Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this story except the non-cannon ones I happened to create one random night and who haunt my dreams scaring me and inviting me into the fandom to stay.

I'm sorry that I haven't updated recently… I've been having hard drive problems (it's been completely reformatted twice now…) and I now have to contend with school and work. hides from the tomatoes being thrown I'll update, I'll update tomatoes stop flying Good, now where was I, oh ya, the new season of Atlantis is airing in US right, and I will not be using anything after Season 2 (haven't seen the rest yet ) So don't worry if you haven't seen anything, I won't be talking about it) That might change at some later date when I've caught up (I'm slow I know… I BLAME SCHOOL! cries in corner)

Anyway, the delay is over… IT'S MICHAEL TEYLA TIME!

Michael's eyes opened with a start, he had been dreaming again. The plans that he had concocted with his loyal followers had been running circles in his mind. He thought continually about what would go right, what could go wrong, and if this was even the best he could do. Information was scarce these days, some of his informers had been discovered, they weren't as careful as he had hoped, and they had been executed. He still had probes set up near his trap which were invisible to the naked eye and any wraith sense. Pacing his small room on the hive ship he contemplated tapping into one of the probes to look once again at the empty landscape of the planet, nothing happened, but he needed to see.

The images came fuzzy at first, the many successive transformations to human had left him out of touch with some of his wraith instincts and they seemed to be at their worst when he went to sleep and first woke up. As the picture cleared in his head, his breath was taken aback, emotions flooded his mind and he tried to block them, he couldn't focus with all these feelings clouding his vision. As the torrent of emotions passed he looked out once again at the landscape; the gate in the distance glowed slightly and he smiled, it was almost time for his plan to begin.

As Michael waited he thought back to the times he had been a human like the Atlantians. The memories were vivid in his mind as he relived the transformation, the unknowingness, the rage, the hunger, the betrayal by those he thought were like him. The wraith had been wronged. He slammed his fists against the consol as the wormhole rippled with movement. His mind flashed to the change in scenery and he watch with apprehension. The first human through the gate was Colonel Sheppard followed closely by Doctor McKay and then Teyla and Ronon bringing up the rear.

Smirking he touched a small red button on the console in his room and watched the startled team being culled by a hidden probe. He laughed, "I have you now my dear friends. And what a reunion this will be." While watching the stars flit by, slowly a smile crept upon his face as hidden emotions stirred deep within his cold heart, masked with a sweet vengeance soon to come.

Sheppard threw up his hands in a defensive position while the rest of the team looked bewildered, "I'm glad you could join me," Michael crooned from the shadows, he emerged as the prisoners in front of him realized where they were,

"Michael… I should have known," Sheppard said disgusted, "What do you need us for this time?"

"I'm sure you'd like to know, but I'm afraid that's on a need to known basis," and before he could be interrupted Michael continued, "And, I'm afraid you just don't need to know, yet." He smiled and walked over to Teyla, trying to contain the excitement he felt being this close to her and smelling the sweat on her body and the sweet odor of her femininity, "And you, you will come with me," he whispered in her ear then nodded to a guard who grabbed her roughly and escorted her after Michael. As the rest of the team cried in despair, Michael smiled smugly and continued, not looking back.

Michael's breath was hot on her neck; she could smell the death that lingered about his person. Wraith all had a suspicious smell, it didn't dissipate when they transformed to human either, it lingered almost as if it were part of their DNA, a cadaverous odor that hinted at their presence and dealings with the reaper. Teyla shied away from his lingering gaze, "What do you want with us," she asked defiantly, "we won't tell you anything." The bonds against her legs and arms were tight, tied with an expertise she hadn't seen in years.

"Oh I would tell you. Spill my darkest secrets, all my plans and desires to your accommodating visage. I would, but not now my dear." He stepped back, her sent intoxicated him like a rich wine, having too much would spoil his appetite for later. Having her here in his presence was such a lubricant for the feelings he repressed and he could feel their pressure on his mind and soul as he fought to keep them locked away. Hiding his struggle he turned her and smiled coyly, "You are my witness to greatness." She looked at him in horror,

"Your greatness, I presume?"

"Who else? Who could be as great and merciful as I?" He laughed, "You shall watch your friends do my bidding." He turned back to the viewing screen, "They've been injected with a special serum I've been developing. After your little dallying into the natural order, I decided to try my hand at messing with genetics."

"No…" he wheeled about and glared at her,

"YES, your people gave me the idea. It's your plan, what is wrong with it when I do the same to you?" The rage contorted his features into an ugly mass of grey, "You have every right to alter a person, no a wraith, not a person by your standards. We're just your guinea pigs, toys to amuse you with. Well you're the same to us. You're food, lab rats, and pests to be exterminated. How does the reciprocal feel. Tell me, enlighten me my dear." Teyla watched him in horror, and yet deep down there was a longing to have him understand, for her to understand why.

Michael turned from her and regained his composure, "Now the experiment begins."