Title: Soldier Sam
Author: Natasha aka pinkholyone
Email: Sam Carter
Type of story: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG
Content Warnings: small references to violence.
Summary: Sam gets back after being captured by Anubis.
Author Note: ok so this is my entry for the AT contest, so it you like it, vote for it at http/www.theamandatappingcontest.tk oh and feel free to tell any one else that would like to vote (you can vote more than once, just once a day! Hint Hint lol)
Disclaimer: NONE of the characters belong to me
Samantha Carter stood in her Bathroom staring into her bathroom mirror, all she had on were her undergarments and a dressing gown, she'd been stood there for at least twenty minutes, staring at her reflection, examining all the lines on her face without actually moving any closer. She's nearly died… again, each time seemed to leave even bigger and more gruesome scars, but she knew this time nothing was going to be able to cover this one up.
She's been missing for about five months so she had been told, she'd lost track of time while she had been away, she could have sworn it had been a year. She had questions flooding through her mind, why hadn't they found her sooner? Why didn't they look harder? Were they happy to have her back? Was she missed? She tried to put them all into little boxes in her head but the boxes didn't seem to stay shut, the sprung open sending all the questions and more flying out again.
Anubis had taken her, taken her from her bed while she had been sleeping, she couldn't help but feel a little sick at how easily he had gotten her, after all those years of avoiding capture, escaping from him and he's taken her from her home in a click of her fingers, she clicked them, staring at them, looking at how fast he had done it and then turned back to her reflection, drowning in her thoughts and memories again.
Sam started to think how stupid she was in the fact that she hadn't even known she was gone from her warm, secure bed until she had been woken my one of his minions hitting her across the face, she lifted her hand and touched the violent bruise that had cursed her cheek, the same guard hit her in the exact spot every day, just hard enough to keep the bruise there. She quickly pulled her hand away and winced in pain, once again turning back to the mirror and staring again, taking in all the many more bruises and small cuts that had appeared in the time she had been captured.
She had to do it, it was now or never, she gently undid the tie to her fluffy white dressing down, sliding it off her shoulders so that she stood there in only her underwear. She didn't stop staring, just taking in the worst of the scars, her face began to stiffen, tighten as she gently ran her hand down it, she wanted to scratch it, to try and make it disappear, but she knew if she pushed too hard the skin would open up again. The wound ran from the left side of her neck down to her right thigh, it was ugly, disgusting, revolting she thought.
Donning the gown again, she did it up tighter this time, stood there for a minute, putting all the questions back into their boxes and securing them closed mentally. Life would go on she thought; she'd live another day, she had to, she was Samantha Carter, strong warrior woman she thought with a sad smile before moving away from the mirror and back to bed, she had nightmares, horrible memories and non existent ones filled her dreams, but she welcomed them, she knew that they would only make her stronger.