Title: Report 83646
Author: PapayaK
Category: Hurt-Comfort, Angst, more Hurt – a hint of team, cause I can't leave them out of anything.
Spoilers: Abyss, Tokra
Summary: A report on a mission. Colonel O'Neill, (and friend) is captured, tortured and manages to escape in a rather unorthodox way. By the way – it's a dumb name – I couldn't think of anything better. Can You?
Warnings: Torture, Blood, Gore – Much darker than I usually like. Be prepared. It freaked ME a little when I went back and read it, and I wrote it. I'll explain where this all came from after you've read it.
As always – Please Feed the Writers!!
(we're always starving for it)
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Just having fun.
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Report 83646 – Chapter 1
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Hello, my name is Gina. This is my report of what happened on P4X 394 and in the days following. This is my first report.
Jesha says I'm not supposed to write that. But I want you to know that I am writing this report, not her.
I am Tok'ra. I am now twenty-one years old, and I was one of the first members of Operation Host, a little known effort to save both the lives of the Tok'ra and those of us, (very) select few, who were both terminally ill and without too many ties to this world.
I was approached by a very nice Air Force Captain at what was expected to be my last chemo treatment; and not because I was cured. To my shame I cannot even remember her name. I only remember that she was so very kind.
I apologize. Jesha says I don't need to put any of this in my report, but I studied literature and not report writing in college. Also, I have decided, and Jesha has agreed to let me write this report in my own way. It will NOT have bullet points.
There are two facts I want to come to light through my writing of this report.
One: Not all Tok'ra are brave and heroic secret agents. To be clear, Jesha, my symbiote, is. I am not.
Two: Jack O'Neill is braver than any fiction hero I've ever read or watched on any screen.
Could those be considered Bullet Points? Jesha says not.
Last month, unbeknownst to us, SG-1 met with a small band of Tok'ra. They met on the dark side of M4X 393, a moon orbiting, P4X 394, the planet where Jesha and I were undercover.
P4X 394 was my first mission and it had been very simple. We were to observe and report on the activities of Arsay, a minor Goa'uld in the service of Ba'al. However, we had missed several opportunities to report, and the Tok'ra were worried, hence the meeting.
We, also, were very worried, at least I was. Arsay had on several occasions seemed suspicious of us. I confess I wanted to leave. It was only Jesha's bravery that gave me the strength to continue. Her main argument was that Arsay seemed to be our best link to Ba'al's plans to attack the Tok'ra. Every mission she sent her Jaffa on was an effort to locate and eliminate us. Ba'al was moving in. So we watched and waited, and hoped for an opportunity to report.
However, this plan had to be discarded rather suddenly as we learned, only moments before the Jaffa arrived, that we had been discovered. We just barely escaped.
We were running toward the stargate, hoping to gate out before we were captured, when the gate unexpectedly erupted. Suddenly we were trapped between the Jaffa and an incoming wormhole.
SG-1 appeared. I learned later that they had arrived, planning on trying to locate and retrieve us. You wouldn't have known it by watching them though. To see them, you would have thought they had been fully prepared to repel a large force of Jaffa, so quickly did they react to their presence, and ours.
In less than a second, Colonel O'Neill and the rest of SG-1 had analyzed the situation, and reacted; drawing their weapons, and firing as they scattered for cover.
The Colonel himself did not take cover, but immediately placed himself between us and the pursuing Jaffa. Firing continuously, he shouted at me and practically dragged me to cover. With all the light and noise, and the fact that Jesha was also 'shouting' at me, I was quite confused and very thankful to have two battle hardened soldiers there to save my butt.
In seconds, Colonel O'Neill and I were behind a pile of boulders that must have fallen long ago from the cliff to which we had our backs. But I heard the Colonel swear when he realized the scarcity of our escape routes.
I was sitting with my back to a large boulder. The Colonel was firing over the top of it with one hand, with the other he kept pressure on my shoulder as if afraid I would leap up into the line of fire. Personally I had no intention of moving. Instead I watched his face intently.
I saw him analyze the situation without emotion, weighing his options and the possibility of getting all of us home unharmed.
He and Jesha came to the same conclusion, so I was not surprised when he keyed his radio to order the rest of SG-1 home.
Major Carter argued vehemently, knowing, as we all did, that we would surely be captured: The force of Jaffa was simply too large to be defeated. There was no way for us to get to the gate alive. The other members of the team had taken cover near the gate, and would be able to escape if provided with sufficient cover fire. If they stayed, they would be captured along with us. If they left they could return and rescue us. Such was the gist of their shouted argument.
At Jesha's suggestion I placed my hand on the Colonel's and requested the use of his sidearm. He handed it to me and I joined him in providing cover fire (it doesn't matter how good of a shot you are – only that you keep shooting). So I made lots of noise, while the Colonel took out a Jaffa with almost every shot, only missing when he glanced at the gate to make certain his team escaped unharmed.
When the gate snapped shut the attention of all the Jaffa was immediately diverted to us. They had just lost more than half of their targets and were determined not to return to Arsay empty handed. The Colonel continued to eliminate an impressive number of our enemy, resorting to grenades as well as his P-90, but we were eventually surrounded and he was forced to drop his weapon.
We were roughly hauled back through the wilderness to Arsay's prison. It was during this time that I first learned of the Colonel's indomitable spirit. In spite of the likelihood of imminent torture and probable death, he baited and teased the Jaffa continuously; even when all he received for his efforts were several bruises and even rougher handling than I.
I was forced to wonder if that was his intention. The Jaffa certainly paid little attention to me. I also wondered if he would be as spirited if he knew where we were headed.
I had seen the prison before and had loathed the idea of ever being on the wrong side of its bars. There was only one large room. Prisoners were kept under control by having one wrist fastened to the wall by means of a metal bracelet that was deeply imbedded in the wall itself about a foot above their heads. Attached to the wall in this way, prisoners retained enough freedom of movement to eat and drink and perform other necessities. However, we were unable to walk, sit, or move more than a few inches in any direction, certainly not enough to touch each other. It was a truly uncomfortable existence.
But it was an existence we were to endure for longer than I care to think about.
The Colonel and I were thrown roughly into this prison and secured there. We knew nothing else for many days.
TBC