Title: Show No Fear
Chapter Three: You Don't Scare Me
Author: Feral Geek
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, Stargate owns me, however the doctor and wraith in this story are mine, and I use them often.
Summary: HumanxWraith pariring, be afraid, interspecies roamce shall abound in later chapters, not beta-read because if I don't post things fast, I forget about them >.
ONWARDS!
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Two weeks later, and she was gearing up for a mission, stomach in a knot as she arrived to the briefing. Just a short trip to an allied planet for trade, and Adrienne was to accompany her new team off-world for the first time. The people of that planet has a rather advanced form of herbal medicine, and many of the plants that Atlantis traded for has useful properties, so in exchange for her knowledge of extreme surgery, they would explain their methods.
The young doctor listened attentively as Dr. Weir spoke, asking a few questions, but she understood most everything. It was over quickly, and the group made there way to the gateroom to depart. They took no puddlejumper, as the main city was not far from the gate. However they did take extra rounds of ammunition, as well as a few stunners they had commandeered from dead or unconscious wraith, protection should they encounter any enemies, or wraith who often culled this planet. However with the gate nearby, escape to Atlantis should prove easy.
On the topic of the gate…Adrienne could see why some people said it was like 'a ring of standing water.' Slowly one hand extended, touching the blue energy of the wormhole, it even felt like water, cold and smooth to the touch. She did not step though, just feeling the gate until one of the soldiers, a USMC sniper glanced at her, grinning at her actions, "C'mon Peterson." He said, lightly nudging her. He paused and adjusted his grip on the P-90 before continuing, lowered voice causing his accent to thicken "I head this planet has 'almost chocolate'" The pair had become fast friends, Adrienne taking a quick liking to the gun-toting southerner, who learned early on about her slight addiction to chocolate, bringing her a piece of his stash after she had gotten in a major fight with a friend, trying to cheer her up. She just rolled her eyes and stepped though the gate to join the rest of the team.
They had already spread out, and she was met with the sound of gunfire, the sound of fighting…a small party of Wraith had attacked them. However it looked as though the Lanteans were winning, as a few of the Wraith lay on the grass, either unconscious or dead.
You again!
Startled by the appearance of what she had come to call 'her Wraith', and even more startled by the fact that she didn't want him killed, instead she wanted to draw him away from the fight...perhaps if she tried, she could learn something about the Wraith.
She was positive they were not as bad as everyone painted them.
They had to eat...
She blinked, startled by her own thinking, however she dropped the subject as she fired at him, the wounds healing over, but getting his attention. This done, she made a beeline for the trees that lined the clearing, whirling around once they were away from the fighting, one hand resting on the stunner she had been told to carry.
"Before you try to intimidate me...you should know that I am not afraid of you."
That was a lie, and she knew it.
She was scared.
Very, very scared.
But the thought of gaining new knowledge tempted her.
Her curiosity would be her undoing.
She had the sneaking suspicion that he knew it too, because the only reaction was an arched brow, and a low, smooth chuckle.
"Why do you say that?"
His voice made her spine tingle, slightly raspy and low, frightening but strangely appealing.
She paused, contemplating the answer, before replying with complete honesty, "Because I am not afraid of death."
That was how it was in her mind, she was food to him, something to kill and eat, and death held now power over her.
She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of living while he killed her...of him not killing her should he choose to feed.
Adrienne had heard much about the feedings, about what happened should the victim be left alive.
He started forward, and instinctively the stunner went up, one shot and he was down.
She edged closer.
He was down, and hopefully would be for a bit of time.
The young woman shook her head and sighed,
"Beckett will want samples..." she muttered, dropping her pack on the ground and pulling out the kit.
Blood first.
She posed hesitantly above the prone body, studying him.
He looked almost...but not quite...human.
On a sudden impulse, she reached out and lightly touched his arm, the bared skin felt just like hers, a bit warm and dry. "Hn..." carefully she put the hypodermic needle down beside her, and lifted one of his hands, turning it over to look at his palm. For a moment she pressed her own against it, same basic shape, only his was larger.
And there was the feeding slit.
That was the next area of interest; she had felt it, like a wide cut only whole.
She thought it would feel strange, repulsive as it touched her skin, but it didn't...only strange.
So absorbed in her examination of the hand that she didn't notice the slight movement in the other, a slight twitching of fingers that said he was beginning to re-gain motion.
She put the arm down, and continued to watched the Wraith.
She thought the most noticeable difference would be their faces...and skin tone perhaps, where she was a light almost cream color, he carried an almost blue-green color.
"Fascinating."
The word left her lips accompanied by a smile as she reached out, lightly tilting his head up. Wondering if any Wraith had hair color like humans, browns and blonde. She knew that there was white hair, black and red; did it change after a certain age?
Another point of interest were the facial slits-perhaps they served some purpose, yet she had no chance to ponder this question, as only a few seconds as her hand lightly pressed against his cheek, the wide yellow eyes flared open.
