This fic is has not been read by a beta, so please excuse any mistakes. Some words are purposely misspelled to mimic the southern dialect. Constructive criticism is welcome.

The year is 2013 and despite the denials of the world governments, the citizens of Earth unfortunately discovered the existence of alien life via a culling of the planet by three wraith hives. The IOA and world militaries were able to destroy these hives, but thousands of wraith were able to escape and are currently hiding out everywhere, causing groups of wraith hunters to band together.

I don't own SGA or any of its characters.

Chapter One: Fatal Attraction

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Summers in the southeast were ruthless. With the surrounding air hot and humid, it took years for one to become adjusted to the climate. And even then, the strongest of men would gasp and choke back a cough as he left the air-conditioned sanctuary of his home to walk outside as the heat hits his body like a brick wall.

Bubba hated the bad weather that had kept the region in a drought for a few weeks, but he had no choice but to work outside in it. He had to do something to put food on the table for his family.

"Bubba, hand me that there wrench."

"Where it at?"

"Over in the garage. It should be on the counter." says a scraggly thin, old man hidden behind the hood of his truck. That old piece of junk was always breaking down, but it was all that Bill down the road could afford at the moment. He would try his best to help repair his old friend's truck.

"Fine, I'll go get it real quick, jus' hold on." Bubba replied.

Bubba had been working at Tim's shop for about two years. He hoped to get enough experience to start his own mechanic shop in the future. The garage was a ways away, so he stopped to wipe the beads of sweat forming on his forehead with the dirty, oil rag in his overalls.

"Damn gnats." He spat out as a few buzzed around his face. While he swatted some of them away, he was sure he spotted movement in the trees from the corner of his eye.

"The hell?" he mumbled. He was sure that there was something definitely near. Not only did he think he saw something, but he distinctly heard the rustle of the pine needles in the tree. Heck, some of the needles even fell down and flittered down from the plant and to the ground.

"Dang it, Bubba, hurry up! I need to fix this before rush hour!"

Rolling his eyes, Bubba ignored the strange rustling and continued his trek. He almost reached his destination before he heard a loud growling behind him. The sound was angry and definitely inhuman. Eyes open wide, Bubba was pushed into the dry, dusty ground before he could react. Something knelt on his back and held his arms down to prevent his escape. Bubba quickly lifted his head to yell out to his boss.

"Tim! Help! Somethin' done got me! It tryin' to kill me!"

Tim, hearing his employee, dropped the oil dipstick he was holding and rushed to his own nearby truck to grab his pistol from the back. He knew that whatever animal was attacking Bubba had to be very foolish to do so while it was still bright out.

"Hold on!" he yelled as he loaded the weapon and ran towards the garage. What he saw shook him in his boots.

It was one of those aliens that the damn government brought to the planet. It was struggling to keep Bubba down and hissing like a pure demon as he kicked wildly to escape from his grip.

Bubba could turn his head to see that Tim arrived and was aiming at the creature. The alien could see it too, as he paused and stared at the thin man, as if daring him to do it. Tim's finger pulled the trigger, but by that time, the alien jumped off of young Bubba and headed back into the woods.

"Come back 'ere you bastard!" Tim hollered as he shot into the forest, hoping that one of the bullets would at least graze the creature. But it was too late, it was gone.

"Oh, God, Tim. Thanks." Bubba got up quickly and brushed some of the dirt off of his clothes.

The young man seemed genuinely frightened, as he should have been. If Tim wasn't there, he would have been another victim of one of the stray wraith that still haunted the area.

"Go in the store and get some water out of the fridge," Tim said as he looked at Bubba with pity and pulled out his cell phone, "I'll call the police department."