fateandfortune | Just two vampires, traveling the galaxy... [For Todd the Wraith]

Todd wasn't sure what had brought about this sudden change, but then again, humans could be very emotional. She was probably homesick.

"Good, also we can try sparring together again tomorrow." he said before he joined his crew near the table to let her have a moment to herself, and to talk to them about what he and the other commanders had discussed.

She was grateful for the space, even if she couldn't say it. The time was spent washing the dishes, using as little water as possible because he'd essentially said there wasn't much on the ship, and putting things away. Dishes were returned to their cupboard, knives to their drawer, spices to the pantry. It was methodical, easy, and gave her time to pull herself together.

She lingered a little at the spices, investigating the ones she hadn't tried earlier. Some she didn't recognize, some where identical to spices from Earth, including... cinnamon. Wonderful, pure cinnamon, sweet like candy with a familiar aroma that made her eyes sting with tears she refused to let fall.

Remy had loved cinnamon. He'd always been sneaking it into her baking, their coffee, anything he could get away with. She shut the jar tight, clutching it between her hands, and whispered to the air, "God, I miss you, sugar." Whispered it to the echo in her mind, the one that was him and wasn't, that was both a comfort and a painful reminder of just how much the war had cost her.

When she stepped out of the pantry and closed it up behind her, Rogue was fine again, as fine as she ever was. Her heartache had been pushed back to where it was normally kept, and she finished her meal amid what she could hear of the conversation from the other room.

As she was eating, several of the wraith had already finished, so when the rest were done, they took them to the sink. But instead of dumping them on her to clean up, they washed and put everything away, perhaps having watched her do it.

After their commander finished elaborating upon what had been discussed, the group broke up, several nodding to Rogue as they left, in thanks.

When it was just the two of them, he said, "I think you've won them over" he grinned.

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She answered his grin with one of her own, "Well, that's nice to hear. I wasn't sure what they'd think of me, being human and all." Even if she wasn't entirely human, as he'd put it, she wasn't Wraith, and from what she'd seen, that meant something.

"I like them," she told him, speaking truthfully. "Your second in command, especially. He handles himself well."

The whole group had been wonderful to deal with, much better than a bunch of rowdy teenagers. That they'd cleaned up after themselves had earned them all gold stars in her book, and she was already planning a way to thank them for it. Dessert was going to be part of the next meal; they'd be finding out soon whether Wraith had a sweet tooth among those sharp ones.

"They've been on the new diet awhile, so their view of you is somewhat less of that of a meal. We'll see how things are when the rest of the crew are given the serum."

He put the last of the dried utensils away and chuckled at that.

"Yes, he's still young, follows protocols a little too strictly for my liking, but he'll be a great commander one day." he said, then added. "Sheppard gave him the name Kenny."

"Kenny?" she repeated with a laugh. "I'm kinda looking forward to meeting this Sheppard, he seems like a very... unique person."

She was worried about going to Atlantis though. About what they would think of her. Something gave her the impression that winning over the Wraith was going to prove leaps and bounds easier than winning over the people of Atlantis.

Crossing her arms, she chewed on her lip for a moment, considering and then finally asking, "What will happen to me if Atlantis doesn't want me there?"

"Either they'll take you or they'll contact some of their allies. Or perhaps even allow you to stay on Earth." he reasoned. "I highly doubt they'll reject you entirely. They're not that sort. Except when it comes to Wraith." he added.

They left the kitchens and headed back to his chambers.

But what if they did say no entirely?

In a few years the new queen will be old enough to settle into the hive, and he'd no longer be able to keep an eye on Rogue, perhaps the queen would even kill her for being too much of a hazard.

"But I can be as deadly as the Wraith," she reminded him softly as they walked. "And while Wraith can control it, I can't."

She tugged her gloves back on, shaking her head in frustration. "If there aren't mutants in this dimension, there's no way I can go to Earth. Someone would lock me away in a lab, there'd be no avoiding it. It's just what humans do." Especially when they were afraid.

When they reached his quarters, she stepped inside and then turned to face him, her expression somber, serious. "If they do reject me, could you find me somewhere to go? A planet somewhere, without other people?"

He had star charts, he knew this galaxy. There had to be somewhere habitable, maybe somewhere with elements just a little too harsh to comfortably host a human settlement, but where she could find a way to exist.

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Yes, she could indeed.

And no, she couldn't control it, but perhaps with time and patience, she could.

A planet to herself. She'd die from lack of any social contact before running out of supplies most likely. There were several worlds uninhabited, largely thanks to the wraith culling everyone there, so finding a suitable one wouldn't be too difficult. If that was her choice...

He nodded with a chuff, "If that is how you wish to live the rest of your days, then so be it."

"Thank you," she said with a nod before turning to go to the desk and gather up the books she'd been studying.

"It's not exactly my ideal retirement plan," she continued, trying to make a joke out of what would probably be the worst case scenario for her, and one of the more likely ones in her opinion. "But at least I'd never run out of people to talk to. There's over two hundred of them hanging out in my head. Some of them aren't too pleasant, but most aren't so bad."

It wasn't the same as having real people around, but she'd lived most of her life in relative isolation. This would just be... a new challenge. If it came down to it.

He offered her no advice nor tried to talk her out of it. It was an awful choice but if Atlantis couldn't help her then he doubted she'd like to be cooking for him and his crew for the rest of her life, even if he managed to convince his new queen of her usefulness.

Todd spoke no more of it for the night, instead settled in his chair to read a little while.

"Manage to translate any of them?" he asked indicating the books she was putting away.

Rogue actually laughed at that. "Not even close," she informed him with a grin. "But I did figure out the city on the water is Atlantis. I considered that a small victory."

She replaced the books in the hidden shelf where she'd found them and slid the panel closed again. It had only been a few days, but she could already say she would miss this place when she left. Even with its shadowy, slightly creepy atmosphere, there was something calming about it, and she honestly wouldn't mind spending more time here, even the rest of her life. Todd was good company, and she did like the wraith she'd met at dinner. But she had to go, for a number of reasons, and she didn't have an invitation to stay.

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"I can write out our alphabet in English if you like." he offered. "Wraith is akin to Lantean but as you don't know either I imagine it'll be impossible to read anything. Other than the pictures of course."

He'd learned how to read and write English while on Atlantis during his time working with Doctor McKay some years ago. The slang and double and triple meanings still occasionally hung him up but now he could read it with little problem, even having borrowed Sheppard's copy of War and Peace when he'd been in the hospital thanks to some nasty side effects of the gene therapy.

He didn't understand fiction, he found it a bit strange that one would write about people and places that didn't exist. But then again he lived in a galaxy where only the most advanced civilizations that slipped through Wraith radar created books, and most were historic or the like.

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"That would be very kind of you, and I'd greatly appreciate it." She hadn't expected him to offer anything like that, the idea wouldn't have even occurred to her, but it was very kind. And it made her like him even more.

She plopped down into the desk chair and leaned back, curling her legs up into the chair. It was a tight fit, but not uncomfortable. "If I can actually manage to read some of those books, I'll have plenty to keep me busy on this trip, in between cooking and you kicking my ass in the arena." Because she was pretty sure that was going to continue for a while.

A chuckle at that, "I'm pretty sure you came out on top that last round." he said, setting his book aside and coming over to the desk. No reason not to do it now. He pulled some blank paper from one of the top holes in the wall, grabbed a quill and shooed her out of the chair so that he could write out the key for her.

His English text was stiff and all in capitals but the Wraith, for obvious reasons, flowed better over the paper.

But it wasn't just an alphabet, there were several characters that meant certain things, shorthand instead of spelling them out. Like "Queen", "Hive", "Atlantis" and a few others.

By the time he was finished, his fingers were stained black with the ink.

Rogue watched over his shoulder as he wrote out the English and Wraith scripts, recognizing a few of the foreign characters from the books she'd been pouring over. This key really was going to make things much easier for her.

She noticed halfway through the list that ink was beginning to cover his fingers, one of the hazards of using quills, she supposed. Stepping away for a moment, she retrieved a small cloth from the bathing room and set it on the desk beside him. If he decided not to use it, she'd just put it back where she found it, but he was being kind and so she wanted to return the gesture. As he was finishing, an even better way to repay that kindness occurred to her.

"Your English is really good," she complimented him, reaching out to pick up the top piece of paper to get a closer look. "It's completely legible, which is more than I can say for most humans." Grading the homework of teenagers was a special sort of torture that she didn't miss in the slightest.

She returned the page to the stack and leaned her hip against the edge of the desk. "You know, there's another script we use in English sometimes, mostly in personal handwriting, where the letters are more curved and connected to each other. If you're going to be working with humans in the future, you might come across it on paper - if you're not familiar with it, I'll write it out for you with some examples. A lot of the characters are the same, but they can look pretty weird in combination, especially if someone has messy handwriting." Doctors were notorious for it.

Todd looked up when she left for the bathroom but when she returned his eyes were on the page, finishing up what he was writing, though he did glance at the damp cloth once.

After he'd finished, he cleaned off his fingers as best he could with the cloth, though it'd take a scrubbing to rid his claws of it all.

He chuckled a bit at the praise but said nothing of it, though did get up to allow her to sit again. "Indeed? Show me." he said, giving her a fresh piece of paper to show him this other English.

Rogue did as she'd promised, removing her gloves before first writing out the alphabets side by side, print and cursive, capital and lowercase letters, as they were learned by children in school. Then she wrote out a few words, illustrating how the letters were joined together to make the writing more fluid.

"Someone who's younger will probably have a fairly simple style of writing," she explained, "if the Earth in this dimension has progressed as mine has. Most people use this script," a finger tap on the key he'd written for her, "but the older generations tend to prefer this. And any older documents will be in some form of this script as well."

Then she showed him different styles of handwriting, how some people wrote with barely any height to their letters, or crammed them into each other so it was difficult to discern some of the more similar ones. Some were characters by extra loops and others by blocky lines. A dozen variations were easily pulled from the people in her mind, the ones who were always helpful. When she was done, her own hands were as covered with ink as his had been. She'd tried to minimize the damage, but writing with the quill had been a lot more difficult than she'd imagined.

"That one's my handwriting," she pointed out with a smirk, indicating where she'd signed her birth name, Marie D'Ancanto, the signature precisely curved because of how rarely she wrote it anymore.

Todd watched and learned over her shoulder. Now Doctor Beckett and Keller's handwriting made much more sense.

And then she wrote out a bunch more variations. Wraith wrote about the same as one another, but that was how the language was written. Same with Lantean, it was all blocks and shapes with little change from one person to another, then again, with the except of the books he had, most of it was digital.

But in English, the letter "A" had almost as many variations to be written as the entire wraith alphabet.

He looked down at the final entry she'd made, her own. Curved, but far more distinguishable than a few of the variations she'd written.

Todd held out the damp cloth for her to use on her own hands.

Rogue wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been. She was enjoying their sharing of knowledge, riding the high of finally having something she could give him to be useful, like with the cooking. That was why she was so careless when she reached out for the cloth, why her fingertips touched his skin when she shouldn't have gotten anywhere close to it.

The pull was there as her powers kicked in, but it was the light tugging of their first experiment and not the rushing wave of the arena. Still, it jolted her, his energy feeling like being shocked with static electricity, and she jerked her hand back with the cloth before any real damage could be done.

"Sorry," she mumbled, trying not to dissolve into the overly apologetic mess she'd been after the arena. She set to work cleaning the ink from her fingers, trying to be quick about it so she could put her gloves back on again.

Todd drew back too but then dropped his hand at his side. That had been like before. Not in the arena...He opened his mouth briefly while she focused on cleaning her hands, but then closed it.

There was no gain it for him...Or was there?

Would Atlantis be more willing to take her if she could control her ability?

But she'd be leaving his ship one way or the other, whether to stay with Sheppard and his people or to find a secluded world to live on.

...He was too curious for his own good.

"What of trying to pick up where Xavier left off?" Todd said. "There's something going on with your ability here, you know it."

Rogue's hands stilled their near-frantic motions and she looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. Was he seriously saying what she thought he was saying? It wasn't an outright offer, but it was pretty damn well implied.

"You're right," she agreed, straightening up a little, putting forth as strong a front as she could manage. "But it could be a long and painful process, with high risk. I couldn't ask that of anyone unless they really understood what they were getting into."

She could kill him. Something could go wrong, she could hold on a second too long or pull too hard and that would be it. "I can't just learn to turn it off, I have to be able to turn it back on again." How strange to be saying it, when for so long all she'd wanted was to switch off her power for good.

"We can work with a drone." he said. "It has no thoughts of its own beyond instinct, but I can gauge from it how your ability is working upon it. And if in the event it should perish, well, they are far less important than the rest of us."

He separated the two sheets of paper so that they could dry properly.

"Sleep on it." he advised before returning to his armchair and to his book to quietly occupy himself.

A drone. Their societal structure was so incredibly insect-like, she should have expected it. The idea of accidentally killing one of them was made no less palatable by his explanation, but it was a decent option. She needed the practice, and might never have this chance again. If she could learn to control it...

He was right. She should sleep on it. She took her cue from his reading in the armchair and took the bed for a few hours of sleep. Rogue never slept as long as humans should, too used to being on the run or waking from nightmares, but that night she got a bit closer than usual. Being in that room with Todd made her feel safe, as odd as it might seem to some, and that went a long way toward fending off the nightmares that frequently haunted her.

Todd eventually dozed in his chair, waking a couple hours later with a stiff neck. Perhaps he should find her quarters of her own...No, there were still too many on board who'd jump at the chance for powerful meal like her.

He got up and stole one of the many pillows off the bed before settling in his chair again. With nothing of significance to report by his underlings on the bridge, the commander fell back to sleep. And he'd still be out of it when Rogue awoke, just as relaxed with her in the room as she was him.

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touches him again?

absolutely! :D

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