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Chapter One: 156 Days

A/N: So I love SGA and I love BTVS…. So combining the two makes for a happy… Well, me, and hopefully you too! Enjoy!

A/N #2: Thanks to those that reviewed right away and pointed out the errors, thats why i love you guys! and also, if you can't happen to see the image, I'm sorry! It differs on my computers on home too: (works on mine and my sisters but not my parents) so if you really, really wanna see it visit: http://www.geocities.com/kagnsess/FaithWraith.png


Title: Faith the Wraith Slayer

Summary: Lost in a galaxy far, far away Faith is sure she’ll never see Earth again. That is, until the Atlantis team comes to the planet she’s been stranded on. What will become of her when found? If she’s asked to stay, will she dare speak of her secret? And what member of the Atlantis team finds her appealing?

Rating: M

Warning: Eventual sexual content, language, violence

Pairing: Faith/?
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It’s been one hundred and fifty six days since she’s had a beer, a slice of pizza, and a decent shower. One hundred and fifty six days since she’s seen her kick ass apartment which she was more that sure she’s been vacated from. Much time has passed since she’s set foot on planet Earth! No, she wasn’t hopped up on drugs and as she said before: it’s been one freakin’ hundred and fifty six days since she’s had a beer!

“Shit,” she cursed in a whispered tone as she pressed her back against a tree. She closed her eyes for a mere second to regain her focus before slowly peeking out. The thing that the locals called a Wraith had its back to her but it was blasting away at whatever moved in the forest. It was hunting for her, and the rest of the villagers that had been on this planet. She went back to her spot while clinging to the makeshift dagger her friend Darius had made. Unfortunately, he hadn’t made it, but she didn’t allow the emotion of sadness to overtake her.

If someone would’ve told her she’d be running on some unknown planet from the space version of vampires, she’d have called them crazy. However, one hundred and fifty six days ago she’d been investigating in the heart of the Congo with ten other Slayers when an eruption of some sort occurred. She remembered seeing a blue light rippling in front of her and then…

Waking up here in nowhere land.

The people that had found her had been friendly, indigenous people who didn’t know a thing about plumbing or steam engines but could make a wicked stew and a decent blade. They’d taken her in and told her stories of the Wraith, the Ancestors, and the Great War that happened years and years ago. So here she sat, with her rinky-dink blade, waiting for one of those things to pass her so that she could take their weapons and do some real damage.

Her opportunity soon came and the thing didn’t know what hit him, her… it. Yes, it. To her, it was a demon with eyes that resembled that of a vampire and the face of a lizard. Its teeth were nasty, and it hissed as she delivered a jab, jab, uppercut combo that had the thing on it’s back. She stomped down hard on its face but the thing was hardcore. It gripped her by the ankle and attempted to throw her aside but she got up close and personal and was soon punching the thing in the face until it lay unconscious. She searched and found a weapon that should’ve been found in a Sci-Fi Channel movie of the week. She shot once at the alien and frowned. Stunner maybe? So she did the only other thing she knew could kill something like this and snapped its neck.

She stood her full height, and started to run toward the screams. Her lean legs pumped her body forward faster and faster. She ducked and evaded blasts of energy that took out tree after tree. They were everywhere and she felt helpless. She could only help a select few and when she heard a child’s cry she knew where she had to go.

She leapt in the air, gun aimed and poised, and shot of two blasts: each landing at the back of a Wraith who’d cornered a mother and her child. Faith landed on her feet and walked to the alien.

“Faith, I-”

“Go to the check point,” said Faith as she lifted the thing by the head then snapped its neck: making the woman’s eyes widen as she held her child closer. She bent to retrieve its weapon and handed it to the woman, whose hands were shaking. “Go!”

The woman ran off and Faith crouched low, scoping out her area. She hated that in this culture, women had to wear dresses, and it had interfered with her ability to fight. Now, however, she was used to the soft material that fell to her knees, reminding her of ancient Greece but white wasn’t her color and she was more than happy when she found that they made black. Her hair was wild without any products and longer than she’s ever had it, so she kept them in two long braids that were bound by thin leather bands. The dark brown leather boots she wore reminded her of Xena. Hell, she felt like Xena in this galaxy.


She had dialed that gate once, due to wanting to try to get home, and what had been on the other side had her dialing back through to where she came from. Thankfully they'd insisted on making her remember their address. She had faith in Willow trying to track her but when she went through the gate on a trading expedition with someone called the Geni, she knew she wasn’t anywhere near Earth.

She believed that she had to be in another galaxy. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Unless the whole story about no life being on any of the planets in her own solar system was a total lie. Which she doubted. She once tried asking them what their 'system' had looked like but with the blank stares she recieved she let the question drop and didn't ask it again.

From her travels she saw no threats of demons, vampires, or ghosts. Just Wraith. And it seemed like these people weren’t as highly trained in combat, weaponry, or technology. Of all the disputes between her people and the traders, she’d been the deciding result. They’d said more than once that she was a gift from the Ancestors. The more she thought of it, made her wonder if the Powers themselves sent her here.

She had wondered, once, if the government knew about these rings. If they indeed were here, in this galaxy, doing whatever it is that they’d be doing. She wasn’t the praying type. Hell, she was more than certain that she was the last person the big guy in the sky would expect a call from, but she was wondering if perhaps she wasn’t meant to go home. If she was supposed to stay here and help these people and forget about home, well, what she considered a home.

Here, no one knew she’d been a killer; no one looked over their shoulder when she walked behind them. No one gave her that fucking look that said: hey, we know you’re trying to redeem yourself, but it isn’t working. You’re still bad. You’re still evil. You’re still that pathetic little seventeen-year-old girl that chose a loving, fatherly demon over condescending friends and watchers.

She made her own family here. She had friends, hell, even a love interest or two that she forced herself not to get carried away with cause she hadn’t been sure how long she’d be staying and didn’t want that awkward vibe of a one-nighter. She was accepted as she was, and she found that… endearing.

So she went from one scream to another, snapping necks and stealing weapons. Telling women, children, and even men to get the hell out of dodge and to the safety areas. It was when she heard the ships that had her swallowing the large lump in her throat.

She’d witnessed a culling once. Her party went through the gate in the middle of one. People had been running toward them and when they dialed out and cleared the innocents her eyes had widened when seeing the beam of light snag others that’d been running toward them. She’d screamed that she’d needed to fight them, but then they reasoned with her, telling her that there was nothing to fight but the flying ships. And it wasn’t like she’d had a rocket launcher with her.

So now as she saved a young couple that lived in the hut next to her, she ran with them all while keeping an eye on the sky. When the woman, Patrice, couldn’t run anymore the man, Forest, lifted her. They all stopped when seeing their safety spot getting searched by the Wraith.

“No,” whispered Patrice. “No, no.”

“There is a stream that way,” said Faith in a low voice. “It leads to the well where we get our water. When I first arrived I stayed under the large rock near the storage shed. There should be enough room for you two to squeeze under and remain hidden.”

“What will you do?” whispered the girl with wide eyes.

“Fight,” answered Faith as she lifted the stunner. “Now go.”

“Here,” said Forest, who had brought an axe with him. “I was chopping wood and… You might be in need of something like this.”

“Thanks,” said Faith, feeling a little better. “Now go.”

So she waited for the couple to rush away, then soon made her way to the mountains. She stayed hidden pretty well and on her way in she managed to get the ambush on a couple Wraith. However, one had been hiding or something because soon she was tackled to the ground and his yell alerted those near her. So she stood, surrounded by ten Wraith, and knew she was undoubtedly screwed.

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“Pretty,” said Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard as he sucked on the sucker he snuck away for the mission.

“They're not pretty,” said an annoyed Dr. Rodney McKay as he put the bundle of flowers that resembled tiger lilies in his bag. “It’s something Katie’s been working on and she said these flowers have healing properties.”

“But you’re still giving you botany friend flowers,” John pointed out as he adjusted his sunglasses.

“Yes, but-" He broke off, rolling his eyes with annoyance while punching some buttons on his handheld. "Oh forget it.”

John glanced quickly to his friend, Ronon Dex, and they shared a quick smirk. He enjoyed getting on Rodney’s nerves. It was the only exciting thing that was happening right now on this planet. They’d spoken with the villagers, who seemed nice enough, but they really didn’t have anything they needed. Still, they made arrangements for future trades so that they had more allies and fewer enemies.

Now that he knew the people on this planet were friendly he could enjoy a leisurely walk, which he hadn’t had in a long while. The temperature was perfect and the grip on his P90 was loose, not tight and tense. Yeah, he liked this planet almost as much as he liked the Tropical Planet… Almost.

“Wait,” said Teyla, another member of his unit that he considered a dear friend. Her brow was furrowed and she had that look on his face that let him know he wasn’t going to like what she was about to say. “I sense Wraith.”

“What?” asked Rodney, who’d been making notes, but now held his personal data system with a white knuckled grip. “Here?”

“Yes,” said Teyla as she turned around. “The village.”

“Crap,” said John as he pulled the sucker from his mouth then tossed it aside into the dirt. He gripped his P90 tightly as they went back to the village. They turned an hour walk into a twenty-minute run. Rodney lagged behind, but with much pushing from Ronon, he managed to keep up. What they saw made Teyla’s eyes water and Ronon's and John’s jaw tick.

Fire consumed most of the huts, those that didn’t make it out lay out in the open: bodies fed upon then tossed aside like trash. All raised their weapons in the sky when hearing the Darts fly above them. It was the screams coming from the woods that had all four going forward, much to Rodney’s dismay.

“Go to the Jumper,” ordered John. “Call for backup.”

“Ok,” said Rodney, glad he could get out of the field. “Um, wait? By myself?”

“Just go,” hissed John, tossing Rodney a firearm before going out into the woods.

He led them deeper and deeper. He saw a couple, male and female, and they saw him. They rushed over, limping due to injuries.

"Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard," they said, winded from their run.

"It's good to see you are safe," said the man they remembered as Forest.

“Are you all right?” asked Teyla.

“Yes, the Warrior saved us, she’s a gift from the Ancestors I tell you,” said Forest, who was now supporting Patrice.

“Warrior?”

“Faith,” said Patrice. “She was not in the village when you arrived. She was off world. It’s due to her tactics that we’ve flourished under these harsh conditions.”

“Huh,” said John. “Where is this Faith person, now?”

“She went to fight the Wraith,” said Forest. “She’s so brave.”

“Or stupid,” countered Ronon.

“Which way?” asked John.

“That way,” said the man, pointing to the mountains.

“And you left her by herself?” asked Ronon. “Not very noble of you.”

The man looked down.

“I’m not one to admit my flaws, but Faith has mastered all of the men in our village in weaponry and battle skills.”

“I don’t know about you,” said John as he started off to the mountains. “But I wanna meet this Faith person.”

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She’d taken down six of them when she’d gotten hit by one of those stunner things. She flew down on the ground, rolling over grass, sticks, and Wraith body parts. She had gashes and cuts all over her body and now her muscles were screaming in protest, which didn’t put her in that great of moods. She spit out the dirt and grit that ended up in her mouth and opened her eyes to see them slowly advancing on her.

The axe had been a large help and even was sturdy enough to deflect some of the initial blasts of the Wraith stunners. Now, however, she wasn’t so lucky and her legs were locked and her muscles twitched. She gritted her teeth so that she could get over it. The Wraith fell unconscious under these blasts, and thanks to her Slayerness, she wasn’t too affected by them. So she got up on shaky feet, much to the dismay of the four remaining Wraith, and with a mighty yell she threw the axe she still held forward, nailing one of the bastards right in the skull. And he dropped dead, making the three before her howl in rage.

“What are you,” hissed one of them, its body language resembling that of a cat who was waiting for the opportune moment to pounce on a mouse. “What world do you originate from?”

“Venus,” joked Faith, who then frowned. Maybe it wasn’t a smart idea to name any planets close to her own home planet. “A planet of women who will kick all your asses from one end of the universe to the other!”

They all three attacked her and her muscles were still twitchy. She dove to the side where her stunner was. Just as she got her hands on it one of them grabbed her ankle. She aimed and shot three blasts. One Wraith fell as another gripped her by her braids. She screamed in rage as it dug its claws into the flesh of her arm.

“You’re a fighter, perhaps useful as a runner,” it hissed in her ear.

“I don’t think so,” she said, maneuvering her hands behind its head and bowing her body forward to flip it onto its back. It lost its grip on her and she shot it with the stunner. She was about to worry about the other Wraith but the sound of gunfire had her turning toward the edge of the woods. She raised the stunner in that direction but didn’t fire. She narrowed her eyes as strangers aimed their weapons at her.

Something started to tickle in the back of her mind as they came forward. Big, tall, and hairy didn’t wear the same gear as the other two, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. It was the sunglasses and the American flag on G.I. Joe’s clothes that had her lowering her weapon.

“I’ll be damned,” said Faith. “You’re American?”

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TBC…

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Next Chapter:
-Introductions
-What’s going to happen to Faith?
-The reaction from the others when seeing Faith’s handywork!