Sheppard's First Wraith Meet and Greet
Over on the GW Shep Whump Thread, we've started a rewatch of SGA since we're all suffering from SGA withdrawal. This week is Rising I & II. This is my very first real fanfic and was inspired by this posted discussion question.
6. The obvious question, where did you feel there were missed opportunities for whump?
My response: Hello??? OF COURSE there were missed opportunities for whump!!! ;) In particular, I would have loved to see more Shep whump delivered by the wraith. He was already awake when we see him get slammed onto the table… what happened inbetween?
Here's my missing scene.
Title: Sheppard’s First Wraith Meet and Greet
Author: Skylore
Rating: PG-13 (I'm not really familiar with ratings. This contains physical whump and a few curse words)
Word Count: 1028
Beta: None. All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimers: Stargate Atlantis and its characters do not belong to me.
Sheppard's First Wraith Meet and Greet
“Bring him,” the caretaker commanded.
The wraith male telepathically orders a drone to come up to the balcony. He nudges the stunned human to his back with his boot. This male is not of the natives they brought back from the planet with the activated beacon. He is of the other group - the defiant ones that carry dart destroying weapons. The drone arrives and he orders it to bring the human to the chamber below. The drone latches onto the human’s arms and drags him along the corridor. It is not the most efficient means to transport an unconscious body or to preserve the health of the human but then again, the drones are not programmed to improvise. As they arrive at the keeper’s chamber, he senses the human begin to stir. Ordering the drone to deposit the human, he disarms the male and drops the two weapons and a knife onto the table for the Keeper to inspect.
***
Sheppard is barely aware of moving. As he feels his head drop and hit something, he groggily opens his eyes and sees that he’s now on the chamber floor. He can’t quite feel anything. His body is numb but he’s beginning to get some peripheral sensation back. There is a grotesque brute standing over him. It has a mask over his face and looks strikingly like the toy mask Jinto and his friend were playing with. Another Wraith, more lithe and without a face mask, bends down over him and deftly yanks and removes his P90 and his Berretta 9mm from him. He’s pushed onto his side and he registers his knife being removed as well. *Crap.*
His hands and feet begin to tingle, like pins and needles.
“Owe,” he whimpers as the intensity amplifies when he tries to flex his limbs.
“He is awake,” a wraith says behind him.
“Bring him to me,” hissed the female wraith.
As he attempts to scissor his legs, trying to evade the hands, he gets yanked up by the scruff of his vest by the masked wraith.
“Hey,” Sheppard yelps. As Sheppard manages to get his legs under him and hold some of his weight again, the drone grabs his neck, grips him hard, choking out any words Sheppard was going to say. The wraith lifts him off of his feet by the throat and twists him around, securing him between the fold of the wraith’s arm. Unable to protest, Sheppard is dragged sideways across the chamber. Still locked in the chokehold, Sheppard begins to see dots dancing across his vision. His body and limbs are on fire, a million ants marching across and biting him. The wraith unpins him from his chest, unceremoniously turns him around and next thing he knew he was slammed onto the table. He unsuccessfully suppresses a groan as his back bears the brunt of the force and ripples of intense pins and needles pain flow back and forth across his back like a tsunami wave generated in an earthquake demo box. His head avoided the same fate because the death grip on his neck kept his head afloat. *Lucky me.* He writhes to keep pace with the pain. The masked wraith looks down at him with indifference (*can they even see?*), applying more pressure to his neck and to his legs until Sheppard stills. Once the grip on his neck loosens, (*thank god*) he gulps down much needed air.
The female saunters into his view.
“How’s the hand feeling?” he quips as he raises his head. The female displays her hand as the wound slowly closes up.
“Much better,” she hauntingly replies. *What’s with the maniacal grin?? Are they immortal??*
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he counters.
The masked wraith reapplies pressure and shoves his head back down. *Ouff.*
From the side of his eyes, Sheppard is aware that the female is flexing her gigantic clawed hand, probably preparing to do to him what she did to Sumner. He tests his arms and finds that although the pins and needles effect is still present, he has more control of his arms, his right more than his left. His legs are not that cooperative. Suddenly, the female leans forward and snatches his life signs detector out of his vest.
“How did this come to you?” she demands.
The grip around his throat forces his head up. *Oh crap. Stay strong, Shep.*
“I don’t remember,” he blurts out nonchalantly.
The hand grips tighter and slams his head back down, forcing a grunt. The grip won’t relent and he’s cut off from oxygen again. Squeezing his eyes shut, trying to concentrate and escape the pain, he hears the female hiss in furious frustration. That captured his attention and he opens his eyes. His eyes go wide as he realizes the female was going to slam her hand onto his chest. He snatches her descending hand by the wrist with his right hand, struggling to hold her at bay. The female digs her free claws into his arm and wrist, trying to dislodge Sheppard’s hold on her. She’s tearing skin, digging trenches of blood and he feels his trembling hand losing. He grabs her claws with his weaker left hand.
The masked wraith tightens his hold on Sheppard’s throat, and then releases his bruising grip on Sheppard’s leg to grab at his left hand. Sheppard tries to evade but with his waning strength, the wraith manages to grab the left wrist and twist it free of the caretaker’s claws. Sheppard chokes out a scream as his left arm drops down onto the table, throbbing in pain to the beat of his adrenaline fueled heartbeat. With his senses blurring with the lack of oxygen and the pain of injuries, Sheppard barely registers that his right arm was yanked away by the caretaker, that she was preparing to strike down on his chest. A moment later, P90 fire rings the chamber and the masked wraith releases its hold on Sheppard. Freed of his restraints and fueled by the rescue, he rolls away from the screaming female, being careful to not jar his left wrist, and radios Stackhouse to “light it up”.
The End
Note: If interested in a visual aid in how the drone grabbed Sheppard and placed him in a chokehold, please review Rising when the wraith go and retrieve the Athosian man from the cell.