Lost and Alone: The Torres Chronicles

14th chapter: Truth

Lying next to the Wraith, created the strangest overwhelming sensation of euphoria in Amelia's body. The waking female felt truly rested and recharged, for the first time in untold ages. The warmth that engulfed her body, entwined around the deepest depths of her soul. For one fleeting moment, the captive female, didn't feel trapped, at all.

"H-H-H-H-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m." The humans flesh moaned and stretched as it came to life. She hardly remembered the beast's near nakedness until her hand grazed his revealed abdomen slightly. "I-I-I-I...." Thankfully, a fur blanket was twisted between the beast legs, covering his more intimate bits. The Wraith released a grunting sound, when the female rolled away, embarrassed.

"After last night, I had believed, we were past, that.... D-i-s-c-o-m-f-o-r-t." The large Wraith curled his form around the tiny female's cowering body. "A-m-e-i-l-a?" The Elder questioned the female's timid behavior.

"How, do you, know my name?" Amelia tried to cover her embarrassment with a nagging inquiry. Long sentences where still difficult, but her voice did seem to be improving, slowly.

"I could lie to you... - i-f -... that, is your wish?" The beast lifted his form up and over the horizontal human. "I have, N-o, doubt..." He continued to grumble as his body rolled off the edge of the bed. "...The truth will..." The Elder gracefully stood up right. "...S-p-o-i-l, t-h-i-s." The Wraith purred delicately. Thou it was his midsection that gained the female's direct attention. It was hardly covered with a small cloth, pair of shorts. A precarious bulge in the fabric, made the blushing human pull a blanket over her head and sigh loudly.

'The truth always hurts. I'm used to it.' Amelia's mind grumbled from under the bubbled blankets. She had trouble focusing her mind when the Wraith was almost naked.

"P-e-r-h-a-p-s, I should make a simple claim. Perhaps, I read your full name in a file. Given to me by an, u-n-u-s-u-a-l, ally. Along with several other, m-i-s-s-i-n-g, h-u-m-a-n-s, A-m-e-l-i-a, T-o-r-r-e-s." The beast choice his words carefully. This might be the only chance, to use the hidden truth to his advantage, despite consequence. 'A predicted consequence, that was necessary.' The old Wraith breathed heavily.

"Then I might call you a liar! And demand to know why you're playing mind games with me?" The irritated female's voice echoed loudly, when she tossed the fur covering aside and sat up with a furious glare. The Elder had moved a crossed the room, to gather his own clothing from a wooden wardrobe. His stunned form stopped mid step, then turned in her direction slowly. 'You weren't expecting that answer where you?' Her mind responded the Wraith's awkward glare.

"How can you, d-o-u-b-t, so easily?" The Wraith challenged the female's bold statement with a stern and tone-full hiss. "You, y-o-u-r-s-e-l-f! Claimed to be part of, y-o-u-r, world's military." The confused Elder equaled the female's displayed rage. The insequential correlation had slipped his mind entirely.

"No one has called me Amelia, since I was twelve, except, my mother." She paused to take a deep breath. "My military file reads as, Amy Torres. And I don't remember telling you my last name." A wild array of emotions fumed off the human's aura. She fought to speak clearly, in an effort to keep the Wraith out of her conscious mind. 'The Wraith had to be reading my mind. Why wouldn't he tell me, sooner?'

The Elder stared blankly at the female's exposed form. He didn't say a word in rebuttal, there was nothing to say. The mistake was his and it had been realized, far too late, for effective correction. The human was right, 'again', he did recall, re-checking the files before his Hive set course for Atlantis. Use of the female's true name, was his own, unbeknownst folly.

With no feasible argument to give, the Wraith allowed his eye to wonder and his mind to seek alternative conversation. The thought of contact with his Hive, reminded the Elder, that his ship's return was overdue. 'This farce would end soon enough.' The Wraith clung to the belief, that this forced relationship could end.