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A/N- Waves like the crazy woman that she is Thank you Thank you LiLAqUaMaRiE, Shinigami04, and Amaruk Wolfheart of the Wraith! Cookies to my reviewers! Drum Roll And now for the second chapter!

Chapter 2

Michael stalked around the Hive ship, ready and quite able to suck the life out of any that crossed his path. He was seething. His anger was directed at one person.

Dr. Carson Beckett.

That stupid, stupid doctor that made him this way. Not to mention all the others that he turned into Changelings. Before it was just him who had to face the jeering of his peers. Now all who had valued their lives faced the same discrimination as well.

And it was his fault. If he hadn't helped the humans in the first place, they wouldn't be in this predicament.

Even more than that, he had lost his position. His hard earned position. He used to work in the Intelligence and Recon. The humans believed that the Wraith mind was a Hive mind. In truth, it was more like a collective, but even then it was so much more. Before Michael had changed, he had been one of the most powerful minds of the entire team. He was even able to slip in and out of the minds of weaker queens and not be detected. Many feared and respected him in awe.

Till he had been changed by that dammed Beckett. Now he was leered and laughed at. He was kicked out of the only thing he truly love to do. Many began to underestimate his mental powers, thinking that he was at a level equal to the Wraith warriors. In reality he could still melt most of their brains.

He stopped to find that he had walked himself to his lover's apartment. Ja'tent's mind voice spoke with a lite twinkle. Come in Michael He walked into his lover's apartment to see Ja'tent sprawled gracefully on the couch like a giant cat. His long white hair pooled around him, instead of being in its usual braid. His face was the normal hue blue of the Wraith, with no facial hair to speak of. Ja'tent sat up a little to give his lover some room. Michael sat next to him.

"What is on your mind, dear Michael? Hmmm?" He purred into Michael's ear. "Your thoughts… so guarded they are…" He wrapped around his lover in a snake like manner. "What do you want from me today, lover?" Ja'tent licked his lips in a suggestive manner.

Michael growled, grabbed Ja'tent's face, and kissed him hard. Michael picked up the lighter Wraith, never stopping their heated almost violent kiss, and carried his lover to his bedroom.

For a least on night, he would like to forget the deep, rich, brown eyes of Dr. Carson Beckett.

A/N2- Well what do you think eh? Ja'tent is fun to write for and NO he is not a Mary Sue. He has more on his mind than doing it with Michael. My spin on the Wraith sex life is that like the Athenians and their 'Greek Love', the lack of females makes most of the Wraith on the ship gay. Not to mention when you make love to the queen… Well let's just say that you don't make it out alive…

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NEXT TIME- Dancing and confessions in Beckett's office, and INVASION?