Thanks for the reviews. They're helping me get over this cold I got, so keep 'em coming. And for those curious, I'm not a shipper in anyway. Whatever pairings happen in my stories are entirely the Muse/ViH's fault.

Muse/ViH: Hey!

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Muse/ViH: ...Fair enough...

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"Excited about going through?" John asked SG-1 and Vala.

"Yeah. So what planet we going to?" Cameron asked.

"A cold one," Rodney said, zipping up the heavy oversized jacket he had opted to wear. He pulled on a pair of equally thick gloves.

Sam arched a brow at the heavy jacket. "How cold we talking?"

"Ten degrees without wind," John answered.

Teyla pulled on a pair of heavy gloves. "This planet is closer towards the northern pole, so it is dark mostly in their winter time."

"Don't you need more layers?" Ronon asked Sam, noticing that she was only wearing a winter overcoat that was much thinner than the others.

Sam grinned, the other SG-1 members and Vala smiling mischievously. "I can handle extreme weather really well. I get it from my mom's side of the family."

"Let's go," Cameron said, trying to suppress his laughter.

"Do they know something we don't?" Rodney asked John.

"Wouldn't surprise me," John answered. The nine people walked through the Stargate and emerged in a white snowy forest. "Oh yeah, this is cold," John said, lifting the goggles to shield his eyes from the whipping wind. Everyone but Sam followed suit.

"This could shrink any man's confidence," Vala said, nudging John.

The Atlantis team leader looked at SG-1. "She always like this?"

"Indeed," Teal'c said with a nod.

"Can we please get somewhere warm?" Rodney demanded.

"I don't know. I kinda like it out here," Sam said.

"Where to now?" Daniel asked.

"There're tracks this way," Ronon said. "They lead both ways though. Deeper into the forest and another set that leads over that hill."

"Let's go then," John said. The group began trudging through the snow, following the tracks that led over the hill.

Teal'c fell instep beside Sam. "Should you not be more careful around those who do not know about what you truly are?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't think they'd buy the whole idea of vampires being real," she said. "But don't worry, I am being careful."

The group paused at the top of the hill. "Small town," Ronon observed.

"Village more like it," Daniel said. "Towns were bigger."

Ronon leaned over to Cameron. "Does he always do that?"

"It what he does. Just don't get him started on ancient Earth civilizations," Cameron warned. Ronon nodded and the two teams descended into the village. Some of the villagers looked at them warily, but otherwise ignored them. The large group walked into the tavern.

"Welcome strangers. Where you all from?" the bartender asked.

"We came through the Stargate actually," John said.

"The giant ring in the clearing?" another person asked, turning to them.

John nodded. "That would be the Stargate."

"Only the Wraith come through the ring," a woman said.

"We actually fight the Wraith," Rodney said, huddled in his coat. "Not every thing that comes through the Stargate is a threat."

"We don't trust strangers here," another man said. "They don't last long here."

"Why is that?" Sam asked.

"Most of the strangers that come here are Wraith servants," the bartender said.

"Most?" Teyla asked.

"Only one man that's come here in the last year has nothing to do with the Wraith," the bartender explained. "Keeps to himself mostly. He does the occasional odd job for whoever needs it. Doesn't speak all that much either."

"This guy got a name?" Ronon asked.

"Those who've asked he's ignored. Most of us call him Shade, but the children have taken to calling him Silent Wolf," the first man said.

"Does he live past the Stargate?" Daniel asked.

The woman nodded. "No one goes near his hut though. I think he lost someone he cared a lot about."

"What makes you say that?" Sam asked.

"The way he acts. He stares at couples with an envious and sad look. And when I lost my husband to the Wraith three years ago, that's the way I acted until I got over my grief," the woman answered.

"The Wraith still come here?" John asked.

"Every few years," the bartender said. "They shouldn't be here for another few years, thank the fates."

"John," Teyla whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Something is coming."

"The Wraith?" he whispered back. She nodded and he suppressed a groan. "We got company people," he said.

"You mean the Wraith are here?" Cameron asked.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm in a story with predictable plot twists," Sam muttered.

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.

"How far Teyla?" John demanded.

"There are too many to be certain," she answered. The doors suddenly banged open and the group turned to see a group of five Wraith step into the tavern.

"Oh great," John muttered.

The head Wraith's eyes fell on John and the others. "Drop your weapons, or everyone in here dies," he snapped. The other four Wraith aimed their weapons at the other patrons. John and the others reluctantly dropped their weapons, unwilling to involve innocent bystanders.

The head Wraith walked to Sam and leered at her. "You will make a fine meal."

"Go to hell freak," Sam growled.

The Wraith's face darkened and he grabbed Sam around the throat and lifted her into the air. "I will enjoy killing you." The door suddenly banged open and everyone turned to see a figure standing in the doorframe, the wind whipping long hair in front of his face. The lighting was too dark to make any features out. The figure looked at the Wraith holding Sam, who was beginning to black out.

"I recommend running for your lives," the figure snarled.

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Dante trudged silently through the snow, heading for the village and the tavern. He didn't shiver once as the wind whipped through his coat. He halted on the outskirts of the village, his eyes narrowing when he saw five Wraith heading for the tavern. He all but ran to the tavern and kicked the door open. What he saw made his eyes widen.

One of the Wraith was holding a woman with short blonde hair in the air that Dante immediately recognized as Sam. Next to her were Daniel and Teal'c along with several other people he didn't recognize. Dante glared at the Wraith holding his sister, his dark eyes cold.

"I recommend running for your lives," Dante snarled. The Wraith lowered Sam and held her in front of himself as a shield. Similar images of Janet being held the same way flooded to the forefront of Dante's mind and he slipped a silver dagger into his hand.

"Back off or she dies!" the Wraith snapped.

"You freaks aren't hurting anymore people I care about!" Dante snapped and hurled the dagger at the Wraith. It struck him in the center of his left eye. His limp body released Sam and he sank to the floor. The four remaining Wraith glared at the vampire. One of the Wraiths picked up a discarded P-90 and fired off several shots directly into Dante's abdomen.

The vampire looked down at the wound. His head lifted and his eyes had turned feral silver-blue. He leapt forward and slugged the Wraith across the mouth with a vicious right hook. The Wraith's neck snapped and he dropped to the floor. Dante suddenly screamed in pain as his dagger slammed into his left shoulder. He collapsed to the ground as Sam and the others took care of the three remaining Wraith.

Sam was suddenly next to Dante. "Holy Hannah!" she exclaimed as she rolled him over. The rest of SG-1 came up to her.

"How is this possible?" Teal'c asked.

"How is he?" John asked.

Dante looked up at Sam. "Ship…near…Gate…" he whispered.

"There's a ship near the Stargate?" she asked for clarification.

He nodded. "Red…two thirds…smaller…than the…Prometheus…" he whispered in pain.

"You won't make it that far," she said softly to him.

Dante weakly pulled his left sleeve back to reveal the Ancient bracer. "White… button…" he said to her.

"Will it take all of us?" she asked, figuring the white button was for a teleporting system on the ship. He nodded. "Gather 'round guys," Sam ordered. They slowly did and once they were close enough, Sam hit the button and they disappeared in a blinding flash of white light. They reappeared in the cargo hold of a ship.

"Where are we?" Rodney demanded.

"On…Ragnarok…" Dante answered.

"I don't suppose there's a medical bay on here," Sam said.

"No…"

"Figures." She sighed. "Dante, how fast is this thing?"

"How…fast you…need it…to go?"

"As fast as possible," Sam said.

"As fast as an…Asgard…ship…" Dante answered.

"Whoa, whoa. You know this guy?" Rodney asked.

"Cam, get up to the cockpit and get us to Atlantis, full speed," Sam answered. "Teal'c, Daniel, give me a hand. I can see his room."

"Wait. First answer Rodney's question. You know this guy?" John asked.

Sam looked them square in the eye. "He's my brother." She bent down and picked him up with the other two men of SG-1 and they walked to Dante's room.

"Well that's a shock," Vala said. "I only thought she had one brother." She smiled. "He's not bad looking though…" she added. The Atlantis team rolled their eyes and followed Sam and the others. The ship lurched off the ground and flew up into the sky before jumping into hyperspace.


Hope you guys liked it. It's all I got thus far; I've been too busy fighting off a cold to write more. If I had written more to this story, it wouldn't have made sense. Yay for...happy cold fighting...drugs? Um...just review. I'm gonna go sleep...