Title: Show No Fear
Author: Feral Geek/Mad Hatts Munky
Rating: uh…R? damned if I know
Summary: A doctor from Atlantis and a Wraith meet several times off-world, romance ensues, this is chapter nine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, Stargate owns ME. All I have are a small plushie wraith, and the characters Adrienne and the still unnamed wraith.
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A/N: Well then, I suppose I have to warn all of you…that way if you get squicked by anything, you can't complain.
Although nothing really happens…
-shrug-
there is kissing ahead!
Ye be warned…
Enjoy the fic…
Oh! And if anyone wants to help in the naming of the Wraith? HELPHELPHELPPLEEEEEEEASE!
3 'amie
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The sensation was indescribable.
Bodies pressed together, tripping over feet, chest heaving as they parted, gasping for air.
Hands were everywhere, touching anything they could, fingers twined in dreadlocked hair, sharp talons digging into skin.
They lost their balance and slammed into the wall.
Adrienne broke the kiss for a moment; head tilted back, a hiss of pain escaping her lips, followed by a startled gasp countered by a laugh.
He bit her…not hard, but enough that there would be a mark.
They moved together again, braced against the wall, the resulting sounds were muffled gasps and moans, the occasional giggle parting the silence.
When a voice cut into her ear it felt like her heart stopped, and her chest constricted.
Just the comm-link, she was needed in the infirmary ASAP.
Regretfully she drew away, and studied her Wraith for a moment, waiting for something, "You have to go." She eventually said voice faint as she waited for a reply. The reply was a nod, and the grip around her waist slackened and he stepped away, turning to walk down the hall, back the way he came.
"Wait." She grabbed his wrist, halting his exit, "Your name?"
He shook his head, "There will be time for such things later." He replied, gently extricating himself from her grip, ignoring the faint "But…"
She sighed and watched him depart, before heading in the opposite direction to the infirmary, straightening her clothing and hair as she went.
If anyone noted the discreet bite mark on her throat, they said nothing, just passing out orders; the wounded were straggling in now that the retrovirus had been released.
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He refused to think about what had just happened as he continued down the halls, heading for the area that he had hidden the Dart in.
She had told him to leave, and the look in her eyes explained that if he wanted to live, he had to go swiftly.
The pained screams of his kin echoed in the distance hastened his retreat.
It did not take long to reach the small craft, scanning the dark screen. A number of his fellow soldiers were fleeing the city, and the Lanteans were letting them, more concerned with the Wraith still trapped within Atlantis.
He engaged the auto-pilot and slumped back into the seat, mind racing.
He would never know what had possessed him, what made him act upon that impulse.
It went against everything that he had been taught as a child, humans were food to be eaten and nothing more.
Although it was not unheard of for one to mate with a human…
He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought.
It was unnatural.
The voice in the back of his head kept picking at him; nothing that felt so good could be unnatural…besides…she would make a fine mate.
He growled, and tried to focus on the screen, keeping his mind as blank as possible as he re-entered the Hive.
Unlike with the Lanteans, there was no reporting back to a superior, it was known that they had lost, there was no other explanation.
They had failed their Queen.
In silence he walked along the web-like pathways, heading for his quarters, longing for sleep, anything to rid his mind of these thoughts.
He barley paid any respect to those above him.
Under normal circumstances, such insolence would not have been tolerated, but as he just returned from a major battle, his attitude was ignored.
The Wraith had a strict caste system, it was a matriarchal society, the highest female being the Queen.
In the Wraith population, there were fewer females than there were males, and thus they were prized, they were what kept the Hive going, kept their race alive.
Even the lowest female was of more importance than most males.
Just thinking about the system dragged his mind back to the female he had met…the little thief.
At first the term had been one of annoyance, however it slowly grew to have an almost affectionate connotation.
She was stronger than many of the humans he encountered, she showed him nothing but defiance, mocking him constantly, driving him mad.
He watched as the doors to his room open, still contemplating the human as he stepped inside.
Females took mates for a number of different reasons; protection, to procreate, and mutual attraction were a few of those reasons.
Often it was just a matter of choosing the male that could best care for them and any young.
"No." he growled faintly, and refused to follow the train of thought as he tried to go to sleep.
However if popped into his head just as he drifted off…
Caringfor the little thief wouldn't be hard at all.
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A/N: och -massages head- that chapter was hard to write.
So…opinions? Questions? Complaints? If ya read it, please leave a comment they make me write faster.
