Title/Author: In the Embrace of Angels / by Gimli2003
Season/Spoilers: 7 / Grace, plus probably a few more in time; I'll list them as they come to me
Rating/Content : PG-13 / language, probably some violence later on
Category: Sci-fi/ Drama
Summary: In her time of need, Sam gets a friend that will change everything in her life...forever.
Author's Note: OK, this is my first attempt at a SERIOUS SG-1 story. As usual, nothing mentioned here is actually mine, they
belong to all those other brilliant people who created the show. R&R, but most importantly, enjoy! (Don't worry,
the title will make sense eventually;)
In the Embrace of Angels
By Gimli2003
Prologue
The dreams came again, just like it had the night before...and the night before that...and the night before that. They always came back, no matter what. The dreams simply didn't stop.
'You deserve more...'
As though her mind were skewered against the ground, escape was impossible; nothing would stop the dreams. She had tried tiring workouts, booze, sleeping pills, self-hypnosis (though she dared not tell anyone about that), had even considered employing a good knock on the head. Nothing seemed to work.
'I'm not that complex.'
Every time it was the same, the same thoughts and feelings flooding through her, without fail-
'Everything may not be as it seems.'
-yet there were small differences, subtle variations in each dream that made it impossible to steel herself against it. Just when it seemed she could brace herself against the tide of visions, sensations, and memories, the current changed and knocked her under once again. She saw images of the past, whirling by with unnatural speed, yet they retained their clarity despite their immense velocity.
'If you fall asleep, you WILL die!'
If she were to die, there would be no doubt in her mind that her life 'flashing before her eyes' would give her a clear sense of deja vu, seeing as how it would be the...what, the fiftieth time she'd have seen it happen?
'You deserve to love, and be loved in return.'
Her lonely childhood, with an often absent father and dead mother; her difficult adolescent years, struggling to reconcile her desire for acceptance and friendship with her burningly intense need to get ahead and be the best at everything; her trials and tribulations as a rising Air Force officer, facing off against a system that looked down on her with comtempt and ill-concealed loathing; the harsh and cruel nature of the world she fought desperately to save every single day. All these and more haunted her mind, ghosts of the past reluctant to move on until her sanity was shattered.
'Are you ready to hear my theory yet?'
Anger, fear, shame, and frustration rose within her, crying out against the injustice of the universe, calling out to the voices and those to whom they belonged to stop their endless dialogue in her head. As usual, they didn't listen. It was the same set of voices, saying exactly the same things as they had countless times before.
"I don't want anything.'
But tonight was different.
'Boring!'
Tonight she heard a new voice, one that hadn't surfaced in her mind for over three weeks. During her recovery from the ordeal on the Prometheus, she had tried desperately to remember some of the things that had transpired during her time alone in the lonely hull of Earth's first true starship. Now, for the first time in what seemed like years, she heard something that changed everything.
'Neat!'
She KNEW this voice...
'Talk to it, Sam.'
...she knew who did this to her.
Abruptly, the dream ended, and she lay there. Breathing heavily, her clothes wet with a icy layer of sweat, the dream vanishing fast from her memory. In a matter of moments, she would forget virtually every detail of the dream that had haunted her for days on end now. But there was one thing she could remember clearly, a detail now firmly etched into the firmament of her mind: it was the cause of her unrest, the identity of her tormentor.
"Grace."
TBC
Weird dream, huh? Like I said, this story WILL make sense eventually.
Reviews please? If not for me, do it for the button, the button LOVES to be pushed. Push the button. Go on, we know you want to...
Season/Spoilers: 7 / Grace, plus probably a few more in time; I'll list them as they come to me
Rating/Content : PG-13 / language, probably some violence later on
Category: Sci-fi/ Drama
Summary: In her time of need, Sam gets a friend that will change everything in her life...forever.
Author's Note: OK, this is my first attempt at a SERIOUS SG-1 story. As usual, nothing mentioned here is actually mine, they
belong to all those other brilliant people who created the show. R&R, but most importantly, enjoy! (Don't worry,
the title will make sense eventually;)
In the Embrace of Angels
By Gimli2003
Prologue
The dreams came again, just like it had the night before...and the night before that...and the night before that. They always came back, no matter what. The dreams simply didn't stop.
'You deserve more...'
As though her mind were skewered against the ground, escape was impossible; nothing would stop the dreams. She had tried tiring workouts, booze, sleeping pills, self-hypnosis (though she dared not tell anyone about that), had even considered employing a good knock on the head. Nothing seemed to work.
'I'm not that complex.'
Every time it was the same, the same thoughts and feelings flooding through her, without fail-
'Everything may not be as it seems.'
-yet there were small differences, subtle variations in each dream that made it impossible to steel herself against it. Just when it seemed she could brace herself against the tide of visions, sensations, and memories, the current changed and knocked her under once again. She saw images of the past, whirling by with unnatural speed, yet they retained their clarity despite their immense velocity.
'If you fall asleep, you WILL die!'
If she were to die, there would be no doubt in her mind that her life 'flashing before her eyes' would give her a clear sense of deja vu, seeing as how it would be the...what, the fiftieth time she'd have seen it happen?
'You deserve to love, and be loved in return.'
Her lonely childhood, with an often absent father and dead mother; her difficult adolescent years, struggling to reconcile her desire for acceptance and friendship with her burningly intense need to get ahead and be the best at everything; her trials and tribulations as a rising Air Force officer, facing off against a system that looked down on her with comtempt and ill-concealed loathing; the harsh and cruel nature of the world she fought desperately to save every single day. All these and more haunted her mind, ghosts of the past reluctant to move on until her sanity was shattered.
'Are you ready to hear my theory yet?'
Anger, fear, shame, and frustration rose within her, crying out against the injustice of the universe, calling out to the voices and those to whom they belonged to stop their endless dialogue in her head. As usual, they didn't listen. It was the same set of voices, saying exactly the same things as they had countless times before.
"I don't want anything.'
But tonight was different.
'Boring!'
Tonight she heard a new voice, one that hadn't surfaced in her mind for over three weeks. During her recovery from the ordeal on the Prometheus, she had tried desperately to remember some of the things that had transpired during her time alone in the lonely hull of Earth's first true starship. Now, for the first time in what seemed like years, she heard something that changed everything.
'Neat!'
She KNEW this voice...
'Talk to it, Sam.'
...she knew who did this to her.
Abruptly, the dream ended, and she lay there. Breathing heavily, her clothes wet with a icy layer of sweat, the dream vanishing fast from her memory. In a matter of moments, she would forget virtually every detail of the dream that had haunted her for days on end now. But there was one thing she could remember clearly, a detail now firmly etched into the firmament of her mind: it was the cause of her unrest, the identity of her tormentor.
"Grace."
TBC
Weird dream, huh? Like I said, this story WILL make sense eventually.
Reviews please? If not for me, do it for the button, the button LOVES to be pushed. Push the button. Go on, we know you want to...
