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A wraith's mission: part two: Questions
They dragged the soaked wraith all the way trough the gate and now dropped him right in front of it. "What is this?" Woolsey asked but Stepped backwards as he saw the wraith. "Don't worry. He's unconsous and he will be for a while." Sheppard said when he saw the awkward reaction of Woolsey."These wraith can communicate telepatically. Is it even save to have two wraith at the same time on the base? For all we know they might be plotting an escape or an attack on us."Woolsey couldn't keep his eyes of the wraith. "And isn't he going to get a cold this way?" Sheppard looked at him as if he's gone mad. "And since when do you care?""Well, we could at least change his clothes." Woolsey insisted. And while the wraith was still lifelessly lying there on the floor, the humans around him started to gather some things and started to peel the wet clothes of him. Sheppard went looking for an outfit in the infirmary. "he's about 1.90 m if I'm right. Dr. Keller came back with some clothes. She gave him a whpite shirt and white trousers usually worn while one was ill. "Does he need help?" Keller asked. She was allways to kind. Whether it was human or not, if someone was in need, she wanted to help. "He's wraith! He'll be harsh enough." Sheppard said."He's just wet because he fell in the water when we stunned him. Keller was looking for towels and insisted to take them with him. "But we... I think...allright." Sheppard rolled his eyes and went back to the gateroom. "Is it really necessary to do this here, wide in the open?" Woolsey asked while looking at the halfnaked wraith in front of him. Some of the people were drying the wraith's long hair with a hairdryer. "It's so weird that he doesn't wake up." She said. "Well, do you prefer him to be awake and coming for you?" Another said. "No, it's just... you must have stunned him several times, 'cause he's still unconsious." After a short while she started to talk again. "I always wonder. That long hair, would it be a statussymbol or something? Like, the higher the rank, the longer the hair, or the older, the longer the hair? Or maybe even reversed. Would some wraith ever consider cutting his hair short?" Sheppard came back in and rolled his eyes. It seemed like they had towels allready. He trew the outfit to the one in front of him."And in case you need any of these, Dr. Keller has given me some extras." He said. "Oh, by the way. Where are Ronon and Teyla?" he asked while he was watching them taking him clothes on. "He looks pretty good in those." someone said. "You think?" Rodney, who have been quiet the whole time, asked. He looked at the wraith, still scared that he would wake up. It could be anytime now and they'd all be in danger. "Oh and Teyla and Ronon rather had nothing to do with this, so they worked on something else. They might work with us later. They got back to that planet with the worshippers." Rodney explained." Until now everything is allright." Together they started to pick the wraith up and drag him to his cell. There they put him on the bench and waited till he would wake up.
"I'm starting to worry a bit here. Is this still normal?" McKay asked. But then suddenly the wraith opened his eyes and looked straight at them.
***
The wraith felt everything but saw nothing. Everything was a haze. From the feeling of the leafs agaings his face, to the feeling of being dragged away to somewhere. He heard voices as if he was in a bubble, neither could he understand them. Were they even speaking an ancient dialect? He felt like he was getting undressed from his wet clothes. How they had to peel of the clothes that were almost glued to his body. The tried to open his eyes, to wake up, but somehow he couldn't. He felt like smiling when they were giving him a hairdo. The towels felt warm and soft against his body. He began to feel rather cold. But wraith didn't get goosebumbs, so possibly no one would see that it was time to put him clothes on again. And besides he still felt some wet places. They started to dress him in some light clothing. A t-shirt and some trousers that were actually a wee bit too short. He felt someone picked him up and dragged him somewere else. The room wasn't really cold, but neither was it warm. He felt they lay him onto something hard. Was he in the morgue? He wasn't dead! He was totally disorientated. For a while he lied there still to give his eyes and body some rest and time to adapt to the surroundings. He heard more clear now. Someone was asking if he was okay. He opened his eyes and looked from the ceiling to the men. The bars were blocking his view. Sitting upright brought chills over his back but he ignored them. He looked down at the clothes wich were as white as his hair. It looked weird on him. Now he started to look around the cellblock and inspecting everything. "Auw. What is this?" He asked when he felt the shielding. No one answered but as a matter of fact he would have been quite irritated if they had. What happened? Where was he? Why was he here? the how was obvious. He was dragged here. "Were am I? Who are you?" He asked. A man in a blue shirt answered. He introduced himself as Dr. Rodney McKay and reacted irritated to someone who was making a joke about his first name "Meredith". "So well. I am Dr. Rodney McKay and you are in Atlantis, the city of the ancients." He even told them they were here for over 2 years and that they have made a trip home to a planet called Earth. "And what can we call you?" He asked. "I've been called Thor once." The wraith replied. He was never called Thor before, however. He just heard that name somewere and took it over. He pronounced the name as "Tore." But wraith never needed a name. They called each other over the psychic network. The wraith started pacing around. How much could he rely on his manipulative abilities now? And when should he start? He was getting irritated. They started to ask him stupid questions he didn't really want to answer. After all the thing he hated most about humans was stupidity. Asking stupid questions, making stupid plans that only led to their own damnation, stupid actions, hurting each other. What was it in those humans that made them so childish, so self-destructive? And why weren't the wraith affected with this? Except for some of them perhaps... The wraith sighed. "You must have suffered amnesia if you are unaware of the stupidity of your question. I killed her because I was hungry. If you have battled us wraith for over 2 years, you must know this by now." He said in a sharp voice. "We were just testing you." Sheppard replied him only to see an arrogant smile on the wraiths lips. He didn't really buy it, however true it was. "What were you planning to do with the body? Trow it in the river perhaps?" Sheppard asked. "I was trying to avoid that, but then you stunned me." The wraith held his head high. The team decided to test him. "There are two other wraith on this base. Are you aware of this?" They lied, as there was only one. The wraith looked at them. He seemed chocked. Whas he really unaware of this? Did he have no clue at all? Or would he be pulling a trick on them?

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A wraith's mission: part two: Questions
They dragged the soaked wraith all the way trough the gate and now dropped him right in front of it. "What is this?" Woolsey asked but Stepped backwards as he saw the wraith. "Don't worry. He's unconsous and he will be for a while." Sheppard said when he saw the awkward reaction of Woolsey."These wraith can communicate telepatically. Is it even save to have two wraith at the same time on the base? For all we know they might be plotting an escape or an attack on us."Woolsey couldn't keep his eyes of the wraith. "And isn't he going to get a cold this way?" Sheppard looked at him as if he's gone mad. "And since when do you care?""Well, we could at least change his clothes." Woolsey insisted. And while the wraith was still lifelessly lying there on the floor, the humans around him started to gather some things and started to peel the wet clothes of him. Sheppard went looking for an outfit in the infirmary. "he's about 1.90 m if I'm right. Dr. Keller came back with some clothes. She gave him a whpite shirt and white trousers usually worn while one was ill. "Does he need help?" Keller asked. She was allways to kind. Whether it was human or not, if someone was in need, she wanted to help. "He's wraith! He'll be harsh enough." Sheppard said."He's just wet because he fell in the water when we stunned him. Keller was looking for towels and insisted to take them with him. "But we... I think...allright." Sheppard rolled his eyes and went back to the gateroom. "Is it really necessary to do this here, wide in the open?" Woolsey asked while looking at the halfnaked wraith in front of him. Some of the people were drying the wraith's long hair with a hairdryer. "It's so weird that he doesn't wake up." She said. "Well, do you prefer him to be awake and coming for you?" Another said. "No, it's just... you must have stunned him several times, 'cause he's still unconsious." After a short while she started to talk again. "I always wonder. That long hair, would it be a statussymbol or something? Like, the higher the rank, the longer the hair, or the older, the longer the hair? Or maybe even reversed. Would some wraith ever consider cutting his hair short?" Sheppard came back in and rolled his eyes. It seemed like they had towels allready. He trew the outfit to the one in front of him."And in case you need any of these, Dr. Keller has given me some extras." He said. "Oh, by the way. Where are Ronon and Teyla?" he asked while he was watching them taking him clothes on. "He looks pretty good in those." someone said. "You think?" Rodney, who have been quiet the whole time, asked. He looked at the wraith, still scared that he would wake up. It could be anytime now and they'd all be in danger. "Oh and Teyla and Ronon rather had nothing to do with this, so they worked on something else. They might work with us later. They got back to that planet with the worshippers." Rodney explained." Until now everything is allright." Together they started to pick the wraith up and drag him to his cell. There they put him on the bench and waited till he would wake up.
"I'm starting to worry a bit here. Is this still normal?" McKay asked. But then suddenly the wraith opened his eyes and looked straight at them.
***
The wraith felt everything but saw nothing. Everything was a haze. From the feeling of the leafs agaings his face, to the feeling of being dragged away to somewhere. He heard voices as if he was in a bubble, neither could he understand them. Were they even speaking an ancient dialect? He felt like he was getting undressed from his wet clothes. How they had to peel of the clothes that were almost glued to his body. The tried to open his eyes, to wake up, but somehow he couldn't. He felt like smiling when they were giving him a hairdo. The towels felt warm and soft against his body. He began to feel rather cold. But wraith didn't get goosebumbs, so possibly no one would see that it was time to put him clothes on again. And besides he still felt some wet places. They started to dress him in some light clothing. A t-shirt and some trousers that were actually a wee bit too short. He felt someone picked him up and dragged him somewere else. The room wasn't really cold, but neither was it warm. He felt they lay him onto something hard. Was he in the morgue? He wasn't dead! He was totally disorientated. For a while he lied there still to give his eyes and body some rest and time to adapt to the surroundings. He heard more clear now. Someone was asking if he was okay. He opened his eyes and looked from the ceiling to the men. The bars were blocking his view. Sitting upright brought chills over his back but he ignored them. He looked down at the clothes wich were as white as his hair. It looked weird on him. Now he started to look around the cellblock and inspecting everything. "Auw. What is this?" He asked when he felt the shielding. No one answered but as a matter of fact he would have been quite irritated if they had. What happened? Where was he? Why was he here? the how was obvious. He was dragged here. "Were am I? Who are you?" He asked. A man in a blue shirt answered. He introduced himself as Dr. Rodney McKay and reacted irritated to someone who was making a joke about his first name "Meredith". "So well. I am Dr. Rodney McKay and you are in Atlantis, the city of the ancients." He even told them they were here for over 2 years and that they have made a trip home to a planet called Earth. "And what can we call you?" He asked. "I've been called Thor once." The wraith replied. He was never called Thor before, however. He just heard that name somewere and took it over. He pronounced the name as "Tore." But wraith never needed a name. They called each other over the psychic network. The wraith started pacing around. How much could he rely on his manipulative abilities now? And when should he start? He was getting irritated. They started to ask him stupid questions he didn't really want to answer. After all the thing he hated most about humans was stupidity. Asking stupid questions, making stupid plans that only led to their own damnation, stupid actions, hurting each other. What was it in those humans that made them so childish, so self-destructive? And why weren't the wraith affected with this? Except for some of them perhaps... The wraith sighed. "You must have suffered amnesia if you are unaware of the stupidity of your question. I killed her because I was hungry. If you have battled us wraith for over 2 years, you must know this by now." He said in a sharp voice. "We were just testing you." Sheppard replied him only to see an arrogant smile on the wraiths lips. He didn't really buy it, however true it was. "What were you planning to do with the body? Trow it in the river perhaps?" Sheppard asked. "I was trying to avoid that, but then you stunned me." The wraith held his head high. The team decided to test him. "There are two other wraith on this base. Are you aware of this?" They lied, as there was only one. The wraith looked at them. He seemed chocked. Whas he really unaware of this? Did he have no clue at all? Or would he be pulling a trick on them?