The first time I saw him I swear to god my heart stopped, just for a second, anyway. I mean I'm not dead so you have to get that it's a metaphor.
Now I'm not one of those swooning-types, I'm a Marine, and a damn good one too, but I swear, just for that second--I was a girl. But don't tell anyone. I'd hate to have to kill you. And I could too, like I said, I'm damn good at my job.
We didn't know who he was then, he was supposedly a Lieutenant who'd just transferred from the Earth SG program, and we knew his name was Michael. Lieutenant Michael Kenmore. He'd been involved in an incident off world, captured by the Wraith until SGA-1 rescued him. They're good at that kind of thing. Now, you might be thinking, how is it that none of us regular folk didn't realize we were getting the wool pulled over our eyes, but you have to understand: it's not like there's a cork board in the mess hall with all of the missions posted on them. Sheppard vouched for him and so did Wier, that's all that it really took.
It's amazing how stupid we really are, it takes something like this to realize exactly what a military training will get you: our superiors said it was so and we believed them. Just like sheep--figures that the CO was named Sheppard. Bloody figures.
I was assigned to watch him, told that they didn't know what the Wraith had done to him, but whatever it was, it wasn't nice and it may have repercussions. So me and ol' Vinnie Masters were up to plate, so to say. Watch him, make sure he took his medicine and stayed out of trouble like a good boy.
Damn, I'm an idiot. Always falling for the wrong man…but how was I supposed to know that he was a Wraith?