Stargate: Atlantis; The Alternate First Season

By WeaverOfDreams777

Rating: PG-PG13

Genre:Action/Adventure

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate:SG1 or Stargate:Atlantis.

Warning: This story is not meant to fit the storyline set forth by the producers of Stargate. It is AU, Alternate Universe. If you don't like that, don't review. You don't have to read it. I personally feel that Stargate:Atlantis went down the toilet because the writers did not put forth the nessecary effort. The show is not new and different, it is merely a remake of SG1, and they need new writers and new storylines.

Chapter Six: Your Touch

The hand held out to him was one he knew well, and yet, he wasn't sure of whether to touch it or not. Camilla seemed non-threatening, but Shi Aka couldn't be sure. The removal of humans from his diet had made him a little more edgy and a little less sure of their intentions. And he hungered for one now. He had liked to feel the warmth of her hands on the glass, but he didn't have the glass between them now. Camilla clasped his wrist in her hand, and he liked the warmth that encircled his wrist now. His desire to taste human again was greater than his enjoyment of this one's touch. He turned to Camilla with that intent and was shocked to see her looking him in the eye.

"You will not eat me, Shi Aka, or you will really know what it is to feel pain."

He felt Camilla's fingers tighten on his wrist. She handed him some pencils and motioned him to a desk. A large piece of paper was laid out there.

"Alright, Shi Aka, let's see if you have any useful skills. Draw me the interior of a hive ship."

He had the distict impression that this woman was not one to be played with. A flash of her teeth had told him that she could put some brutal force behind them, and her fingers had long, tough nails that had dug like talons into his wrist. It was appaling that a human could instill a fear such as that in him, a Wraith.

The control panels and control surfaces began to appear under the pencil, as Shi Aka wracked his brain to do a decent rendering.

"You missed the throttle there." Camilla said, pointing out the ommission.

Shi Aka felt chills go up and down his spine.

"How do you know, witch?!"

"Oh, I know everything about you, my dear. I know the plans for you and I hold the reins in my hand. I know your destiny. Your future is in my grasp."

Her eyes were set like stone, and penetrated to the Wraith's mind.

He hated the thought that she could dominate him, and without warning, he sprang at her. Her fingernails tore at his throat, and her teeth immediately sought that area as well. He froze, never before had his prey turned predator, he had never been the hunted. He could feel her teeth as she started to bite down. He yielded, letting his own killing fingers drop. Her bite stopped short of injuring him. The shame of being pinned to the floor in fear of his life, and pinned by a human at that, burned itself on his memory. Mutual assured destruction was not an idea he was comfortable with.

Sheppard whistled, watching on closed circut camera.

"Watch her go, Beckett! She's definately getting more out of him than I could have!"

Beckett nodded.

"She's almost as ruthless as he is, Major, that's why. She's an eagle among doves."

"I know, but I can't help feeling that this is justified. After all, he would show us no mercy."

"You know Camilla can get out of control though, suppose she kills him without meaning to?"

"I don't think she will, Colonel Crawford has assured me that she should be fine."

It was too hot down here to keep all these layers of clothing on, so Jerhun pulled off his shirt, laying it aside. His slim, muscular body blended into the shadows, and if her eyesight had not been so keen as it was, Weir might never have seen him. She contemplated that such a gentle spirit was bound within such a powerful body, pondering the irony. He was still tinkering with the Atlantis Stargate's ZPM, constantly improving upon it. The improvements were continuously manifested in the repaired earth-bound ZPMs.

By the time the two modules made it to Earth, Jerhun would likely have perfected them. Weir wondered if Jerhun would go with the modules. She knew how much that nerd, Dr. Jackson, would enjoy Jerhun's company, but she honestly didn't feel that they could spare Jerhun themselves. They needed him for so many things. She considered the idea that she'd have to tell Dr. Jackson sooner or later that he would have to come here because Jerhun wasn't coming to him. She knew that she personally couldn't let go of Jerhun, he seemed to have grown on all the original team members, he was almost universally a dear son. He had a way of doing that, originally he had been a curiousity to be studied, but now he was a friend, a companion.

Weir really didn't want to think of where the expedition would be without him. Jerhun was humming to himself, and the strains of music drifted back to Weir. It sounded like one of Beethoven's Symphonies. She smiled distantly at the mental pictures that the music created. Classical music was so beautiful. The music stopped, and Jerhun sighed, lifting the ZPM to put it back on the dolly. It had gotten bigger, that ZPM. It was over 50 pounds now, with all the extra relays and capacitators. It did work much better though, and Jerhun had spent today miniaturizing some of the circuts and relays. He was trying to shave off pounds so that it was easilly transportable. Jerhun had managed to get it down from 80 pounds to 60, and given enough time, he would probably get it down to about twenty. He had all the upgrades done, now there was only the matter of making them smaller. Little improvements were being made along the way, as well. It never ceased to amaze Weir and the rest of the team that Jerhun could do all of this without his sight.

Jerhun yawned and turned to hook the ZPM back up to the stargate. He was tired, but Weir could not help but admire the breadth of his shoulders and how well muscled they were. It was nice not to have to aid a technician in the physical aspect of his work. Jerhun pulled his shirt back on and headed off to bed. Weir was soon headed in roughly the same direction. She was bushed too.

Camilla headed for bed, leaving Shi Aka to himself for the night. She didn't see Kamil slink over to the door and sneak in to the cell. Shi Aka was asleep, and Kamil crept closer in the darkness, her cold eyes shining cruelly. Shi Aka woke with a start, and a struggle ensued. There could be only one victor.

In moments, a still form lay on the floor, never to move again. Another stood vaunting over it, eyes gleaming.

Jerhun was awakened from a heavy slumber by Captain Crawford dragging him out of bed. Colonel Crawford and Major Sheppard where there, he could feel it. Lieutenant Ford was somewhere nearby. They dragged him somewhere, they turned to many times for him to really know where.

"How could you do it, Jerhun? We were finally learning something about Wraith-kind, and you killed out only reference object!" Crawford bellowed.

"What? I don't understand... Where is Shi Aka?" Jerhun asked, his voice sleepy and confused.

"He's at your feet, boy, at least what's left of him," Sheppard said.

"What do you mean? I don't understand what you're saying, I don't have the use of my sight, and since you are holding me to tightly to use my sense of touch, I cannot process what you are trying to tell me..." Jerhun said.

"You needn't touch. Shi Aka's bones are all over the floor. You ate him!" Crawford accused.

"No, I don't have the ability to do that. I'm only a quarter Wraith. Are you sure Shi Aka isn't loose? Might not they be Kamil's bones?" Jerhun sounded worried about both Shi Aka and Kamil.

"You're bluffing," Sheppard said. "You harbor a grudge against me for your blindness. You killed the Wraith to spite me."

"No! Would I have risked my life alongside yours just to capture a Wraith to kill for sport to spite you?" Jerhun exclaimed.

"I don't think he did it," Ford interjected. "He has no real motive. If he was going to kill Shi Aka, he would have done it right away. And we still don't know where Kamil is. We have to consider her too, she's more a Wraith than he is."

"What we really need is to determine if these are Shi Aka's bones or not." Sheppard conceeded.

Shoving Jerhun into a corner of the room, they locked him in.

Jerhun curled up in the corner and wept. Why was it that no matter how hard he tried to please these humans that he was the first suspected in a crime? He had tried so hard in the past months, it wasn't fair. These humans had no sense of justice. His long fingers were enmeshed in his long curls, as he fought to regain his composure. Hot tears spilled down his cheeks and dripped off his chin.

Camilla's heart wrenched within her as she watched Jerhun cry. She couldn't believe he was accused of killing Shi Aka. Jerhun was not the right type to have done that. She herself could have done it, but not in the manner it had been done. Her features hardened.

'I'll bet it was that she-devil, Kamil.' she thought. 'She would be my prime suspect.'

She sketched Jerhun in all his anguishing beauty, contemplating the loss of their captive enemy. The crystal tears were hardest to capture. They shone like diamonds, and Jerhun's locks shone like dark rubies, his skin pearlescent. Jerhun was so alien, yet so familiar. So beautiful, yet so plain. Jerhun himself was a contradiction. She felt sorry for him.

Jerhun had spent most of his life misunderstood, she knew from the data on record that he hadn't led a blissful existence. The situation that had resulted in the loss of his sight was a ridiculous example of predjudice and irrational fear. Sheppard and Weir couldn't make up their minds on whether he was friend or foe. Camilla tried to think of a way to get him out of there.

Gonfalon! She would tell Gonfalon! Gonfalon would not allow his son to be held without just cause. She left Jerhun to find Gonfalon.

Gonfalon was still asleep, so she woke him, whispering to him about what had happened. Gonfalon rose in a rage, pulling his robes on and stalking to the containment cell. Jerhun was still curled up in the corner, but quiet and calm now. His head rested on his arm, and he was sleeping, apparantly resigned to his fate. Gonfalon entered the cell and carefully picked up his son, trying not to wake him.

Kamil sauntered by, only to be jumped by Camilla. Kamil was shoved into the containment cell in Jerhun's place. She gnashed her teeth, furious. She flew at the window, clawing it, trying to get at Camilla. Kamil became more hideous and wraith-like with each passing second. Kamil was never one to take it mildly when her will was crossed. Her pupils became slitted, and Camilla really began to fear that she had wakened a monster. Gonfalon watched Kamil in suprise, as she showed herself for the slavering Wraith she was.

Sheppard, Crawford, Ford, and Weir came back with DNA tests to show the bones were Shi Aka's.

"I believe we have caught your culprit." Camilla said, motioning to the insane individual who was clawing at the glass. Kamil hissed at Sheppard angrilly, throwing herself at the glass in his direction.

"We don't know that it was her, although the fact that she's obviously lost it might work against her." Colonel Crawford said.

"Lar, I know beyond a reasonable doubt that Jerhun didn't do it. He's not capable of that sort of cruelty. You know very well that he's too sensetive and too gentle to have done it. No one knows anything about Kamil, we don't even know if she's a hostile or not. I do know that there is no love lost between her and the Ancients, and she has no affection for Gonfalon or his kin either."

"You may be right, but it doesn't prove anything." Sheppard said.

"Think of how faithfully Jerhun has served the Atlantis team, especially you, Major. Would he turn on you overnight? He doesn't strike me as a creature who could turn on his friends so easilly. Did he fight you when you dragged him out of bed? No, he didn't. He didn't understand that there was anything wrong, he trusted you." Camilla accused. "And there have been better opportunities for him to exact revenge, if you think that's his motive. Like when you tested the ZPM. He could have stranded you beyond the event horizon in the wormhole if he'd wanted, but he didn't."

Understanding dawned on the listeners. They'd been too ready to suspect treachery from within, and hadn't considered Kamil for a moment.

They needed a new Wraith. This time the S.E.A.L. team would go along, for extra security. Gonfalon warned that they needed to take Jerhun this time as well, else the party was doomed to fail.

When PJ1 and PJ2 landed on the planet's surface, the two teams went their separate ways. The S.E.A.L.s went their way, Sheppard, Ford, Jerhun, and their party went theirs.

Wraith began stalking the team led by Sheppard. The Wraith were in turn stalked by the S.E.A.L.s. The Wraith captured Sheppard and his men. The S.E.A.L.s prepared to go into the hive on a S.A.R. mission, unwilling to ruin their perfect record of no man left behind.