Title: Show No Fear

Author: Feral Geek

Rating: pg-13 to R

Summary:…If you don't know by now, go back to the beginning and start reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, or the Wraith, they own me. However if you see it and are 'wtf is that? Oo' its probably mine (unless otherwise stated)

A/N: So…wow…big gap in the updating…sorry everyone! (Been sick . , couldn't stay coherent long enough -I get weird when I'm sick-… . )
SO! VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE:
The wonderful miso-no-tsuki on deviant art was kind enough to do an art trade with me (her drawings are just incredible!), I finally managed to finish her Rodney Plushie, but because I (in my infinite grace) managed to tear a ligament in my knee, (take pity on me and review, so I have something to think about in my bed ridden state) I can't haul my bum down the big-honking hill and mail it ( . ;).

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It was sheer luck that had Adrienne in the infirmary when it happened, just as she finished clearing her own team for off-world duty.
They were going to bring medical supplies to Laren in return for a type of cloth the Athosians could use, as well as a root they grew which, once boiled, produced a drink similar to coffee, only more potent.

In fact, Adrienne had been enviously eyeing a cup of the substance that her, hopefully temporary, replacement had been sipping.
A while ago she had discovered that as her pregnancy progressed, even a little taste of the bitter substance could make her ill.
She went through the checkup rather mechanically, making notations, and was about to clear the last team member, when her day suddenly got a whole lot more interesting.

Apparently something of her surprise showed on her face, because the scientist she was looking over eyed her nervously, not used to seeing the seemingly unshakable doctor quite so pale, or feel her hands quiver.
However the blue-shirt said nothing, interrupted when their team leader asked, "You okay, Doc?"
At first she barley managed a faint squeak, then shook her head furiously, and the man replied very carefully, "Are you going to need Doctor Beckett?"
She nodded, and stepped away from the cot that the scientist was sitting on, breathing deeply and quite clearly trying to keep from panicking.

"Maybe you should call him?" the scientist offered helpfully, removing the comm. link from his ear and passing it over.

Her own link had malfunctioned a little while ago, and she hadn't gotten around to finding a replacement.
Once the link was in place, she activated it, speaking in a careful deadpan, "Will Doctor Beckett please come to the infirmary, immediately?"

She then clicked off and looked back at the blue-shirt, "I'm keeping this for a while…," before carefully seating herself on the bed opposite the team, and adding, "You're all clear for your mission, by the way."
Sergeant Dubois looked at her, "What's the matter?" he asked after a moment, looking concerned for his friend.

Adrienne looked like she was about to panic again, still trying to keep her voice in check as she replied, "I'm having twins…".
The Marine blinked, looking slightly taken aback…well, it was going to happen eventually…those two couldn't stay in there forever.

Despite most of them getting it immediately, one of the other team members prompted, "…And?"
The surgeon's jaw dropped slightly, and after a long pause in which a few of the others began to edge away, she screeched, "Right now! I'm having twins…right now you IDIOT!"

Carson rushed in as the word 'idiot' left the woman's lips, and sighed slightly, she had been getting more and more tetchy as of late.
"What's wrong, lass?", he asked as he walked over to the bed, looking worried.
Carson asked this, because despite the fact that he already knew exactly what was 'wrong', he simply needed to hear it out loud.
And he did, because after a moment Adrienne replied, "My water broke…"
she paused slightly, drawing in a shaky breath, "Oh God…I'm having babies…right now…"

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Suddenly a wash of panic flooded Cavan, causing his eyes to flare open and stare at the ceiling, suddenly stiff.
However the feeling soon faded, and he was left wondering if it had ever really happened.

The Wraith quickly dismissed it from his mind as he rose from his bed, dressing quickly in a spare uniform, not bothering to check his appearance as he made his exit, searching for someone.

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The moment they stepped through the gate, the team was greeted by an unsmiling old woman, who studied the team, a slight frown playing across her lips.
It was the old healer that Doctor Peterson would work with whenever they came to this planet.
Sergeant Dubois blinked at her, but was very polite as she began to question him on the location of the Doctor.

He replied patiently each time, until she demanded to be taken back to Atlantis to see the surgeon because 'those 'doctors' of yours don't know anything'.
That made his eyebrows rise slightly, but he said nothing, dialing back and asking permission to escort her back to Atlantis.

Permission was granted, and the old woman didn't even wait for them to go first, stepping right through and into the brightly lit gateroom and demanding to be brought to the infirmary.

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Adrienne allowed herself a moment while the infirmary burst into rather frenzied activity, playing with the comm. link before activating it and calling Catherine, doubtless the geologist would know where Dalkar was, and she could send the Wraith off to find Cavan.

If he didn't find Cavan, she would probably disembowel him.

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A slight shift, and his eyes flared open.

Dalkar had always been a rather light sleeper.

And he was usually a bit groggy after awaking…which probably explained why it took his so long to locate the source of the very irritating buzz that woke him from a rather pleasant dream.

He had managed to locate the comm. link, and was fiddling with the annoying scrap of technology, when he noticed that someone was using him as a pillow.
Finally he managed to activate it, hooking it into his ear and only half listening to the sharp voice on the other end as he silently studied the top of the person's head.
However Dalkar did pick up a few key words, such as; "Birth", "Cavan", and "Now."
He even thought he heard the word "Eviscerate" somewhere in there.

Therefore, he carefully climbed out of the bed, trying not the wake the sleeper, who happily curled up in the warm spot he left behind.
Quickly, the Wraith picked his way through the rather disorganized living space, shutting the laptop that still played the movie they had fallen asleep watching, and, after a few moments of hunting, locating his belt and stunner.

He could come back for the jacket later.

The door slid open, and he darted off, nearly slamming into a group of marines on patrol, the soldiers automatically aiming their weapons at him.

Some things just couldn't be unlearned.

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A few minutes after Dalkar had dialed out and began to try and contact Cavan through the mental network, the 'gate dialed again and Team 12 stepped though with a new visitor.

This wasn't the best time or situation, but the old woman could have upturned their agreements if they refused.

A damned if you do, and damned if you don't situation.

Once there, the old woman demanded to be taken to the infirmary, and not many people wanted to get in the way of the heavy, knotted walking staff the woman carried.

If the people of the Atlantis Expedition had learned but one thing, it was that looks can be deceiving.

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Cavan growled softly, eliciting a quirked brow from his father that went unnoticed as he once again severed the mental connect that Dalkar kept trying to create.

Feeling his friend begin to redouble his efforts, Cavan slammed up the mental shields that every Wraith learned as a child.

Despite this, he still felt Dalkar's annoyance as acutely as though they were standing side-by-side.

He continued to ignore the annoyance as it grew, trying to figure out exactly how to ask for his father's advice.

For a moment he thought he finally had the proper phrasing, but the words vanished from his mind as something grabbed him by the hair and bent him over almost double.

Cavan tried to break the grip on his hair, but found it rather hard to lash out properly while in that position, and dimly heard Dalkar speak.
"My sincerest apologies," the younger Wraith said in a respectful voice, "But your son's mate requests his presence immediately…and as I was unable to convince him to come, I was forced to resort to a more…physical method of procuring his attention."

Cavan could almost hear his father's other brow rise to join its match, "May I ask the reason for this haste?"
Dalkar bowed slightly to the Elder, "She is about to give birth."
Cavan's eyes widened, and he wrenched free of Dalkar, sketching a slight bow to his father and snarling at Dalkar, "Why didn't you say anything?" before practically flying from the room.

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There was about a two minute warning for Adrienne, Carson lightly touching the comm. link attached to his ear and looking over at Adrienne, then at the elderly medicine woman, who, up until that point, had been criticizing the understandably flustered nurses.

You would be flustered too if a trade agreement might come crashing down on your watch.

The woman had been just about to start criticizing the fact that the father of the soon to arrive children wasn't there, when Adrienne cut her off, "He's here…and you may never forgive me for this, but I am not sorry for what I did."

The medicine woman looked baffled for a moment, and followed Adrienne's expectant gaze towards the doors of the infirmary.
A few seconds later, and Cavan skidded into the infirmary, looking so fearsome that even Adrienne was startled.

She pitied the doctor that got in his way, the poor man nearly turning to jelly as the Wraith focused on him.

As for the old woman, she had sank into one of the infirmary chairs, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
Her expression was one of mingled shock, horror, and revulsion.

It made Adrienne cringe.

However that feeling swiftly dissipated once her mate's head snapped around, the frightening expression seeming to melt, replaced by the rare look of worry as he padded over to the bedside, casting a questioning glance over at the elderly woman, before settling in beside Adrienne.

The woman stole another glance at her mate, before looking at the doctor that moved steadily around her bed, inspecting the children within her with the sonogram machine.

As usual, Cavan frowned at it a few times, but for the most part kept his eyes on Adrienne.

Until the doctor spoke, that is.

The actual words didn't register with her for a moment, but when she finally did, she understood that one of the children was essentially…backwards.

For a moment, what little blood was left in her face by this time drained away, and she stared at the doctor.

Cavan could sense her rising unease, and looked at the other doctor "What does that mean?"

"That the safest way to remove the children is though a cesarean section…" the doctor paused, noting the flicker of confusion that managed to sneak onto Cavan's face for a moment, and clarified; "We'll have to cut the children out."

The pandemonium that ensued had many of the other occupants of the room covering their ears as both the healer and Cavan managed to agree on something.

The Lanteans were mad.

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For a moment, a tiny smile quirked her lips as she watched her mate figuratively rip the poor doctor a new one.
And the old healer wasn't helping any…if anything, she was egging the Wraith on.
However her smile vanished when a spasm shuddered through her abdomen.
Now was not the time for Cavan to play the over protective mate, now was the time for him to sit down and let the doctor do his job.
"David," she called out, eyes fixed on his back.
Cavan was oblivious to her calls, even as they grew more irritated, "Daaaavid…David!" Adrienne sighed, eyes narrowing slightly before she finally gave up and nearly screamed his real name, "Cavan!"

Startled, the male turned around, looking slightly taken aback.
So did most of the doctors…none of them had ever heard a Wraith's name, accustomed to simply calling the pair that now frequented Atlantis 'David' and 'Harry'.

Adrienne ignored his expression and held out one of her hands, forcing her usual neutral expression onto her face, "Relax," she said slowly, "He knows what he's doing…I'll be fine…we'll be fine…so please, sit down and stop scaring him."
The doctor shot her a rather grateful look as Cavan slowly backed down, still glaring at the poor human as he retreated to the chair beside the bed, mutely taking Adrienne's hand as he did so.

"You are sure?" he asked, voice somewhat flat as he looked down at the woman, who nodded in response, "I'm sure…"

With a rather resigned expression, Cavan looked back at the doctor, who had already prepared the necessary equipment.
Despite his innate worry for the health of his mate and children, the Wraith leaned forward, watching curiously as the anesthetic was administered and the area of the incision was cleaned.

For a moment, Cavan looked back at Adrienne, surprised that she wasn't as curious about what was going on as he was.
When he voiced this, she removed her eyes from the ceiling and focused on him, the familiar smirk curving her lips, "I'm a surgeon, dear…I do this for a living…" she paused slightly, her smirk hitching slightly, "and it's rather hard to detach and watch when I'm the one being cut open."

After that, she lapsed into silence, lightly taking Cavan's hand and lacing her fingers with him, smiling faintly as she used him as a distraction, studying his face, and ignoring the voices of the doctors as they worked over her.

That only worked for so long, because, much to her amusement, Cavan was soon peeking over the edge of the cloths that had been set up around her abdomen.
She nearly laughed when he jerked back, eyes rather wide and a look of shock and disgust warred over his face.
Finally he composed himself and looked at his mate with incredulity, "You do that…willingly…for a living?" he finally asked.
Needless to say, he had a new respect for the woman.
She just rolled her eyes and looked away for a moment, before looking back, grinning as she nodded at him.
Cavan simply knit his brows together and took another look, as though expecting everything to look different.

He was disappointed, and he looked back at her and said, "You are insane."

Adrienne's grin widened impossibly as she replied, "I'd have to be to love you."
Cavan stared at her balefully, and she just grinned back at him, their eyes locked as one of the doctors pronounced, "It's a girl."
Both of their heads snapped around, but the girl was already hidden from view, being cleaned and checked over as the second child was removed, "A boy."

Again the child seemed to vanish for a moment, but the pair swiftly made themselves heard.

The doctors waited until Adrienne was sewn back up before presenting them with the twins, quietly passing the little girl to Cavan, and the little boy to Adrienne.

The pair stared down at the little children in wonder, and Cavan finally broke the silence, whispering to the child, "Hello, Deva."
Adrienne looked over at the pair for a moment, then down at the little boy, hugging him close as she murmured his name, "Michael."

There was a bit of careful maneuvering, and they traded the twins.

The process of greeting them was repeated, before Cavan reluctantly handed his son over, scooting his chair closer to the bed and watched his family quietly.

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