uthors Note: This hasn't been beta-read so I apologize if it has grammar/spelling errors in or if the characters sound a bit off. Please let me know what you think of this, complaints, suggestions; any feedback would be helpful as long as it is constructive.

And as you may be able to see this fic is going to get much, much worse before getting remotely better. So be warned.

Spoilers: For Season One episodes 1-14

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Stargate in any incarnations of course and I'm not making any money, this is just some harmless fanfic fun.

They'd left him there for a day without water or food. And when he said they he knew it was really her doing.

She'd entered softly, his preoccupied mind not noticing her slow deliberate footsteps that traced to his chair. She had come to him out of the darkness, her pale figure almost divine.

He'd never seen a female Wraith before, her turquoise hair exotic, her form like something from the fantasy realm. She looked almost Elfin, a bizarre middle ground between an elf and an orc, the hunger and violence of one and the grace and style of the other.

Until she spoke he'd had no idea she could see into his mind.
"Do you like what you see, Doctor" her voice rasped the end of the sentence, in a way that was sensual yet dangerous.
He didn't answer, his mind disgusted at the idea. But of course she sensed that feeling too.
Her face scowled, baring her sharp teeth and he suddenly saw how very much he had been right.

She was divine, like an angel, a fallen angel. Not the traditional cherubs and light angels everyone thought of but as those who carried the wrath of God, to be fearful of, further devastated by their fall from grace into the demonic realm. All their beauty twisted into darkness and cruelty.
That was why he'd named her Lilith.At first she'd asked if he felt her like the beautiful namesake, mistaking the brief image of a lily in his mind. Her voice had almost purred as she spoke of it, as if she thought him complementing her.
"You wish me to be sweet like the name sake of my, the dear lily I see in your memories."

He'd laughed, her face still and serious at that waiting for explanation
"Hardly. No, I named you after a temptress, a witch."
She had sneered at him and drawn away stalking off towards the door.

It was then he realized there was a limit to what she could read of his mind. Only seeing what was on the surface and only if she were closer enough.

She had however stood there looking at him as if deciding what to do with him.
"You have been here for one of your lunar cycles. I'm sure you will have a lot to think of that Doctor."
She'd said it with a venom and he'd felt sick at the realisation.

He'd thought it had only been two weeks maybe closer to three.
It hadn't been easy to know how much time had passed, for relying on his sleep cycles and the irregular feeding times made it difficult to estimate. The wraith only feeding their cattle when they sensed the hunger of the most.
And it wasn't as if there were any windows to tell the natural days by, the Wraith didn't strike him as beings that worried about vitamin D deficiency. After all if they wanted some all they needed to do was suck a human with some, if that was even how it worked.

He fought the despair. They weren't coming for him. It was already too late for sure. The only way out was up to him.
For once Rodney didn't have the safety net of assuming Sheppard and the others would save him.
There would be no rescuers barging in, blowing the Wraith sky high and then untying him, hugs all round and a happy ending back at Atlantis.

Lilith had come back later on, looking all the happier for his subdued misery.
He tried to feel better, cheerful even, just to spite the Wraith and the only thing he had come up with had been Elizabeth's image and that had been a mistake.
"You find her more attractive than I?"

He tried to avoid thinking anything, nervous of what else he would give away. So he kept his mind to Elizabeth knowing it was too late to retract the image.
"Do not compare me to weak human forms, I would make a formidable lover"

He wondered if that was even possible, if humans and Wraith could breed. It was a horrible idea and he doubted it was very socially acceptable to mate with your meal. Took the phrase 'don't play with your food' a little too far.

She was certainly playing up to her name well though, Lilith the seductress being one of the titles the demoness had had through the ages.
She moved closer, trailing her metal clawed finger down his cheek.
He couldn't help but shiver in disdain at her touch and she ran her other finger down his left cheek, pressing in further, drawing a tender cut with the tip. A stark line of bright red blood on his face that obviously pleased her aesthetics.

She looked smug at his horror and he couldn't resist pissing her off for that.
"Yes, well you see formidable isn't a quality I'd look for in a lover, nor is the ability to suck all the life out of me. Kind of puts a dampener on a relationship, don't you think."
It was as sarcastic as he had been so far. But sarcasm wasn't something Lilith was amused by.
She left without a word, in a storm.

For that she'd starved him a further day, trying to break him with hunger.
And he knew it would work, his blood sugar levels dangerously low.

When she reappeared he'd been afraid but strong, asking her why didn't she get on with it.
She'd smiled sweetly like a teacher humouring a student who didn't know the answer and had left him there for 2 days or so as far as he could guess the time to be, though at least providing him with food and water sent by speechless masked guards.

Then they'd come to get him. The guards escorting him to another place.
Not answering his pleas, he had no idea what they were up to.
The room had been as large as the other he had come from but there were many more guards and two figures, one he recognized immediately as Lilith, in the spotlit centre.

Lilith came to him, tipping up his head with a finger under his chin. He tried to resist but the claw dug in painfully and he grimaced, doing as she wished him to.
At that she had smiled and motioned to an odd stool.

They placed him in it, forcing him to his knees, and his body resting on the too high broad stool and his head into a brace. Positioning him so he could not look away from the figure in the dead centre.
It was Cinta
He had no idea what they were playing at but he didn't have a good feeling about this.

Lilith stalked around towering over him, blocking his view of Cinta's restrained unconscious form.
"Now the questions shall begin Doctor. Please do not lie, for the pain will not be yours to bare."
Weirdly she looked strained as the mention of much a possibility, the simplicity being he supposed that she must think his best option obvious.
Then she came closer, head tilted to the side, her amphibian shaped mouth speaking the English words slowly and simply, so he could not mistake them.
"Where is Earth?"