Title: Deadly Stranger
Summery: something happens to one of the SG-1 members.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and I'm not getting anything out of this.
Authors Note: Feed back please
Major Samantha O'Neill felt relieved that she was on her way home.
She finally pulled up the drive way of her new house to find her husband wasn't home yet. She ran inside to find a small note on the kitchen table Saying "Home soon honey I've gone to pick Lillian and Diana from Cassie's."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
2 hours later.
Samantha was getting very worried as her husband was still not home with the kids yet and he hadn't even called.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Finally your home how long does it take you to pick up the kids?" Sam yelled walking to open the door.
As she opened the door a masked man lunged forward grabbing Sam around the waist tightly. Moving out of the door way he closed the door behind him.
He removed his mask from his face. And as if from nowhere he pulled out a piece of string and bound her hands, so tightly, that the string was digging into her wrists; she was gasping for breath because she was scared for her life. She tried to struggle but he overpowered her, she quickly gave up as she could see that he was enjoying watching her struggle. It was as if he was getting more psyched up seeing her fear.
Sam's breathing became very slow, but his was the opposite. He tore off her shirt, Sam was beginning to sweat heavily, because she knew what was about to happen.
She started to scream 'help me, help me" over and over again, but that only made him laugh.
"No ones going to help you, you stupid bitch."
He started rambling, but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying. He started pacing the floor. Sam was getting more distressed by the second she knew that she had to get away, but she didn't know how she was going to, she was trapped.
He walked up to her and started slapping her repeadly across the face screaming 'I've always loved you; you should have been mine;'
He wasn't really making any sense Sam didn't know him, but she didn't want to say a word in case it agonized him further.
He was getting more and more agitated as the minutes went by.
Sam watched him like a hawk as he grabbed a rag and a bottle containing a clear substance. He slowly headed towards her he grabbed her roughly around the neck placing the rag over her face.
Sam inhaled and slowly fell asleep. When she awoke she wasn't in her house anymore she was in what looked to be an old barn. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. This was her chance to get away she thought to herself as she tried to get up a sharp pain flared up her left side. She then realized why she wasn't tied up. Knowing she wasn't going anywhere in a hurry she began to think about what he had said.
Summery: something happens to one of the SG-1 members.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and I'm not getting anything out of this.
Authors Note: Feed back please
Major Samantha O'Neill felt relieved that she was on her way home.
She finally pulled up the drive way of her new house to find her husband wasn't home yet. She ran inside to find a small note on the kitchen table Saying "Home soon honey I've gone to pick Lillian and Diana from Cassie's."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
2 hours later.
Samantha was getting very worried as her husband was still not home with the kids yet and he hadn't even called.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Finally your home how long does it take you to pick up the kids?" Sam yelled walking to open the door.
As she opened the door a masked man lunged forward grabbing Sam around the waist tightly. Moving out of the door way he closed the door behind him.
He removed his mask from his face. And as if from nowhere he pulled out a piece of string and bound her hands, so tightly, that the string was digging into her wrists; she was gasping for breath because she was scared for her life. She tried to struggle but he overpowered her, she quickly gave up as she could see that he was enjoying watching her struggle. It was as if he was getting more psyched up seeing her fear.
Sam's breathing became very slow, but his was the opposite. He tore off her shirt, Sam was beginning to sweat heavily, because she knew what was about to happen.
She started to scream 'help me, help me" over and over again, but that only made him laugh.
"No ones going to help you, you stupid bitch."
He started rambling, but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying. He started pacing the floor. Sam was getting more distressed by the second she knew that she had to get away, but she didn't know how she was going to, she was trapped.
He walked up to her and started slapping her repeadly across the face screaming 'I've always loved you; you should have been mine;'
He wasn't really making any sense Sam didn't know him, but she didn't want to say a word in case it agonized him further.
He was getting more and more agitated as the minutes went by.
Sam watched him like a hawk as he grabbed a rag and a bottle containing a clear substance. He slowly headed towards her he grabbed her roughly around the neck placing the rag over her face.
Sam inhaled and slowly fell asleep. When she awoke she wasn't in her house anymore she was in what looked to be an old barn. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. This was her chance to get away she thought to herself as she tried to get up a sharp pain flared up her left side. She then realized why she wasn't tied up. Knowing she wasn't going anywhere in a hurry she began to think about what he had said.
