John Sheppard (goodoldshep) wrote in wherehomeis, @ 2008-06-16 20:49:00 |
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Continued from here.
In the jail, John looked over at Teyla when she confirmed what she could sense from the creature in the cage.
"So it's probable that this thing developed from the other strain of DNA Caitlin found in the bug?" John asked.
"Probable," Teyla said. "The Wraith developed a different means of feeding while this species stuck more closely to the original."
That made sense. As far it could make sense. He didn't look like a Wraith, that was sure. If he was related to the Iratus bug, he had apparently evolved into a much more human look than his...cousins? Siblings? In any event, he looked more human save for the fangs that were quite obvious now that John could see him properly.
As he looked at him, he suddenly realized that he could hear a voice whispering in his head. But it wasn't in his own head. It was...
Turning, he saw Fred moving toward the cage, her eyes on the creature.
"FRED!" he yelled, jumping forward and grabbing her arm to pull her away. Fred! When she didn't respond to him, he ran over to the cage and reached through to grab the creature's arm, pointing his P-90 into his throat. "Let my wife go NOW! Or I'm going to blow your damn head off."
The creature blinked. "She's free."
John looked over. Fred, are you all right?