This is my first fanfiction, please don't be too harsh with me. Many thanks to my wonderful beta night animal, who recently started to help me with this story. But as with everything this requires time and the main focus of correcting will be on the new chapters, so it will take a while until the early chapters are betaed. The moment you see Thank you night animal at the beginning of a chapter you know it contains less mistakes.

I also would like to thank redrider6612, who tried betaing this story but it did not work out between both of us.

Disclaimer: I don't owe Stargate Atlantis or the Wraith, but I wish I did.

This contains spoilers for nearly every episode Todd was in.

Chapter 1

Inner monolog of the Wraith in italics

He awoke to an unpleasant feeling, like his heart was pumping ice crystals through his blood vessels instead of warm blood. The closer he got to the world of consciousness the more the unpleasantness turned into pain, incredible pain. Everything hurt and movement seemed an unbearable agony, even such a simple thing as opening his eyes was impossible.

After what seemed like hours, or were it just mere minutes, it was difficult to tell, the pain eased, just a little. It was enough, though, for him to be able to force his eyelids open and realising that this place was definitely not where he had been stunned. …Stunned?! Now since when does a stunner cause this much pain? Something is wrong, very wrong indeed.

His vision was blurry, but he could make out that the dark room he was lying in was not of Wraith design. It was all cold and lifeless – all stone, and come to think of it, this place's stench insulted his nostrils. Slowly the pieces of his memory begun to reassemble:

I was on a mission….Yes that was it, I was on a mission to hunt down this traitor of a Wraith, this Lantean lover, who would let himself be imprisoned by those humans… Would ally with them ... How could a Wraith in his right mind consider working together with food? Well, the Replicators were a serious threat, but we are completely capable of dealing with those machines ourselves. We have done so before, we would have done it again, without the help of the Lanteans! But this Wraith seemed to be strange anyway; hey he was imprisoned before by even less evolved humans. What were they called again? Hmm…ah, yes - Genii. That Wraith must be an idiot. Imprisoned twice by humans in less than 100 years. That was quite an accomplishment in terms of stupidity. I never ever would have let a human humiliate me in such a way; I would have found a way to free myself very quickly. But then, maybe the Genii have burnt away his brain. And then this piece of filth dared to crash his hive into the cloning facility and kill my beloved queen. Even worse, that dirtbag had the impudence not to die with his hive but to take a dart and fly through the gate. What a coward. I was "honoured" with the mission to hunt down this piece of garbage and kill it. The running Wraith had decided to take refuge in the underbush of a creepy red leafed forest, full of thorns on some backwater planet, long deprived of human life. I was hunting him, had almost gotten him, but then unbelievably enough, this stupid human loving Wraith stunned me. Not such a fool after all then …

But how does this place relate to my mission?

Slowly he became aware of an additional stinging pain between his shoulders; some kind of thorn was piercing his skin there. Cursing the thorned forest, he reached for it and pulled it out. To his surprise the thorn turned out to be a crude weapon, a small feathered dart. As his vision cleared, he could see that the point was covered with some sticky substance. Poison? - That would explain the pain. He dropped the dart on the floor.

As the effects of the poison wore off, he picked himself up from the muddy floor to assess the situation. While doing so he immediately realised that he was on a different planet as the gravity was slightly stronger. The room seemed to be more carved out of stone than actually built, the only exit was barred by a door made of wood. The Wraith could not suppress a grin. Whoever brought him here could not possibly have imagined that this battered, rotten door could hold him, even though it was locked. He kicked it hard, just for the fun of it and to let off some steam. That poison stuff had really hurt. As expected the door was no barrier whatsoever and upon punching several times it splintered in all directions. One of the pieces got stuck in his thigh. He pulled it out and discovered that his regeneration abilities where not as strong as he would have liked them to be as the wound took some time to heal. The poison must have weakened me considerably. Whoever had the insolence to bring me here will serve me as a meal.

And with a big stride he went through the doorway, or to put it better he tried to get through the doorway, which resulted in an eruption of red light and a howl of pain on the Wraith's part. Slowly he extended his hand to the doorway again and was hit by another energy jolt. The air between the door frame and the corridor was separated by red ripples of energy.

Oh great, a force field… in a cave, behind a rotten wooden door, just great. The day gets better by every moment.

The Wraith inspected the door frame, this time being careful not to get too close, as he felt no need for more pain. The frame seemed to be ordinary stone with no sign from where or how the field was generated. This was just too much for one day and he screamed out his fury . As the last echos of his screams died, he found he felt slightly better. Now that his head felt clear again, the Wraith inspected the walls of his cell once more, just to make sure he had not overlooked anything.

As he examined the wall opposite the door he suddenly felt like he was being watched. Turning around quickly he saw two completely white eyes watching him. They were kind of mesmerizing and he found he had trouble pulling his eyes away to study the rest of his captor. The being on the other side of the force field seemed to have a normal face, completely black in colour, with a nose and a mouth, framed by long white hair, but apart from that it was the strangest thing he had ever seen. It was definitely not human or Wraith or anything else he had seen or heard of in his entire life. It seemed to draw all the light from its surroundings, making it difficult to tell were the being ended and the dark corridor started. He saw himself confronted with pitch-black featured by two white eyes staring at him. The Wraith stared back.

The black being started to grin, thereby exposing sharp white teeth. "So much defiance." Its voice was a hissing whisper, "you are going to be very entertaining." The grin was really nasty by now.

The Wraith growled in anger.

"Now, what will I call you? How about Fluffy?"

The prisoner could not hold back his fury any longer. "The moment I can lay hand on you I will make you suffer for your impudence" he spat at his captor.

"Oh, really?! That will be amusing," the grin got even broader exposing even more pointed teeth "You will make a good pet. I shall have lots of fun watching you suffer." Then the being dissolved into thin air, leaving a very irritated Wraith.

What kind of an insane creature was that?

TBC

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