Title: Show No Fear

Author: Feral Geek

Summary: Human and Wraith meet offworld, romance develops.

Disclaimer: I don't own stargate, stargate owns me, however Adrienne and the yet-to-be-named-wraith are mine...I need help naming him . -not good at names-

Chapter Five: Sanctuary

A few days later, and Adrienne was back on that planet. Earlier in the Day she had been assisting the aging healer with a young man who had been mauled by the planet's equivalent of a bear.

Under normal circumstances the boy could have died from blood-loss, or at least lost a limb, which he nearly had.

Yet while unexpected, the operation was a success.

That could only be expected, as Adrienne not only specialized in toxins, but in trauma surgery, thus she had managed to put him back together, and after a good rehabilitation period, he should regain full function of his limbs. After this, the team was invited to stay the night.

They graciously accepted.

At the moment she sat alone by a lake, perched atop a flat boulder, staring out at the crystal waters and the twin moons they reflected, full and gleaming beautifully.

It was so peaceful.

The sounds of the celebration sounded in the distance, the smell of food wafting closer with the breeze. Had she still been hungry, she would have joined in the festivities, and in truth she had seriously contemplated joining them. However the allure of the water and the feeling of peace had lured her to this place.

"I believe you have something for me." The voice was rough, slightly slurred startling in her ear, and she nearly fell off her rock as she turned to face the speaker.

One o the men from the village, she had felt his eyes on her earlier in the day.

"What do you want?" her voice was cool, contradicting the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Somehow this man, with the leering smile and gleaming eyes was far scarier than her Wraith.

"You know exactly what I want." One arm snaked out and grasped her wrist, blunt nails digging into the soft leather of her stolen wrist-brace. She had figured out how to tighten the material the night before, and if any of her companions noticed her wearing it, they said nothing.

She tried to pull back, and was met by mocking laughter, putrid breath on her neck…hands…touching.

Touching!

Her skin crawled, and her next reactions was a sharp backhanded slap, leaving him in a bit of a daze, long enough for her to pull free and bolt, seeking refuge in the surrounding forest.

Adrienne had no clue as the where she was going as the dark shapes of leaves flew past her, branches snagging her shirt and arms, all she could think of was run.

Run like she had run years before, and hide from the sound of her pursuer, drunken laughter reaching her ears, although faint.

One of the few things she was afraid of.

The reason she had taught herself to not be afraid, to show nothing.

She sought refuge in the first place she found, a downed Wraith 'Dart', covered in soot and blackened in places, gouges in the sleek sides from what had to be a rough fall from the sky.

As she curled up in the cockpit, she began to relax, quietly talking to herself, reminding herself that she could take care of herself now, there was no need to hide, she could fight back.

Once relatively calm, but still rather shaky, she stood and jumped from the craft, landing softly upon the grass. She stretched out as she stood fully, nearly smacking right into someone.

She didn't even look up as her hands slammed into the hard chest, as though to push the person away.

However the feeling of smooth leather beneath her hands made her look up.

"Oops."

It was a Wraith.

Not her Wraith, this Wraith dressed more in the manner of the one that had been nicknamed 'Steve'.

Her Wraith wore brown leather, worn and a bit ragged on the edges, with metal armor over it.

Adrienne took a step back, "Sorry 'bout that." She said easily, glancing about for means of escape. The Dart was behind her, no way to run, the sides were open and the advancing Wraith had her fixed with a rather hungry look, blocking off the front.

As her back touched the hull of the small ship, her looked away, eyes closed, waiting.

Nothing happened.

Slowly she opened her eyes, and looked back over.

"I thought you weren't afraid." An almost familiar voice whispered in her ear.

She nearly hugged him.

Instead she settled for two words, "Fuck you."

He raised an eyebrow at that, "Is that really any way to thank me?" he asked slowly, voice mocking as he stepped closer, "I just kept him from feeding off of you."

Adrienne adopted a sweet smile and closed the small gap between them, "My hero." She sighed, an imitation of the traditional damsel in distress upon meeting her knight in shining armor.

Not that he was much of a knight in shining armor…

But still.

She stood on tiptoe, having to place a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she planted a light kiss on his cheek, then released him, laughed, and walked away.

The Wraith just stood there, startled as she made her way back to the village.

They would meet again, he knew it, but she didn't.

That tracking device embedded in the leather brace she had stolen would assure that.