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Chapter one - How It Began
The City of Atlantis, Lantea
The meeting room of the SGA was silent as Sheppard’s team along with Woolsey took in the reality before them, there were wraith on Earth.
“They want your team to hunt them down Sheppard.” Woolsey informed them.
“What’s wrong with SG1?” Rodney protested.
“They're currently off world, besides General Landry thinks that this team is the best for the job. You’ll be gating to the mid way station at twenty two hundred hours and considering the urgency of the situation there will be no twenty four hour wait at mid way. So I suggest you gear up.” With one last nod Woolsey headed out of the meeting room leaving Teyla, Rodney and Ronon all looking to Sheppard.
“I’m not sure how easy it’s going to be to track down these wraith, Earth’s a pretty large place and the SGC are just assuming that they’re still in the states.”
Rodney picked up one of the crime scene photos showing a crashed dart.
“Do we have any idea how many wraith the dart might of set down before it crashed?”
Sheppard shook his head.
“The scientists at SGC said there was no way to tell. The pilot however was dead.” He motioned towards another photo.
“Great one less wraith.” Ronon commented.
“There is not much time we should get ready to leave.” Teyla reminded them.
“You’re right, let’s gear up.” Sheppard ordered.
“I can’t believe the wraith are on Earth.” Rodney said as he headed out the door.
Sheppard scoffed, “I can’t believe they’re in New Hampshire.”
Bow, New Hampshire
Cam grunted as the vampire landed on top of him, the bastard had jumped out of nowhere probably had been hiding as the hunters destroyed his nest. The machete that had been serving the man well was knocked out of his reach as he fell, his back taking the full impact as his hands were on the creatures throat attempting to stop the shark like teeth from ripping into his throat. The vampire was struggling so desperately to get blood he didn’t even notice the other hunter approaching them. It only took one powerful swing of Cat’s machete to take the vampires head off and the body became dead weight on top of Cam. He grunted again before pushing the body off to the side, laying still for a moment he quickly assessed the damage to his body.
“You alright?” Dean called from across the room, where he’d just taken the head off the last vampire.
“Oh yeah, brilliant.” Cam drawled pushing himself off the ground, only wincing when his aching back protested.
“Sammy?” The eldest Winchester called next.
“I’m good Dean.” The large man replied.
“Kitten?” He called last concern evident in his voice.
The teenager huffed.
“Don’t call me that. There’s vampire in my hair.”
“Guess that means your fine?” Cam laughed.
Cat glared at him for a moment before wiping her machete on her already bloodied jeans.
“I need a shower like really soon Dad.”
“Yeah, yeah, we got to get rid of the bodies first,” Dean replied, “we do not need another murder charge.”
“You mean you don’t need another murder charge,” Sam laughed, “last time I checked you were the serial killer.”
“It was a damn shape shifter!”
Cat laughed with her Uncle as she helped Cam drag one of the vampire’s to where Sam and Dean seemed to be creating a pile.
Twenty minutes later the bodies were burning and the hunters were heading down the street to where Dean had stashed his precious impala. Cam watched in amusement and both Dean and Cat ran their fingers along the hood of the car before getting in through their respective doors, Dean in the drivers seat and Cat sitting behind the passenger seat. The ex-soldier had discovered that in regards to cars, more specifically a ’67 Chevy Impala, the apple did not fall far from the tree.
“Try not to get blood on my seats.” Dean said when they were all in the car and he was hitting the road.
Hampton Inn, Bow
The motel they were staying in had 70’s style wallpaper and grey plush carpet that looked like it had once been white, but that was a long time ago. Cam sat down heavily on the Queen sized bed a pained groan leaving his lips. Dean eyed him wearily from where he was pulling off his blood stained, plaid over shirt.
“Thought you said you were okay?”
“I am,” Cam replied, “just my back hurting, probably a sign I’m getting old.”
“Show me.” Dean ordered moving over to him.
With a slight struggle and more pain Cam pulled off his grey shirt revealing his toned body and more importantly his injured back. The other man let out a whistle.
“Well it’s certainly turning some interesting colors.”
“See it’s just bruised,” he got up from the bed giving Dean a smirk, “I’m going to take a shower you joining me?”
The elder Winchester smiled before pulling Cam to him by his belt loops and into a searing hot kiss.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Cam grinned when they pulled apart.
Cat laid back on the multicolored comforter that was adorning her bed in the motel room she was sharing with Sam, her Uncle. He was in the bathroom no doubt scrubbing vampire blood out of his hair like she had done just moments before. Her blond hair was hanging wetly around her shoulders, already curling against her oversized black t-shirt that had probably once been her dads judging by the holes in it. She started toweling dry her hair realizing she had to go to school in an hour, after hunting vampires all night, sometimes being a teenage hunter sucked. Cat had spent the last three weeks, while they had been tracking the vampires, attending Bow High School. Turns out in a high school where all the inhabitants of the tiny town had known each other since birth, being the new girl made you a complete freak. The band t-shirts, worn out jeans and butterfly knives she carried also probably helped earning her that title. The youngest Winchester pulled on her boots sweeping up her backpack as she headed towards the door.
“Bye Sam!” She called to him.
“See ya kid, have fun.”
Cat snorted, “Yeah, sure. Try to find a case so we can get the hell out of this tiny ass town.”
She slammed the door closed behind her before Sam could reply and walked across the small corridor to knock on her fathers door. She could hear them moving behind the door, and a hushed conversation that ended with a crash. No doubt someone knocking over a lamp.
“Dad, you need to drive me to school. Unless you’re going to let me drive the impala?!”
The door got pulled open quickly then revealing Dean who was wearing only jeans, hair still wet.
“You’re sixteen.”
Cat rolled her eyes, “Mom taught me how do drive ages ago.”
“You’re not driving my baby.”
The teenage huffed crossing her arms.
“Dean, Cat is your baby.” Cam reminded him softly from where he was sitting inside the motel room.
“Of course you are,” he backtracked, “I’m just going to put a shirt on.”
Somewhere over North America
“I don’t understand why we couldn’t take a jumper.” Ronon grumbled from where he was sitting next to Sheppard on the commercial airline that was taking them from Colorado to New Hampshire.
“Because we don’t actually want the wraith to see us coming. Besides it won’t be much longer, try not to hit anyone.”
“And how are we going to take down the wraith without weapons?”
“Landry said that were will be someone meeting us that can give us weapons. Think you’ll be able to track the other wraith from the crime scene?”
The big man shrugged, “Should be able to, it depends on how disturbed the area has been.”
“The army cordoned off the area as soon as they got a suspicion that something alien might be there and it’s in the middle of a forest.”
“Great the caveman can hunt them down. Why am I here?” Rodney piped up from where he was sitting next to Teyla behind the two men.
“Because Rodney someone needs to take a look at the wraith ship,” he hissed, “and you’re the best man for the job.”
Rodney beamed for a moment.
“Well of course.”
“Perhaps this is not the place to discuss this.” Teyla piped up looking up from the book she had been reading before eyeing the civilians around them.
“Teyla’s right,” Sheppard replied, “why don’t you try and get some sleep.”