A/N: I would like to give Lymbis maaaany thanks for betaing this chapter! AND, if you didn't already, I recommend you to go and read her fan-fictions! NOW! (It's not an offer, it's an order!)

I would give Lymbis a "kladdkaka" (that's the Swedish word for the best chocolate cake EVER) if I could. But I don't think I can throw it that far.

Oh, I almost forgot, I made a cover for this one, you can find it here – (and this time I ORDER this thing to WORK)

(grr, can't make link work hatehatehate)

thank you Lymbis!

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1. Friend

He was stuck. Stranded. Goddamn deserted by the only one he would have trusted his life to. Angrily he put his fist into the trunk of the tree next to the stargate. He hated it. He hated everything. But most of all he hated himself. Not for trusting Diego, never for trusting Diego, just for being born at all. His fist ached as drops of dark blood escaped the small wounds before they healed.

"You bloody fool" he said venomously to himself. "You silly, disgustingly stupid fool." Then there was silence. The tree received some cold glares, before the wraith climbed the ladder to the tree hut. Even though the anger was gone, he still trembled. The anger was always gone too fast for him. This was one of the reasons the hive queen got pissed and threw him out in the first place. He slid down onto the floor of the hut. Everything was his fault, everything! "No one can live with someone like you, no one can love someone like you" the hated words echoed in his head. Then he remembered the blast of energy ripping through the air, throwing him to the ground. He had been unconscious for at least three hours. When he had regained the sight of the world again the stolen dart was gone. Diego was gone, but the photos remained with him in the hut. The thought awakened him and he reached for one of the photos, which was lying on the floor in a frame of glass. His gaze fell absently upon the face of the boy. Arachnidus remembered the old days. Diego when he was about ten years old, so happy to have his wraith back. He had been happy to have the boy back too, but it was dangerous. It was always dangerous. He didn't want his 'son' to be in danger. He would rather have left the orphan with his tribe so the other wraith would have no reason to go after the boy. Diego was his most sensitive spot, his Achilles heel. Arachnidus' brethren would love to hurt Diego just to torment the traitor of his family blood. To his blood brother, Cazche, honor was everything. This was not Arachnidus' way of thinking. After the years of torture and experiments he was more like, fuck honour and save yourself. Cazsche did not approve. Cazsche never really approved. His eyes watered and he tore his gaze from the photo. Fuck tears. Fuck being emotional. Fuck me!, he thought to himself. His soul ached with every word. His fingers lingered against his chest as the painful memories returned. He had given Diego a pendant. Arachnidus had made it himself. It was made of pure gold and had the wraith word for Friend etched onto it. I fear I gave you too much when I gave that to you he said to the photograph.

Diego had brokered a deal between his people and Arachnidus. Basically, Arachnidus would eat those who violated the rules. He had stayed for one year before deciding to move on. His brother was never far behind. So he told the village that he had to go. He gave the pendant to Diego, hoping the boy would not mourn. He had been so wrong. After days of travelling; the boy, who had been hiding in the vehicle, announced he was hungry. Arachnidus smiled at the bare memory, he had been so happy and so mad all at the same time! And so, Diego had become kind of a son to him. The only one alive he'd ever trust and the only one able to hurt him this much.