-1Maneater: A Stargate Atlantis & Torchwood Crossover
Summary: Jack Harkness has faced down many aliens, and has died countless times doing so. But how the hell can you win against a Wraith? Especially when you keep coming back from the dead.
Rating: T
Dedication: To an extremely horrible anonymous person who posted their opinions, which no-one wanted to read anyway. You know who you are: your rudeness inspired this story, and I do know what I'm writing about now…
Taglines:
Torchwood: The 21st century is when it all changes
Stargate Atlantis: A new gate will open. A lost city will rise again.
Prologue:
Date: 3 Days Ago.
Location: Pegasus Galaxy, by an inactive way station created by the Ancients, near an almost unknown rift in time.
The Wraith male bowed low as the Wraith Queen stepped onto the bridge, her black leather skirts swinging as she walked. Her onyx eyes scanned the other Wraith in the room, the slave-like guards, and more intelligent but still expendable Wraith pilots, and the caretakers of the others. She swirled around, her boots clicking against the icy surface of the floor, her black streaked silver hair elaborately braided. She sat down in her appropriate place, the commanders chair. It had taken her two-hundred years to discover that curious anomaly near the abandoned ancient outpost. And now, all she had to do was wait for someone on the other end of the rift to activate it.
"My Queen, the scanners are picking up rift activity. It will be opening soon." She glanced at her Wraith captain over the consul and bared her teeth in a small smile. Finally, they would leave this galaxy that was overpopulated by her own kind, and go to a new feeding ground. It had been so long since there had been enough food.
"The rift is beginning to open." Her eyes reflected the red lights from the bridge, and the readings on the translucent screen began to escalate in size. "Take us through…" The ship made a swift turn in its proper course, and in a strange yellow haze, flashed through a small crack in the fabric of time and space. And then, the rift closed, leaving nothing behind but empty stars and planets devoid of life in a cold, unfeeling, harsh galaxy.