Title: Show No Fear
Author: Feral Geek
Rating: Pg-13 to R, depending on the chapter. Ratings for violence, language, and smex
Summary: You know the drill, if you don't know what this story is about, get your sorry ass back to chapter one and start reading! 33
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: -sigh- two days after I got my computer back, I was put on restriction thus my LJ, DeviantArt, Myspace ( wwwdot myspace dot com /anangelicnightmare add me!) and Ff. net have been blocked thus I am relegated to the Main Library to post (and they only let me play for one hour! -scowl-) However I shall not be deterred! I will post even if it kills me! (Not that I can die -immortal-) annnyway…yeah
Wanna see my interpretation of Queen Malka and Dalkar? go to my deviantart! they are the first two deviations; www.xdesolatedxsoulx. con.crit and suggestions are welcome, and if I squicked you…say so, I love squicking people…it's my mission in life.
3 'Amie
ON WIF DA FIC!
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"So you are the little thief that so torments Cavan?"
The question left his lips the moment the female stepped into the room.
The lights were back on, giving the room and its occupants a strange, greenish tinge.
Her mouth hung open for a moment, and she regarded him with an almost comical expression.
Her eyes narrowed and her head whipped around, focusing on the guards who now watched with a less than professional interest, "I would like some privacy…I will call for you if assistance is required."
The pair looked dubious, about to deny her request when she sighed, "Stand outside the door if you must, but please. Get. Out."
Dalkar nearly chuckled as the soldiers made their exit, eyes flicking between the female and their captive.
Clearly they wanted to know what had provoked his sudden question.
Only when the doors had finally closed and they were alone did she turn to regard him, "I don't think torment is the proper word…anymore that is." arms folded across her chest and she regarded him with a twisted smile.
Dalkar smirked in return, thinking that this human was a warped one.
It was good.
If she had been Wraith, the pair would have gotten along nicely.
Such a pity.
"Tell me…what were you doing when you were captured?"
The question was so random, a quick topic change that only fed the young Wraith's curiosity.
However he let the questions that came to mind rest, perhaps if he played along Cavan would be able to get a fix on his location and come for him.
"Hunting." a bored drawl laced his reply, he would answer her questions, but he would make it hard for her.
The longer she was here with him, the less bored he was.
Others came to question him, threaten him.
He would never reply to them, they who acted like the mindless cattle that they were portrayed to be.
They did not wish to learn, they came to mock him, as though mindless taunts would get him to reveal anything to them.
Some prowling around his prison always just out of reach, how he loathed them.
Others jittery, jumpy and staying as far away as possible, armed with stunners and guns and needles, they amused him, and the grin that they brought to his face only made them back away.
But with all of them came the attitude of superiority, but mingled with the stench of fear.
It made him sick.
How dare they think they were better than him?
Once again she jolted him out of his thoughts, seating herself on the floor in front of him, "Hunting what? Humans?"
Clearly she meant to stay here for some time, and while staring down at the human made him feel a bit less annoyed, he seated himself, mimicking the pose she assumed.
"We do not hunt humans." he replied, "We derive no pleasure from chasing something we can acquire by walking to a storage area."
"But you have Runners."
"We do not eat them."
"Then why chase them? You could be doing something much more effective."
"Training. The younger ones must learn to track the enemy."
She blinked, finally realizing that she had gone off-topic, "So you were hunting Wraith?"
Dalkar simply arched an eyebrow, as though to ask 'what do you think?'
"Why?"
Once again he looked upon her as though she was a lesser mind, the answer was so obvious.
"There is not enough food left."
"So…you hunt weaker Hives…to eliminate the opposition and gain new feeding grounds?"
A slight nod.
This one was a fast learner, he approved of this.
The conversation would have gone on, but the doors hissed open and a small group stepped inside, Colonel Sheppard and Dr. Weir stepping inside, flanked by marines toting stunners and P-90s.
'this should prove interesting' Dalkar smirked faintly as the female stood, giving the pair a look that would have bordered on insubordination.
Fascinating.
Apparently among these humans, it was fine to question the leaders, to voice opinions, as this one clearly did.
The male with unruly hair…Sheppard, the others called him, opened his mouth as if to speak, only to pause and lightly touch the device attached to his ear.
The three humans exchanged a look, turning and heading from the room as one, their brisk pace indicated a problem.
The Hive had come for him.
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The tension in the Gateroom was thick, almost tangible, sliding over their skin and creeping down their throats, all around them people looked ill.
Another attack.
Once again a transmission sounded, a cool, clear voice speaking to them.
Malka addressed the rebellious humans from a Hive ship that had entered the long range sensors.
The Lanteans watched as a single, small fleck broke away from the main body, speeding toward Atlantis.
A single Dart, closing in at top speed.
Once again, the Hive Queen's voice rang through the Gateroom; "We know you are there, and we know you have him. We had sent a single craft with a negotiator. We shall discuss the terms of the prisoner's release through him. Should the negotiator or prisoner be harmed, we will not hesitate to attack."
There was a slight pause before she continued, "Should you refuse to release the prisoner, we will notify the closest Hives and obliterate you."
The next pause hissed softly as through the transmission was interrupted, "What say you?"
The transmission continued to hiss softly as the technicians began to speak softly, Weir and Sheppard looked to one another, and Adrienne watched.
As the silence grew, she finally asked for permission to speak to the Wraith.
Arched eyebrows all around the room, and eyes focused on her as she was denied.
"Then you should accept the terms and send out a jumper to meet the Dart, if we do not comply we will not only loose Atlantis, we could be damming Earth…if we comply…we stand some sort of chance."
Suddenly Doctor Weir looked tired, and Adrienne regretted the attitude she had shown her leader over the past few weeks. "I will go to the jumper bay to meet the negotiator." she added, this time quiet, the glance she fixed them with was apologetic, and she turned from the room, slinking out.
Elizabeth sighed softly, and began to speak, "We have driven he Wraith back not once, but twice, if you attack unprovoked you risk your destruction. We will not harm the prisoner or negotiator unless we are forced to…we are sending a ship out to meet your person."
There was no reply, the transmission simply cut out, and the uneasy feeling remained as Colonel Sheppard made his way out to the Jumper Bay, he would pilot the escort, standing the best chance against the Dart should it attack.
This could prove to be their undoing, or the beginning of something terrifyingly new.
-TBC-
