Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I don't own Stargate, I don't own my house, I don't own my car, I don't own my pants. Where…are my pants? Where…is my car…? Oh shit..not again…VALA!!
Warning: Dark fic: Rape, Implied Rape, Torture, Violence and Sexual Content…I repeat graphic Sexual Content. There will be scenes and they will probably be graphic. Lemons and Limes are my kind of fruit, and if you ain't cool with that turn around now. Now on a different note, there is a little splash of torture, and a little dash of action, lot of blood, and a little gore zested on top for garnish. Read at your own risk
Aggressive Tendencies
Chapter 9: Memories
"I woke up first." Sam's voice was far away and haunting. He told her he could wait for her report. That she didn't need to talk about it. But he didn't tell her no. "A guy was grabbing me and one pulled Vala off the floor." Sam could remember looking across the hall, at her four teammates lying unconscious in their own cell, but mostly Jack, leaned against the wall, unable to help unable to move, he wouldn't even know what happened to her. He wouldn't know where she was. "They took us to the room you found me in." She breathed softly. Slowly. "I kicked the one that had me, took him down, and took his gun. I shot the one holding Vala and the electrical pulse woke her up."
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"I woke up and there was a… pain" Vala remembered the shock of the gun feeling like it was ripping her apart into a million little electrical pieces. She shivered and felt Daniel's arms around her, something warm, something stable and comfortable. "they were dragging me down a hallway, but Sam shot the one holding me. She told me to run."
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"She didn't. She told me she wasn't gonna leave me, but I told her she had to get help. She only left for a little while." Sam remembered snapping at the brunette, she was ordering her, she wasn't asking. She wasn't being heroic or self sacrificing. There were god knows how many people and they needed back up. She knew it wasn't the most thought out plan. But it was all they had. The sense of fear overwhelmed her when Vala didn't run. She'd yelled at her. She'd screamed for her to run. She wasn't sure if the brunette complied or ran away in fear.
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"I started to run, I really did." Vala continued, leaning against Daniel's tone chest and curling her legs over his lap. "But I couldn't just leave her there. She fought them and I ran. I ran and I found the storage room, I found our stuff…I took a gun and I went back" Vala remembered standing in the storage room when she heard it. The scream. The pain filled bubbling scream of something in a person breaking. She couldn't leave Sam. That was what the old Vala did. The old Vala turned tail and ran away. Saved her own neck and didn't give a god Damn about anyone else. She couldn't leave. She grabbed a weapon only as an afterthought and raced back down the hall.
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"Snapped the first one's neck, shot another and I grappled with the third. I took him down but by then there were more of them. One had a club, about the size of a bat, He broke my leg with it." She was being clinical and quick. But they weren't small men. They weren't easy to overpower and she knew now she wasted a lot of energy trying to give Vala time to escape. Time to get them help. When he broke her leg she had screamed, not even recognizing the sound of her own voice. A blasting sound of a wounded animal.
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"I heard her scream. They broke her leg. I was back and I couldn't leave her." Vala sighed gently, closing her eyes and remembering the fear she felt as she ran back she shot at them, and they didn't even seemed phased, they didn't seem to care if she filled them full of lead they just kept coming. She had never been so scared, so defenseless and afraid. She seemed to have known what the rest of the day would hold. "They had a hell of a time getting us in that little room. One of them threw me against the wall and everything went black"
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"They didn't ask any questions, no information about Earth or the SGC was compromised. They were interested in only primal urges. I kept fighting until there were two, and I was pretty tired, one of them…pined me to the wall." Jack wasn't sure if he wanted to hear this. He wasn't sure if he could contain the rage he felt at the thought of anyone touching his Sam. She left out the fact that they ripped her clothes off, left out the fact the were holding her still so they could make her pay for fighting back. Left out the things they called her. Left out the parts of her they touched. That didn't matter. If she said it, then it would be so much more real.
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"I woke up and they had her against a wall, her arm twisted back and up, and they seemed so much stronger now. She couldn't fight them. But there were only two, and…I couldn't." She shifted uncomfortably as the need to explain to Daniel overwhelmed her. She couldn't let him thing of her as a slut. "I've had to do things I'm not proud of, and from a very young age…too young, I've had to use my body as a tool." Daniel seemed to understand, his hands griping her tighter to him, eyes sad for her. Concerned. "Your culture, is so…different then what I knew. This would hurt Sam, more than any broken bone and I couldn't let that happen. I…stopped them, and I …seduced them, and I kept them busy." But that wasn't what could break Vala down. She knew that rough sex she could handle, she couldn't take being beaten and broken to a bloody pulp as Sam could. She had been terrified that when they were done with her they would do to her what they did to Sam, but she could protect Sam from the thing that would touch the woman, instead of just the soldier.
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"I could hardly breathe, I couldn't stop her. I wish she would have run." Sam let out a long deep sigh. Remembering how she couldn't even watch, knew the act that Vala played, and saw when it wasn't in her control. Sexually skilled in ways she could never imagine, ways to distract and keep them from killing either of them. She tricked two to fight over her, she weeded them out and she kept them away from Sam. The blonde could never do that. She could never play that role so well. Hide away the disgust and the hatred for those men and let them touch her. There was no words for how close she came to winning completely. How close she came to killing the last man without him even know it. Vala was the reason they were alive. Vala was the reason she was still sane.
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"One of the hit me. Hard." She touched her face, the split lip, and closed her eyes, remembering the way she flew across the room, remembered the way Sam's hand shot out and ripped the man's leg out from under him. Remembered the way they struggled. "That's the one Jack…" She gulped and took a shaky breath. "He beat her. Beat her till he thought she was dead. And so did I Daniel. So did I." a tear slipped down her face. If not for Sam, Vala would have taken all the rage, every bit of it, they wouldn't have burned themselves out beating the life out of the blonde. Sam was the reason they were alive. Sam was the reasons she was still sane.
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"The women. They raped and killed them all. There are no children to…survive, and no one to make more." Her eyes were distant and hurt. "They never stood a chance, the hay doesn't work well on us, the smell of it hardly does anything…maybe if they force feed it to us…" She shook her head and shuddered. Jack's hand reached out and let his fingers touch her cheek, catching one rolling tear down her face. He wanted to break her mind away from this. It wasn't healthy to dwell, and he knew from experience that this would haunt her for many nights to come, so it didn't matter if she plunged into it now. It would never be off her chest.
"Hungry?" He asked, a small smile on his face. Forced across his thin lips.
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A smiled surface slowly. Bubbling up to the edge of her expression like a surfacing submarine. Daniel pulled on his now dry shirt and tossed her his boxers, which she quickly pulled up her thin hips. "Starving."
They walked together, back toward the cave, careful to make sure they weren't followed. Careful to cover there tracks. And they were almost there. They really were. When Daniel stumbled a little. He stood back up a smile across his face. "Just stepped wrong, that's all."
But that wasn't all, as soon as the archeologist let go of Vala's arm she felt her heart flutter as she watched him teeter, and fall. She might have laughed at him any other time, him lying flat on his face like that. But this wasn't the time to laugh. She could do that later when he wasn't lying on the forest floor unconscious.