It hadn't even been an hour and he was tired of the whole situation. He began pacing back and forth, his eyes long ago becoming accustomed to the light. Every once and awhile he would growl softly to himself. He hated wasting time, and this was the biggest waste ever. Finally John could not take it.
"Seriously Tom, just sit down! They will fill us in when they can." He grumbled, running a hand through his hair. Since she fell, the young girl had not said a word, but Val was very aware of her presence in the corner. Her soft breathing, the slow heart beat. She was drifting off. Suddenly Val got an idea to keep himself entertained. Stalking towards the girl, he gently brushed his hand against her cheek, and just as silently made his way back to his desk. She jerked away with a yelp and looked around, unable to see anything close by. "What's up?" John asked, looking towards the girl.
"I thought… Nothing, sorry sir." She said softly, folding her arms and leaning back. In the dark Val grinned slightly. Oh yes this would be easy. A few more minutes went by, and using what little wraith ability he had, he became the shadows, and moved silently around her. Soft whispers, phantom movements, until she jumped, causing her chair to clatter to the ground. All the while Val stood silently in his corner, sitting on the stood.
"What the hell Erins?" John growled, startled by the sound himself. Val smiled again, watching the scene with his sharp vision. She brushed herself off and looked around confused.
"I'm sorry colonel, I could have sworn…" She shook her head standing up and walking back and forth. She knew she saw something. John groaned and she cringed. The last thing she needed to do was make her Commanding Officer unhappy.
"Erins, spit it out." John ordered, is patience was running out, and this was supposed to be his break. Not to mention he was missing a date. She twisted her sleeve as she pondered what to say, she was glad it was dark.
"It's nothing sir, I was drifting off, and started awake. I'm sorry." She covered smoothly for herself and John seemed satisfied, not once suspecting Val for the disturbances. After giving John a moment to calm down, Val approached Erins. Standing silently behind her, she accidently backed into him. She was about to let out a yelp, but he covered her mouth. He leaned down until his lips almost touched her ear.
"Shh, you wouldn't want him to get mad again." He purred. He felt a shiver run down her spine as her whole body tensed. He smiled to himself, enjoying his game. "Now, I have a question for you." He purred in her mind. He could feel her try to block him from her mind, but it was a pathetic attempt, humans were not trained in this.
"What?" she finally demanded in her mind, but he could sense her unease, unused to such a way of communication. He chuckled and pulled away from her, but only for a second. The longer the silence continued, the more she started to squirm. His grip tightened, freezing her in terror. Val was strong, even for a wraith.
"Hold still." He growled softly. Captain Erins had had enough. She tried pushing him away, reaching for her weapon, but he snagged her wrist. "You wouldn't want to do something like that." He hissed, mostly annoyed she thought about shooting him.
"And why not? I don't think anyone would be to heart broken." It was a very pointed attack, and it hit the spot she wanted. He took a moment to call down, not letting her control the situation like that. He was the one in charge here.
"Harsh words for such a beautiful face." He whispered, leaning his lips back to her ear. He felt that blood rush run through her body. A physical response humans just can't hide. He smiled, taking it a bit farther. He let his lips brushed across the tip of her ear, and the blood rushed again. Her body tensed as she tried to grab at his arms. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked innocently.
"Let me go!" She demanded, and suddenly he was gone. She stumbled back in the new open space around her. Glancing around, she could not see any sign, nor hear him. Just then the lights flickered on and the doors slid open. John was the first to burst out, not suspecting anything, for Val was still in his original corner.
"Thank God!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up. Bethany Erins was the next one out. She passed a mirror and gasped. Her face was flushed deep red, and small sweat beads formed at her hair line. Had he really made her blush that much? She wiped her face and took a deep breath. Turning to glance at him she yelped and ran into the wall to find him standing right beside her. How does he do that? Val's expression was blank as he excited the room; his guards followed him around the corner. She watched him go then sighed. What had happened in there? "You alright Captain?" John's voice came from behind. She turned around, forcing a clam smile.
"Yes, of course, I'm fine sir." She said as convincing as she could, John didn't fall for it. He eyed her for a moment, crossing his arms.
"Take the rest of the day off Erins, you seem edgy." He said, then turned and left her. Letting her shoulders slump, she turned to her room. Perhaps all she needed was some rest. Maybe she had imagined the whole thing; she had been exhausted all day, going on 36 hours without sleep. When she made it to her room she rubbed her shoulders then quickly stripped off her uniform. Tip toeing she stepped into the shower and let the water run over her, calming. When she finished, she only managed to get a tank top and underwear on when she collapsed on her bed and fell asleep. At first she slept peacefully, and then it was interrupted.
She stood in the gate room of Atlantis. No one else was there, not a single soul, and then suddenly he appeared. He stood on the last few stairs, one leg higher than the other. He stood so tall and strong, shoulders back, head up. That smooth human, yet eerily alien face was expressionless. But his eyes, those green and blue voids were locked on her. His white hair gleamed in the pouring sun light from a nearby window. His hands were clasped behind his back, unintentionally flexing his arms. It was then she noticed he wasn't wearing his wraith uniform. He wore a tight black t shirt, Atlantis standard issue blue pants and black combat boots. His skin was pale, but the muscles were perfectly accented. Caught up in his appearance she didn't notice the smirk that had overcome his lips. Slowly he made his way down the few steps and he walked towards her. He moved silently and gracefully, stopping just a few feet from her. It was then an overwhelming masculine yet sweet smell rushed over her. It was like summer rain on hot pavement. It over took her and she stumbled back. He reached out and grabbed her. His touch was cool, but not cold, it was gentle and smooth as he pulled her into him. Bowing his head he pressed those sweet lips to her neck. "I like you this way." He mused then pulled back. She looked down and noticed she was wearing what she was sleeping in.
She jumped awake, her chest heaving. She ran her hands down her face, trying to rub the strange dream away, but then the faint scent of rain washed by her. She froze. Had he been here? She pulled the covers over her and stared around the dimly lit room. She squeezed her eyes closed. What was she doing? What was happening to her? She refused to acknowledge she was falling for an alien. Besides, guys like that simply didn't fall for girls like her. She buried her face in her blankets and tried to sleep again. The rest of the night his face dominated her dreams.
Val sat silently in his room. It was dark and his guards were already drifting off. Closing his eyes he worked on the control he had with his mind. What came naturally to wraith, he struggled to master. All night he searched out the girl he had met in the lab. He spent it learning about her, her past, her dreams, and her wants. But he found himself caught off guard when she latched onto his mind and dragged her into her dream. He found himself in Atlantis's gate room. Silently he stood there, trying to figure out how she had done such a thing. Her mind obviously had been looking for him. The thought amused him; a gentle smile crossed his face, which turned into a smirk when he noticed his clothing and hers. It was her dream, not his, he thought to himself. Walking towards her he went to hold her, only to find she had severed the connection. His eyes shot open, back to his room. That was a strange sensation for him. Usually people do not latch to wraith presences, yet she had, and clung to it. Perhaps he had influenced her more than he had intended.
Leaning back on the bed he closed his eyes into sleep, the whole night feeling her tug. Not only had she latched onto him when he was there, she now was searching him out. It was an unconscious effort, but intriguing none the less. Sometime he would let himself drift towards her, and then cut it. He may have been torturing her the whole night, but it was far to fun, and interesting.