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. All I own is a laptop (like the ones in Stargate Atlantis! -squee-), a small plushie wraith named Malchus(who can be viewed on my deviantart as soon as I finish his coat), and honorary Steve Plushie, and of course the plotbunnie used for this fic, and the original characters used in it.
Take them and I sic my plushie on you.
A/N: I've got my computer back! yaaaaay!
Okay! I'm thinking of making 'Show No Fear' into a series, any thoughts on that?
All questions, comments, and flames should be directed to 'Amie, you can leave them in a review, or send me a message. My contacts are on my author page
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ON WIF DA FIC!
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Surprisingly, she was not the only person in the jumper bay awaiting the Wraith negotiator.
The sniper from her off world team and a female geologist were the ones she knew. The rest of the motley group was made of soldiers who had been gearing up for a mission and were redirected to a security detail.
She frowned at the two she knew, who shrugged back, the geologist saying, "We aren't going to let you open your mouth and mess things up." the voice was deadpan, but the ice colored eyes glittered with mirth.
Adrienne made a face at the other, knowing she was trying to relieve the tension that had settled over the room, and glanced up as the jumper piloted by Colonel Sheppard rose into the air, humming softly as it departed.
It wasn't long until the humming returned, accompanied by the sharp whine emitted by a Dart.
Silently she probed the Dart, while she could not fully enter the Wraith mind network, or even convey and accept full thoughts, it was a simple matter to detect the number of Wraith, and their emotion when they were close by.
She suspected that the child that grew inside her was what was connecting her and that once they separated, the new talent would vanish just as swiftly as it had come.
She felt but one presence, vaguely familiar to her.
Each Wraith must have a different feeling or sensation that separated them in the network.
Dalkar's was familiar by now, as he was the one that had alerted her to her talent, a burning rage pouring into her in the middle of the night had jolted her from her sleep as she tried to project calming waves down to the source, and slowly the rage subsided.
The next day she had spent an hour staring at him, startled by the new revelation.
The Wraith within the Dart was projecting a feeling of annoyance that partially hid an almost…excited…feeling.
As the soldiers surrounded the sleek craft, the opaque hood disappeared and the pilot stepped out, ignoring the weapons trained on him.
The
clothes were different and the hair was clean, but the face was the
same. A slight sneer curling his lips, yellow eyes narrowed as he
viewed the surrounding humans with open disdain.
The eyes fell on
her, and widened a fraction and shock hit her, a feeling like being
plunged into ice water.
Silence and an arched eyebrow was all he
offered in reply to the smirk that twisted her lips, "Welcome to
Atlantis." she said, one arm sweeping out as she led the group down
the halls.
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The times that he could find nothing to say
were few and far between.
This was one of those times.
Like a
buzzing in his brain, unable to comprehend exactly what he was
seeing.
The unfamiliar material of the coat he wore flapped around
his ankles as he stalked behind Adrienne, completely ignoring the
rest of the group, the fact that there were projectile weapons aimed
at him were of no concern to him.
The halls passed, faces peering
out of various rooms at them, curious.
The room containing the
Stargate was no different; the humans working the various consoles
had stopped to watch the exchange between their leader, the one
called Doctor Weir, and himself.
In all honesty he said
nothing, it was a one sided conversation, he knew the rules of the
negotiation, and when she was done he simply stared at her, a slight
sigh...perhaps that was not the proper term...and irritated huff
might be a more apt description.
"You shall return him in
exchange for your lives." that was the negotiation.
Cavan
folded his arms behind his back, head tilted slightly to the side as
he awaited a response.
He had no time for this.
The boredom and
impatience he was feeling must have been reflected on his face, for
the exchange was quickly moved from the gateroom and into a smaller,
more personal one.
More talking.
Perhaps
he should just cut all of this short...the humans were deluding
themselves if they thought they could get something out of
this.
"Perhaps you misunderstood something." he said slowly,
"We do not need you...it would be nothing if not enjoyable to
eliminate this city and its inhabitants...this is what will happen if
you do not return the prisoner."
Perhaps it was he who had the misunderstanding.
"Should any threat to this city or its inhabitants be perceived, we will not hesitate to destroy your Hive." the female's voice was completely serious, and the key word in that sentence seemed to have been 'perceived'.
It would not be the first time.
This wasn't going to be easy for him...
Cavan was a soldier, not a leader; he was not supposed
to be doing something like this.
To put it bluntly.
This 'sucked'.
He
scowled and glanced to the door, much of his escort was gone, the
remainder was the security detail, weapons still at the ready.
"If
I am to remain here for the negotiations...should you not be sure
that I am carrying no weapon or infected with some disease that could
transfer to your population?"
He had neither, but he had
some things to discuss with Adrienne.
If they were to test him,
they needed to take him to the infirmary...that was apparently where
she worked.
The answer was affirmative, but he was no longer
listening, waiting for him to be released and escorted to the
infirmary.
That didn't take long.
The smell in this room was strong, biting and familiar, while he had grown used to it as traces lingered on Adrienne's clothing, however this was almost overpowering.
One
of the doctors, a male clad in a white coat with black hair and
bright, nervous looking eyes approached, beginning to explain what
was needed to be done.
His speech was different...interesting.
He
allowed the man to speak, the hurried and nervous speech was rather
amusing to say the least, however when he finished and approached
with a needle, Cavan shook his head.
"Not you, her." he jerked
his head in the direction of a familiar face; Adrienne leaned against
one of the tables, watching them with slight amusement.
At the
confusion on the infirmary leader's face, he clarified, "I want
her to run the tests, not you."
He folded his arms over his
chest, scowling down at the human, who, after a bit of protestation,
gave in.
There was the familiar clink of Adrienne's
supplies, and he was met with the usual grin, "Sit down." she
patted the bed in front of her, and he half noticed the fact that she
still wore his armband.
He made his way around to the side closest
to her, stripping off the confining coat and offering an arm, this
one was bare, it had been the one she took the leather band
from.
"Shall I be getting the...lollypop...you promised?" he
smirked at her when she replied; "You don't even know what a
lollypop is."
When her leader questioned his knowledge of the
lollypop, she glanced over, and shrugged, "I get most of my Wraith
samples from him."
As usual the process was quick, and she
passed the samples off to others.
Once the room was clear, the
smile dropped from her face and she frowned at Cavan, who was
studying her intently.
"You are pregnant." he stated after a
moment, trying to wrap his mind around the concept still.
"Oh
gee...I never would have noticed." her reply was waspish, arms
folding over her chest
"It is...?" the last word was unsaid,
but still hesitant.
"Of course it is...what do you take me for?"
there was a slightly hurt edge to her voice.
There was no chance
for him to reply as she looked away and he heard the one thing he
never thought he would hear...not from her.
"I'm
scared."
That startled him nearly as much as the fact that
he was to be a father.
Nearly.
And for a few long minutes,
he didn't know what to do or say.
Finally opting to wrap long
arms around her waist, this embrace was not one of the tight ones
that they usually exchanged, he was careful, as though he might break
her.
"Mine." he growled possessively, releasing her for a
moment, "You are mine and this." he paused, a large hand resting
on the swollen stomach for a moment, "And this is mine." the
voice almost cracked.
Her response was "Sh-it." arms tightly
wound around his neck, a hot wetness trickling though his hair as she
cried.
He was very glad for the white cloth barrier that hid them from view.
But it only hid them from the view of people standing on the other side of the curtain...should one emerge from one of the back rooms they would see something very strange.
CLANG.
Something metallic hit the floor, the ringing sound causing
them the jump apart, eyes locking on the sound.
One very startled
Doctor Beckett stared back at them.
-TBC-
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