Sorry for the long delay, I have not be feeling well lately. Anyways hopefully the next chapter will come sooner. Hope you enjoy it!
Caught
I am jerked awake by a sharp pain in my left hand. I try to pull it away but can't. When my eyes adjust to the bright light I see the dark hair man with the white coat looking surprise at me. "Oh hullo there, you're awake," he says smiling, "I wasn't expecting that." My wrist and ankles are held down to a hard bed by black straps in the middle of an empty room with a glaring light shinning down on me. A sudden pain in my left feeding slit makes me struggle against my bonds and yelp. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" asks the man in his shrill little voice. He is holding a small blade in his hand and from the feeling was probably trying to cut into my feeding slit. "Is it sensitive?" he asks again a gloved finger rubbing the rough ellipse in my palm. I curl my hand into a fist quickly all the while knowing that my unguarded hand will do little good. "I guess it is," mutters the man walking around to my other hand. He carefully unwraps the soft bandage placed around my injured feeding slit. "Why haven't you healed it?" He asks examining the wound. "It's still bleeding," he says alarmed. I have already closed the large veins and arteries but I do not have the strength to repair the rest of the damage.
A female comes up to me. She reaches for my wound on my head but I pull back and hiss. She pulls her hand back quickly.
"It's alright," she says smiling, "I won't hurt you." I eye her cautiously. She tries again slower. This time I allow her to push back my hair and clean the wound on my head. Sheppard comes up to her.
"It's it life-treating?" he asks.
"No, not really, though it could get infected." Says the woman.
"Good," says Sheppard, "Take them to the brig."
"I wouldn't be so sure, col. Her feeding slit has yet to heal. That concerns me." Says the man in his shrill voice.
"Well good she can eat anyone." Says Sheppard.
"Colonel! How---" says the man in the white coat but Sheppard interrupts him.
"Calm down doc, I'm joking well sort of. Very well, you can keep her, but Michael is going to the brig."
"Very well then, I'll keep her. She doesn't have a name yet?"
"No, not yet trying to think of something that goes with Michael." He walks out of the room. I stare around at the drab room and squint my eyes against the light.
"Do you have a name?" asks the doctor. I merely stare at him silently. "Wraith have names, right?...What about Michael? He has a name doesn't he?" Finally he sighs and walks over to a tray with instruments on it. I try to reach for Michael with my mind, but cannot establish a link. He is alive and I can sense his presence but he is either still unconscious or sleeping.
"You're going to feel a little stick." Says the doctor. I watch as he sticks the needle into my flesh. My body fights against the intruder trying to rid me of the forgien object. Wraith physicians use a medicine that numbs the healing powers in the area so that our bodies do not fight the help. Without it, my body tries in vain to rid itself of the object causing pain and irritation. I whimper unhappily.
"Does it hurt?" asks the white-coated man, "I'm sorry; I just need a little blood." I watch as the vials full with the deep burgundy liquid. After he is finished, he attracts at tube to the needle. I can feel cold fluids entering my body calming the pain and irritation. I shiver chilled.
"Cold? Here this should help." Says the doctor covering me in a white blanket. I wish Michael was here to comfort me.
"Michael." I moan quietly.
"What was that? Michael? Do you want to see Michael?" asks the man starring at me. I nod. "You two are mates aren't you? That's why we found you together. I should tell Dr. Weir and Col. Sheppard." The brown hair leader walks in nearing running into the doctor on his way out. "Dr. Weir I was just coming to see you." Says the doctor hurriedly.
"How's our guest doing?" she asks as she moves towards me.
"Well, I assume. Her hand has yet to heal which is worrying me. She's a young queen from the looks of it only about in her twenties by our standards. The interesting thing is I think she and Michael are partners." Says the doctor with triumphant.
"Partners? I thought that the wraith reproduced some other way." Says the leader looking down at me.
"True, yes, we don't know how it exactly works, we don't know. I can only conclude that the guards that wear those masks are born differently than the males and females. From my scans, I have been able to conclude that biological she is constructed much like a human female. In fact the major difference is that there is more room for offspring to develop. " concludes the doctor.
"So she can have lots of kids?" says the woman eying me.
"Yes, but I doubt she has had children yet leading to the conclusion of her young age."
"Why haven't you heal yourself yet?" the leader asks me.
"I think she---" the leader interrupts.
"Let her speak for herself, Carson." Both of them stare at me. I glare back at the leader. She is testing me. I can feel it. She stares at me waiting, judging.
"Very well, Carson send her to the brig. Perhaps Michael can reason with her."
Two solders come in. they release my hands but quickly tie them behind my back. they force me up and down the long Atlantean halls. I look up startled by how much I recognize. We reach a large room with a cage in it. The door opens and Michael is inside curled up in a comer asleep. They push me in cutting the rope that holds my hands. I rush over to Michael alarmed that he has not woken. He seems fine. I lift his head onto my lap stroking his short hair. I am alerted by a soft laugh. One of the guards stares at me pointing. I am aware of just how revealing my dress really is. Fine for a walk with my mate, but as a display item it is horrible. I cover my breasts self- consciously. In a few minutes Michael begins to stir.
"I'll be there in a few minutes." Mumbles Michael.
"Michael, Michael wake up." I growl shaking him. He opens his eyes and stares at me blankly. "Michael, it's me, Matia, remember?" I beg.
"I don't know you." He says sitting up startled. "Why does my head hurt?"
"Michael, snap out of it. What's wrong?" I beg grasping his shoulders. He frowns pushing me away. "Michael, remember." I beg staring at him.
"Why do you call me Michael? My name is Lyntel. Who are you? Where are we?" he asks turning to me.
"Michael, remember. I'm Matia your mate. You sleep with me only last night." I beg. What will I do if he can't remember me?
"I have never met you before now." He says. I breathe hard holding back the tears. "You're hurt." He says coming over to me. I turn my head away. He reaches for my chin turning my head towards him. He stares at me then looks at my wound. I hiss in pain as he touches it. He backs off then turns and goes over to another part of the cage. I pull my knees to my chest wrapping my arms around them. I bury my head letting the tears come.
I glance up sometime later. Although it is dark outside, the room is lit with a glaring light. Michael is sitting in the opposite corner. Were he any other male, I would expect this behavior, but this was my mate. He should be standing by me guarding me as he had done only hours earlier. I shiver in the cold. I can't stand it anymore. I walk over to Michael. He adverts his eyes respectfully. I sit by him turning his face towards me. "You don't remember me?" I ask hoping he stares at me strangely. He shakes his head. "Do you remember this place? Or him?" I ask pointing to Sheppard who has walked in. Michael stands up stepping in front of me protectively. I guess somethings are just instinctual.
"Guarding your girlfriend, Mikey? What's her name? how about Maria. Yes, Michael and Maria that sounds good." teases Sheppard. Michael stares at him blankly. "I know you remember me."
"Why do you speak to me this way human? I know you not." Remarks Michael.
"Why of course you do. It was I and my friends who made you human." Answers Sheppard coyly.
"I was never human." Growls Michael. Sheppard cocks his head then leaves.
"Michael, how do you explain this?" I ask showing him the convent marking on my shoulder, "You have one exactly like it."
"So I do, but I don't remember getting it, or ever seeing you before." He says crossing his arms annoyed. I hit the bars in frustration recoiling as an invisible shield appears. Michael comes up to help me but I turn my back to him and hiss. In a few minutes Sheppard returns with Ronon. They open the door and stun Michael. I jump in front of them wanting to protect Michael.
"Doc wants her too, but awake." Says Sheppard. Ronon boldly grabs one of my arms and Sheppard the other. They tie them behind my back again and lead me to a room with the man in his normal white coat from before in there. I am forced onto a bed where my hands are chained.
"Hello, Maria." He says in his high pitched voice.
"What did you do to Michael?" I hiss.
"Oh, so you can talk. I don't know what happened to Michael. I was hoping you could tell me." he says smiling falsely
"Where is he?"
"He is in another room like this one sleeping."
"I want to see him." I lift my head hissing like I would on the hive when upset or angry.
The doctor backs up surprised but says, "You are a little sip-fire aren't ya'. Now calm down I'm not going to hurt you. I need you to lie down." I just stare at him. "Please cooperate, Maria. It will be much easier for you if you do. I know you don't trust me, but I'm not going to hurt you." I lay down as best I can since my hands are chain. "Good girl." He says smiling. A guard comes in and then the doctor gently unchains one of my hands binding it instead in the black straps. Once I am fully tied down, he sticks the needle back in my arm apologizing for the pain.
"Good Maria, good girl." says the doctor smiling. "Here this is going to make you sleepy." He puts some fluid in my arm. After a few minutes I can feel my mind become blurry and eyelids heavy. I glance up slowly as I hear the door open. Teyla walks in slowly dressed in a small dress. She looks nervous and stares almost angrily at me.
"Are you ready, love?" asks the doctor.
"Yes, Carson I believe so." She says quietly.
"All be right here to jult you out encase anything happens." Says the doctor. Teyla nods then closes her eyes and breathes deeply.
Suddenly I feel her presence in my mind. I toss up walls as quick as I can. She is go at this for a human, but I am a queen she can't hurt me. I close my eyes concentrating. It hurts as she tries to dig deeper into my mind. I put up more walls as fast as I can.
Teyla sighs and stops, "I cannot read her. She has one of the strongest minds I have encountered. Even stronger than the wraith queen on the drilling platform. Perhaps if she were sleeper and I stronger, I could find out more."
"Alright then, have you cleared this with Weir?" asks the doctor.
"Yes, I'll be rested in a few hours."
"Very well, I'll be here." She smiles and leaves as I watch cautious of her. The doctor sighs and shakes his head.
"I want to see Michael!" I hiss. Normally I would cross my arms, but I can't being tied down.
"More demands, Little Sip-fire? Sorry can't do that. you may see him later." Laughs the doctor. I sigh sulking. "Now don't sulk. What is it with these wraith? You think you can get anything you want don't ya'. Sleep now, it's the most comfortable you're going to get for a while." He shakes his head again chuckling. He picks up a small scanner and runs it over me. he stares at it for a minute processing the data. Frowning, he scans me again. Finally he shakes his head and leaves the room sending in an extra guard to watch me. I lie back resting.
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