Okay, so in one of my various, strange, and slightly concerning daydreams, i came up with this. I haven't got many plans for it, only a sketch. But, with any luck, it should be fairly-okay like. And just to avoid getting sued- NO! I do not own Stargate Atlantis. All rights go to whoever does. Although, if I did own it, there would be way more seasons, way more Todd, Michael wouldn't have died and Teyla would have gotten with Sheppard. Oh, and a movie. There would have been a totally kick-ass movie.

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1

The Commander walked undisturbed through the halls. No one stopped to talk to him, there was no need to. You only spoke to him if you really had to, it was common knowledge on the hive he did not like being disturbed. It was a common misconception among humans, even the more educated ones, that all wraith merely lived to serve their queens. Perhaps for a few, yes, but usually they all wanted just one thing , a desire shared by all wraith- the need to survive. Most served their queens devotedly because she had the power to ensure that survival, hence the need to gain her approval. You displease your queen and your life was doomed to be a short one.

Which is why the Commander had opened his newest project. He stopped suddenly, but purposefully, and checked that no one was watching him. There wasn't. He stepped into the room before him, that was empty apart from a single wraith. The wraith had long, straight white hair, and a small spiral tattoo by his left eye.

"Commander," he greeted with a small respectful bow. "You wished to see me?".

The Commander watched his head-scientist, analyzing his movements and reactions. "You came unfollowed?".

The scientist nodded. "Good. Is the subject secure?".

The scientist nodded again. "Yes. The subject has been restrained and is currently held in my research laboratory. I have two guards stationed outside, ordered to not allow access to anyone but myself.".

The Commander's stare hardened.

"And you of course, Commander." the scientist added hastily.

"Good. I will expect updates of your progress at regular intervals. That is all."

At that, the Commander turned and walked away, leaving the scientist alone in the room. He stood there for a moment, wondering if that went well or not, deciding if that the best move would just be to continue. He walked out and headed straight to his lab.

He, like his superior was undisturbed. This was not uncommon for him either. Inter-wraith communication between scientists was rare between 'projects'. Professional pride and jealousy was the main reason for this. When everyone wanted to please their queen, paranoia was a strong feeling. Scientists kept to themselves and to their research. You worked to protect your glory as you wanted it to be yours alone.

He reached his lab quickly, and walked past the guards unchallenged. The lab itself was dark and empty, holding just one monitor and a few tables. All of these were up against the walls, except one which sat in the Centre. Due to it being dark, the table was nothing more than a vague outline, as was the 'subject' strapped upon it.

The scientist stepped closer to look at the figure before him and smiled as it glared up at him, bright eyes reflecting the small amount of light the screen gave. It was a young woman dressed in black, torn, long sleeved bodice top and tight black trousers. Laced up to her knees were small-heeled boots. Her eyes were amber, blazing with defiance and her rose lips stood out on her pale skin, which contrasted with the black streaks in her otherwise white hair. Hair that, should she have been upright, would have fallen straightly down to her lower back.

"Hows my subject?" the wraith asked silkily, reaching out to trace a line from her shoulder to her wrist, which was bleeding slightly from where she had struggled. Her blood looked black in the dim light.

"Still fighting?" he asked, running his hand over the metal holding her down. "Good. It will make this all the more... enjoyable."

She said nothing and looked away, causing the wraith to smile.

"Although," he said quietly "this defiance will not last."

He moved suddenly away to another table, and spent a moment quietly choosing from the various surgery blades before him. He decided on a smaller one, with a thin blade and a jagged serrated edge. The scientist then held it so light from the screen glinted off the blade dramatically, and he smiled, knowing she was watching. The wraith's voice was sarcastic.

"I apologies for its crude appearance, but I can assure you my tools are quite effective."

The woman didn't respond, merely watched as he leaned over her. He smirked.

"Shall we begin?"

The scientist looked at the DNA analysis on the monitor in front of him. Incredible. His subject was sleeping, a strand of white hair falling and rising on her cheeks she breathed. He had had to stun her after the first stages of research had been completed. After the initial phases, the surgery needed to be a lot more precise, and her thrashing wasn't helping matters.

She moaned stirring back into consciousness.

The wraith smiled as he turned. "It would seem your... condition makes you quite resilient. The stunners effects wear off quicker than I had anticipated. Though this does not effect my plans for you."

She suprised him then.

"And what would they be?"

He looked at her stunned. She had never spoken before this moment, only hints of her voice were heard through gasps of pain. The wraith walked over to her.

"So you can talk. I was beginning to think you were incapable of speech."

Her eyes narrowed. "Hardly. But you're avoiding my question, and it would be wise to answer."

"Oh, really. And why is that? I fail to see how you will have you revenge given your current..." he paused to tap her wrist restraints "..position".

He couldn't deny he had expected her to sound different. He was suprised. Pleasantly so. After so many years of nothing but the gravelly voices of his fellow wraith and the agonized screams from those he fed upon, her's was a rare treat. Her voice was what he could only describe as rough silk, and the harsh tone of her words was like fire to listen to. It was impressive she could sound so fierce and imposing when she was clearly at the disadvantage.

She laughed with no humor."But I will be free."

He moved back to the monitor.

"Then why concern yourself with what I have in mind for you?" he didn't bother hiding his amusement.

She focused on the ceiling. "Curiosity."

"After I have completed my research you will be removed from my possession, and your fate will be my Queen's to decide." He frowned, sounding slightly irritated. "No doubt the Commander will ask to keep you, he appeared to show an interest in you during his inspections."

"Inspections? What inspections?"

"You were unconscious."

"And what did he learn?"

A voice sounded from the doorway.

"That this project is worth continuing."

The Commander walked forward, tilting his head slightly so that his dreadlocks fell more on one side. "How are you feeling?"

She didn't respond immediately.

"...A little happier now that I've seen you."

An amused but shocked smile tugged at the Commander's mouth. "Oh? And why is that?"

"Because now I know what you look like, I can hunt you down later."

The Commander laughed again before walking over. "You must hunger by now."

She didn't answer. He leaned down so their noses were only four inches apart. "I'll take that as a yes. Guards."

Two wraith in bone masks entered, and the Commander turned to the scientist who nodded and pressed a few buttons on his control panel. The restraints opened, but before she could move, the metal was replaced by the two guard's hands.

Once again the Commander's face loomed above her.

"One condition."

She waited.

"What are you called?"

She frowned. "Sorry?"

"Your name." He smirked. "You do have one?"

She looked away. "I do."

"Please share."

"For what purpose?" She glared up at him, amber eyes burning. "How could it possibly help your research? And I use the term loosely."

"No scientific purpose. I just assumed you would like to do something about that hunger." He turned his back on her. "But clearly that isn't the case." He began to walk away.

"Alyxendria!" she burst out, looking at him with a mixture of pleading and hatred. "Alyxendria..."

He looked back over his shoulder. "Was that so difficult?". He turned to the scientist. "Take her." he left.

The scientist watched him leave and then looked at Alyxendria. he turned to the door. "Bring her." he commanded the guards.

They walked through the corridors, and Alyx, as she was called by those few who knew her well, tried to take in as many details as possible. When she had been first captured she had been strong, strong enough to escape. But after the experiments she had been subjected to during her imprisonment, she was weak. Otherwise the guards holding her arms would already be dead. Alyx wasn't a fool, she knew why she was here, and she knew where she was going. That doesn't mean she liked it, she never did.

After a few moments of being continually stared at by those unaware, Alyx spoke to her tormentor. "Why all the tension? There weren't this many soldiers when I was brought in, why the sudden increase in muscle?"

She raised her eyebrows. "This isn't all because of my threats to you and your Commander, is it?"

"No," replied the scientist. "It's because of them." He indicated the cell they were going to walk the past at the end of the corridor.

Alyx looked to see a group of people behind bars, watching them intently. One in particular. He had short black hair, and was wearing some kind of military uniform. He came up to the bars as they passed, ignoring the wraith to look at Alyx.

"And who might you be?" Alyx watched him, and after no reply, he tried again. "Uh, well, my name's Sheppard. John Sheppard."

Alyx looked at him, unsure how to react.

"I'm another prisoner." and then the guards dragged her after the scientist.

She stole one more look at him before she disappeared.

His voice followed her.

"If I can help it, not for much longer."

Okay, what do we think? Read and review people, please! At the risk of sounding desparate, PLEASE REVIEW! *Ahem* So, yeah. Again, I have only a really rough idea where I want to go with this. THANKS FOR READING! Oh, and REVIEW! PLEASE!