Title: Dazed, Beautiful and Bruised

Author: Katianna

E-mail: nowehave_many_bananas@yahoo.co.uk

Category: Angst/Domestic Violence

Pairing: Sam/Jonas. Implied Jack/Sam and Daniel/Janet

Spoilers: First Commandment, the Movie, Emancipation, bits and pieces of Sam's history

Season/Sequel: Before SG1 to about End of season 2

Content Warnings: Domestic Violence, Minor&Major Character Death, Rape, Language

Rating: NC

Summary: A Sam Carter and Jonas Hanson story. Inspired by Amber's Prelude'

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. We have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the authors. Not to be archived without permission of the author.

Authors Notes: A bit serious. Lots of credit to Amber (thank you sooooo much) who let me steal and toy with her original story – Prelude. (Read it it's brill.). I know Jonas wasn't a pilot he was special ops, but still never mind! Thank you to Jamie, my fab Beta and to Sarah for being the most annoying friend in the world. Thanks to Mum for turning this into a serious story rather than a few pages of thoughts. All songs (and the Title) have been used without permission for which I apologise – Buy the albums and then the artists in question might forgive me! (Bjork, post / Alanis Morrisette, Under rug swept and Supposed former infatuation junkie / Peter Gabriel, explorer / Catatonia, Equally cursed and blessed.) There are others in the mill so I need feedback so I don't make the same mistakes again!

AN take two: This is the Third time I've tried to upload this! I hope it works now it's in sections!!!!!!!!

Wish me luck

At Home Why? Why am I letting him do this to me? It wasn't a new question. It had been asked before. By other people and by me. I knew the answer as well. But somehow today it didn't seem enough. The answer was simple. If it were not me it would be someone else. It could be anyone else. And that was a thought that she didn't want to live with. She could defend herself at least. She could duck and weave and when she was brave enough she could strike back. She could stop him going too far. The thought of him taking his anger out on another, regardless of whom they were. It didn't sit right with her. That was what kept her there, with him. Let her live with the bruises. The external signs of whom her boyfriend, her fiancé, really was. She had known how to get her revenge. But it was a path she didn't want to walk until she was sure she had him. If the courts let him of with just a short prison sentence or none at all, he would turn all of the anger for her on another. She couldn't let that happen. She had everything written down. Every mark he made, every bruise, every broken bone. All of it was recorded. And when she was ready she would hand it in. The little book had found it's way to her CO twice already, but she had intercepted it. It hadn't been time. She was prepared. She had it typed up as well, in a password covered file on her computer. If she didn't access it for more than a few weeks it would automatically e-mail itself to someone close to her. Someone who would know what to do. Know what had happened. Understand. She didn't want to consider that eventuality. She wanted to be around to see him burn. There was a splash of light and slowly Samantha Carter regained consciousness. Her eyes focused on his ring on her finger. She'd taken it off once. He'd broken her finger putting it back on for her. That had been one of the times she nearly gave up. She looked up to see him standing over her. Thinking back to earlier in the day she remembered the lost football match. The heated argument. The fist. She almost smiled to see that her blow had rung true. A bruise spread itself over the side of his face. He would not be happy. Only her fear stopped her from laughing at him.

A gruff get off the floor' was all that she needed to know that he was drunk again. She steeled herself, pushing off the floor, to face another day with Jonas Hanson.

We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain

Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It's become a habit
A way to start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

It's real early morning
No-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

Bjork – Hyper Ballad