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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He looked like a kid who just got exactly what he wanted under the Christmas tree. He slowly held up, as if for my approval, a rough piece of metal that had a sharp edge; a "shiv", he proudly explained. That night, we celebrated.
How he got it, he never told me. It wouldn't cut through or open the bracelets, but "once he had a chance…"
As it was he got his 'chance;' just not how he imagined.
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Report 83646 – Chapter 3 (the darkness is coming)
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The next day, he came back much later than usual. And he was much worse off as well. Apparently there had been no 'opportunity' yet.
When he finally woke he was still not quite thinking clearly and so I began asking him questions, trying to ground him in the here and now. It wasn't working too well, so I decided now was the time to ask about Major Carter.
He stared off for awhile until I was afraid I had chosen poorly. Then he began to speak. There was a softness to his voice that I had not heard before. As he spoke about her amazing intelligence, her toughness, her excellence as a second in command, and her many, many abilities as both a scientist and an air force officer (I finally began to wonder if he exaggerated – found out later – nope) again I heard undercurrents. The respect was there, the loyalty, and the friendship bordering on family, but there was something else too. Out of curiosity, afraid I was overstepping my bounds, I asked, "So is she pretty?"
"Beautiful." He answered without thinking. I just smiled. Now I knew what the 'something else' was.
After that day Arsay lost interest in him. Maybe she realized he would never talk. Maybe she was just running out of time and decided to cut her losses. Either way, she began to focus on me.
With Jesha's help, there is little I remember from that time. In fact, the only image I can bring to mind is the Colonel's face. Every time I returned to consciousness he was there, helping me in any way he could think of. Going purely by the look on his face, he actually seemed more tortured during this time than at any other during our internment.
To my shame, he did finally get the opportunity to use his shiv.
I vaguely recall there being one night that he and Jesha had a long talk. I was in too much pain to be paying attention. The only reason I noticed at all was that the Colonel seemed to be very upset- angry in fact, and he was protesting something rather loudly. What I couldn't figure out, was what could be so upsetting. They were talking about things like tourniquets, travel times, and healing devices – especially healing devices. The Colonel was very insistent about them for some reason. I also remember being puzzled by the desperation in the Colonel's voice; desperation to get me out of there; to keep us, the Tok'ra and Earth from Ba'al.
I was to understand their discussion very soon.
The next session I endured, was by far the worst.
I broke.
Arsay had for a long time been making me incredible promises if only I would tell her one little thing. Again and again she promised me relief. During this particular session, the Jaffa worked for so long and were so brutal I finally had to make it stop. All I knew was that it was in my power to end my pain. She had finally succeeded in erasing all else from my mind.
That is no excuse.
The pain that I caused, for Colonel O'Neill, for so many others that I care about, and ultimately for myself far exceeded anything she could do to me in that torture chamber.