Title: Show No Fear
Chapter One: Not so Different.
Summary: The product of an insane mind, and a 3-am drawing, romantic pairing between a human and a wraith.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, Stargate owns me, all I own are the human and the wraith featured in this story as they are figments of my deluded imagination.
Her luck never failed to be poor.
The first time she went off-world was while she was a member of the SGC, going to tend to the wounded when Jaffa had attacked.
Things often happened, as they always did, and they made her shy of leaving base. But this was Atlantis and the temptation of stepping through the gate was too much for her to bear.
Just a routine survey, going to trade with one of their allies on a world that had escaped the culling of the Wraith for quite some time.
It was bound to happen soon, and they were doing all they could to help the people prepare.
The assistance was a little late; the sound of the activating Stargate reached their ears soon after arrival, accompanied by the sharp whine of Darts, the buzzing growing to a fevered pitch as they flew overhead, culling beams scooping up frightened villagers as they fled.
Figures, was all that she thought as she gazed up at one of the small Wraith crafts, a look of awe on her face.
That was soon disrupted as her current team leader ordered her to accompany the remaining villagers to the hiding place of old. People surged around her, knocking her about, eventually pressing her against a tree as she tried to avoid the panicked natives.
It was over in a few seconds, and she slumped against the bark of the tree, eyes closed, head tilted up. A bit of dirt smudged her face from where she had tripped; the shaggily cut blondish hair in a state of disarray, and her glasses were nowhere to be seen.
"Safe," the word left her lips like a sigh, only to be met with a soft, rather amused snort. Her eyes snapped open, the pale blue orbs snapping on the first thing she saw.
Not that she could miss him of course, how could she?
He stood but a few feet away, shoulders slightly hunched, head bowed as he stared down at her with cat-like yellow eyes, something akin to a smile on his face, only more vicious, deadly. A low laugh escaped his lips as he studied his prey, and all she could do was watch, the nine-mil strapped to her thigh forgotten as she watched, only able to stare.
If his speed startled her, she gave no sign.
One thing she had learned growing up…never show fear…fear was weakness…weakness was death. Instead she merely tilted her head up and studied his face, her natural curiosity coming into play.
Rather shocked by the lack of response, fear, hatred…anything, the male snarled at her, sharp teeth inches away from her face.
This brought a response, albeit not one expected.
Instead of cowering like a frightened child, she snarled back, suddenly mimicking the Wraith's posture and expression, right hand slamming into his chest, hitting the place where Wraith placed there hands to feed.
Of course, she barley moved his body, and her hand stung from where it hit the metallic part of his armor. A few strands of the white dreadlocked hair was trapped beneath her hand.
His expression changed slightly, the maniac grin becoming slightly softer, as though amused by her reaction. Yet it dropped from his face at her words, "We are not so very different…are we?"
A sneer pulled his lips, "Enough games." And his hand lifted, prepared to slam down on her chest and suck out her life. It was stopped by her other hand, her palm pressing against his, not finding the feel of the feeding slit revolting at all, "Are we?" she pressed.
The sound of gunfire and tramping feet sounded close, the rest of the team and villagers returning. An annoyed huff escaped his lips, head turning to the approaching danger before looking back at the woman, eyes narrowed.
He left, and she slumped against her tree, remaining there until she was found.
They would meet again…eventually.