The Reawakening
by Darkestangel
URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asd/darkestangel/reawakening.php
Summary: Sheppard revisits the Wraith prisoner being held in Atlantis
Info: Author's Notes:
1. This is my own vision of where I would like the show to go. Somehow, I doubt that the producers and writers of the show share my vision.
2. This is a setup piece that will help readers to understand the role Sheppard plays in regards to the Wraith and to the protection of Atlantis.
3. There will be future stories with non-con sexual relations between Sheppard and the Wraith in the near future. I'm just trying to let the show run a few more episodes before I begin abusing Sheppard.
The Wraith were the most feared beings in the Pegasus Galaxy. Stories of their cruelty to mankind could be heard in every corner of the galaxy. They fed on humans; much like the legendary vampires from Earth culture, but instead of taking human blood, they sucked the life-force out of their victims. They rarely fed quickly; instead, they took their time to enjoy their meals. They loved teasing the poor humans into submitting to their will, and they often took only small amounts of life-force from their victims for days on end; thus, causing premature aging and intolerable amounts of agony for their prisoners.
Every planet in Pegasus dreaded the day that the 'sleeping' Wraith would reappear. There were the occasional scouting group sent out for food, but the bulk of the Wraith had been in hibernation for centuries. The Wraith would allow humans to reproduce without feeding for hundreds of years. This would insure that their food supply would be constant. They knew that if they fed everyday like they desired the food supply would be depleted in a short amount of time, so they allowed the humans to believe that they were safe.
The Wraith had only one real enemy in their history that served as a threat to them, and that enemy had been wiped out of existence thousands of years before. The Ancients had been more technological advanced than any other humans the Wraith had encountered, but the Ancients had underestimated the strength of their new enemy. For many years, the Wraith and the Ancients fought; not over ideology or over land, but over life. The Wraith were determined to feed upon every Ancient they could get their hands on. The internal power that the new breed of humans possessed was intoxicating. The Ancient Power allowed the Wraith to become stronger, to heal quicker, and to thrive as a civilization.
Once the Wraith exterminated most of the Ancients, there was no being left to challenge their power. They controlled all humans with intimidation and cruelty. They left the few Ancients to die in their underwater city, but they never feared the return of their advanced enemies. They hibernated in peace for hundreds of years sure that their control of the galaxy would remain intact. They left a few Wraith watchers and henchmen to watch over their sleeping masters, never thinking that they would rise before the end of a millennium, but their sleep was interrupted by the least expected source. An ancestor of the Ancients had dared to desecrate their sleeping grounds, and the reawakening Wraith would not rest again until the cause of their early awakening was made an example to all humans.
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Major John Sheppard walked into the cell that contained the Wraith that his team had captured three days earlier. He put up a strong brave façade for the prisoner, but truthfully the wraith gave him the creeps. He had never been so close to a being that considered him a snack. The way the prisoner glared at him was intimidating, and he could understand why the Wraith had controlled humans for thousands of years.
"Are you hungry yet?" John asked non-chalantly
The wraith smirked, "We can live months even years without eating, but I would welcome a taste of you human."
"Yeah, I know. I would be the first person you would eat if you escaped, right?" John clarified stepping closer up towards the cell.
The wraith looked into the eyes of Sheppard looking for a hint of nervousness, "You hide your fear well human, but I can smell it on you. You stink of it."
"It must be my new soap," Sheppard sarcastically commented.
The wraith looked Sheppard up and down slowly, "I've changed my mind. I won't eat you first. I'll save you to last."
"Why's that?"
"You would be fun to torture," the Wraith teased cruelly. "I think that I would keep you attached to me with a chain for a few years or so. Would you like that human?"
The image of Princess Leia attached to Jabba the Hutt flashed through Sheppard's mind and a chill went up his spine, "I'm allergic to metal."
The wraith smiled at the human's attempt at humor, "I would like that very much. I could have you serve my needs and my hunger whenever I like. One like yourself could handle a few nibbles from me without losing your youth. Your beauty could last for years."
Sheppard tried to swallow down the dread the threat caused, "Nibbles huh? Would that be like a Hershey's Kiss or a whole Snickers candy bar?"
The wraith ignored the comment unclear of its meaning, "I've always enjoyed torturing your kind; especially, the pretty ones like yourself. My kind has a tendency to seek out beauty and destroy it over long lengths of time. Your less attractive friends will get off much easier than you."
"My friends are not less attractive than me, and who the hell are you to call anyone unattractive? Have you looked in a mirror lately?"
The wraith laughed at Sheppard's reaction, "I like you boy. You make me laugh and that is so rare. You should have left us sleeping Sheppard. What happens to your friends and your precious planet will be your fault."
Sheppard wondered momentarily if the wraith had meant Atlantis or Earth. He wasn't sure if the wraith knew of what Colonel Sumner had told the female wraith before he was sucked dry, and he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the present conversation, "Well, it's been real, but I'm off to dinner. I would invite you for a bite, but I have a feeling that you and McKay would fight like cats and dogs over who gets to carve the turkey."
"You eat the flesh of animal; yet, you judge me from feeding upon humans?" the wraith accusingly remarked.
"It was a joke about yours and McKay's insatiable appetites," John explained. "You can have this philosophical debate with him."
"Which one of you is McKay?" the wraith inquired.
"McKay is the one who never shuts up," John hastily replied feeling bad for insulting Rodney behind his back, but it was true that McKay did have a tendency to babble on forever and gripe about everything.
The wraith arched his brows, "Yes, I'm familiar with that one. He does talk a lot. When I escape...he will be the first I feed upon."
Sheppard stared at the wraith in understanding. Rodney's constant complaining and bragging got on everyone's nerves. Why should an alien life form be any different? "Well, I now know how to torture you if we ever have to."
Once again the Wraith laughed, "I don't remember the others of your kind being so humorous. They were always so serious, and they didn't like to play with us. They always begged for a quick death. You are not like them in that way. You seem to like playing with your enemies."
"Depends on the game I suppose," John surmised.
"You do however avoid the truth like they did," the wraith added watching John's reaction carefully.
"The truth about what," Sheppard asked in confusion.
"They never acknowledged that we were superior to them, and you don't seem to want to acknowledge that you are a descendent of theirs."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sheppard lied.
"I've felt what you are since the first time I laid eyes upon you. I can smell it on you. You are an Atlantean. You possess the power they had; you just don't know how to use it yet. It is you that the Wraith is tracking. They are drawn to your strength. They have not had one of your kind in thousands of years. They will not stop hunting you until they have you in their possession."
"I am not an Atlantean or Ancient. I just have some of their genetic genes."
"You have all of their genes Sheppard. The only thing different about you is that you didn't live as an Ancient. You have lived as an inferior human all of your life, and you lack the Ancient mannerisms, and I find that difference quite attractive, as will all of the Wraith."
"This conversation is over," Sheppard simply responded turning his back on the wraith.
"Enjoy your freedom while you can boy. It won't be long before the others find me, and when they do, I will have you. I may have to fight every Master Wraith to do it, but I will win you."
Sheppard didn't respond to the threat, but instead hurried out of the room trying to keep his anxiety from seeping out in front of the prisoner. Once outside in the corridor, he tried to gather himself. The Wraith knew about him. They were hunting him, not the others. They had been reawakened by his presence, and it was only a matter of time before they collected their prize. He hadn't meant to find the pendent that had caused the Wraith to attack Teyla's home world or that tracked her every move, and he certainly hadn't planned on killing the female wraith that caused the other Wraith to awaken from their slumber, but all of those things had been caused by him. It was his fault that the Wraith were once again feeding on entire planets in the Pegasus Galaxy, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before they arrived at Atlantis. He could only hope that the Ancient powers that he supposedly possessed would kick in to defend Atlantis and his friends.
The End
Author's Note: Feedback is always appreciated
