Lorne was hot. Too hot. He was burning up, and he was soaking wet. The Wraith had sat him near the steaming pipe, and the Major was feeling the heat. Lorne had been with the creature for a little over thirty minutes, and the fact that it had displayed no signs of wanting to suck the life out of him made Lorne edgy. For some reason, not knowing what the Wraith was up to was worse than thinking he was about to die.
"Hey. You." The Wraith, who had been looking at a control panel near one of the pipes, glanced up at him.
"You got a name?"
The Wraith returned to his gaze to the panel, without responding.
"Okay… Well, everyone's gotta have a name." Lorne said, and smiled for the first time in half an hour as he remembered stories of Colonel Sheppard naming captured Wraith.
"How about Gordon?"
The Wraith did not look up.
"Yeah. Gordon. You look like a Gordon. So, whatcha doin', Gordon?"
"That is of no concern to you, human", the Wraith growled.
"Huh. Well, seeing as I live here, and my friends live here, I'd say it was my concern." Lorne said, wincing slightly as he accidentally shifted his arm. The Wraith ignored him. Lorne noticed his handgun sitting on the panel next to the Wraith.
"So, Gordon," Lorne began, eyeing the gun. "Are you gonna eat me already or do I have to cook to death first? I thought you guys liked your dinner… raw?"
The Wraith looked up again and glanced at the steaming pipe. Without saying anything, he walked towards the Major and dragged him to a cooler area of the room, before returning to the panel. Lorne was in agony, the creature had dragged him by his left arm again, but he was glad to be away from the pipe. However, unfortunately, he could no longer see his gun. He was also astonished that the Wraith had bothered to move him. Usually Wraith didn't care how you felt, as long as you were alive when they started feeding on you. 'But then again', thought Lorne, 'maybe he thought I'd die from the heat. Maybe he's just tryin' to keep me alive until he's finished whatever he's doing, and then he'll kill me.'
"Uh… thanks", Lorne said, hoping to keep the creature sweet. He didn't particularly want it to suck the life out of him. The Wraith grunted and moved to a different panel, studying it just as closely as it had the first one.
Lorne could see a lot better now. Before it was just a dark haze, now he could make out shapes. The room seemed larger than he'd first thought, and it had a high ceiling. As he looked up, another sharp pain shot suddenly down Lorne's arm and torso, and he yelped. The Wraith's head snapped up.
"What is it, human?"
"My arm. I think it's broken. These bonds are diggin' in a hell of a lot. Think you could do somethin' about that?"
"No." The Wraith looked down again.
"Didn't think so." Lorne said. "And it's Lorne by the way."
"What is Lorne?" The Wraith looked up at him again, slightly puzzled. It was an unusual expression to see on the face of a Wraith.
"My name. I'm not called 'human', my name is Lorne."
"Very well." said the Wraith, and it turned away from him.