Chapter Six: Contemplate
Adrienne spent the next part of the night with her team, huddled close together by a fire, speaking in low voices.
She reported what she had found in the forest, the downed dart and its pilot, evading any questions that had to do with what she was doing out there alone.
Eventually a few of them went out to examine the ship, and the aged body of its pilot, who had been 'wraithed' as some had begun to call it…fed upon and killed. She hadn't bothered to look down at the body of her would be attacker, only knowing that he was dead, she was safe…not to mention quite confused.
However she chose not to reflect on the events, she was alive, he was dead, end of story, she should be glad that it wasn't the other way around.
In the distance, she could hear the gate activate, much of the festivities halting as people turned to look. However they could see nothing, just a watery blue glow over the hill, which shut off abruptly...someone must have left the world.
The people looked at one another, and slowly things resumed, Adrienne eventually being dragged to her feet, urged to take part in the celebration by her teammates.
Surprisingly enough, she had fun that night.
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He watched in silence, studying the insignificant energy blip that moved about on the screen.
The Wraith he had killed came from an enemy Hive, scouting out the planet as a possible food source, a scout from a weak Hive that was trying to gain a better position by taking on his.
Pure idiocy.
He had already been on the planet, locating areas with concentrated populations of humans, thus the task was given to him, eliminate the scout.
Not that the rival Hive was a threat, far from it, their Queen was weak and young without experience, a fool to think her Hive had any chance.
He had not hesitated to complete his orders, he was a soldier, thus higher in the Hive caste system, but he was young and in the lower ranks. To be given an assignment by the Queen was an honor; normally such a task would have been given to one with more experience, who could be trusted.
The human female had nothing to do with it.
She confused him.
Every
human he interacted with were afraid of him, he could see in their
eyes, in the cowering posture.
Even as they struggled and
screamed defiance, trying to fight the inevitable, they were afraid.
However he saw nothing in her eyes, no matter how hard he tried to get a reaction, those wide grey orbs held no fear, either a cool emptiness, anger, or mocking humor.
But he had seen something while watching the scout advance, pinning her to the hull of his ship, about to feed.
Head turned away, refusing to look at him.
Trying to keep a relaxed pose, but the panic evident in the flutter of her chest as she fought to breathe.
If he hadn't been searching for something, he would have thought she felt nothing.
An angry hiss escaped his lips, eyes narrowing as he continued to watch the small dot that represented her.
She was infuriating.
Confusing, irritating, and alluring all at the same time.
Once someone had told him he would have made a good scientist, he wanted to know things.
Perhaps they had been right in that respect.
Because he wanted to know why she showed him no fear, and why she continued to mock him.
He scowled as the dot finally stopped moving, and he shut the screen down before stalking from the room, thinking as he made his way along the web-like pathways in the central area of the Hive, trying to ignore the few thoughts that kept floating in the back of his head.
She would make a good mate…if she were Wraith.
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Adrienne dreamed, the events of the night playing out in her mind, warping into different scenarios that forced themselves into her mind's eye.
Being caught by the drunken villager.
Fed upon by the strange Wraith.
Her Wraith…killing her, draining her life.
Upon her waking, most of them escaped her thoughts, no matter how she tried to hold onto them, trying to remember as they slipped though her grasp.
However the last one stayed in her mind, distracting her though out their trip back to Atlantis, in her mind during the post mission check-up, and the briefing, her rather distracted expression catching the attention of her teammates, who chalked it up to exhaustion, and escorted her to her room.
She didn't sleep, despite the temptation to do so, the soft pillow and mattress beneath her, the warmth of the blanket, so tempting. She lay awake, disturbed by her dream, remembering it, trying to analyze it.
It meant nothing of course.
It was nothing, just her subconscious.
The moment she told her-self that she regretted it, because the next thing that hit her mind was that she subconsciously wanted to fuck a wraith.
And that was most defiantly not true.
Although…
Her eyes widened as a few of the images from the dream resurfaced, and she groaned loudly, pressing her face into the pillow.
Sometimes she just hated her brain.
-TBC-
