Title: Shadow Fallen

Author: Amie (AKA xdesolatedxsoulx, or feral geek)

Rating: Pg-13

Warning: Original Character, swearing, physical violence and thoughts.

Disclaimer: Zhara is my character, however the Wraith in general, and all of Stargate Atlantis belong to MGM and Gekko.

Summary: Steve's daughter happens across the flag team of Atlantis, stuff ensues.
A/N: I suppose you can call it a gift fic, I had the idea hanging out in my head for a while, inspired by a cartoon I did. One of my lovely dA friends gave me enough of a prodding to actually write the thing. I hope it is enjoyed!
Please, review.
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A slight shift in scenery.
The entire world, or what they saw of it, looked like one of those Lisa Frank paintings that decorated so many Earth children's school folders; hot and wet with dense vegetation painted in colors so vivid it was sickening.

The air was muggy and reeked of tropical flowers, in itself disgusting enough, but then laced with the underlying taint of decay.

As a whole, it was so oppressive that even McKay kept his mouth shut, so the only sounds left were the low hum of insects, and of booted feet on rotting leaves.

A parody of your typical rainforest.

Guns were held at the ready, and the team moved in unison, each person pointed outwards, watchful.
Something did not feel right.
And nothing was.
Aside from the bugs and the sounds the team made there was nothing.
No birds or animals in the brush.

It was Teyla that made them finally stop, halting the team with a raised arm, the usually serene expression gone from her face.
In hushed tones, she spoke the single word none of them wanted to hear; "Wraith."

Mutely they all looked at one another, and with a slight nod from Sheppard, they slowly gravitated outward, scanning the surrounding forest as they moved, every few minutes looking back to make sure they were all still together.

They spotted the small group of Wraith at once, and the Wraith seemed to notice them at the same moment.
Six drones and one leader, a young looking female dressed in black.
At the sight of the Lanteans, her face seemed to contort into a mask of pure hatred as she rushed the closest to her, Teyla.
The others had to look away, occupied as the drones followed their leader.
They were surprisingly easy to dispatch, and for a moment Sheppard was able to turn back to Teyla, who was about to fire on her attacker, and yell "Take this one alive."

They all knew why.

The retrovirus didn't work on Wraith females for some reason, and Beckett didn't have samples to work on to see if he could change the virus to affect them as well.
Taking this one alive, could change that.

In response he got a nod, and in a slight lull in their fight, Teyla grasped one of the long branches that lay on the ground.
The wood was slick and longer than she would have liked, but it was springy and wouldn't break when it struck her opponent.

The pair almost danced, moving in circles around one another, oblivious to the fighting around them as they traded blows.
The Wraith was already at a disadvantage, limping slightly, the wood had slammed into her ankle, nearly sweeping her off her feet.
However she refused to give up so easily, and moved in for another attack, seeing an opening.

It was a trap.

Once she was in range, the stick whipped up, striking the side of her skull, a cry of outrage escaping her lips as a wave of red engulfed her and she fell to the ground.

In relative silence Ronon placed his gun back in its holster, and looked over at Sheppard, "It was on stun" was all he said as they lifted their prisoner and carried her back to the gate.

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Hours later and they were safe in Atlantis, de-briefed and with their new...friend...firmly ensconced in the brig, when Doctor Beckett called them, along with Doctor Weir, down to the infirmary.

When they were all assembled near his workstation, Carson turned to look at them, a rather odd expression on his face, excitement mingled with worry.

He wasted no time in getting to the point, "I discovered something interesting while I was comparing the DNA samples of the female with some of our older samples."
Carson turned slightly, motioning to the computer behind him, connected to a projection screen so the assembled people could better view his discovery.

Hovering on the screen was a set of DNA samples, one above the other.
For the most part, the group wondered what they were supposed to be looking for, but Rodney seemed to notice something, leaning closer as though standing closer to the projection would cause the answer to magically appear.

Atlantis' lead scientist looked like he was about to say something, but Carson beat him to it, gesturing to certain sections of the projected DNA, "There are a number of striking similarities between the new samples, and the samples belonging to the Wraith you named Steve."
The last bit of that statement was clearly directed towards Colonel Sheppard, who nodded slightly, waiting for the other to get on with it.
Which he did, glancing back to the projection as he spoke, Carson shrugged slightly, "Just looking at their DNA, I would say the two of them were very closely related, possibly parent and child...but I would run a paternity test, just to be certain, but I don't have those materials at the moment."

If any of them wondered how this information was important, they kept silent, waiting as the good doctor continued, "We already know that the Wraith have a surprising lack of females in their numbers, the fact that we have her might be an incentive for them to attack again."

Here John stepped in, "Not to mention the fact that we already took what may have been a high ranking member of their Hive..."

"Exactly" was Carson's reply, "We do know that they can't communicate mentally over such a distance, but it is possible that they sent some form of communication back to the Hive to report their distress."

Elizabeth nodded, "Better safe then sorry" she said almost absently, causing Carson to nod in return, "Aye, without the ZPM we need to make sure we're prepared for even the slightest possibility of an attack."

With that in mind, the group went their separate ways.

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A few hours later, and it hadn't been confirmed that the new Wraith was indeed Steve's daughter, but if popular opinion was fact, then she was.

At the moment, she was fully alert, but with a throbbing sensation in her skull.
Their healing ability was not wasted on aches and pains, and Zhara had the feeling that her head would be sore for the next few days.

She rested her head in her hands as the door slid open and flooded the room with light for a moment, causing her to blink up at the newcomer.

A human male.
Her lip curled slightly as she studied him from her seat on the floor, a soldier, judging by the cut and coloring of his clothing, with maddeningly unkempt black hair and hazel eyes.

Zhara snorted softly and looked away.

Lanteans.

For the most part, she ignored him as he spoke to her, but her head turned back when he asked her name.
They may imprison her body, but she would never let them have her name, her soul.
The very essence of what she was.

Instead, her lips parted in a wide, wicked looking grin as she stood, and strode still limping, over to the bars of her prison.
In a low voice, Zhara repeated the words she had heard her father say many times to an enemy before he ended their life, "I, am your death."

The human blinked, as though he had heard this before, and simply offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "I prefer...Sarah, do you mind if I call you Sarah?"

-TBC-