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Title: The Cost of Insolence

Author: Darkestangel

Summary: The Wraith teaches the insolent Sheppard a lesson

Author�s Website: Darkness Prevails (http://home.bellsouth.net/p/s/community.dll?ep=16&groupid=137913&ck=)

Comments: angela9in@ureach.com

Archive: yes to pegasusgate.net, Area 52, and all others with permission

Warnings: SPOILER for �The Defiant One�, non-con, violence, language
Pairing: Sheppard/Wraith

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: They�re not mine. I am only borrowing them from the brilliant creators of the show, MGM, and the Sci-Fi Channel.

Author�s Notes:

This is a missing scene from �The Defiant One�. This scene takes place between Sheppard using a grenade on the Wraith and McKay�s arrival.
My story, �The Reawakening� (http://www.geocities.com/angela9in/TheReawakiningAug2004.txt.htm) sets up the Ancient/Wraith relationship. My take on how the Wraith reacts and feeds upon the Ancients is not based on any actual episode plot or Canon. This is just the way I want the Wraith to react to John, who possess the strongest concentration of the ATA gene on Atlantis.

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John was amazed that the Wraith had survived the grenade explosion, �You have got to be kidding me!�
�You might as well come out from behind that rock Atlantian. You cannot defeat me.�
John knew that the Wraith was right. He was out of options and out of time. Ford and his team were at least a few minutes away from landing, so he slipped out from behind the rock with his knife in hand, �I�m sure that�s what your �sister� said before I impaled her on her own weapon.�
The Wraith looked perplexed, �Sister?�
�Yeah, she was a real looker with red hair and long fingers. Ring a bell?�
The Wraith grinned widely, �You killed a Watcher? I�m impressed, but that won�t save you now?� He stalked confidently towards his prey, �Tell me, what happened once you killed her?�
John was regretting bringing up the female Wraith that he had killed months before, �Nothing much, she just gasped for breath, and bled to death.�
�You think I�m a fool? You woke the others didn�t you? They are culling new worlds once again��
John interrupted, �Well, you won�t be joining them if I have anything to say about it!�
�I knew that your feeble race could not defeat us, but I still don�t understand how you came to be in this galaxy. When my ship crashed on this planet, we were only a few short moons away from wiping your people from existence.� The Wraith began circling John preparing to attack, �How is it that you have come to this planet?�
John defiantly stood his ground, �I guess we�re stronger than you think because my race survived your culling.�
The Wraith could see that the human was lying, �Once again you try to deceive me. Do you really think that you�re going to be able to save yourself? You and your pathetic species were the last hope for the mere humans in this galaxy, and I have no doubt that we defeated you!�
�Cocky aren�t you? Why do you find it so hard to believe that we overpowered you?�
�I know that some of your people went through the gate to another world, but your city was abandoned. Have you returned from this world?�
John did not want Earth or any other planet brought into the conversation, �Are you going to talk me to death or are you actually going to attack me?�

The Wraith responded with a bone-jarring hit to the face that sent John flying ten feet through the air, �Tell me of this world your people escaped to? Does it have many Atlantians on it?�
John struggled to sit up holding his bruised cheek with his hand, �Man, you Wraith really have it in for the Ancients don�t you?�
The Wraith knew that the Atlantians and the Ancients were the same race, �You have much to offer. We enjoy your taste more so than we do the measly humans.�
�Yeah, I�ve already heard this story.�
The Wraith tilted his head to the side in confusion, �You�ve been told this before by another Wraith?�
�Yeah, his name was Steve, and he told me that you guys liked to dine on my people for months, even years. Something about the chemical structure inside our bodies can withstand longer feedings.�
The Wraith walked slowly towards the injured Sheppard, �Steve? I do not know of this name.�
�Well, he was my prisoner and I didn�t want to keep calling him Mr. Wraith, so I gave him a nickname,� John slowly pulled himself up into standing position.

�You? You captured a Wraith and held him prisoner? How did you manage that?�
John stood up confidently ignoring the ache in his jaw, �I shot him with a Wraith stunner. You know you guys really should try to come up with some sort of defense against your own weapons, but I guess you guys are too busy thinking about your next meal.�
The Wraith intently studied Sheppard�s supple body, �Speaking of my next meal, you should last me throughout the journey.�
John did not like the idea of going anywhere with the deranged Wraith. �Journey? I thought that you were going to use my dead hands to fly the Jumper to a hive ship, but if it�s okay with you, I would just assume to sit this road trip out.�
�I was going to kill you quickly, but now I see that I spoke in haste. I would rather savor your taste rather than to make a quick meal of you. I will take you with me, and I will let the others see the Atlantian who dared to kill a Watcher and imprisoned another.�
John definitely didn�t like the idea of going to meet other Wraith, �I don�t think that we�ve known each other long enough for you to take me home to meet the family. I mean I don�t even know your name, and you want to take me home to meet your parents?�
Once again the Wraith pushed John through the air cracking ribs in the process. John laid on the ground struggling to catch the breath that had been knocked out of him, �You are different from the others of your kind. You are bold and insolent. I shall enjoy making you scream.�
John nearly shrieked in panic as he felt the cold hand grasping his ankle. He felt himself being dragged towards the Jumper, and he tried desperately to halt the forward movement with his hands, but the Wraith simply pulled harder, �You shall learn respect Atlantian, and I will have years to train you to service all of my appetites.�
John grunted in pain as his head hit the ramp of the Jumper, �You�ll find that I don�t make a good slave. I rebel against authority. You might as well kill me now.�
The Wraith let go of Sheppard�s ankle, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him up on his feet, �Close the hatch.�
John ignored the request and looked around the Jumper for a weapon, �You�re smart. Figure it out for yourself.�
The Wraith grabbed Sheppard�s left shoulder and gave it a swift twist. He smiled when his prisoner screamed in agony, �Close the hatch now, or I will dislocate the other arm as well.�
John closed his eyes trying to control the burning sensation coming from his shoulder, �It�s over there,� he pointed. Once the Wraith had him close enough, he reached out with his right hand and closed the hatch trapping himself inside the Jumper with a pissed off Wraith who apparently wanted more than a meal from him.
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Rodney stared at the lifeless form of Brendan Gaul, who had taken his own life with a bullet to the head. He couldn�t blame the man for wanting to die. Who would want to live looking and feeling forty years older than you really were? He felt like he should take a moment to contemplate the situation, but he knew that John was out on the planet surface alone with a 10,000 year-old Wraith who was anxiously awaiting his next meal. Brendan had been right when he said that Rodney had changed and that he wanted to go and help the Major. He wanted to be out in the thick of things fighting for survival; not cowering in the corner of a Wraith ship waiting to be eaten. He was determined to prove to Sheppard that he was capable of taking care of himself, even if he couldn�t take care of Gaul, so he left the ship heading out into the elements hoping that he could help Major Sheppard before it was too late.

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John sat in the back of the Jumper allowing his eyes to adjust to the ship�s lighting. He watched wearily as the Wraith walked over towards him and stood in front of him. He lifted his head up and stared into the eyes of his captor, �Somehow, I think that this is going to be John Sheppard�s Bogus Journey.�
�John Sheppard, you may call me Master.�
�I prefer to call you Steve or Mr. Wraith.� He received a slap to the face that nearly broke his jaw and jarred his teeth, �Okay, Master it is.�
�You will learn quickly not to disobey me slave.� The Wraith reached out and softly caressed the cheek that he had battered, �You will not live long if you cannot obey my commands, and that would be a shame to kill something so exquisite.�
�Is that supposed to scare me? I told you that I would rather die now than to be your slave��
John�s rant was prematurely interrupted by a hand wrapping around his neck. The Wraith pushed the writhing Sheppard up against the wall of the Jumper and squeezed tightly, �You will obey me slave, and you will not speak unless spoken to.� John felt his legs dangling in the air and he struggled to catch the smallest gasp of air. The Wraith snickered in amusement as John struggled for his life, �I thought you wanted to die Major Sheppard?�
John knew that he was in an impossible situation. He didn�t want the Wraith to take him as a slave who he tortured daily, and yet he didn�t want to die quickly either. He hoped that Ford would be able to land undetected and save him from becoming �the catch of the day�. He knew that he should cooperate if he wanted to live long enough to see Ford and his team again.
�Which is it Atlantian? Do you want to live and serve me or do you want to die?�
John felt the hand releasing his neck, and he slumped to the floor of the Jumper gasping for air, �I want to live.�
The Wraith grabbed his hair and yanked his neck backwards, �Yes�you want to live and do what Sheppard?�
John stared daggers of hatred into the Wraith�s eyes, �I want to live and serve you Master.�
The Wraith smiled widely exposing his razor sharp teeth, �You have pleased me slave.� He pulled Sheppard up so that he was standing once again, �You shall service me before we begin our journey.�
John felt the slimy tongue licking the outside of his lips and he turned his head away, �Not until you brush those teeth. Do you have any idea how bad your breath smells after 10,000 years?�
The Wraith once again hit John hard causing him to crash into the back of the pilot�s chair. He collapsed onto the floor rolling around in pain. His head was foggy and disoriented, but he saw the handgun strapped underneath the chair. It was standard procedure for the pilot and co-pilot to stash a hidden firearm underneath the seat for emergencies, and this was most definitely an emergency. He slowly inched his hand under the chair hoping to catch the Wraith by surprise.
�You will learn obedience,� the Wraith warned as he grabbed John by his dislocated shoulder and yanked him back up into standing position.
John screamed in agony as his injured shoulder was brutalized again, �You fucking bastard! Stop hurting me!� He looked backwards towards the chair and to the gun that he had not been able to obtain. He had to figure out a way to get back to the seat, and getting knocked unconscious because of his defiance was not the best way of going about it.
�Open your mouth for mine, and I will stop hurting you.�
John trembled in pain as his shoulder was squeezed even harder, �Okay!�
The Wraith drew his mouth closer to John�s mouth, �If you bite me I will break everyone of your fingers.�
John sighed in disgust, �Just get it over with.�
He felt the cold lips brushing his own, and he clenched in despair as the Wraith�s tongue penetrated his mouth. The foul taste and sliminess of the appendage nearly caused him to choke. He concentrated on keeping his stomach contents inside as the tongue was driven in deep enough to taste his tonsils. He yanked his head away from the foreign invader, �Who the hell taught you to kiss, Jabba the Hut?�
�I do not understand your words. Who is this Jabba the Hut?�
�He�s this slimy fat bastard with a tongue as long as your arm who smells like you.� John wasn�t surprised to find himself once again soaring through the air. This time he landed against the co-pilot�s chair. He tasted his own blood filling his mouth, and he spat it out onto the floor of the Jumper.
�You are entertaining Sheppard, and as much as I enjoy causing you pain, I think that it is time for you to service my other needs.�
John watched the Wraith walking slowly towards him not sure of what needs he referred to. He slowly inched his hand underneath the seat and felt around for the small handgun, �What needs would that be?�
�I will you let you choose. You can service my appetite or my physical needs.�
John felt his stomach clench in panic as the words sunk in, �Oh, I get it. You want me to give you some physical stimulation in return for you not feeding on me.�
�I will be fulfilled either way, but you will be drained to the point of exhaustion if I taste you.�
John�s hand brushed up against the gun, �I thought you said that I could survive a small feeding?�
�Yes, you can survive, but even the briefest of contact with my fingers will drain days from your precious life, and you will be very tired and unable to fight me.�
John pulled the gun out of its holster, �But I would still be able to fly the Jumper?�
�Yes�now which will it be? I taste you or you taste me?�
John watched as the Wraith ran its long fingers down to its groin and stroked the outside of his uniform, �There�s not a third option?�
The Wraith growled in frustration and yanked John up to his knees causing him to drop the gun on the floor underneath the chair, �I grow tired of your insolence Atlantian. I think that you will be more appreciative of your situation if you feel my essence going down your thirsty throat. I will give you the honor of tasting my seed, and you will thank me for it!�
John cursed silently as the gun dropped out of his hand, and he watched as the Wraith pulled his long, grayish cock out of his uniform, �You have got to be kidding me! You want me to thank you for letting me suck your dick? That is the nastiest thing I have ever seen. Get that out of my face!�
The Wraith grabbed Sheppard by the back of the neck and forced him closer to his hardened shaft, �You will service me or I will rip the flesh off of your bones and feed it to you!�
John grimaced, �Well�when you put it that way, who could say no?�
The Wraith smiled victoriously as Sheppard opened his mouth, �Your mouth will pleasure me now, but when we get to a Wraith ship, your entire body will be mine to devour.� He forced his long sleek cock down John�s mouth laughing as the human struggled not to gag, �You Atlantians will learn your place in this galaxy. You are meant to be on your knees worshipping the Wraith, and you will be grateful everyday of your short life for the opportunity to service me and my race.�

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Aidan Ford watched as the Puddle Jumper neared its target. The Ancient life sign detector showed three living beings in the immediate vicinity. Two were clustered close together, while another one was alone, but was walking towards the other two life signs. He wasn�t sure exactly what was taking place on the surface of the planet, but he knew by his earlier conversation with Major Sheppard that there was a hostile attacking his position. He knew that Sheppard and the three scientists had landed on the planet to investigate a downed Wraith ship, but it was unclear how a Wraith had survived the crash, and why it was that the Major was battling the Wraith alone. He could only hope that his team would arrive in time to help the Major and whoever else had survived the Wraith attack.

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John closed his eyes tightly trying to block out the waves of nausea that threatened to overpower him. He was struggling with the intrusive member that was currently being shoved down his throat in a violent manner. The Wraith had both of his hands clasped behind John�s head forcing his mouth down further onto his dick. John�s nose was touching the hairless pubic area and he felt like the Wraith was going to literally choke him to death. He was constantly gagging as his mouth was fucked with no mercy. He felt tears streaming down his face as he struggled to catch a breath through his nose.
�That�s very nice Major Sheppard. You will get used to doing this soon enough; although, I do enjoy hearing you choking on my dick as you called it.� The Wraith watched his cock pounding in and out of the helpless mouth, and he forced John�s face down even further. He laughed as he watched the Atlantian struggling for breath, but he held his nose down to his pubic bone and watched as the powerless man began to shake from the lack of oxygen, �Take my seed down your throat and I will allow you to breathe.� John was trembling in horror as he gasped for air. He felt as if he were drowning as the Wraith jettisoned his semen into his mouth and down his throat. He desperately tried to swallow all of the rancid and tainted liquid, but he felt some it dribbling down his chin.
Once the Wraith was finished violating his mouth, he was released, and he collapsed down on the floor struggling to take in large gulps of needed air. While he watched the Wraith closing its eyes, trying to recover from his orgasm, John silently reached underneath the co-pilot seat and grabbed the gun. Without hesitation, he aimed at the Wraith and emptied his entire clip into the Wraith�s head and chest. He instantly got up and ran out of the Jumper trying to get away from his captor before he had a chance to recover from the bullet wounds.
While John ran back outside, the wounds on the Wraith did in fact heal quickly. He sat up, tucked himself back inside his uniform, and set out to recapture his new slave, �You will pay dearly for this Sheppard. You cannot escape me!�
John heard the threat and turned around to face the Jumper, where the Wraith stood, �You�ll have to catch me first you bastard!�
The Wraith approached Sheppard once again, �Such spirit! I can�t wait to take it away from you.� He slapped John once again tossing him through the air like a rag doll. He made his way towards the battered man, but he was rudely interrupted with another bullet lodging itself in his chest.
Rodney McKay stood frozen in terror, �Major Sheppard, what do I do now?�
Sheppard struggled to sit up, �Keep firing McKay!�
The Wraith walked towards the human who continued to shoot him with no hesitation. When the gun was emptied, he saw the look of panic in his eyes. He looked back at his slave who still sat motionless on the ground. He would deal with him later. It was time to take care of the human who had interrupted his fun.
�The gun is empty! What now??� Rodney asked full of alarm.
�Run!� John instructed McKay as he snuck up on the Wraith. He hit the unsuspecting predator with the butt of his gun, and shoved a Power Bar into his uniform, but he still got slammed in the chest by the Wraith.
John found himself once again on his back on the ground fighting for control over the pain. He activated his radio and instructed Ford to aim for the target with the most energy output. He watched as the hungry glowing bugs fluttered around the frustrated Wraith causing him to be an easy target, and smiled as he saw the Ancient drone pound itself into the Wraith. The small ball of explosion signified the end of the Wraith�s long existence, and John couldn�t remember ever being so relieved in his life.
John pulled himself up onto his feet and he surveyed the ground for chunks of Wraith flesh and bone that had flown through the air. He thanked Ford and McKay for their assistance with the Wraith, but they had no idea what they had truly saved him from. He knew that life as a Wraith slave would have been unimaginable, and he feared that his fate in the Pegasus Galaxy would only involve slavery, rape, and a slow death by the Wraith�s hands. He knew that he would never be able to tell anyone about the assault or his fears towards the Wraith, but he could only hope that his past experiences with the enemy would not interfere with his ability to outsmart them or to defeat them. Now that he knew that there was a worse outcome than a quick death, he would be less willing to engage the Wraith in battle, and that might just cost him the life of his team and the only defense in the galaxy against the Wraith, which was his beloved Atlantis.
The End
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