"So . . . where do you come from?" Sheppard asked Chiara after awhile of silence. Chiara thought for a moment . . . more than likely Atlantis had been deserted for millennia, and Chiara most definitely was not in the mood to tell her life's story.

"Far away," Chiara said with a slight shrug.

"Really? How far away?" Sheppard further probed. Chiara grew slightly annoyed at this.

"I doubt you would have ever heard of it . . ." she said almost as if it didn't matter.

"Well we do travel a lot . . ." McKay said, motioning with his hands. Chiara sighed.

"It's called 'Terrana,'" Chiara said, desperately hoping that they hadn't been there . . . it was a planet frequently mentioned in the texts the Wraith had given her to translate. To Chiara's relief a rather blank look was exchanged among the team.

"Where are you from?" Chiara asked, switching the awkwardness to the other foot . . .

"We come from far away too . . ." Sheppard said vaguely.

"And where would that be?" Chiara asked. She had been on quite a few of the human worlds in her time . . . it was quite likely she had heard of their world, and she was curious. Sheppard looked slightly uncomfortable . . . Chiara stared at him, even more curious by this time. McKay broke in before Sheppard could speak, however.

"We actually used to live in Atlantis, the Ancient city . . . but the Wraith destroyed it so we had to move to another world." Chiara stood, barely noticing the glare that Sheppard gave to McKay.

"Atlantis was destroyed?!" Chiara asked almost unbelievingly. Sheppard glared at McKay again and stood as well.

"Yeah . . . the Wraith blew it up, we tried to save it but we didn't get much of a chance . . ." Chiara took a deep breath. She had to control herself, right now was not the time to mourn, right now was not the time to explode . . .

"That is . . . unfortunate," Chiara said almost weakly, sinking down again. She looked at Sheppard who was also re-taking his seat. Chiara saw something in his eyes . . . something she couldn't quite name . . . Chiara sighed but silence once again permeated through-out the small group. During this time though, Chiara examined them, trying to shove all thoughts of Atlantis out of her mind. They were strong . . . all four of them were. They also didn't like being captured here . . . especially Ronon, he looked just about ready to get out anytime Sheppard, who was apparently the leader, gave the word . . . Chiara licked her lips and spoke again.

"Are you planning on escaping?" she asked quietly. Sheppard looked at her slightly-warily.

"Well that would be nice, but I'm not sure the Wraith will give us the chance . . ." he said, once again looking through the webbed-doorway. Chiara examined him once again, reading straight through him. So in other words . . . "yes, but I'm not going to trust you just yet with that information . . ." Chiara sighed and tried a different avenue.

"I've been kept on this hive for a very long while . . . if you wanted to escape I would help you . . ." she said. All four looked at her now. Chiara gazed un-blinkingly back at them.

"How long have you been here?" Teyla asked. Chiara shrugged.

"I don't know . . . I stopped counting long ago," she stated matter-of-factly. "Will you take me with you then?" she added almost hopefully.

"How would you be able to help us?" Ronon asked. Chiara sighed, once again noting Sheppard's glare towards his team-mate. Chiara thought for a moment and then responded.

"If you came from . . . the city of the Ancients . . . then you probably at least saved some information at technology . . . I am skilled with Ancient technology, as well as their language. I could help you with whatever you brought back," Chiara said, not quite able to say Atlantis yet. Sheppard gave his rather odd smile at her again.

"Sure, we'd be glad for the help . . ." he said with a nod. Silence once again took reign of the cell, but Chiara couldn't contain all the feelings and questions burning about Atlantis.

"You say you come from Atlantis originally, yet you are not the Ancestors," Chiara observed, using the common human term for her people. They were humans, it was a valid point . . . and their answer might reveal something.

"Yeah, well, the Ancients left a long time ago, as you probably already know . . . and we found the city and actually managed to do quite a bit of good with it . . . that is until it was destroyed . . ." Sheppard trailed off. Anger raised itself within Chiara. It didn't make sense! Atlantis, with her great weapons and shields?! Gone? No . . . no, she wouldn't believe it!

"I have heard many tales of Atlantis, all of which tell of mighty weaponry and great shields, how could the Wraith defeat such things?" Chiara asked Sheppard. She wasn't quite sure what she wanted him to say . . . just . . . something . . .

"Yes, except that generally, big fancy weapons and strong shields require power, which the Ancients weren't kind enough to leave behind," McKay said. Chiara looked in his eye. They flickered to the side somewhat as their eyes met. Something . . . she could see something in them . . . she thought for a minute then shrugged it off.

"The loss of Atlantis is indeed great then, many in this galaxy placed their hope in it," she said. Then she realized what she had seen in his eyes. Lying. He was lying. About what though? The destruction of Atlantis? Why about that? Why not just say that they had a great advantage and try to use it? Or was he lying about the power requirements . . . maybe the Ancients had left power behind but the humans had misused it . . . Chiara wasn't sure, as usual. She sighed and leaned back against the wall. Either option held some serious repercussions.

Several hours passed and finally the Wraith came again. This time they nodded at Chiara who didn't move towards them. One of them roughly grabbed her, at which point the Wraith marched her through halls, rooms, corridors, until she was standing in front of a too-familiar door. Chiara let out an involuntary sigh when she saw it. Her cell, or rather her old cell. She had enjoyed being with the four of them, talking with them and listening to them talk. Despite her wishes though, the Wraith opened the door and pushed her inside. Chiara looked around and saw Amara sitting in her usual spot near the door. Chiara sighed again and listened to the door close behind her. She then turned to Amara, watching the blank expression on the young woman's face.

"Why?" Chiara asked.

"Why what?" Amara returned.

"Why for the first time in years was I placed in a cell with others? Not only that, but they had just been captured; it didn't make sense to put us together even for a short time." Chiara asked, a confused look on her face.

"It was the Wraith's will. However, while they had just been captured, you had not," Amara said calmly. Recognition lighted in Chiara's eyes. So that was it . . . they were young, had just managed to kill quite a few of the Wraith, and the Wraith were hoping that speaking to Chiara, who at one time was not so different from them, would make these humans give up hope of escape.

"The Wraith underestimate them," Chiara said.

"How so?" Amara asked.

"They will escape, and before long as well," Chiara firmly stated. Amara shook her head, nearly laughing.

"The Wraith will not allow them to escape. They allow nothing but what they want to leave here," she said.

"What about Esmora? The Wraith certainly didn't wish her escape." As soon as the words came out of Chiara's mouth Amara became completely serious. Angry, in fact, Chiara could see it in her eyes.

"Esmora was a fool!" Amara spat out. Chiara was taken aback slightly.

"I certainly can't see that from her escape, she was quite intelligent in the way she handled it." Fire burned in Amara's eyes, and then Chiara saw it. Amara probably couldn't have cared less about Esmora's escape. What she cared about was the fact that Esmora had dismissed her, not only ruining any friendship they had ever had but ruining any chance that Amara had to gain some of the respect that Esmora had garnered. Chiara sighed and looked at her.

"Why did you have me killed?" Chiara asked quietly. Now was as good a chance as any . . .

"Of any of the Worshippers, you were the one I would most trusted," Chiara added almost tenderly. Amara gave a bitter laugh.

"Your trust was misplaced," Amara said almost matter-of-factly. Chiara stared at her for a moment before Amara continued.

"Of all the Worshippers, Esmora chose me to trust in and to help her. Everywhere she went, I went, everything that happened to her she told me. Things that she would never dare whisper in the Queen's ear she whispered in mine . . . she even used her telepathy threw me, letting me experience the . . ." Amara searched for the word. "Letting me experience the ability . . . the power of her telepathy. That is until she came back from her stay on the human world . . . She did not even greet me upon her return. The first words that came out of her mouth were to order your being brought forth. And thus I did, and when I came back she sent me from the room. After that it was always to bring Chiara in every morning, so the two of you could talk all day . . ." Bitterness emanated from Amara's voice, and despite her best efforts, Chiara felt slightly for the woman. Amara continued almost without stopping, however.

"You were the one who stole her from me . . . so I thought the best way to come back into her favor would be to get rid of you. And it wasn't simply jealousy that moved me either . . . you were the one who influenced her, you were the one who turned her against the Wraith. What I did was to serve the Wraith in stopping you, and in return she cast me away one final time." Amara's voice was almost venomous by this time. Chiara looked at her, knowing that the other woman would be un-willing to speak for the next day at least, more than likely . . . Chiara was glad that she asked in a way though . . . she had wanted to know what had happened. And now she did.