About two years after season ten and season five of Atlantis, however that is where the story turns AU. Warning, many main characters are already dead, the Earth is destroyed, and the Armies of the Ori have taken over much of the galaxy. Crime runs rampant. The tau'ri are scattered.
Warning: Adult content includes drug use, violence, torture, death, sex. These are not in every chapter however and will be listed at the top of each chapter.
This story is not complex, the plot has not been thoroughly planned, and there will be cannon errors. I started writing this story as a muse and write only when I need a break from my other workings.
I adore Carter and think Ba'al is the most character driven villain in Stargate. I don't plan to make Ba'al into a strawberry tart, nor into some sort of monster. I hope to provide further character development but it may not to be to everyone's taste.
I do plan to finish it though, just no idea how long that will take.
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The timer counted down, every second moving them closer to their death.
Her mind searched, her eyes searched, for something, anything to give them a chance to escape.
But there was nothing, and she knew it.
And she could see it on his face. Even as his fingers flew with inhuman speed over the keypad, his eyes told of what she already knew:
They were going to die.
The timer clicked over and suddenly there was just over thirty seconds of her life left.
"We're not going to make it," she whispered despairingly.
Instantly he threw the laptop viciously off the ledge with a snarl, the laptop failing hard against the wall, falling into a scrap pile onto the floor.
"If I am to die, Colonel," he growled with a touch of finality, his voice deep symbiotic, turning to face her with eyes flashing brightly in the poorly lit cavern, "Then I will die compensated."
He gave her no time to ask to what he meant or even react; far quicker than she could blink, he moved. His mouth covered hers and she was bound in his firm embrace.
Full seconds went by and surprising to Carter, she had not even tried to resist; her lips melting against his and their kiss deepened. Everything about it was surreal and she wondered if she were already dead. His mouth was soft and yielding against hers, the tickle of his beard caressing her skin, the taste of him so delectable and enticing, the warm pleasant masculinity of his scent. Even encased in the cage of his arms, though inflexible as steel, remained not forceful and his hands pressed against her back chaste and gentle. Nothing about the kiss reminded her of whose arms she was in. That is was an evil ex-system lord who she was holding, tasting.
Carter waited for the time to end and for her to die, but enjoying the last moments of her life in the tender embrace of Ba'al; every millisecond thinking to pull away but unable to, not wanting to, not even caring to wonder why, her fingers instead tangling in the fabric of his collar and holding him just as fervently as he held her. He pressed against the small of her back, pulling her even closer.
Carter let go of his collar, sliding her arms around his neck, their two bodies held together in tight embrace as the seconds continued to tick down to their doom.
The explosion would come in mere moments but she didn't pause, there were no words to speak, choosing instead to die immersing herself in the intensity of their kiss. Carter felt herself moan in desire.
"Colonel! I'm in range! Activate the beacon!" A voice shouted from the radio on Carter's shoulder.
Ba'al wrenched away from her, diving quickly way to his right towards the beacon on the ledge, his hand painfully around her wrist, dragging her with him.
A flash of bright white light flooded her vision and she felt nothing but the tight grip around her wrist and Carter wondered if they were truly dead this time. Surely Lt Hailey couldn't have beamed them out in time . . .