The Solaris Device pt12

The Solaris Device

Possibly the darkest piece of writing I’ve done so far.

Nikki’s having a really bad day. Jayne thinks she’s figured something out. Is she right this time or just jumping to conclusions?

No sign of Mirth, Teyla or Ronon in this episode. Lets just hope the Wraith didn’t eat them?

Pt12. Wraith Queen

Nikki woke slowly, drifting out of a strange dream where she running through the corridors of a Wraith hive, trying to find Colonel Sheppard, but he was always just too far ahead. She felt the cold hard floor beneath her, and her back and neck ached. She reached up a hand to wipe her eyes.
“Colonel, I think she’s finally waking up” she heard Jayne whispering.
Suddenly she felt a warm hand stroking the back of her neck.
“Hey, Nikki, you ok?” Sheppard asked in a soft voice. 
“Uh, I think so?” WG struggled up into a sitting position and stretched, trying to ease the cramped muscles in her back.
The first thing she noticed about the cell was that there was no sign of Mirth, Ronon or Teyla.
“Hey, where are the others?” she asked, starting to panic.
Sheppard placed a soothing hand on her back, trying calming her. “I’m not sure. Funny thing though, they seem to have separated us according to who has the ATA gene.”
WG tried not to think about what that might mean.
“Look, try not to worry, Ronon’s bound to have a couple of knives hidden somewhere. He’ll find a way to escape, and then they’ll come for us.”

At that moment a group of wraith arrived and opened the door to the cell. The leader had long white hair, a tattoo on his face, and an immaculately tailored leather coat. He was accompanied by three drones, their faces covered with masks. He grabbed John by his collar and pulled him to his feet.
“The queen wishes to talk with you.” he snarled.
“Get the other two,” he barked at the drones.

The wraith took them to a large chamber, with a table and chairs in the center of it. Incongruously, there was a bowl of fruit in the center of the table. It must not have agreed with the last visitors, as a drained human body was sitting on one of the chairs, ragged clothes hanging off the fragile body. The queen had long black hair, and was wearing a low cut leather dress which would have been glamorous on a human woman. She hissed at the guards, who forced the prisoners down on their knees in front of John.

WG risked a glance at her companions. Jayne was bravely struggling to hide her fear, and the Colonel looked blank, emotionless, almost bored. WG envied him, certain her terror was etched onto her face for all to see. The queen approached Sheppard first, as if recognizing he was the leader of the group. She ran one long fingernail from his temple, down the side of his cheek, along his jaw line to the tip of his chin.
“Tell me what you were doing here.” she hissed at him.
“Never.” he spat at her.
“I could hurt you.” she promised, watching for a flicker of emotion in his eyes, but Sheppard didn’t flinch.
“Or perhaps I will feed on your friends. Do you care about them, human? Can you bear to watch while they suffer?”
She looked at Jayne speculatively for a moment, then turned to examine WG.
“This one.”

The queen waved to the guards, and they lifted WG to a standing position, then dragged her round so that John was looking right at her. WG struggled, but the guards were too strong. The queen smiled at John. It was the most hideous sight he had ever seen.
“This is your last chance human, tell me what I need to know.”
WG was looking straight at John, mentally willing him to come up with some last minute plan to save her. For a second he dropped his guard and she saw some flicker of emotion, then the mask was back. The queen ripped WG’s shirt open, not caring about her victim’s modesty, then she plunged her hand into her victim’s chest. WG screamed, as her life was drained from her. John refused to look away, holding her gaze, trying to offer some comfort. Jayne couldn’t bear to watch her friend‘s agony, so she turned to face the Colonel. She was surprised at the raw emotion that the Colonel wasn‘t trying to hide anymore. Suddenly Jayne remembered all the times that the Colonel had teased her friend, and she realized that the man had been flirting. Under different circumstances, she would have been glad for her friend, but somehow it made what was happening seem more tragic. Finally, the torture was over and the queen withdrew her hand, leaving WG frail but alive.

The queen turned her attention back to John. “Still not talking, human? What makes you think you can defy me? You will bend to my will in time. I will make you all my worshippers, starting with this one.” The queen hissed, and she plunged her hand back into WG’s chest. Slowly the life returned to her, until she looked the same as before, maybe better. The guards released her and she fell to the floor, gasping.

“Return them to the cell.” the queen ordered. The guards forced the prisoners to their feet, and dragged them back to the cells. WG  stumbled forward, feeling disoriented, and John reached out to catch her. He pulled them both down to their knees and hugged her hard, while she cried into his jacket. Jayne kneeled down behind WG and rubbed her back, then she hugged her, her hands reaching round to John’s back. The three of them stayed like that for a long time, comforting each other.

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