Not too many differences between the S/J and S/D versions. Still laying the ground work before I start making any major differences.
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CHAPTER 6
The fact that Dr. Lam had given the pills to Jack instead of to her hadn't been lost on Sam, but she was too exhausted to take offense and she was grateful to the woman for not putting her through an invasive exam.
She allowed Jack to drive her home in his rental car. The day of the mission she had ridden to work on her motorcycle. Sam wanted to drive herself home, but she knew that she probably wasn't in the best frame of mind to be driving a motorcycle at high speeds and she wasn't prepared to argue with Jack about General Landry's orders.
Jack insisted on staying at her house. It was decided without talking about it that he would stay on the couch. Jack wanted to comfort her but didn't know how. He was sure that when the sleeping pills wore off she would have nightmares, but their short attempt at a relationship had failed pretty miserably and while they were still friends, he didn't see how he could comforter her when those nightmares came.
Sam took another shower before taking the pills that Dr. Lam had given her. She climbed into bed with thoughts racing through her mind, but it didn't take long before she finally drifted off to sleep.
Jack however, couldn't sleep. His mind kept racing with questions and thoughts. What would happen to SG-1 now? Would Sam and Daniel ever be able to put this behind them and be friends again? The idea that his family was now so destroyed by the acts of one being was weighing heavily on his mind. The Stargate Program and its people were all that he thought of when he thought of family now. His heart ached with the thoughts of what the future may now hold.
Sam was back in Tinhar's bed chamber. He was on top of her. His flesh pressed against hers. Each time she cried out he would cause more pain, sometimes cutting her. She would sob harder from the pain. The grin on his face seemed to grow larger still. She could feel every touch. She could smell his sweat. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts. She wanted to get away but couldn't. She couldn't think straight anymore. All she knew was the pain.
"Stop! Daniel please stop!"
Tinhar's smile broke into a laugh.
Jack was finally about half asleep when he heard muffled screams and crying coming from Sam's bedroom.
Jack ran as fast as he could to her. Sam was lying on her bed, the blankets kicked to the floor, rolling a little as she continued to cry. He felt tears welling in his eyes as he grabbed her to wake her from her nightmare. She woke but barely. Whatever Dr. Lam had given to her was keeping her from waking completely. She continued to cry.
Jack climbed into bed next to her and held her as she fell back asleep. With a strange sensation realization dawned as he thought about how familiar this scene was to him. He thought back to his covert ops days before Charlie's death. After the incident in Iraq and a few other close calls he had started having nightmares. He couldn't think how many nights it had been him waking up screaming and crying and Sarah holding him just as he was now holding Sam. I'll always be here for you Sam.
Jack thought back to those long nights and the toll they had taken on him. He could remember the terror and pain he'd felt and his heart ached for Carter. He cried to himself as he held her and silently wished that he could take all of Sam's pain away and make it his own. He tried to remind himself that it had been his new family in SG-1 that caused most of his nightmares to finally subside. His hope was that if anyone could heal after something like this it was Colonel Samantha Carter and SG-1.
Together they slept a restless sleep. Whenever Sam's sleep would become to disturbed Jack would wake from whatever nightmare he was presently having, to wake and comfort her.
Vvvvvvvvvvvvv
He was on top of her. His flesh pressed against hers. Each time she cried out he would cause more pain. She would sob harder from the pain. He could feel the grin on his face grow larger. He could tell from the expression on her face that she could feel his every touch. He could feel the excitement, power, and intensely perverse pleasure mixed with his own nausea and anger. He screamed at the one in control of his body. He wished that he could kill the one in control even if it meant taking himself with it. Tinhar found it amusing that he could cause the host as much distress as his play-thing.
Every emotion that Tinhar felt, Daniel felt. He could feel the pleasure and arousal and his mind wretched from it. He could feel his body climaxing while he wanted to die. With no success he continually tried to stop Tinhar and he felt that this only made Tinhar more excited.
"Stop! Daniel please stop!"
His mind stopped. She had just called the thing in control of his body by his name. His mind folded back in on itself as he felt as though he were falling into the darkest, deepest pit that could be imagined.
Tinhar's smile broke into a laugh.
Daniel woke suddenly as his mind tried to sort out where he was. He was in control of his body again. He started to shake as the memories flooded his mind. A nurse walked toward him with a pitying look. She asked him how he was feeling as she prepared another needle. Daniel didn't answer. Soon he was once again in a heavy, drug induced sleep.