I'll disclaim the song at the end of the chapter. Why is nobody reviewing this? I'm disappointed. . .

Chapter Five

Sheppard blinked a few times to adjust to the poor lighting where he was. He thought he was the first to awaken, but after observation, it was apparent he was the last.

"Oh, John. You're alright." Elizabeth sighed and she offered her hand to Sheppard, who accepted the gesture to help him up.

"What exactly. . . happened?" Sheppard asked after letting himself sort out where he and his team were, which was a giant cage not to different than the one Bob had been in.

"We were captured by the Wraith. They took our weapons and said they didn't want to eat us. . . yet. Said something about torture." Ronan explained as he stood in a corner.

"Torture? I don't remember tha'." Beckett's eyes widened.

"You were pretty. . . how do they say it. . . 'out of it' when the Wraith came to talk to us." Teyla sighed and everyone grew silent once more. Sheppard asked if the Wraith had taken the radios as well. His question was met with the affirmative.

"They took everything except our clothes and sanity." Beckett leaned heavily onto the bars of the cage. All around them, noises of a ship working were going and was much better than complete silence. So of course, two minutes later, everything around them grew completely silent and what light they had faded away.

"YOU WILL LISTEN TO WHAT WE DO! WE ARE TIRED OF YOU CONSTANTLY RUINING OUR CULLINGS. NOW YOU MUST FEEL PAIN!" a mysterious and angry voice rang from nowhere. It was hard to place because the voice seemed to be in surround sound which made it even more chilling.

"How about you show yourselves!" Sheppard yelled out, just wanting whatever the Wraith had planned for them to happen.

"SILENCE!" the Wraith screeched, and the team reluctantly complied. A single light finally shone from the ceiling illuminating the Wraith Leader, but shadowing his face, giving him the appearance of a body with no head. More Wraith showed up next to him as well as more lights that refused to show their faces.

The team stayed quiet as they waited for whatever was coming their way. They were prepared for the worst. Apparently, they weren't prepared for what was coming next. . .

Wraith Leader: (speaking) On the twenty-third day of the month of September

in an early year of a decade not too long before our own,

the human race suddenly encountered a deadly

threat to its very existence.

And this terrifying enemy surfaced,

as such enemies often do,

in the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places. (Music starts and the lights are now fully illuminating the Wraith as the three minions start to sing and dance. Every team member (except Elizabeth and Ronan) hear their jaws hit the floor.)

(Three Wraith minions sing while the Wraith Leader dances only)

Little ship, little ship of horrors.

Little ship, little ship of terror.

Call a cop. Little ship of horrors.

No, oh, oh, no-oh!

Little ship, little ship of horrors.

Bop sh'bop, little ship of terror.

Watch 'em drop! Little ship of horrors.

No, oh, oh, no-oh!

Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing

to be happening!

Shang-a-lang, feel the strum

and drang in the air.

Sha-la-la, stop right where you are.

Don't you move a thing.

You better (tellin' you, you better)

Tell your mama somethin's gonna

get her

She better (ev'rybody better)

Beware!

Little ship, little ship of horrors.

Bop sh-bop, we'll never stop

the terror.

Little ship, little ship of horrors.

No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no!

The Atlantis team blinked in shock, for that was the only thing they were capable of accomplishing at the moment. The Wraith finished with an over exaggerated flourish and the minions left, but the Wraith Leader stayed behind. He laughed heartily at the faces of the Atlantis team and his lips curled.

"Was that torture or what?"

"That was. . . I think my brain is mush." Sheppard shook his head, but received not comfort. There was a thud behind them and they turned to see Beckett had fainted. . . uh. . . passed out.

"You think that was bad. . . wait until half an hour or so. You'll die!" the Leader laughed again and walked away. All was silent until three minutes later, when the Leader came back.

"You're not going. . ." Sheppard begged on behalf of his team because he seemed to be the only one who could speak.

"No. I came to warn you. After the next song, if your not dead, I'm challenging you. I will pick one of your members and they will have to sing. If they can make any of my Wraith cry, laugh, sing along, or anything other than stare, I will free you."

Sheppard mused over this a moment. It sounded easy enough and slightly fair, for a Wraith. The only problem presented then, was if any of his members could sing. The Leader walked away, hands clasped triumphantly behind his back.

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"Does anyone know how to sing?" Sheppard asked ten minutes later after he was sure everyone had recovered.

"Everyone knows how to sing, lad." Beckett pointed out, which didn't help the mood.

"I meant does anyone know how to sing WELL!"

"Ronan tells me you did well before, when I ran away." Teyla nodded and everyone joined her.

"Yeah, well. . . I think Elizabeth should do it. She's the leader, right?"

"Hey! Anyway, the Leader said he was choosing which means he'll probably choose the one he thinks is least likely to succeed."

"Hope you know some good songs, Ronan." Sheppard joked. Ronan glared and said nothing, upset his singing voice was criticized even before someone heard it.

"Uh guys. . ." Beckett said cautiously as he stared at the ceiling.

"What's wrong, Carson?" Elizabeth straightened her back and looked up to observe a disco ball falling and finally spinning gently, casting a slight glow.

"We're baaack. . ." the Wraith Leader smiled as he was joined by no more than six other Wraith.

"That wasn't a half hour!" Sheppard complained.

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I always hate to sound desperate. . . but you know it's calling you. . . review. . . review. . . review. . . I do not own "Prologue/Little Shop of Horrors" by the writers and some such of the musical. Anyone know who wrote it?