-The Stuff-
Waves. I'm Anna, and I'm presenting this fic to you tonight. Or today. Or whatever time it is.
Anyway.
This fic is set in the Ba'al-ish period (forgot what season), but I take a big twist and focus on Sam.
None of this happens in the show, so don't get worried.

None of the characters of Stargate belong to me. OKAY.
Lifts hand in triumphant manner Onwards with the fic!

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She sat in her padded cell, thin frame leant against the wall. "God, how could I have let it happen.. Why was I so slow?" She pondered to herself, gently running her thin fingers over cutting scars on her left wrist and forearm. She lifted her head a little, and thought back to the day...

The day that it happened.

She glanced around the smouldering area, thick in fighting. Men bellowed and fough, many of the free Jaffa, and others of Ba'al's fleet. She heard a yell from behind her, "GET DOWN, CARTER!" She turned swiftly to catch O'Neill running towards her, P90 extended. She stood there dumbfounded, watching, as two blasts from a staff weapon shot from behind him, hitting him in the back of his head and in his lower back.

Her breath stuck thick in her throat, eyes misting, and her blood freezing solid. She snapped, throwing herself forward. Her light body carried her fast, legs gathering traction, propelling her even faster. She screamed, lifting her P90, going straight for the Jaffa that killed Jack. She lifted her gun, squeezing the trigger. A spray of hot lead erupted in an angry torrent from the muzzle of the gun, hundreds of bullets peircing the guards armor and body, ripping him to shreds. When she neared, she threw the gun aside and went full-out on him. She kicked, she slapped, punched...

In one last act of vengance, she kicked the Jaffa over, whom was still alive, even at this point. She grabbed his staff and shot him in the back of the head, and in the back.

Her body shuddered somewhat, and warm salty tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Why did I stand there like an idiot? It's my fault he's dead..." Her head hung low, arms squeezing herself tightly. Soft sobs rippled through her, and she slowly slid onto her side, curled up into a ball. She didn't want to awaken in the morning, she didn't want to live the rest of her life here... She didn't want to live period..

Jack...

Okay so. Short. But. I have more ideas okay! :p