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Bound to Happen – Chapter 10

Test Subject Dr. Rodney McKay

Rodney felt darkness surround him wholly. The darkness ate at him, and drowned his thoughts leaving only his fear. He felt like he was having a nightmare and was unable to wake up. Trapped within the confines of his own mind. After what seemed like hours, he felt his body being laid down and another prick into his arm.

When next he awoke from what he could deduce, the metal his back was pressed to was cold, and stank of anti-septic. That was when he realized his clothes were mysteriously missing.

Straining against the tight metal straps holding him to the table, he felt his leg hair catch as he struggled against the restraints. As his initial shock wore off, he forced his dry eyes open. For lack of a better word the image he was met with was a mess of colors and blurry shapes.

It rather reminded him of some modern art painting, which he still had yet to understand, but anything unscientific to him, aside from food, was a waste of his time.

Shivering, he tried to forget the lack of clothes for the more pressing matters at hand…getting out of there. Where ever there was. He rolled his head side to side as he tried to shake off the drowsiness. It was then a rush of cold air flowed over his body, as somewhere behind him an electronic door opened with a beep and a whoosh.

It wasn't so much the room was cold but rather that it had a low humidity that allowed the rolling whoosh of air to feel ten times colder than it actually was.

When he had the chance he began to look around for the door that had opened only to find himself staring at a blurry form of a woman. His eyes clearing he realized it was more some type of monstrosity than a woman, standing before him. Behind his head a voice spoke, quite masculine, it's rasping making him shiver.

"The human is awake," said the creature, it's voice, chillingly similar to that of a Wraith's.

Rodney squinted; his head ached so much. It was pounding in his ears. Without giving much thought to his words he slurred out, "Where's my clothes?"

"Those wretched things were removed so that we could further study you," said the male voice, as Rodney felt his heart began to beat faster.

Study him? Rodney could feel the panic just below the surface of his control, threatening to make a release. This was definitely not good. He was strapped to a table, naked and drugged up by some unknown alien entity's cocktail. Rodney forced himself to focus on the figure in his line of sight. Feeling his insides twist uncomfortably, Rodney's fear froze him from his struggling, as the figure's features began to make more sense.

At first he thought he was staring at a Wraith. Though the similarities were uncanny and were it not for the tentacles coming out of its forehead and its differently colored eyes, he would have assumed Wraith. There were other noticeable differences but at the moment he found his terror filled eyes staring into the female's eyes.

"Allow me to introduce you to T'ar'ka. The female standing before you. If it weren't for her, you would have died. She saved you," said a voice, Rodney knew belonged to something other than the female near him.

If he could call the thing a female. It certainly contained a female aspect with its voluptuous front and long free falling hair. Not to mention the feminine tone of its voice suggested female though he had no idea if his assumption was even hitting the mark.

In the light, he saw what had spoken, as it's body came around to face him in place of T'ar'ka's body.

"I am Unsla Jaruden, leading scientist, as you would know me as of my people. And you would be?"

The way it had spoken, it seemed to carry an air of arrogance on the edge of its raspy words.

Rodney glared at the creature, debating whether he should try to attempt conversation. He was already upset as it was, but he decided better to say something than nothing at all, the last thing he needed was to be tortured and god knows what they would do to him, especially naked.

"What do you want with me?"

From the slightly upturned chin of the female, Rodney saw her smirk. It was truthfully odd to see a Wraith or at least something similar to one, smirk. Nothing good could come from this. Thought Rodney. Hoping silently that Atlantis would discover they had missed their check in time and would send help.

As Rodney placed the male voice with the body stepping into his line of sight, his muscles tensed.

"Ow…no introduction?"

"No thanks. I don't deal with…terrorists?" said Rodney, thinking about what to call them.

A large man, about as large as Ronon, but with features far from human, stood in front of him. This alien, this Unsla had eyes exactly like a Wraith but they seemed to sparkle a clear twisting blue and purple, while his jutting jaw had several rows of teeth longer and pointer than a Wraith's. Then on top of that was a thin film that coated the eyes. The eyeballs seem to just hang inside of the skin, taunt and slightly iridescent white.

On his eyebrows were several rows of sharp points with hair in-between them. The creature seemed to walk bent forward, unlike a human or a Wraith, two long tentacles of a fading purple grew out of his forehead and extended down to almost the floor. The facial structure however resembled that of a Wraith and the ears and long hair too.

The creature called Unsla wore a complex vest that exposed his sinewy muscles of pearl white, and had an unnatural hue to them reminiscent of a Wraith's. Rodney noted the creature appeared to bob a bit as it walked forward, reminding him of either a bird or a raptor.

As he continued to look at Unsla he noted that the hair bellowed in an almost Japanese style topknot, carefully braided to lay forward down the front of its chest. The hair too had a similarity to the Wraith in that it was firmly white but several areas had a burned tint to it.

The female on the other hand wore a long silk dress similar to an Egyptian dress, only several sections of the dress had leather patched into it and something similar to a doctor's lab coat hung on top of the dress.

Shivering again, Rodney's lower lip quivered as Unsla, stared at him. Feeling rather self-conscious, he wished he had something to cover himself with, as it seemed to observe him, taking a longer time gazing at his lower regions than he would have liked.

"You are by far the most sculpted human yet. I have yet to understand the need for such appendages as that," said Unsla, glaring at Rodney's privates.

Rodney stared at Unsla, feeling a slight blush creep up his face. He wrestled against the restraints, pulling forward on them, he did not want to stand around to find out what his hosts plans for him were.

"What are you going to do with me?" repeated Rodney again, mustering his courage, he certainly was not going to end up as mince meat for these aliens.

"Please do not make me sedate you again. I don't want to have to make this any harder," said Unsla, as it bounded forward laying a hand on Rodney's chest. "I have been searching for a specimen as fine as your leaders for decades, unfortunately you will have to suffice."

"Gee sorry I don't meet up to your high standards," replied Rodney, scathingly then he froze as he connected what was on his chest with the alien before him. He just couldn't look down at the hand, he already knew what the next action would be and he didn't need a reminder of that. Instead he chose the brave root and stared into Unsla's eyes.

"You have a mouth on you, that may come to some usefulness," said Unsla, looking over his shoulder at the T'ar'ka. Returning his gaze at Rodney the alien continued, "At last my work will continue, unhindered by my brethren who so desired to stop me and at last I will have the solution to our dying race."

"And which race might that be?"

" Wriath. We are called Wriath. Not Wraith, I can assure you of this human. Please tell me what you are called?"

Rodney stared at the hand on his chest feeling all his resolve leave him, before responding in a shaky voice, "It's Dr. Rodney McKay. What do you want with me? Cause I won't help you get to my planet or…oh no great you want to eat me don't you?"

"Your planet doesn't concern me. No, in a way I suppose, I shall eat you," said Unsla, his left tentacle twitching from his forehead as he swerved his head.

Rodney felt the panic in him thrum, his heart picking up speed. This was it…this was it. He was going to finally meet his end. In a horribly painful way…just like Abrams and Gall and all the others who had met their end to a Wraith…

"But," said Unsla, cocking his head with a slight grin, "I would if I could, as the human saying goes. You see we are unable to feed off of humans as the Wraith can."

When Rodney's tension began to settle down just a little, Unsla told him something else that made the tension return ten-fold.

"That, however, will be soon corrected, I assure you."

Unsla grinned again, his toothy accents, stirring a rush of fear in Rodney, as he finally looked at the hand and the arm it belonged to, resting on his bare chest.

The hand looked exactly like a Wraith's only it had two slits, teardrop shaped, as small as dimes, accented from equal points in the middle of the hand's back side. He could make out, a slit like a Wraith's, on its palm, only it had a red tinge within it.

Rodney shivered again as Unsla leaned towards him, "I am curious as to why some of you humans have this gene while others do not. You and the other one will be my permanent guests, as for the other two, if they survive the trial they will be our new slaves."

Rodney's panic meter doubled. He wasn't ready to die yet. He didn't want to die.

T'ar'ka brought over a needle filled with a swirling black liquid, as Unsla reached for it, Rodney's control slipped completely from his grasp.

"NO WAIT! Please I'll give you anything you want. If you need me to fix systems or give you information or…"

"You have nothing that we could possibly want aside from you and your body."

Then the needle was plunging into the side of his neck, and he ground his teeth as the explosion of stinging and pain surrounded him.

"You see the Wriath are a dying race. We started much as the Wraith did, however our need for feeding was suppressed ages ago for this reason the Wraith have hunted us to near extinction. We do not require sustenance as they do. We do not drain our victims to death as they do. Our process is much more understanding of the victim."

Through gritted teeth Rodney shouted, "Understanding…of th th the vic…tim?" Feeling his tongue becoming heavy.

"Yes. However you unlike many of the others I have encountered are intelligent and therefore I have another use for you."

"What did you give me? And why am I naked!" slurred Rodney, as the table began to tilt backwards until he was gazing into a bright light.

"I have also need of your reproductive system. You see, we can no longer reproduce as the Wraith do. The only way I can preserve our race is by merging us with Wraith or with human. The only way I can do that is by using a human as a carrier for both our DNA and that of our brethern."

"Your insane!"

Rodney was beginning to feel lightheaded and confused. He knew where he was but at the same time he didn't. His limbs slacked against the restraints as he saw Unsla studying him.

"Wait, back on my planet we have doctors who can help with this…sort of thing. I can have one of the best doctors I know come here and help you. Just please don't hurt m…e…"

He was begging he knew. He could hear his own voice, but he was frightened. He could safely say terrified now. What did the Wriath mean by merging himself with both DNAs. Was that even possible? What would happen to him? More importantly why did it require merging him with Wraith and Wriath DNA?

Unsla reached up to scratch his chin and Rodney watched as Unsla reached for a strange tool that had a sort of hole puncher look to it.

Rodney could feel his body becoming heavier as whatever he had been given began it's work on his body systems.

"Wait…I…" Rodney trailed off at the sight of something all too familiar began to come into view.

Somewhere in the distance beyond a door, a Wraith, strapped down to a movable contraception was wheeled over by two other female Wriaths. It had ceased to scream or talk; its eyes were hollow like the life had been drained from it. When it saw Unsla, its eyes animated with only one emotion…fear.

Rodney's own eyes widened in fear. He was going to die or become something inhuman and all he could do was sit by and watch as it all happened. He wasn't suppose to be the one that this sort of thing happened to. He was the man who stood by and solved this sort of problem. Before he felt his eyelids droop his last thought was what would Atlantis do with an enemy who experiments on humans and Wraith alike?

Our savior...the plate.

Ronon rubbed his neck as he shot off another round at the force field holding him and Teyla in the cell. He hated being caged up. He hated not knowing where two of his friends were and most especially he hated being forced to sit and do nothing.

Teyla looked over the crude drawings Rodney had made into the mud wall. One section dipped low to the ground and as she stared down at it, she noticed the plate sticking into the mud.

Picking it up she smiled. "He left us something."

Ronon stared up at Teyla. "That doesn't help us. We need to get out of here."

"Ronon, don't you think it is odd that we still have our weapons on us?"

"Yes," grunted Ronon as he watched Teyla sit down next to him.

"It is not a usual Wraith tactic. In fact I don't believe I have ever seen a Wraith do this."

"They weren't Wraith. I took a look at one of them and they have similarities but they are something different."

Teyla wiped off the mud on the plate's surface. "Yes I noticed it as well. Do you think they are…"

"Related to the Wraith?" supplied Ronon, his head bobbing over to stare at Teyla.

"Yes."

"Dunno. Maybe a species of Wraith or a different type altogether."

"Then perhaps they could be allies of humans?" said Teyla.

It wasn't like her to say such things but the war with the Wraith was just beginning and they needed all the allies they could get, especially ones who had the strength and ability to rival that of the Wraith.

Ronon's eyebrows scrunched as he looked at Teyla. She wasn't obviously thinking. She wasn't paying attention to the facts that they had seen so far.

"No. They have McKay and Sheppard. They are no allies of humans, I can tell you that."

Teyla shook her head.

"I know. I wish it were not so too," said Ronon, as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the mud wall adjacent to McKay's doodles.

Teyla continued to clean the plate until her thumb went over a tiny small bump near the center of the plate. Within seconds the plate flew out of her hands and began to light up.

"Ronon?" said Teyla, freezing.

Ronon tilted his head forward as he glared at the moving object.

"Don't make any sudden movements," said Ronon, reaching for his gun. Then suddenly the plate fell back down onto Teyla's lap, inactive once more.

"What was that about?" said Ronon, looking at the plate, then as a strange humming sound began to pick up, he looked up in time to see the force field deactivate.

"Well at least we can get out of here. Problem one solved," said Ronon as he got up into a crouching position.