A/N – just a meaningless fan-fic with some of my favourite Wraiths. Also note this isn't going to appear in my other Stargate story 'season 1' ect. Just a pure good-ie green-ie Wraith story.

[ ] - Wraith or telepathic talk

{ } – flashbacks or dreams

( ) – thoughts

Shawn sighed with heavy content as he stared into the vacuum of space through his quarter's window. Lately he had been feeling somewhat…empty and deprived of the things he enjoyed most, the finer things. His quarters were home to a mass collection of outer world objects and antiquities that he had been building up since he was a lowly sector lt. of one of his hive's lesser carriers.

At that time Shawn's duty was to oversee the cocooning of the humans after they were culled and transported over to his sector. Items and clothing were stripped of them and then they were put in place, ready to be delivered to whatever hives ship of his alliance that needed a boost in their food supply.

Shawn recalled the very first item that started off his collection. A fresh batch of humans were just being sent off after 'processing' and it was up to Shawn to dispose of the clothing and what not in the incinerator, whatever couldn't be used was burnt. Some of the clothes however were to be used by worshippers and spies; therefore each piece of material was inspected closely, the casual and slightly primitive along with elegant and well designed were kept aside, but clothing with too much damage or that was too unsuitable, such as children's clothes, were thrown into the fires. That was Shawn's day to day duty, filled with little surprises and virtually no signs of change.

Until one seemingly dull morning of work, as Shawn was performing his gruelling uninteresting task of throwing clothing into the flames something fell out of one of the pocks of a human's jacket. Shawn's eyes instantly lit up and his ears narrowed onto the sound that radiated off the object as it fell to the floor near his strong firm booted feet. It was small, roughly smaller than one's own palm, perfectly circular with a small length chain connecting to it. Its coloration was pure metallic gold that rivalled even Shawn's eyes.

Quickly Shawn scouted the area around, to see if anyone else heard to clank of the object's fall. But only he was there, all alone. Everyone else was still attending to their work without being distracted. Making sure he was in the clear Shawn slowly reached for the object. But he stopped him-self. He didn't even know what the object was, or what it could do. After a very straining mental battle between common sense and curiosity…curiosity won.

Cautiously his hand neared the object yet again until the cool smooth cover of its coating came into contact with the tips of fingers. Like a sculptor giving life to his creation, Shawn slowly ran his fingers over the circular object, tracing the basic shape of it. When he eventually reached the crowned at the top that linked to the chain he unknowingly applied just a hint of pressure. With a 'ting' the flat circular object opened in half. Revealing, what humans referred to as a watch, or small ticking clock.

Realisation hit him. It was a 'pocket watch', still ticking, keeping perfect time, by human standards. The technology within it, the working gears and cogs were some somewhat primitive to a Wraith such as him. Nothing of real interest…and yet, he couldn't part with it. The small trinket had captured his attention, as strange as it may be. Like a child, trying to avoid trouble while in the midst of trouble, Shawn glanced from one end of the disposal hall to the other and quickly slipped the same human device in-between the layers of his clothing.

(The human has no use of it now…) Shawn stated within his mind, actually to him-self, as if to assure him-self. The trinket stayed hidden while Shawn carried on with his duty, and once he was relieved he quickly marched his way to his quarters. Once in the secure privacy of his domain the Wraith proceed to admire the small pocket watch, with growing content.

Ah. But those were old days now. Nearly 378 years ago. Now he was one of the commanding officers. And though he had more access to material goods, he taste certain degree of taste had grown far too great. Only the finest silks now graced his bed, the finest wine and champagne; even if they only brought a moment's pleasure as he drank them. Due to that level of taste, Shawn rarely took worshippers. None shared his views on his collections. None were even remotely interested in what he could possibly offer them. And truthfully none caught his eye. Many of his fellow commanders often joked about Shawn's standards in worshippers. Either their hair was the wrong shade, their complexion was uneven, they were too skinny or plump in the wrong places. Shawn was shallow, and he comfortable to openly admit that. He would often say 'a Wraith must have standards'.

Looking back on those memories, Shawn couldn't help but smile.

It was because of his accursed standards that he now sat alone in his quarters, with nothing but a fainted ticking of 'his' pocket watch beside his bed breaking the maddening silence.

Then, a sudden thought popped into his evolved cranium. He was scheduled to visit the planet Olesia, a planet where the higher class humans supplied their lower class 'criminals' as 'offerings' in exchange for culling immunity. For many generations this had continued, allowing Shawn's hive to steady rate of food supply while other hives were battling with each-other for mere scraps left on planets. But lately, the supply on the island has decreased very disappointingly. Shawn was to visit the planet and 'lightly' remind the dear Magistrate the terms of their agreement, and the consequences of what was to happen if the terms were not met. Every visit was accompanied with a fine feast, with nothing left out, perfect for Shawn. The Magistrate would even offer exquisite gifts; just to be sure his own ass was covered. The cowardice behavior disgusted Shawn but the human really knew about the finer things in life. Well…his human life. Who knows what treats the Magistrate had in store for him? Especially if Shawn dropped in unexpected, giving the Magistrate absolutely no time to hide the top equality items of his own collection.

Oh what goodies await Shawn this time?

Shawn strolled down the hallway quickly, with his hands linked together behind his back keeping his composure visible. He had landed only minutes ago and was making his way to the Magistrate's office. Due to the many years of visiting Shawn knew the building like his own hive-ship. He was only a hallway away from the Magistrate's office and he was closing in rather quickly. Just out of precautions Shawn had two drones accompany him; one could never underestimate humans, especially when they're scared or panicked. In those states, they are somewhat reckless and in some cases dangerous…but those cases were rare.

Shawn was sure he wasn't to meet any resistances…from the Magistrate at least.

A faint tune, that grew forever louder met Shawn's ears in the hallways. At first he found it strange and annoying, but the more he heard it the more he craved it. He wanted to know the source of it, and he wanted to possess that source. It was coming from the Magistrate's office.

Silently Shawn closed in, ordering the drones telepathically to stay back as he entered the office. The Magistrate was sat facing away from the door at the long dinner table, no doubt enjoying another gourmet meal. While scanning the room Shawn found the source of the music. Keeping the Magistrate company during his meal was a young woman, playing a strange instrument made of wood and strings. Shawn remembered the Magistrate said he had a passion for music, violins especially. Perhaps what the young woman was playing was the famous violin he spoke of.

Shawn had to admit, the young woman was playing the instrument splendidly…well…to his knowledge she was playing it correctly. And Shawn couldn't help but stare as she played where she stood. He could see her perfectly. She had a long river of black hair, which complimented her pale skin. It was flawless. Almost as white as the dress she was wearing. Her figure was slim, yet curvy in the right places, breasts seem firm yet subtle, and the dress was giving her a very flattering cleavage. Only one thing was missing from the whole thing.

Her eyes. While she played her violin her eyes were closed, preventing Shawn from fully acknowledging her beauty.

(If she would just open her eyes…)

As the female played through the chorus of her melody her eyes semi flickered opened. Granting Shawn his wish and he was amazed.

They were the brightest shade of blue he'd ever seen. Instantly he was smitten. It took all his self control to restrain him-self not to tackle her so he could drag her off to his cruiser. He hissed at the thought. It brought amusing pleasure and distaining disgust. He was not some brute like the drones. He had manners. But a Wraith was a Wraith. He wasn't surprised when he saw the woman's face tense with fear. She had spotted him at the door, and was frozen in place, stopping the musical melody.

"Why have you stopped? I didn't tell you stop" the Magistrate snapped

But the woman stayed silent, keeping her eyes locked with Shawn's. It seemed she had never seen a Wraith so close in her life. The look on her face was very amusing to him. But the Magistrate's face was priceless. He craned his head around to see what the woman was staring at.

And when he saw Shawn at the door, he nearly leapt out of his skin.

"Greetings, my dear friend" Shawn smiled as he fully entered the office, closing the door behind him. Just to intimidate the humans a little bit more.

The Magistrate was poorly hiding his fear. His throat gulped the lump that had formed, allowing his voice to become available again.

"I wasn't expecting your visit…allow me to organize the usual" he nervously offered, dismissing the woman by a gesture of his hand.

But Shawn objected

"Let the woman stay…I do not intend to stay too long. I only came here to remind you of our small agreement…the last 'harvest' wasn't as plentiful as always. Some on my hive are going hungry"

Shawn sensed the growing tension in the Magistrate. It was expected. But most of his attention was focused on the woman. So full of life…his hand was itching to taste some of that life. But he resisted. For now.

"Forgive me… we are trying to preserve numbers, but this generations has been 'slow'"

"Obviously" Shawn growled at the human in competence. "But, this little incident can be forgiven…"

A small hint of hope flared in the Magistrate's eyes. "Name your price"

A full toothed grin spread across Shawn's face. And in wide strides Shawn approached the woman, placing his cool large hand upon her cheek in an 'affectionate' manner.

"This woman now belongs to me…"

A/N – alright, sorry this took so long, been really really busy and hopefully will be updated soon