave tomorrow. Report to Oran's lab for a check-up after your training. Dismissed'

Tyran bowed his head respectfully before he exited the room. Once he was out, he thought back to his assignment. He thought back to how angry he felt when the Chief described all that the humans had done to the galaxy. He thought of how happy he was when he discovered John Sheppard had died. He also remembered feeling annoyance shortly after because he had missed his chance to make the human male pay.

At least I can make the female pay…that might be more fun. He smirked as he thought of all the things he would do, all the things he could use to his advantage.

He reached his quarters and walked straight through to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the mirror and stared into it, not quite sure why or what he was doing.

Look at me he suddenly heard from no where. He looked around and shook his head after realising no one was there.

Probably just tired… Yet he could not seem to turn away from his reflection.

Look at me came the voice again.

Tyran moved closer to the mirror so he could study himself better, somehow knowing this is what the voice meant.

I look the same. Same green eyes, same uncontrollable hair…same boyish features. He smiled as he thought the last one to himself. The women love me for it.

You already have a woman; you already love someone came that voice again.

Tyran continued to stare into the mirror, a small tendril of fear slowly snaking its way across his features.

'Who are you?' he whispered to no one.

He waited a few minutes to hear a reply. When none came, he shook his head and turned on the tap to fill the sink.

'It's probably the medication. I'll talk to Oran tomorrow about it' he mumbled to himself.

Tyran finished up in the bathroom and made his way over to the bed. He decided to forgo taking his medicine, convinced that it was the cause for him hearing voices. Instead, he decided to do what he always did before bed; dwell on his dreams. Tyran had been getting strange dreams since the accident. Oran said it was merely his sub-conscious trying to make sense of certain events and that he should not ponder them too much. Even so, Tyran couldn't help but think there was much more to it. Usually the dreams entailed spaceships, a floating city and weird bullet-proof vests. But recently, they had been showing a woman. Who this person was, he did not know but he couldn't help but feel uneasy when he thought about her. He needed to remember. He knew he must, he knew she was real. But at the same time he knew it would put him or someone in danger if he found out.

These thoughts continued to circulate in his head until eventually he fell asleep, his dreams filled by with a curly brown haired woman and her bright green eyes.

Back in the hall with the council…

'You have done well Oran' praised the Chief as Oran stepped out from the shadows.

'Yes sir, but I cannot take all the credit. Mira helped me significantly' he smiled at the figure of the woman who followed close behind him.

The Chief nodded his acknowledgement of her presence before once again turning to Oran, this time lowering his voice.

'If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible is that clear?' he warned.

Oran silently reached behind to reassuringly hold Mira's hand.

'Yes sir' he replied as both he and Mira bowed their heads low, waiting to be told to raise them again.

The Chief studied them for a minute before dismissing them.

I hope for all our sakes you succeeded in wiping Sheppard's memory he thought to himself. If he ever regains it and finds out what we did…he'll kill us all.

Over to Atlantis…

'Hey Carson, what did you need?' asked Rodney as he cheerfully walked in the infirmary.

Ever since Woolsey had made his decision public, morale in the city had significantly increased. Everyone was working towards getting their two leaders back. McKay had been improving Atlantis' technology, making sure it was all working at its best. Teyla was offworld with Lorne's and various other teams, trying to gain allies and find information on the Ongarians. Ronon took Lorne's place as military leader and devised a plan with Woolsey that would be used if diplomatic methods failed, which Woolsey was pretty sure they would. Beckett had been running every scan he could think of on the remains of the clothes they had received. He had almost admitted defeat when one of the teams brought back some alien tech that enabled them to run at least a dozen new scans. Rodney had sent a team to install it which meant either Beckett had broken it already or he had fond something. Rodney was really hoping for the latter.

'Hi Rodney. This technology is fascinating. I've run so many scans and more can still be run. It's great for-'

'OK Carson, as much as I love this, I already know how it works and I'm kinda busy with the jumpers right now so if you don't-'

'Rodney. We found something. I've just ordered another scan to double check but I think we're onto something'. Beckett smiled as Rodney's face lit up.

'How do you mean 'found something' like what? Something big?'

'I mean ma friend, if the test comes back positive then there is a very good chance they are alive'. Rodney practically beamed.

'Doctor Beckett! It's a positive they're alive! THEY'RE ALIVE!' screamed a nurse as she ran up and practically threw the results at Beckett.

Rodney laughed as he threw an arm around a stunned but happy Beckett.

'I'll go tell Woolsey!' he said as he practically ran down the hall, leaving a room full of screaming nurses behind.

You lucky guy Sheppard thought Rodney as he darted inside the transporter. You're still out there with Elizabeth and we will bring you home.