The Room

Summary: She knew no one was coming to save her. She knew she had to wait until it was all over.

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate or its characters

She stood staring at each of the four walls around her. Two were padded, two were not. Once was inaccessible, covered with instruments. There was noise from beyond the walls. It was muffled so that she could not hear coherently. It was muffled so that no one could hear her scream.

She looked over to the instruments on the far wall. So many different ways to torture her lined so neatly on one upright slab of concrete.

How could she escape? They would come and would surely notice she was gone. But she couldn't stay. Their voices had pierced a hole in her ear that she could no longer stand, no longer listen to. They hadn't even touched the instruments on the wall yet. How could voices hurt her so? She had never been affected by verbal torture before.

That was before today.

She knew no one was coming to save her. She knew she had to wait until it was all over.

Until Bill and the other scientists stopped lecturing her about their new scientific instruments from PX-Whatever, and let her go back to her own lab.

A/N: I actually wrote this as a random observation at work. I am a music teacher and was sitting in my studio after a lesson. The instruments on the wall are actual musical instruments and "their voices" are my younger aged singing students. It only became part of the Stargate universe when I wrote the last line. Very random…