Title: Show No Fear
Author: Feral Geek
Rating: Pg-13 to R, depending on the chapter. Ratings for violence, language, and rabid smut!bunnies
Summary: -stare- if you're on chapter fifteen you don't need a bloody summary.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate or the Wraith, they own me. However Adrienne, Cavan, Dalkar, and this demented plot!bunnie belong to moi, take them without permission and I will flay the miserable life from you bones.
However if you ask I would gladly lend them to you
A/N: 'Amie has her computer back! Leave her reviews and pester her on AIM or MSN if you are bored!(aim: SG spacemonkey 1, msn: valthonistheexilehotmail) It makes her write faster!
All con.crit and suggestions are welcome, and if I squicked you…say so, I love squicking people…its my mission in life.
Sankyuu to my loverly beta-reader Doskosil, who puts up with my crazy fic and overuse of commas! GO shower her with praise and affection!
This chappie hasn't been Beta-read yet, and once it is I shall upload that version, so bear with me.
ON WIF DA FIC!
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Adrienne frowned as her patient was led away, hands bound behind his back, two security teams surrounding him with their guns aimed point-blank at his torso.
"Remember what I said about shooting him." She called after them, shaking her head. The only response was a rather distracted nod from Major Lorne, his eyes glued on their new…guest.
Once the team was out of ear-shot, she whirled about to face the other occupants of the room, the military leader of the expedition as well as the chief medical officer. "Exactly what are you going to do with him?" she was quiet, but the hard edge to her voice flagged the suspicion that her face refused to portray.
As always Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard looked perfectly relaxed to the untrained eye as he leaned against one of beds as he replied, "We need to test the new form of the retro-virus." He might have said more, but Adrienne cut him off, focused on Carson, "What?" the hard edge to her voice returned as she questioned them, "You can't seriously be contemplating that…"
After the attack on Atlantis, a new form of the retro-virus had been created, supposedly it would suppress the Wraith portions of the DNA on a more permanent scale.
It was yet to be tested.
She didn't even give them a chance to speak, "Don't you remember the last time you did something like that?"
The Wraith in Atlantis that had been subject to the aerosol form of the retro-virus had been eliminated, but that was not what she was referring to.
"Now Adrienne" Beckett's tone was soothing, as it trended to be when he was working with a particularly difficult patient.
"Remember Michael" was her flat response, "May I please be excused? I want to go see our new friend" the last word was spat out mockingly. Permission was granted, and she turned on one heel and made her exit.
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Cavan knelt before his Queen.
Unlike the few surviving members of his expedition, his head was not bowed; he was not the perfect picture of an obedient male.
Shoulders back, hands cocked into fists at his sides, he surveyed the raging female as she stalked before him, as beautiful and deadly as a coiled serpent.
A mocking grin parted his lips and a derisive snort escaped him, causing Malka to whirl on him.
An almost delicate looking hand reached out and trailed along his face, so gentle until it caught in his hair, tightening painfully and dragging him closer, "Such insolence shall not be tolerated" she hissed.
The sudden release nearly sent him sprawling.
But still he pushed himself back up, with the nerve to laugh in her face, "You need me to find him" his lip curled in a sneer. Not even the impulsive Malka would destroy him when her child's life lay in the balance.
Dalkar and Cavan were the once that had created the small tracking devices and planted them in the clothing of their Hive leaders. Extra devices were placed in their own things, specifically Cavan's arm braces and Dalkar's jacket.
The duo was also responsible for tracking down any missing Hive members, to free them or eliminate them depending on the situation.
The female looked back at him, "You shall pay for this disrespect later…for now…find my son or I shall suck the life from your very bones."
"Or course My Queen" he replied, the mocking smile flitting onto his face once again, "I already know where his is…give me a Dart and I will personally retrieve him."
Cavan had not spent so much time around Adrienne without being able to identify the Lantean clothing from a distance.
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Playing with the minds of his guards was only amusing for so long.
The two humans stood stiffly beside the door, completely ignoring the visions he projected.
One of them had eventually turned out the lights.
As though a lack of light could stop him…
Could they really be that pitifully stupid?
These were the ones that had defeated his Hive and completely eliminated others?
The idea was laughable.
Years of hunting in the dark gave them night vision twice as good as any human, not to mention the incredibly detailed heat images that came into focus when there was not even enough light to see normally.
All they had to do was tune into that sense, and a dark world glowed brightly, every possible color in the spectrum leaping out.
This form was often used by hunters, far more effective than normal vision. Everything gave off heat, even inanimate objects, and in this spectrum living creatures…specifically humans…gave off an almost blinding light.
So detailed were the heat images that one could make out nearly every detail of whatever they looked at.
He wondered when the humans would figure that one out.
The soft hiss of a door opening dragged him from his contemplations, artificial light flooding in, leaving him momentarily blinded as his eyes adjusted.
The dark silhouette of the newcomer quickly resolved itself as the door closed again, and his eyes fell into the infrared spectrum, studying the female with intensity.
As he watched, she self-consciously pressed her hands against her stomach, the area brighter colored than the rest of her body, but he moved on, the fading traces of red along her neck, still carrying the distinctive shape of a bite mark.
He smirked, mouth opening to speak, however she beat him to it, leaving him speechless with a single questions.
"What is your name?"
Her command of the Wraith tongue was rather good, but the words were sibilant and slightly elongated. However the attitude she assumed when she spoke more than made up for any mistakes.
His mouth snapped shut and he scowled at her, arms locked behind his back, staring down at the small human who dared to question him.
He continued to scrutinize her.
The scent of a Wraith hung about her, half hidden by antiseptic and detergent.
It wasn't his, he could tell, but there was something vaguely familiar about it. Not to mention the nagging sense of familiarity he had felt while she hovered over him in the infirmary.
"Answer? Make things easier."
Just when she looked as thought she would turn and leave, he replied, very quietly, with a bored tone, "Dalkar."
Why not answer; it was just a name, unimportant in the long run.
It elicited a bright smile from her.
"Welcome to Atlantis."
Dalkar just snorted, and continued to watch her, trying to identify what made her seem familiar.
It was in the later hours, as he lay upon the cool floor staring hard at the ceiling, when he realized what had seemed so familiar about her.
The scent that lingered on her clothing and the brown arm-brace she wore belonged to Cavan.
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A/N: XD If anyone was a tad baffled by the extra sense I gave the Wraith, its because of the facial slits, I was contemplating them and then thought 'mebbe they are like the heat sensing pits on some vipers!' because they can't merely be for decoration…well…they can but I liked the idea, they already have highly advanced senses, not to mention freakin telepathy…so why not?
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