So, this is my first fanfiction, like, ever, and I would appreciate reviews but just... don't be too harsh, okay?
What if Michael had been killed when he found out he was wraith? What if Carson had tried again, using a different specimen? Meet "Aimee", an ex-wraith who now believes she's truly human. She even has memories of Earth. Here's what happens…
Ch1:
Dr. Elizabeth Weir didn't like anything about this new idea of Carson's; and she'd said so on multiple occasions, but even with her doubts about his new project, she had to admit that if he succeeded this time, they would gain valuable information about the wraith.
If he succeeded.
"You have a go," Weir said, standing up, nodding to Carson. He nodded grimly back, and walked out of the meeting room, heading towards the infirmary to begin preparations.
"John, wait!" Weir called, jogging after Colonel John Sheppard, who paused and waited for her to catch up. "I do not want a repeat of Michael. I want you to supervise the project. If even the smallest thing goes wrong, I'm giving you permission to take care of that wraith."
Sheppard nodded, understanding that 'take care of' actually meant kill.
Dr. Carson Beckett had never had much of a chance to get up close to a wraith; but recently his luck had run out, starting with the Michael fiasco and now this. Carson wondered what had possessed him try the experiment over, to try and turn a wraith into a human. Maybe he wanted to prove himself again, he always hated it when he failed at something, especially when someone died in the process, even if they'd killed a few people, even if it was a wraith.
The small wraith child, who lay strapped onto the hospital bed, ready to be injected with the retrovirus, ignored everything that went on around her, not even struggling as Michael had. She stared straight ahead, her large, dark eyes emotionless, maroon hair hanging straight down her back in long waves. Her dress was stained from blood from where she'd cut herself in one of her many attempts to escape.
"Doc, you sure you want to do this?" Sheppard asked, and Carson looked up to where the Colonel sat in the observation room, safe behind thick glass.
"Aye, I'm pretty sure it will work this time," Carson replied, carefully inserting the needle into the wraith girl's arm, at the same time adding some sedative so she would soon slip into a deep sleep.
"Turn it on," he ordered the assistant who stood next to the strange looking machine one of the teams had brought back from a recent mission. Its purpose was to take memories from people's minds and put them in others, so that it seemed as if they were almost real. Many personnel from around Atlantis had volunteered (and had been persuaded…) to donate some of their memories to the project. McKay had altered it a bit, allowing memories to be meshed together, creating a virtual reality for the wraith. Carson hoped that introducing the wraith to what life was like back on earth on a much deeper and more personal level would help sway her towards their cause once she eventually found out what she really was.
In a minute the wraith's eyes started to flutter, and she drifted off into a deep, dream filled, sleep…
