Title: "You Bastard!"
Rating: T, for one swear word. Ok, two if you count the title…
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, blah blah blah and all that jazz… because if I did, do ya think I would be writing fanfiction when I can write the real thing?
A/N: Yes, to answer your questions, I am slightly obsessed and a little bit weird.
Major Samantha Carter, pride of the USAF, was being tortured.
Again.
She screamed as the pain ripped through her abdomen, and she had the sickening sensation that her organs were going to be ripped out.
Never before had she felt so much hate for the one who had done this to her. Not when the NID was experimenting on her, not when the Ashrek was trying to kill Jolinar, not even when Sokar ordered all of SG-! And her father interrogated. This was pure agony, torture in its' purest form.
"Oh, God. Make it stop, please!" She begged to some distant deity that may or may not exist. Right now, she sure as hell hoped He did.
Her blond hair, slicked in sweat, clung to her for head, as her icy blue eyes watered as she fought back another convulsion.
"This is your entire fault!" the words she flung at Jack O'Neill seemed to slide over him as he nursed his broken hand. "I swear I'll get you! You Bastard!"
Calmly ignoring the scream of the woman before her, the brunette leaned back down to concentrate on the task before her.
"Just one more push Sam, and you and Jack can meet your little girl."
Janet's soft reassuring tones did nothing, as Sam clamped back down on Jacks' already damaged hand, to ride out her last contraction.