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A/N: This is set in Series 5 sometime before First Contact. It is a Jennifer centric fic and there will be a pairing, although not with any of the major characters.

Jennifer woke feeling disorientated and nauseous. A nausea that wasn't helped by the repugnant, yet somehow familiar, smell. Something told her that now was a perfectly logical time to panic, but she couldn't remember why. To help she tried forcing her eyes open, but the pain caused in her head by the light assaulting her retinas made her shut them immediately and regret her action.

Conceding to remaining obvious to her visible surroundings she tried to remember anything that would explain her current predicament, all the while urging her stomach to settle.

She tried to concentrate on a recent memory that was strong, but everything seemed confused. She remembered going on a mission with Sheppard's team, but then she also remembered a mission with Lorne. Frustrated she balled her hands into fists and tried to concentrate and figure out where she was or at least where she should be.

Daring to crack her eyes open again she lay still trying to take in the light that was determined to cause her head pain. After what seemed like minutes the sharp pain subsided to a dull throb and she attempted to focus on her surroundings. They only added to her feeling that panic would be no only good, but justified.

Trying to calm down she took a deep breath, but as the air flowed through her nostrils the smell made her want to vomit. Quickly she adapted to breathing through her mouth and willed the sickness to stop.

When she was convinced her last meal, whatever that may have been, was not going anywhere she went back to working out where she was. Running her hands over her body she realised she was in her off-world uniform, although without any weapons. The lack of weapons meant either something had happened on her way to the armoury on Atlantis or she was imprisoned somewhere after a mission went wrong. Based on her track record she knew where she'd put her money.

Sighing she tried to place her surroundings. Despite the darkness she could make out strange structures. Structures that looked familiar and invoked a sense of dread. Structures that her mind was linking with the smell. That was then she figured out she was on a Hive ship. The realisation making half her brain want to panic whilst the other half tried to stay calm. The inner argument not helping her headache. Trying to relax she sat up hoping to find traces of whoever was in her team. Once again her stomach did not appreciate the movement and it was several minutes before she felt able to move.

Staggering to her feet she headed towards the source of the light and the cell entrance. As she reached the bar like structures she regretted her decision as she saw two Wraith guards turn to look at her. They then looked at each other and nodded. One of them then hit a button and the cell opened. Instead of feeling liberated Jennifer felt fear and tried to shrink back into the cell. Her Wraith captors though were not willing to let her go into hiding and stepped forward, each grabbing one of Jennifer's arms.

She tried to resist, but they were far stronger and now she was on her feet she was also having to contend with dizziness. Despite that she refused to go quietly so struggled as much as she good as they half pulled, half dragged her down the Hive corridors. The further they went the more dizzy she felt until she couldn't work out if she was really moving anymore.

After what seemed like an eternity her two captors came to a stop and released their grip on her, causing the doctor to collapse onto her knees. As she tried to supress her fear and overcome the dizziness and confusion she heard a mocking laugh. Before she had time to figure out what was going on she felt another Wraith hand grip her face and force her neck round so she was looking at the third Wraith who sneering said.

"Normally it takes a few minutes for my prisoners to recognise their status and fall to their knees before me. I take it as a sign that you are as clever as they say."

Jennifer wanted to ask questions, but her mind was still trying to figure out what was happening and where the others from Atlantis were. Concentrating on those questions caused her to miss what was happening directly in front of her. It was only when she felt the Wraith's breath on her face she found herself back in the present.

"So you understand, from now on you work for me." The Wraith stated, the words causing Jennifer more confusion.

This time Jennifer managed to croak a response.

"What?"

The question angering the Wraith who lifted Jennifer off the ground.

"Don't be stupid human. You will serve me as you served the traitor."

"Traitor?" Jennifer asked. This time the question drawing a snarl from the Wraith who dropped Jennifer to the ground. Looking to the two guards he ordered.

"Take her back to the cell."

-00-

Having been unceremoniously dumped back in her cell Jennifer desperately tried to work out what was going on.

Moving to a part of the cell that had enough light to see what she was doing she started to go through her pockets, a task that was made difficult by the uncontrollable shaking in her hands.

Finally having managed to spill the contents in a pile in front of her she found, as expected, nothing that resembled anything useful. No hidden radio, no hidden weapon, not even food.

What she did find was a scrap of paper with familiar writing on it. Holding it close to her face so she could make out the words.

"Just go out there and do what you've got to do"

As she read the words she remembered why she had them, Lorne. The thought of her friend giving her hope as she remembered his habit of giving a scrap of paper, which carried some motivational quote, before each mission she went on without him. At first she thought the notes were cheesy, but today, today the note gave her hope. Reading it one more time she then folded it and placed it back in her pocket and went back to trying to remember what had happened.

The fact she had the note meant she hadn't been on a mission with Lorne. Part of her was relieved by that knowledge as it meant her friend was safe, but another part of her started to feel even more lonely.

Resting her head on her knees she desperately tried to remember what had happened. She guessed the fact she couldn't meant she had probably taken a blow to the head. But with no signs of an injury she started to worry about what else might be the cause.

A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing. Next chapter up on Monday.