Title: Show No Fear
Author: Feral Geek
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Chapter 19, if you're here and don't know the story, go back to chapter one and start reading.
A/N: Read and Review! Pleeeeeease? -begging- Oh! mur...Amie finished her wraith plushie finally! yaaaay! I'll upload him soon. Questions? Ideas? Comment or contact me via email! I promise to reply asap!
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ONWARDS!
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"Well..." there were very few words for a situation like this.
Words were her job, they were her life.
While some fought with guns, sticks, knives, anything they could get their hands on...she fought with words.
Elizabeth was a diplomat.
And she was one of the best.
After all, why else would she be here? They would need scientists to study, to examine things, and they would need military to keep the scientists whole when they undoubtedly got caught up in an experiment and upset some delicate balance.
Sometimes it didn't make sense.
Then came the times when they needed to trade, to negotiate with some enemy, to make a new friend.
And the reason clicked, she was here to keep the peace, Elizabeth Weir kept the machine that was Atlantis running smoothly.
While at the SGC, she had been put through numerous tests, had been prepared to act and react in dangerous situations with a cool, calm head and to always be strong for her people.
Each and every test was trying, all of them took a little out of her, but for every failure there was some small joy, a little thing that seemed to make all her troubles worthwhile.
But for all those situations, she had never been faced by this one...although it explained Doctor Peterson's total opposition to the idea of being sent back to Earth.
For a moment she watched them, silent and contemplative, the words would come.
And come they did.
"You realize that this will not be easy for either of you? I have the feeling that most of the expedition will get used to your relationship after awhile...but there are some members that would be particularly...opposed...to this."
One such person that leapt to mind would be Specialist Dex.
Ronon held a special place in Elizabeth's heart; the warrior gave her...something that she thought she would never have.
This would put them on opposing ends.
She would be eternally putting the good of the expedition before her own wants and needs.
Elizabeth hastily shoved those thoughts from her mind, turning to look at the Wraith, "And I doubt this would be very easy for you."
To her response he replied with a slight shrug, "There will be those who are opposed to our union...but I feel our Queen might look upon this with some favor..."
A rather confused look must have imprinted on her face, because he continued, "She might view this as a way to create some sort of...alliance...mostly for the sake of spiting the other Queens..." there was a slight pause, "She has always been somewhat...deviant."
Her head tilted to the side, "We have tried allying with the Wraith...however...things do not seem to go as expected."
Another shrug, "We are not asking that you give up your secrets to us..." a vague smile twisted his lips as he spoke, "But there may be things that we could...help...you with."
"Perhaps...but I would prefer to discuss this at length with your Queen."
"I shall tell her this once I have returned with the prisoner."
"Of course."
Somehow the conversation had drifted from the original topic; they could discuss alliances later, at the moment they would deal with what was at hand.
"Will you be telling her of your child as well?"
"I doubt I would get the chance."
Before Elizabeth could reply to that, Adrienne finally spoke, "Dalkar would probably blurt it out the moment they got back to the Hive." she glanced up at Cavan, eyes half closed, "He is really mad at you."
More developments, she had been told that all the prisoner would say when he was questioned were the generic things, the same things every Wraith they had ever captured had said.
"He spoke to you?"
"Yeah...I wouldn't have stayed with him everyday on my breaks if he didn't say anything to me." she shook her head, "Everyone goes about it the wrong way, they threaten and stun or edge around...it either annoys him or amuses him...its only promoting the idea that you are good for nothing but food." she shrugged, "If you don't act like they expect you to, they become curious."
After speaking she leaned against Cavan, eyes half closed, still looking ill and pale.
Perhaps they could all use a break.
"Would you like to see...Dalkar?" she said the name slowly, it was...different...but that was to be expected.
"Not particularly."
Cavan smirked, "I would prefer to leave him in there...perhaps it would do him some good."
-TBC-
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A/N: I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter...I've never been good at writing Weir, so please forgive me if its short or seems out of character...I hope I can make it up to you somehow .
gah...amie is bored...talk to her! poke her...make her write! contacts are on her author page
