Wolf finally released me when food was delivered. A birdman placed a small bowl and cup through an opening at the bottom of the energy screen. Wolf slid around me, loping quickly to the food. He took it to the small table in the corner and started to eat. I watched with hungry eyes. Wolf's eyes flicked up to mine, his silver hair wild. He paused. He looked down at the food, then back at me.

Wolf reached for the cup. I slid off the bed and padded towards him, eyes latched to the liquid. He held it out towards me, and I came closer, not daring to take it from him. Setting down the cup, he waited patiently. I looked from him to the food and back again. Wolf looked almost confused as I sat in his lap, carefully positioning myself. I reached for the bowl of gritty looking food. Wolf's hand around my wrist stopped me. The claw marks I had made on his arm were deeper than I thought. I froze, alarmed. This was all I had to trade with, if he didn't let me eat… I could not survive. I looked back at him, squirming gently, hoping he would accept. His eyes flashed with something, something I couldn't identify.

He had me turn and face him, my legs around his hips. He leaned forward and picked up the bowl. He handed to me. As I ate, his hands held me steady. He accepted my trade. His bargain was simple. I fed him half of the food, and he took me from the front instead of Hawk's way. It was a fair trade.

After we had finished, there was a little water left in the cup. Wolf took a piece of the bedclothes and dampened it. Wiping it over his face, he removed the accumulated sweat and grime. He paused, looking at me. He handed me the damp cloth. I was surprised, not that he wanted me clean, but that he didn't do it himself. I wiped off my face quickly and returned the rag.

The young man said something then. A word that sounded like 'child'. I had heard him say that earlier. I wondered what he was talking about. Wolf responded quietly. 'Judged'? I looked at him, confused. Wolf looked at me, face calculating. He pointed at himself and said child. I shook my head, confused. I made the sign the young man had made for baby. Wolf shook his head, confused. He said something to the young man. Then he pointed towards the man's voice and said judged. Then he pointed to me, head tilted in question.

I was confused for a moment more, then I realized. Names! They wanted my name. I pointed at myself.

"Mayva." I said quietly. Wolf smiled, a thin lipped grimace. I pointed at the wall and said, "Daniel?" He nodded. I pointed at him. "Jack?" I spat out, disturbed. He looked confused at my tone, but nodded. I shook my head. "Lobo." I said, pointing at him. He raised a scared eyebrow and I heard Daniel laugh. He said something that made Wolf grimace again. Wolf nodded.

"Lobo." he said, nodding. I nodded. He pointed at me. "May?" he asked. I frowned, but nodded. Bitterness; that was a good name for me. That settled, I watched with interest as Wolf started exercising. He moved smoothly, his body toned and able. After exercising, he started a series of stylized moves. One high kick particularly impressed me. I stood and tried to imitate his movements. He looked over at me and slowed, showing me every step. Together, we completed his exercises.

The next several days passed similarly. Daniel taught me some of his language and he learned some of mine. Even Teal'c spoke to me, though only twice. Hawk let me be. I was much surprised. Even Wolf did not demand much, only accepting when I initiated. He still scared me, though. I could see in his eyes… Something about his captivity had snapped a fragile line. Every day he paced less. That worried me. I knew he was no calmer, he just held in the anger. He would soon explode.

I tried to relieve some of the stress, asking him to teach me whatever he was willing to teach. We did not speak, I was not necessary. He taught me how to defend myself, how to escape from a man's grip, how to use my weight to my advantage. As he taught, his eyes were cold, calculating, and venomous.

On the sixth day, Hawk came for me. Wolf was exercising; I was still asleep. I awoke to cries of anger. Eyes wide, I saw Wolf writhing on the floor, Hawk pointing a weapon at him. I cried out, rushing to Wolf's side. His eyes squinted painfully up at me. My hand caressed his face, trying to see how badly he was hurt. His eyes widened in anger as Hawk grabbed my arm. I started to break his grip, but Wolf shook his head, glancing at the weapon. I nodded and stopped fighting.

I saw Wolf struggling to rise as Hawk took me from the cells. I was taken back to the labs. This time, I could tell something different was going on. The scientists seemed pleased. More tests were run, and then they gave me a series of shots. The long needles left bruises on my abdomen, and I was crying when they were finally finished. They said something to Hawk. He shook his head and looked disgusted. Then, with a smirk, he looked over at me. He asked the scientists something. They looked at each other and shrugged, nodding. Hawk looked pleased.

Worried, I could do no more than whimper as Hawk dragged me into the hallway. I was feeling slightly ill as Hawk returned me to Wolf. Wolf looked up in surprise when we returned. Hawk deposited me in Wolf's cell and left. I stood shakily for a moment before stumbling to the bed. Wolf's cold fingers danced over the bruises, looking curiously up at me. I shrugged and mimed long needles. He winced in sympathy. Then a wave of sickness swam over me. I must have paled, because Wolf immediately brought over an empty bucket. I threw up what little was in my stomach, but kept vomiting until my body was shaking with exhaustion.

Wolf ran a damp rag over my forehead, muttering nonsensical words. Exhausted, I finally fell into a troubled sleep.