Title: Show No Fear
Author:
Feral Geek
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Chapter 24, if you're here
and don't know the story, go back to chapter one and start reading.
Disclaimer: Amie no own Stargate or Wraith, they own Amie (they keep her in a little box in one of the Hive Ships with a laptop so she can write this crap without getting sued)
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Slowly
the world swam into focus, a haze of blue and brown, the familiar low
lighting of personal quarters in the Hive, occasionally blotted out
by the silhouette of another Wraith.
It did not take long for the
picture to resolve, the familiar face of an older sibling scowling
down at him.
They looked eerily similar, the same arrogant features and bored expression, had Cavan been standing, a scant inch would have separated their heights.
The
main physical differences would be their hair, and the three thin,
jagged scars running over the older male's left brow and cheek,
looking almost as though someone had dug their nails and pulled. They
were the reminder of his first hunt and a tenacious human who refused
to let go of life.
However there was something in their bearing,
the attitude that made them most different.
The elder held a more subdued pride, arrogance and disdain worn about him like a cloak.
And it did so suit him.
The younger held a seething fury, a passionate and a vicious attitude not yet tempered by age.
"Malchus." the multi tonal voice was slightly hoarse from disuse, "Brother...how long?"
A smooth laugh was the response, "Two weeks you were in a healing sleep...I ordered you to be moved here at the first signs of wakening."
Again
the laugh, but this time it was slightly colder, "I have used this
time well, little brother...and I have learned some
very...interesting things about you."
The dangerous edge that
was slowly finding its way into the elder's voice had Cavan pushing
up from the low bed of furs, suddenly wary.
His lips pulled back from his teeth in a slight snarl, "What do you mean?"
He matched his brother's chilled tone exactly.
A languid gesture from his brother, and the membranous doors slid open, behind it three more, a pair of drones flanking a human.
The human, a female, was roughly thrust into the room.
The doors closed just as hunger began to gnaw at him.
Cavan made to rise but was stopped by the next words, "I have learned that you have taken a mate."
Only two others in the Hive knew of his union with the human female, and his companion had sworn to tell none, and the Queen, although disapproving, would tell none, not wishing to ruin their unholy alliance with the Lanteans.
His eyes pulled away from the human and locked onto Malchus, head cocking to the side as he waited silently for the other to continue.
"And that the mate is one of the Lanteans."
Cavan's face was neutral as he asked slowly, "Pray tell, brother...where did you come by such information?"
The
laughter was mocking, "Your mind..." a smirk twisted his lips,
"As you slept."
Cavan's eyes widened, that was a breach of
one of the most sacred laws, to enter another's mind without
permission or even notification.
It was only permissible when dealing with the enemy.
As though he knew what the other was thinking, Malchus stalled him, "I was ordered to find out what had happened during the battle, since you were unable to report yourself...and those images and thoughts were at the top of your mind..."
Cavan relaxed, but only slightly, something was going on here, and he did not like it.
And what was going on made itself painfully clear when his brother beckoned the human, moving to stand behind her, speaking all the while as they moved forward into the light.
"Your
mate is a human..." he said simply, giving the woman one final
push, the bluish light illuminating her face.
"This one...she
looks like yours...does she not?"
With a similar height and body type, roughly cut blonde hair, a rather stubborn mouth and wide eyes, the woman bore some resemblance to Adrienne.
So
Cavan lifted one shoulder in a shrug, still wary of the other's
plans, allowing him to speak unhindered.
"You feel hunger when
you look at her...the urge to feed...she is human, and so is
yours...one day she will die...whether by the hand of a Wraith or the
hand of time...she will die and you will live. There is a reason we
do not take human's as mates...no matter how we feel for them, they
are our food and we must hunt them to survive."
A slight movement in the back of the room, and his brother's mate stepped into view.
By Wraith standards she was lovely; tall and lean with a predatory grace, the female stared down at him, watching.
Cavan had always liked her.
So he spoke, keeping his eyes on the female, Aziza, "If your mate became human...perhaps by means of the Lantean retrovirus...she would still be your mate and you would still care for her, would you not?" his eyes flickered back to his brother, who nodded, "Of course, but that is not the same."
Cavan simply snorted and stood, staring down at the small human who stood among them, shaking slightly, brown eyes wide and staring.
Behind him Malchus' voice was a bare whisper, "You want to feed, you will always want to feed, she is just like your mate."
The younger male's
lip curled as he studied his prey for a long moment, her lips moving
as she pleaded for her life.
Finally he slammed a hand onto her
chest, watching dispassionately as the woman aged and died, finally
falling to the floor, a mere husk.
It was then he turned back to
his brother and spoke, just as quiet, and just as cold, "My mate
was afraid of nothing. She would not have cowered, or begged or
cried. That human was nothing like her."
Malchus stared at
his sibling for a long minute, before snorting and stalking from the
room, leaving him to stand in silence with Aziza.
Just like
Malchus did, the female surveyed Cavan for a moment, head cocked to
one side.
"You
truly care for that human?" she sounded almost confused, but at the
nod she received, she shook her head, "Why?"
Cavan smirked
faintly, and recalled the words he had heard from the white-clad male
Lantean, "Because...sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to
the eye."
Surprisingly, she smiled.
Aziza was a bit of what
some might term a 'romantic', and even as she smiled, she shook
her head slightly, still perplexed. When she spoke again it was to
say, "Then I give you my blessing...now go before Malchus
returns...he is very displeased with your actions."
No words of thanks were said as he departed, just a slight bow of respect before he made his exit and headed for the docking bay, moving swiftly along the many web-like passages that threaded the Hive.
Many
were out, and few acknowledged him, only some of the soldiers under
his new-found command.
Thus he was unhindered as he located his
Dart and departed, flying out into the world that the Hive had
settled on, making his way for the Star Gate.
He was still getting
used to having to send through an IDC, and nearly forgot to do so,
about to glide through the gate when he remembered.
So he sent the code through and waited about a minute to be sure the shield was down, careful to enter slowly to ensure that no accidents would be caused on the other side.
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It had been night time on the planet that Cavan's Hive had taken, but it was late afternoon in Atlantis.
The alarms sounded in the gateroom, accompanied by the familiar watery sound of the wormhole opening.
Doctor Elizabeth Weir stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the control room after the alarm activated, the gate tech, Sgt. Lenoir looking over his shoulder at her, one hand poised over the controls that lowered the shield.
"Receiving the Wraith...David's IDC." he said, patiently awaiting orders to lower the shield, which were given.
The shield dropped, and a lone Dart glided into the gateroom, rising into the jumper bay as the gate shut down.
A few minutes later Cavan slunk past the gateroom, accompanied by two guards.
There was still little trust, and it was likely there would be none for a long time.
There were still a few curious glances, people peeking out of labs as he passed, but some of them were slowly getting used to the idea of a Wraith on Atlantis.
But some does not mean all.
Ronon Dex still shadowed the Wraith wherever he went, the gun strapped to his thigh glowing ominously.
Nothing Elizabeth could say would make him stand down.
For the most part, Cavan could ignore the former Runner, but the Wraith's irritation became increasingly more obvious as he fought to keep from attacking the male.
Today was no different.
And
due to his already tense and angry mindset, he seemed to snap for a
moment and whirl about to face the human, snarling at him.
Only to
receive a rather vicious smile and the sharp whine of the weapon
charging up, its muzzle aimed point blank as his forehead.
Quelling the urge to rip the human limb from limb, Cavan closed his eyes for a moment, hands clenched at his sides before turning slowly and walking away, acutely aware of the still aimed weapon and eyes burning into his back.
It was like that all the way to Adrienne's personal quarters.
The unlocked door slid open to reveal a completely barren room.
Confused, the Wraith turned to look at the guards flanking him, one lifting his shoulder in a shrug before offering, "Check the infirmary."
So
the small group backtracked to the infirmary.
Cavan did not even
bother to announce his presence, instead walking over to Doctor
Beckett and speaking, "Her quarters were empty."
The good doctor jumped, startled by the sudden speech, "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
Carson sighed and resumed his tests, speaking over his shoulder, "Aye lad, we recently discovered rooms that were made for married couples with children, she moved into one of those."
The Wraith couldn't help but snort when the other called him 'lad', having asked once what the term meant.
Cavan
was easily eight times older than the human.
But he nodded his
thanks, and glanced around, "Can someone show me where...?" his
question was cut short as one of the Marines hopped off a bed, "I
can show ya."
Ah, he knew this one; he was one of his mate's
companions, a male by the name of Sergeant Dubois.
Most
likely he had just finished a post-mission check-up.
Thus Cavan
nodded, waiting for the other to gather his things and lead the way.
The
trip was passed in silence, and the Marine left him before an
unfamiliar door fifteen minutes later.
The door unlocked, and
Cavan entered the new quarters, glancing around the sitting room,
exploring a bit before finding the occupied bedroom, Adrienne curled
up on the bed, fast asleep.
He smiled to himself and disrobed
quickly and climbed into the bed, the sudden motion eliciting a sound
of protest from the female which he ignored until she shifted closer
and offered a sleepy smile.
Cavan blinked and wrapped an arm around his mate, watching as she drifted back to sleep.
Somehow, at times this place could feel more like home than the Hive did.
-TBC-
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