Atlantis: Untitled
Notes: written for anendlessnight, based on the prompt: "Ford making a Wraith his bitch before taking his enzymes."
Date: August 2005
Ford says, "heya, Mike! You're awake." The Wraith doesn't move much, he keeps his eyes clothes, just his arms tugging against the ropes a little, and Ford smiles. The knots will hold, he learned that in at the SGC Marine training facility - How To Hog-Tie Something Much Much Stronger Than You.
"Mike, Mike, Mike," he says, crouching down close, letting the Wraith smell him, get hungry. This one is Mike, the last one was Laurie, because he names them all in alphabetical order, like they do with Hurricanes. They've been almost all guys, but he switches off boy-girl to fuck with them, though it's not like they'd know the difference. Once, he kept one alive long enough to have something of a conversation, and Ford would swear Christian'd said something like "they call me Dishwasher," but his memory's maybe not that great anymore. Dishwasher?
"Mike!" He says, tapping the Wraith's face with his P-90. It's out of ammo, but Mike doesn't know that. "I know what you're thinking, you're thinking 'it is only a matter of time before I break these puny bonds and eat you!' but that's exactly what the last guy thought, and hey, I'm still here - and he's not. If you get my point." Ford smiles.
It took him about 5 Wraith to get the system down, he's got the needle hooked up to the little not-vein on their arms like a reverse IV, like giving blood. They make more enzyme when they're hungry, they make more enzyme when they're desperate.
"You will release me," Mike says, his eyes snapping open. Ford laughs. "You will release me," Mike says, again, baring his teeth, growling, getting all theatrical. Ford doesn't back away, doesn't flinch.
"I don't think so, Mike," he says. "I think I'm gonna keep you here 'til we're done. 'Til I say we're done."
"They will come for me," Mike says, fear creeping in on the edges of his voice. "They will know what you've done."
Ford holds up what used to be Mike's transmitter, the one he busted before dragging Mike with him through the gate to Planet Waterfall. Mike suddenly looks around, and Ford can see the realization run across his face. Behind enemy lines, no back up, no hope of rescue.
"You will release me," Mike says, panicked. Ford shakes his head. "You will release me," Mike says, and says it over and over, enzyme rushing to through the plastic tubing. IV bag's almost full. Time to move on. Ford stands up, reaching for his Beretta.
Mike says, "you will release me," one last time before looking up, his cat-like eyes going wide. "Please," he says.
Ford fires three shots into Mike's forehead before turning to go. He's gonna name the next one Natalie.
Date: August 2005
Ford says, "heya, Mike! You're awake." The Wraith doesn't move much, he keeps his eyes clothes, just his arms tugging against the ropes a little, and Ford smiles. The knots will hold, he learned that in at the SGC Marine training facility - How To Hog-Tie Something Much Much Stronger Than You.
"Mike, Mike, Mike," he says, crouching down close, letting the Wraith smell him, get hungry. This one is Mike, the last one was Laurie, because he names them all in alphabetical order, like they do with Hurricanes. They've been almost all guys, but he switches off boy-girl to fuck with them, though it's not like they'd know the difference. Once, he kept one alive long enough to have something of a conversation, and Ford would swear Christian'd said something like "they call me Dishwasher," but his memory's maybe not that great anymore. Dishwasher?
"Mike!" He says, tapping the Wraith's face with his P-90. It's out of ammo, but Mike doesn't know that. "I know what you're thinking, you're thinking 'it is only a matter of time before I break these puny bonds and eat you!' but that's exactly what the last guy thought, and hey, I'm still here - and he's not. If you get my point." Ford smiles.
It took him about 5 Wraith to get the system down, he's got the needle hooked up to the little not-vein on their arms like a reverse IV, like giving blood. They make more enzyme when they're hungry, they make more enzyme when they're desperate.
"You will release me," Mike says, his eyes snapping open. Ford laughs. "You will release me," Mike says, again, baring his teeth, growling, getting all theatrical. Ford doesn't back away, doesn't flinch.
"I don't think so, Mike," he says. "I think I'm gonna keep you here 'til we're done. 'Til I say we're done."
"They will come for me," Mike says, fear creeping in on the edges of his voice. "They will know what you've done."
Ford holds up what used to be Mike's transmitter, the one he busted before dragging Mike with him through the gate to Planet Waterfall. Mike suddenly looks around, and Ford can see the realization run across his face. Behind enemy lines, no back up, no hope of rescue.
"You will release me," Mike says, panicked. Ford shakes his head. "You will release me," Mike says, and says it over and over, enzyme rushing to through the plastic tubing. IV bag's almost full. Time to move on. Ford stands up, reaching for his Beretta.
Mike says, "you will release me," one last time before looking up, his cat-like eyes going wide. "Please," he says.
Ford fires three shots into Mike's forehead before turning to go. He's gonna name the next one Natalie.