Author's Note: Yea, now that I think about it and, of course, it's been posted and you guys have read it, Sam crying in front of Jack did seem a little uncharacteristical(is that a word?) for Sam. But, then again, it was a bit of a cute scene so that makes up for everything. (That was a joke, see you laugh.)
Anyway, let's get away from my attempt at sarcasm, I think I've managed to keep Sam a little more herself in this chapter.
Summary: When Sam finally confronts her fear, who is it that she turned to?
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Chapter 3:
The Dream
Everything was dark yet she could feel something lightly dabbing her forehead. With every dabbed, she felt a cold bit of water stay right where it was placed.
Her eyes flickered open and she saw a man leaning over her. Even though his face was covered with dirt, she could tell that he was young, mid or late twenties. He held a cloth in his hand and was definably the one dabbing the water on her face. His clothes were nothing but rages, now brown from the all the dirt caked onto them.
Underneath them, she could see a barely visible necklace. The chain was well concealed but, because of her angle, she could see what was attached to it; a rock or jewel of some kind. It was green with white swirls and very beautiful.
He smiled when he noticed she was awake, but he didn't seem familiar to her. "Good you're awake. I was beginning to worry. After five hours of being unconscious here and who knows how long it took them to get you here." The man's voice was young, caring, and respectful yet she still didn't registered in her mind. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Darwin. And you are?"
"Major Carter. Where I'm I?" She asked her host once she had been able to process everything. She looked around; it seemed to be a cave. The walls were pure rock and the ground was dirt.
"Sambinian Prison Camp. Major? I had no idea they brought soldiers here." Darwin looked at her with admiration while she became even more confused than she already was.
"Prison Camp?"
"I'm sure you've heard of them." When she still wore a perplexed look, he explained, "You know, the Naious take the Prit and put them in here. They make us work to death, that is if we don't starve or die of some illness that is everywhere around here."
"Naious? Prit?"
"They must have hit you harder than I thought. You really don't know, do you?" She shook her head and he explained further to try and help her recalled. "The Prit and Naious are the two main sects of our planet. We are at war and at the moment the Prit are losing. The Narious are a ruthless, immoral bunch. They kill without mercy. Their armies are far superior since all they do is design and build new and more effective weapons. We, the Prit, are more in the arts. We are poets, architects, painters, sculpture, weavers, and so on. We do not believe in war. They made these prison camps and force the civilian population into them; where we meet our deaths."
Darwin gestured over to the corner of the room. Carter looked over at it and what she saw made her stomach turn and she wanted to gag.
She sprung into a sitting position. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was pounding. Her entire body was covered in perspiration and she was truly ready to vomit.
She looked around as she tried to get her bearings. She was still in her room on base because Janet had wanted her to stay where she could get to her.
She closed her eyes in attempts to rid her mind of the images running through it. But it had the opposite effect and made them clearer. The dream was so vivid and she could still remember everything that had happened. In fact, it wasn't a dream at all; it was a memory. A memory she had tried again and again to forget forever. But that wasn't happening and she would not stop having these dreams that reminded her of it.
She pushed aside her covers and swung her legs over the side. On her nightstand was a glass of water that she always put there before she went to bed. She picked it up and took a sip of it. As she set it back down she closed her eyes again, only to be plagued with the fading memories of the dream.
She could still see it; she always did. She wanted them to go away; the memories of that place hunted her in her sleep and in the day. One thing would set them off and she hated it. She almost wished she could have died just to stop them.
Sleep wasn't something she wanted nor would it come easily, so she got dressed in her green fatigues, black shirt, and her leather jacket. She opened her door and walked into a base hallway. She wasn't in the mood for work, so she just walked around the practically empty base.
She walked to the elevator and decided to take a walk outside. When the doors opened, she saw Jack standing there. He smiled at her and she stepped inside with him.
"Going home?"
"No, just taking a walk, I couldn't sleep," Sam replied to his casual small talk.
"Right, Janet doesn't want you off the base for a little while." Sam nodded and Jack could see she was troubled. "Mind if I walk with you?"
She looked up in surprise; that was the last thing she had expected him to ask. The reason she had wanted to take the walk was so she could be alone, but now that he asked, she found that she desperately wanted some company, especially his. She nodded and continued to stare at the elevator door.
When it opened, four or five minutes later, they were still in a fairly awkward silence. Both stepped out to be greeted by two MPs. All four nodded their heads as a way of saying 'hello' and 'good-bye' all at the same time.
Jack and Sam continued on walking. Jack didn't say anything, he was going to wait until Sam had felt comfortable talking to him. So she led the way and, unconsciously, she steered them to the forest that practically surrounded that base.
"So, what's on your mind?" Jack asked once they could no longer see the base or parking lot in front of it.
"A dream I had."
"Oh? I thought you said you couldn't sleep?" Sam looked at him before Jack stopped her and turned completely towards her. "What was the dream about?"
He sat down at the base of a tree and gestured for her to sit next to him. "Actually it was a memory. Some I haven't been able to get out of my mind for days."
"You know, sometimes it helps to tell other people about it," Jack offered, assuming it had something to do with her experience on P3X-4875. She closed her eyes in a futile act of trying to stop the tears forming in her eyes. "Sam, what happened on P3X-4875? Tell me... please."
She put her head on his shoulder and used his presence to keep her from crying. Half surprise yet half expecting the action, he put his arms around her and held her close to him. Instinctively, he brought his hands up to her back and rubbed it gently. The feeling comforted her and made her feel safe.
She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eye. "It was a prison camp."
"What was?"
"The place I was taken. There was...are two sects of a planet, I'm not sure if it was P3X-4875 or somewhere else. One sect is made up of warriors, the other are artists. I don't know why, but they're at war. On P3X-4875 the warrior sect has a prison camp, I don't know if there are anymore."
Jack had listened with shock and disbelief. They knew or they thought no one else was there. Apparently they were wrong because Sam wouldn't lie about something like that.
She took a deep breath and continued when Jack put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It was built into a large cave in the mountains. They packed hundreds into small sections of this cave. Every other day or so they got food and what they gave them couldn't be considered food. Watery soup and stale bread. They were forced to work every day and most died from working so hard. And if they didn't die from that, it was starvation or illness. You could literally go to sleep surrounded by people. The next day, when you woke up, half or all would be dead."
That wasn't the hard part, Jack knew. That was what she wanted out of the way as she tried to tell him the next part. "They beat them. For pure pleasure. I saw them... beat a little girl to... death and then laugh about it." Jack became just as discussed toward them as she was. "There were...hundreds of bodies everywhere. Most were tossed into a corner to make room. In the section I was in, an entire corner was filled from top to bottom of the cave with dead bodies. They ranged from five years olds to those in their fifties."
"Oh, god," Jack said quietly and could understand why she was so quiet; that couldn't have been an easy thing to see. "It sounds almost as if you were describing the Holocaust."
She bowed her head; that wasn't even something she had thought about. It did sound a lot like that. The images in her mind remained exceedingly vivid in her mind and a newfound urge to cry overtook her. She put her head back on Jack's chest and forced herself not to let the tears, coming dangerously close to falling, fall again.
Jack tightened his hold on her. Jack put his chin on her head and thought of how she could have lived through that. How any of them could live in that. It was a Holocaust and in there own history thousands of people died because of their religion. And now on another planet, thousands are going to or already have died for what? Because of their interests?
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Ok, I was originally going to have her cry in the scene with Jack, but then I thought that you guys were right and she would try hard not to cry around him again.
I also have to ask if everything I had her say was giving out too much information too fast, but then it is half-necessary for what I'm writing next.
Anyway, what do you think? Bad or good? Please R/R.
Anyway, let's get away from my attempt at sarcasm, I think I've managed to keep Sam a little more herself in this chapter.
Summary: When Sam finally confronts her fear, who is it that she turned to?
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Chapter 3:
The Dream
Everything was dark yet she could feel something lightly dabbing her forehead. With every dabbed, she felt a cold bit of water stay right where it was placed.
Her eyes flickered open and she saw a man leaning over her. Even though his face was covered with dirt, she could tell that he was young, mid or late twenties. He held a cloth in his hand and was definably the one dabbing the water on her face. His clothes were nothing but rages, now brown from the all the dirt caked onto them.
Underneath them, she could see a barely visible necklace. The chain was well concealed but, because of her angle, she could see what was attached to it; a rock or jewel of some kind. It was green with white swirls and very beautiful.
He smiled when he noticed she was awake, but he didn't seem familiar to her. "Good you're awake. I was beginning to worry. After five hours of being unconscious here and who knows how long it took them to get you here." The man's voice was young, caring, and respectful yet she still didn't registered in her mind. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Darwin. And you are?"
"Major Carter. Where I'm I?" She asked her host once she had been able to process everything. She looked around; it seemed to be a cave. The walls were pure rock and the ground was dirt.
"Sambinian Prison Camp. Major? I had no idea they brought soldiers here." Darwin looked at her with admiration while she became even more confused than she already was.
"Prison Camp?"
"I'm sure you've heard of them." When she still wore a perplexed look, he explained, "You know, the Naious take the Prit and put them in here. They make us work to death, that is if we don't starve or die of some illness that is everywhere around here."
"Naious? Prit?"
"They must have hit you harder than I thought. You really don't know, do you?" She shook her head and he explained further to try and help her recalled. "The Prit and Naious are the two main sects of our planet. We are at war and at the moment the Prit are losing. The Narious are a ruthless, immoral bunch. They kill without mercy. Their armies are far superior since all they do is design and build new and more effective weapons. We, the Prit, are more in the arts. We are poets, architects, painters, sculpture, weavers, and so on. We do not believe in war. They made these prison camps and force the civilian population into them; where we meet our deaths."
Darwin gestured over to the corner of the room. Carter looked over at it and what she saw made her stomach turn and she wanted to gag.
She sprung into a sitting position. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was pounding. Her entire body was covered in perspiration and she was truly ready to vomit.
She looked around as she tried to get her bearings. She was still in her room on base because Janet had wanted her to stay where she could get to her.
She closed her eyes in attempts to rid her mind of the images running through it. But it had the opposite effect and made them clearer. The dream was so vivid and she could still remember everything that had happened. In fact, it wasn't a dream at all; it was a memory. A memory she had tried again and again to forget forever. But that wasn't happening and she would not stop having these dreams that reminded her of it.
She pushed aside her covers and swung her legs over the side. On her nightstand was a glass of water that she always put there before she went to bed. She picked it up and took a sip of it. As she set it back down she closed her eyes again, only to be plagued with the fading memories of the dream.
She could still see it; she always did. She wanted them to go away; the memories of that place hunted her in her sleep and in the day. One thing would set them off and she hated it. She almost wished she could have died just to stop them.
Sleep wasn't something she wanted nor would it come easily, so she got dressed in her green fatigues, black shirt, and her leather jacket. She opened her door and walked into a base hallway. She wasn't in the mood for work, so she just walked around the practically empty base.
She walked to the elevator and decided to take a walk outside. When the doors opened, she saw Jack standing there. He smiled at her and she stepped inside with him.
"Going home?"
"No, just taking a walk, I couldn't sleep," Sam replied to his casual small talk.
"Right, Janet doesn't want you off the base for a little while." Sam nodded and Jack could see she was troubled. "Mind if I walk with you?"
She looked up in surprise; that was the last thing she had expected him to ask. The reason she had wanted to take the walk was so she could be alone, but now that he asked, she found that she desperately wanted some company, especially his. She nodded and continued to stare at the elevator door.
When it opened, four or five minutes later, they were still in a fairly awkward silence. Both stepped out to be greeted by two MPs. All four nodded their heads as a way of saying 'hello' and 'good-bye' all at the same time.
Jack and Sam continued on walking. Jack didn't say anything, he was going to wait until Sam had felt comfortable talking to him. So she led the way and, unconsciously, she steered them to the forest that practically surrounded that base.
"So, what's on your mind?" Jack asked once they could no longer see the base or parking lot in front of it.
"A dream I had."
"Oh? I thought you said you couldn't sleep?" Sam looked at him before Jack stopped her and turned completely towards her. "What was the dream about?"
He sat down at the base of a tree and gestured for her to sit next to him. "Actually it was a memory. Some I haven't been able to get out of my mind for days."
"You know, sometimes it helps to tell other people about it," Jack offered, assuming it had something to do with her experience on P3X-4875. She closed her eyes in a futile act of trying to stop the tears forming in her eyes. "Sam, what happened on P3X-4875? Tell me... please."
She put her head on his shoulder and used his presence to keep her from crying. Half surprise yet half expecting the action, he put his arms around her and held her close to him. Instinctively, he brought his hands up to her back and rubbed it gently. The feeling comforted her and made her feel safe.
She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eye. "It was a prison camp."
"What was?"
"The place I was taken. There was...are two sects of a planet, I'm not sure if it was P3X-4875 or somewhere else. One sect is made up of warriors, the other are artists. I don't know why, but they're at war. On P3X-4875 the warrior sect has a prison camp, I don't know if there are anymore."
Jack had listened with shock and disbelief. They knew or they thought no one else was there. Apparently they were wrong because Sam wouldn't lie about something like that.
She took a deep breath and continued when Jack put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It was built into a large cave in the mountains. They packed hundreds into small sections of this cave. Every other day or so they got food and what they gave them couldn't be considered food. Watery soup and stale bread. They were forced to work every day and most died from working so hard. And if they didn't die from that, it was starvation or illness. You could literally go to sleep surrounded by people. The next day, when you woke up, half or all would be dead."
That wasn't the hard part, Jack knew. That was what she wanted out of the way as she tried to tell him the next part. "They beat them. For pure pleasure. I saw them... beat a little girl to... death and then laugh about it." Jack became just as discussed toward them as she was. "There were...hundreds of bodies everywhere. Most were tossed into a corner to make room. In the section I was in, an entire corner was filled from top to bottom of the cave with dead bodies. They ranged from five years olds to those in their fifties."
"Oh, god," Jack said quietly and could understand why she was so quiet; that couldn't have been an easy thing to see. "It sounds almost as if you were describing the Holocaust."
She bowed her head; that wasn't even something she had thought about. It did sound a lot like that. The images in her mind remained exceedingly vivid in her mind and a newfound urge to cry overtook her. She put her head back on Jack's chest and forced herself not to let the tears, coming dangerously close to falling, fall again.
Jack tightened his hold on her. Jack put his chin on her head and thought of how she could have lived through that. How any of them could live in that. It was a Holocaust and in there own history thousands of people died because of their religion. And now on another planet, thousands are going to or already have died for what? Because of their interests?
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Ok, I was originally going to have her cry in the scene with Jack, but then I thought that you guys were right and she would try hard not to cry around him again.
I also have to ask if everything I had her say was giving out too much information too fast, but then it is half-necessary for what I'm writing next.
Anyway, what do you think? Bad or good? Please R/R.
