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Sneak Peek: Prey, chapter untitled

What kind of games are the humans playing at? Is this some experiment of theirs, to pit him against some predator from their own world to test him in some way? He knows some of their scientists requested to run experiments on him, but Sheppard had not allowed it.

He has not seen Sheppard for many of the Lantean day/night cycles. Perhaps, his queen has over ruled him and is allowing this to happen. Maybe this is why Sheppard has refused to come to his cell, why he has ceased his involvement in the wraith’s ongoing care.

He rounds a corner into a room filled with light. Not overwhelming, not from this distance. The light is coming through a long wall of windows, Atlantis is dark, he can see voids where the towers jut up into the air. Beyond it however is a vast wall of lights. The whole sky is illuminated.

He has never seen anything like it, and for a moment he stills in awe. Across the waves there are towers of light. Lights that move in tightly controlled patterns. Light as far across the horizon as he can see. If each light represented a single human being it would be more than he has consumed in his entire life. How could a world be so full of life? Ever present in the back of his mind hunger blooms, and the moment is broken.

He sprints towards the windows, intending to break through them and leave this accursed city. The water will be cold, but he can swim for long distances when motivated. He is both motivated and angry. He will leave Atlantis and Sheppard’s betrayal, and flee to the city of light. He will find a way to survive on this alien world. He has always survived.

He is never ending.

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Sneak Peek: Rondets (Working Title)

From Awkward Conversations

Bonewhite shakes his head in admiration, The Lantean humans are entirely more bold than anything I have encountered before. Most of the humans I have been with would not have been that audacious.

You continue to pursue your painter-warrior, so I don’t think you find it unpleasant.

True, Bonewhite responded, rolling the randomizer. I find Lorne refreshing. There is something else you should consider that is unique to the Lantean variation. Their society looks down on those who have physical relations with those of the same sex, in particular on men who allow themselves to be penetrated by other men. For those of their warrior class, this can be particularly onerous, and discovery of such behavior can result in being forced into a class change.

There are so many things wrong with that, that Guide has no idea where to start. They could be forced to change class?

But, we aren’t the same sex?

Obviously, but humans view all workers as male, Bonewhite shrugs.

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Sneak Peak: Untitled Chapter

Mercy on A03

He said the words because he could get information from the wraith, but as he said them he recognized the truth of them. How long had it been held captive down here? Getting fed only when Kolya needed to hurt someone, and God knew what else Kolya had done to it. Aside from isolating it. He drew in a breath as he got it. They were telepathic, and it was alone. It wanted him to figure it out. It wanted to be known, even if for only for the few hours he would live. It was used to being surrounded by hundreds of minds, and all it had were scraps of contact here and there. This was definitely something he could use. He pushed himself up to his feet and peered into its cell through the tiny opening. He would give it what it wanted. “When did you hear them call me Sheppard,” he let suspicion color his voice.

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Sneak Peak: Untitled Conversation

Awkward Conversations

Sheppard picks up a basket and slides open the washer drawer, drawing out the neatly folded clothes.

“Those Ancients,” he jokes. “They had a fix for everything. I haven’t had to fold laundry in over a year.”

“Sir,” Lorne says. He can’t let Sheppard change the subject. Not yet. “The wraith asked me to meet him again.”

Sheppard pauses, every line in his body gone tight with tension. Lorne rushes on, finding the next fabrication easy, “I might have described some card games to him, and he… kinda wants to learn how to play. He asked me to bring some and come meet him again.”

Sheppard straightens, turns to look at Lorne with an unreadable look on his face.

“I… it might be a good source of intelligence. Sir.”

He wants to look away from Sheppard, but holds his ground.

“Could you do that?” Sheppard asks, his voice wary. “Could you meet with him, and play games or whatever else and keep a clinical distance?”

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Sneak Peak: Mating Gifts

Eye Of The Storm Ch 11

Todd tentatively pressing his lips against John’s.

John has so many questions.

At the moment though, he is caught in the touch of the wraith’s mouth on his. After the night in the infirmary, it was pretty clear to him that Todd didn’t know what a kiss was. His awkwardness makes it pretty likely that he still doesn’t. John reacts though, wrapping an arm around Todd, pulling him close.

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Sneak Peek

Awkward Conversation: Untitled chapter

Perhaps Evan’s distress bleeds through to the wraith, Ivory strokes his hair gently, comfortingly, and begins to purr softly. Evan finally breaks the kiss and rests his head on the wraith’s shoulder, breathing hard.

“You are well?” the wraith asks him.

“Yeah,” he replies, his breath a ragged gasp. He turns his face in towards the wraith, pressing a line of gentle kisses on his throat.

The wraith’s fingers continue their slow stroking through his hair, “You seem distressed.”

“It’s a work thing,” Evan sighs. “I shouldn’t bother you with it.”

“If you like,” Ivory responds, turning his head to gently kiss his forehead. “Let me wipe it from your thoughts.”

Evan pulls back and looks at him sharply, he was fairly sure the wraith couldn’t alter someone’s mind permanently but…

The wraith laughs at the look on his face.

“Distract you,” he clarifies. There is something almost smug in the way the wraith is carrying himself. He takes Evan by the hand and pulls him towards the door of the cruiser. “Come inside.”

Evan hesitates, just a moment, at the base of the ramp. The wraith has offered once or twice to take him into the cruiser, but after Evan continued to refuse, he had not asked again. The wraith turns at his hesitance and meets his eyes, a question in his green gold eyes.

If Ivory has discovered his subterfuge, Evan will likely die if he follows him.

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Sneak Peak: Untitled

From: The Derelict very rough draft

A change in the light quality brings him to full alertness and he looks up quickly, terrified to find that the Daiomon is in his quarters. Its head is tilted, an owl hunting prey. He wants to reach for his radio, he needs to call for help, for backup. Instead, he locks up, staying put. The Daioman locks eyes with him, and he can’t move. He’s never been this close to one, but he’s read the survivor reports. The way they can entrance their victims, drawing them in with only a look. So many people simply walked into their embrace to die.

Jasper feels himself take a step towards the Daiomon, feeling a sensation of peace settle over him. He knows something is wrong, something should bother him, but he can’t remember what. He feels the fabric of his shirt slip from his fingers as he takes another step forward. He is within arms reach of the Daiomon and it raises a cool hand to his cheek.

He closes his eyes and rests his cheek against the hand which gently cups his face. The clawed fingers trace over his flesh. Those claws, so deadly; they are hollow, used to inject a poison of some kind to neutralize prey, and yet he doesn’t fear them. Somehow, ridiculously, he feels safe.

A voice in the back of his mind is screaming at him, because this is exactly how the report from the only expedition member to survive being fed on described the moments right before the attack. The Daiomon’s eyes trail over him, a finger traces his cheekbones, tilts his face to examine it from different angles.

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New Chapter up. I'm sick and woozy so please forgive any obvious mistakes.