Note: I don't own anything in this story that is involved with Stargate: Atlantis. My original characters in this story are based on real people.

Location: Atlantis Infirmary

I woke up suddenly from the glaring light of the lights. I was in a hospital bed. But I had no memory of I had got there. Dr. Carson Becket walked into the infirmary, radio in hand. I propped myself up, hoping for an answer from Becket of how I had gotten here. The doctor said to me,

"You shouldn't have brought to Atlantis, Sylvie."

I was confused. I had no memory of the past twenty-four hours. Why was Becket scolding me for something I couldn't remember?

"Wait, what happened?" I asked, a ball chain hitting my chest. "Did something bad happen when I was unconscious?"

But Becket stayed silent. He turned to the side and I saw a giant blob. The blob was consuming the whole infirmary. I gasped, in fear of getting swallowed up by this enigmatic, gray-green blob. I called out to Dr. Becket but he disappeared into thin air. And so did I.

Location: Butte, Montana

I looked around. I was on the main street of the town I had been raised in by my grandmother. The wind blew and I brushed my arm to pull back a piece of stubborn brown hair. My fingers brushed up against an Asgard beaming device that was strapped to my arm. This would explain how I had been teleported from Atlantis to Earth. But wait, how was that possible? The beaming devices couldn't teleport that far away, or could it? I felt the crunchy, dry wild grass under my toes; I wasn't wearing shoes and was still in the stark-white hospital gown. I had no clue what was going on. What would my commanding officer, Colonel John Sheppard think when I'm not found in Atlantis at all? At least I knew where I was, if I was right my grandmother's house was just at the end of Main Street. I jogged there. My grandmother's house was just as I had remembered it. I had been away at Atlantis for the past eighteen months. Every once in awhile I thought back to my grandmother and often wondered how she was doing.

I walked down my grandmother's pathway, recalling memories of doodling pictures on the cement with chalk, next to my twin. The sun was setting, making the air cooler in the summer's evening. I turned around to see my twin sister Cheyenne (who was also in the Air Force with me) standing there along side with Captain Dawson Meades and Major Skylar Kane. Dawson and Skylar were my teammates in my squad. Cheyenne specialized in engineering and mostly stayed on the Atlantis base where she was safe. I on the other hand was always off world and was in constant life-danger. But what surprised me most was that Cheyenne, Dawson, and Skylar were at Atlantis.

Did they get transported here unsuspectingly as I did?

I was about to ask Cheyenne why she was here too when she pushed me into our grandmother's hedges. I looked from the hedges to see a sight that immediately sent chills up my spine. I turned to Cheyenne while holding myself back from gasping in surprised horror. Cheyenne held her finger to her cherry-red lips and mimed,

"Shh!"

I could feel my heart pounding in fear. Towering near us was a group of Wraith.

Seven Wraiths.

Oh snap.

One of the Wraiths, presumably the leader, sniffed something in the air.

Please . . . not us . . . not us . . .

It looked like the Wraith was looking for something by scent. It felt like hours before that Wraith shook his head and turned to the group of Wraith. They said something that was said to quietly to hear. The Wraith split into two groups: a group of three and a group of four. Group of Three went west while Group of Four went east. They split apart at the end of the street corner. Cheyenne, Dawson, Skylar, and I breathed in relief. But only for a short moment. We had a problem. A BIG problem. Somehow these Wraiths managed to slip past our defenses and landed on Earth.

One by one we stumbled out of the bushes. The Wraith was supposed to stay in the Pegasus Galaxy, not on Earth in Montana near my grandmother's house. We congregated on the steps of my grandmother's porch, analyzing our situation. I wanted to know why these select people were here with me.

"Why are you all here?" I asked.

Skylar paced around like he always did before he gave his answers.

"To kill those Wraith Hampson," said Skylar, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Hampson. Sylvie Hampson. My name.

Hampson. Cheyenne Hampson. My twin sister.

Meades. Dawson Meades.

Kane. Skylar Kane.

My teammates in my squad.

All of these people were connected to me in some way or another. Why? Why them?

I was totally mind-blown. How could two nineteen year olds, a twenty one year old, and an eighteen year old take down seven Wraiths. Without the proper weapons and equipment. Oh yeah, we were built up for massacre by the Wraith.

"Kill?" I said unbelievably.

"Yes," said Dawson. "It's not impossible to kill Wraith. You just need high firepower."

That was Dawson, incredibly smart but hopelessly naive about everything.

"Come on Mousie it will be really simple," said Cheyenne, using my childhood nickname.

I felt Skylar smirk behind me.

"All right," I agreed. "But we don't have any weapons."

Cheyenne and Skylar pointed to the hedges. I raised my eyebrows. Skylar reached down to pull a Wraith gun.

"How did you get that?" I asked.

Skylar shrugged. "Well there was originally eight Wraith."

The deceased Wraith's gun was shaped a lot like Ronon's but twenty times bigger. Even though Skylat and I were teammates, I never really trusted him with a weapon of any kind, but today I did. Cheyenne placed another Wraith gun into my unsuspecting hands. I didn't question where she got it. I looked up from the weapon to see that Cheyenne and Dawson had Wraith guns too, but Skylar's was the biggest.

"We need a plan," I said.

A voice behind me agreed,

"Yes we do."

It was Colonel John Sheppard.