A/N – found out today that there was already a musical for SGA but decided to do my own anyway. I am NOT stealing the other people who wrote the musical's idea. If I had used the same songs and plot line, that would be stealing. Mine is completely different.

Don't get mad.

I also have the Wraith use a lot of British slang and you'd feel happy not to know what they say, but I will let you know what some words mean. I'll let your imagination run with the others. . .

DISCLAIMER: I do not own, in anyway, any characters and such from Stargate Atlantis. I'm just borrowing. I also do not own any of the songs, whether I manipulate them or not. I will disclaim the songs in the beginning of each chapter.

One last note: songs are in italics

Actions done during the songs are in bold and italics

Story is plain

I do not own "Fight the Power" by Bis.

Chapter One

The Wraith sat impatiently in their hive ship waiting to find the perfect planet to cull. Some were too small while other's were spacious but lacked the certain craving they desired.

The dark, musty and damp interior of the ship matched the moods of the Wraith as their fruitless searches got them nowhere. Another problem seemed to arise during that time and it was Atlantis. Not the place itself, just the people in it.

The people in it have escaped a culling more than once and helped other races from it as well. That interference was becoming troubling and bothersome. All the lower Wraith looked to their leader for answers.

It was one of those rare moments when the Wraith Leader called a meeting with his underlings. Usually he yelled at them over the intercom from his room while he fed, but this time, he had a plan he couldn't just yell over the intercom.

"What have you come up with, oh great leader?" one of the Wraith asked as he drooled on the table. The Wraith Leader sighed, frustrated and banged a fist on the table.

"SILENCE!" he yelled though nobody was talking. Wraith aren't very smart, nor very good of hearing. "How many times must I tell you not to drool on the TABLE!"

"I am sorry," the Wraith who drooled lowered his head. "I will punish myself." He commenced to bang his head repeatedly on the table. The Wraith Leader paid no attention and continued.

"I am displeased with the way you are handling the Atlantis people. I tried to torment the one they call Sheppard but he did not understand what I said and laughed."

"Was that when you said 'Hey chutney ferret, take your small family jewels and stick them back in the jewelry drawer . . .?"

"Yes, only the doctor laughed. My idea is much better now. It's our secret weapon. They'll never be able to escape it and when they arrive in our trap, we'll capture them and shove them in a cell and torture them with the secret weapon. Then, at the right moment, I will choose the least likely person in their bunch to sing. If they sing better than us, we will set them free." The Wraith Leader smiled at his plan but met only resistant faces.

"Sing, oh powerful one?" the drooling Wraith, now with an excessive head injury, drooled even more and slurred. But the nervousness was still easy to find in his voice. The Wraith Leader banged his fist on the table again.

"Stop gabbin'! It will be doddle (1) compared to attempting to cull them again."

"What should we do to prepare?" a Wraith called out.

"Cloak and fly right over Atlantis. Prepare the ship, bring up the cloak. . ." the Wraith Leader dramatically paused. "And pull out the karaoke machine. We're going to need to practice."

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Once slowly drifting closer to Atlantis, the Wraith Leader clutched the edge of his chair with whiter knuckles than usual. His white hair shook as he trembled with antici. . . . . . . . . . . pation. This was their, his best idea yet.

He was to send a man of his down to plant a chip in the human's computer. The chip will in turn effect the human's themselves. The Wraith Leader wished he could watch the effect but he had to do the rest after that. After planting the chip, a sure suicide mission for whoever went (so that's why the Leader volunteered his son, so it's all sorted out.), they would leave.

THEN from a remote location, the Wraith would disguise a message as one of distress, lure the humans to the planet, torture them with the secret weapon and then challenge them to the contest. If all went well, dinner would be delightful that night in the great Feeding Room.

The Leader thought of Sheppard and all his hunger pains that panged him late at night. And as he sent his son off to his doom and destruction, but with encouraging words that he never loved him anyway so there was no pressure of disappointment if he lived, music built up behind him and he couldn't help but belt out a tune. . .

Up on the mountain I'll be counting

days 'til we meet again

Get my revenge We'll never be friends

keep building up my brain

Just watch your back For my next attack

you never know when I'll strike

Could be today Don't get in my way

you'll see what you'll never like

I've got the brain (begins dancing crazily while underlings stare frightened)

I'm insane

(You can't stop the power)

See you in pain

Yet again

(you won't stop the power)

I'm your creator And your enslaver

I can destroy you all

You've got the brainpower Of a sunflower

get ready for a fall

I'll find a way To spoil your day

to stop you from doing good

I'll take you out It's no use to shout

I'd break you, you know I would

Satisfied he got his message through, though Sheppard did not hear it, the Wraith Leader smiled. He turned to his underlings and sucked in some salvia to stop from drooling.

"Let's go. We've got a fake distress call to make."

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(1) doddle – something easy.

I think most of you know what "family jewels" are and I'll reveal what "Chutney ferret" means later.

Like it? Hate it? Let me know!

There won't be music in every chapter, just almost every chapter. T.T