Instinct.
By Crayzeegal.
Summary: Sam and Jack are left behind on a planet full of packs of 'krema- tal', humans who act like animals. How will they survive? Will they also become Krema-tal?
Rating: M, for rape. (M is an Australian rating - 15 years and over).
Pairing: Sam/Jack, possibly Daniel/Janet.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys!
I'm sorry that this has taken a while. I was out of the country for a while - work and all.
Also, I hope that this chapter clears up the 'last night' thing. I know I glossed over it, which was because I didn't really want to have to up the rating, I first posted it as R, but didn't get all that many reviews, so decided I could post it as PG-13 and then warn ppl that it was M (which is between the two). I got moer reviews. But, if youthink it deserves an R rating, let me know! (Or if you want one - but remember, I want reviews!)
Just in case I've glossed over it too much again, yeh, Jack 'claimed' Sam, ie, he raped her. She wasn't exactly repulsed, but she didn't conceed either. You get her reaction here. Let me know if it works!
~~~~~~~~~~-Last Time...-~~~~~~~~~~
Instinctively, Sam let out a soft purr. The Colonel reacted immediately, pushing himself up and leaving the shelter. Sam rolled over onto her back. She'd just instinctively asked him for food. And he'd gone to get it. It was like the 'virus' or whatever it was hadn't made them primitive, oh no, more like it had tried to wipe over their brain patterns, their thoughts, their minds, with a whole new way of thinking, complete with a new language. A language that she'd often seen on nature programs back on earth.
Earth. Somehow, the Major doubted that she would be seeing that planet again for a very long time. It was too risky. They couldn't risk sending more people back here to get infected as well. There would be no rescue.
~~
Jigging impatiently, Daniel glanced back at Teal'c before adjusting the strap on his pack once more. The big Jaffa stood silently beside him, waiting patiently. At least, to the casual observer he appeared to waiting patiently, even to the studious observer he appeared to be quite patient, but to those few who knew him well, they could sense, more than see, the underlying tension in his stance.
There was a clatter behind them as SG-4 entered the room, led by Ferretti.
"Let's go get them back boys." He said, nodding towards the ramp as they watched the stone ring spin, chevrons locking into place. As the kawoosh of the wormhole settled back comfortably into the 'gate, it was all that Daniel could do to prevent himself from running up the ramp.
They were going to get them back.
~~~-~~~
There was a soft stir of breeze as Jack re-entered the shelter. He gently dropped a pile of various fruits down in front of Sam, before settling back on his haunches, as if expecting something. Sam paused, unsure of exactly what it was he wanted. Her mind whirled with thoughts, trying to comprehend what was happening. But it couldn't work it out. Shutting her eyes, Sam decided to go for option two. Just relax and let the knowledge come. It was instinct.
-Feed the male first.-
The thought flashed into her mind with a startling clarity. She had to feed Jack first. It was the way things were. Instinct. She knew now what he wanted.
Pulling herself up to her knees and trying desperately to ignore her nakedness, the Major reached forward, picking up a small berry and leaning forward to push it against the Colonel's lips. There was something intensely intimate about the gesture, and Sam felt herself blushing furiously.
A soft, warm tongue snaked out, plucking the berry from her fingers, returning to lick a dribble of juice off them. Shutting her eyes, Sam moaned. It felt so good. So wonderful. She'd shut herself off the night before, trying to ignore what was happening, what he was doing to her. But still she remembered, as if in a dream. The feel of his tongue and lips, roving over her body, followed by his hands as he'd pinned her in front of him.
Pheremones raging through her, Sam pushed herself roughly away, eyes shut tightly, waiting for the feel of his calloused hands against her bare skin, pulling him back to him, claiming her once more. But it never came.
Opening her eyes, she noticed the slight frown upon the Colonel's face. He was thinking, hard. Instinctively she moved forward to wipe away that frown, before pulling herself up short. This was the Colonel. Her CO. And she was contemplating kissing him? This was wrong.
Breathing deeply, Sam moved back to huddle in her corner, watching him carefully. Jack merely tilted his head to one side, watching her. He purred softly, coaxing her forward, confused by her obvious distress.
Gosh, he didn't understand! Sam shook her head violently, trying to clear her thoughts and figure this out. But she knew that there was really only one answer. She had to listen to her instincts to know what Jack wanted, because that was what he was running on now - instinct. And while she could choose to ignore hers, he couldn't.
Just like he couldn't the night before. What he'd claimed her.
Gosh, -he'd raped her!-
The words seered through Sam's mind with such force that she gasped, staring at the Colonel in fear. He'd raped her. But at the same time, a strange calm seemed to be enveloping her. He'd raped her, but he hadn't. He hadn't had any knowledge of what he was doing, well, he probably knew, but he couldn't have stopped it. And this was different. Somehow. Different...
---
Sam glanced over her shoulder at Janet and laughed, her breath misting in the air in front of her. The two cheerleaders were walking home in the slowly darkening evening after practise. Winter was fst approaching, and with it cold weather. But it was not quite here yet.
Shivering slightly in her skirt, Sam tossed her pom-poms into the air, before catching them again and giving a bow. The sound of clapping made her turn. A bunch of guys from school were standing there in a group, eyeing off the two girls.
Sam smiled slightly, unsure of exactly what they wanted. The guys had been there at practise, watching them, as usual, and she'd never thought anything of it. But this time. This time something didn't feel quite right. Shivering again, but not from the cold, Sam felt Janet back up next to her slightly taller frame.
"Well, looky here." One of the boys said, pushing himself up from where he was leaning against a nearby shopside. But all the shops were closed at this evening hour. "Two cheerleaders walking home alone. Maybe we should accompany them?" With those words, Sam relaxed. Of course. The streetlights weren't even on yet, these guys weren't here for any funny business. Just trying to look good in front of each other. Walking them home, while she might not want them to, Sam knew that it couldn't hurt them.
"Sure pal," agreed another boy, "or maybe, we should just show them some hospitality. Help warm them up a bit." There were snickers from his companions and Sam could feel her bravado disappearing. So maybe they weren't just here to walk them home.
The boys moved closer, advancing on the two girls. Defiantly, Sam stood her ground, holding her chin up high and determined not to give in to them. Beside her, Janet did the same.
The first boy reached them, his eyes raking over their forms in a deliberately slow motion. Leaning forward, he gripped Sam's face tightly in his hand, turning it from side to side as if determining her worth. Seemingly satisfied, he grinned back at the group of boys and jerked his head towards the two girls. Realising what they were about to do, Sam opened her mouth.
Whipping around, the boy slapped her, hard. The shock of the blow sent her stumbling. "Keep your mouth shut!" He hissed at her.
Grabbing onto her friend's hand, Janet steadied Sam, keeping one eye on the approaching group of boys. There was no way she was going to leave Sam here alone.
Violently, the first boy ripped Sam away from her friend's grasp, even as the second boy grabbed Janet, spinning her around to face him. Slowly, the boys backed the two girls up into a nearby alley, where the faint light of evening was swallowed up in shadows.
Pushing Sam up against the rough brick wall, the boy grinned at her ruthlessly and she whimpered softly.
---
Shaking, Sam whimpered softly, only to find that she was now enveloped in the warm embrace of the Colonel. No, not the Colonel. He was Jack now. She didn't think that she could ever go back to just thinking of him as 'the Colonel', not that she ever had, but she had tried.
Softly and gently he nuzzled her neck, purring against her skin. Sighing, Sam shifted slightly, pressing more tightly against Jack. No, this was way different to before. This had nothing to do with rape. It wasn't rape, it was merely the way things were done here.
And if she was truely honest with herself, it was also the best way for Jack to protect her. Why? Because now that he'd claimed her, all the other males knew this, and she was his, untouchable by them unless they fought him for her. And Sam seriously doubted that any of the other males would win against the Colonel.
Content in this knowledge of her safety, the Major once more let herself drift off to sleep.
~~~-~~~
Stepping through the 'gate, Daniel, Teal'c and SG-4 emerged on the other side. It was exactly as he remembered it. Heading off for the village, he walked briskly, eager to get to Jack and Sam as soon as possible. Watching Daniel's receeding back, Ferretti waved one hand.
"Yes, that's right. You just keep on walking Doctor." He said, but Daniel didn't appear to hear him.
Upon entering the village, they were instantly greeted by a group of young kids, who, recognising two of their visitors, let down the rope ladders for them to climb up. It wasn't long before the man who had greeted them the last returned. He took one look at the visitors, before beckoning them after him towards a low hut.
Stepping into the dim interior, Daniel blinked hurriedly. The old women sat in one corner, stirring a pot of stew.
"So you come again," she said, without looking up. "Here for your friends."
"Yes," Daniel answered her, despite the fact that it hadn't been a question, but merely a statement. "We need to take them back home with us."
The old crone shook her head. "That would be very foolish," she said, turning now to face them. "They are Krema'tal. They would spread throughout your home, making everyone like them."
"But..." Daniel began, only to be cut off by an impatient gesture and sharp words.
"You think that we do not care?" The crone hissed out, "that we are cruel for condemning them? They are not the only ones to be lost to the Krema'tal! My own son was carried off by them!" Calming herself, she returned to stirring her stew. "No," she continued softly. "There is nothing you can do for them. Just be thankful that your friend went after his woman."
There was a soft snicker behind Daniel. "His woman." Ferretti chuckled. "Yeah, I'd like to see Jack's reaction to that."
Shooting him a withering glare, Daniel stalked out of the hut. "Shut up Ferretti!" He snapped as he passed the other man, back stiff with anger. With a sigh, Ferretti followed the archeologist.
"C'mon Daniel," he said. "You know I was just kidding around."
"Sorry." Daniel muttered. "I'm sorry." He ran one hand through his hair. "I'm just worried, that's all."
"We all are," Ferretti reminded him, "we all are."
~~~-~~~
It wasn't long before Sam awoke once more. Now that her emotions were more under control, her intense hunger had returned, bringing with it wakefulness. Stretching slightly, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Jack had stayed with her the entire time.
Running one hand over her bare shoulder, the Colonel now moved to fetch the fruit he had brought earlier. Sighing, Sam prepared herself to feed him first, only to find a berry pushed into her mouth.
Looking up sharply at the Colonel, Sam blinked in shock, before hunger forced her to chew and swallow the berry. As soon as she had done so, another one replaced it, Jack's eyes never leaving hers. He was feeding her first, letting her eat before him.
This knowledge, and it's implications stilled Sam's movements once more, despite her intense hunger. She stared intently at Jack, gazing deep into his eyes. There was no flicker of recognition there, but still, his eyes weren't as devoid of life as the eyes of the other males she's seen.
"You may not be all there Jack," Sam murmered, even as she accepted another piece of fruit from him. "But at least I know there's still some of you left in there. A part that's suppressed by this 'infection', but is still there nonetheless." She shook her head gently. "I don't know how much of you is left, but I'm glad that there's still at least some of you in there. Waiting to get the chance to come out."
Leaning back on the soft bed that Jack had moved her to while she slept, Sam realised that things might not be quite as bad as she had first thought.
~~~-~~~
A/N: Ta da! Well, I hope that you enjoyed that. Remember, feedback's that key!
Chow darlings,
Crayzeegal.
By Crayzeegal.
Summary: Sam and Jack are left behind on a planet full of packs of 'krema- tal', humans who act like animals. How will they survive? Will they also become Krema-tal?
Rating: M, for rape. (M is an Australian rating - 15 years and over).
Pairing: Sam/Jack, possibly Daniel/Janet.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys!
I'm sorry that this has taken a while. I was out of the country for a while - work and all.
Also, I hope that this chapter clears up the 'last night' thing. I know I glossed over it, which was because I didn't really want to have to up the rating, I first posted it as R, but didn't get all that many reviews, so decided I could post it as PG-13 and then warn ppl that it was M (which is between the two). I got moer reviews. But, if youthink it deserves an R rating, let me know! (Or if you want one - but remember, I want reviews!)
Just in case I've glossed over it too much again, yeh, Jack 'claimed' Sam, ie, he raped her. She wasn't exactly repulsed, but she didn't conceed either. You get her reaction here. Let me know if it works!
~~~~~~~~~~-Last Time...-~~~~~~~~~~
Instinctively, Sam let out a soft purr. The Colonel reacted immediately, pushing himself up and leaving the shelter. Sam rolled over onto her back. She'd just instinctively asked him for food. And he'd gone to get it. It was like the 'virus' or whatever it was hadn't made them primitive, oh no, more like it had tried to wipe over their brain patterns, their thoughts, their minds, with a whole new way of thinking, complete with a new language. A language that she'd often seen on nature programs back on earth.
Earth. Somehow, the Major doubted that she would be seeing that planet again for a very long time. It was too risky. They couldn't risk sending more people back here to get infected as well. There would be no rescue.
~~
Jigging impatiently, Daniel glanced back at Teal'c before adjusting the strap on his pack once more. The big Jaffa stood silently beside him, waiting patiently. At least, to the casual observer he appeared to waiting patiently, even to the studious observer he appeared to be quite patient, but to those few who knew him well, they could sense, more than see, the underlying tension in his stance.
There was a clatter behind them as SG-4 entered the room, led by Ferretti.
"Let's go get them back boys." He said, nodding towards the ramp as they watched the stone ring spin, chevrons locking into place. As the kawoosh of the wormhole settled back comfortably into the 'gate, it was all that Daniel could do to prevent himself from running up the ramp.
They were going to get them back.
~~~-~~~
There was a soft stir of breeze as Jack re-entered the shelter. He gently dropped a pile of various fruits down in front of Sam, before settling back on his haunches, as if expecting something. Sam paused, unsure of exactly what it was he wanted. Her mind whirled with thoughts, trying to comprehend what was happening. But it couldn't work it out. Shutting her eyes, Sam decided to go for option two. Just relax and let the knowledge come. It was instinct.
-Feed the male first.-
The thought flashed into her mind with a startling clarity. She had to feed Jack first. It was the way things were. Instinct. She knew now what he wanted.
Pulling herself up to her knees and trying desperately to ignore her nakedness, the Major reached forward, picking up a small berry and leaning forward to push it against the Colonel's lips. There was something intensely intimate about the gesture, and Sam felt herself blushing furiously.
A soft, warm tongue snaked out, plucking the berry from her fingers, returning to lick a dribble of juice off them. Shutting her eyes, Sam moaned. It felt so good. So wonderful. She'd shut herself off the night before, trying to ignore what was happening, what he was doing to her. But still she remembered, as if in a dream. The feel of his tongue and lips, roving over her body, followed by his hands as he'd pinned her in front of him.
Pheremones raging through her, Sam pushed herself roughly away, eyes shut tightly, waiting for the feel of his calloused hands against her bare skin, pulling him back to him, claiming her once more. But it never came.
Opening her eyes, she noticed the slight frown upon the Colonel's face. He was thinking, hard. Instinctively she moved forward to wipe away that frown, before pulling herself up short. This was the Colonel. Her CO. And she was contemplating kissing him? This was wrong.
Breathing deeply, Sam moved back to huddle in her corner, watching him carefully. Jack merely tilted his head to one side, watching her. He purred softly, coaxing her forward, confused by her obvious distress.
Gosh, he didn't understand! Sam shook her head violently, trying to clear her thoughts and figure this out. But she knew that there was really only one answer. She had to listen to her instincts to know what Jack wanted, because that was what he was running on now - instinct. And while she could choose to ignore hers, he couldn't.
Just like he couldn't the night before. What he'd claimed her.
Gosh, -he'd raped her!-
The words seered through Sam's mind with such force that she gasped, staring at the Colonel in fear. He'd raped her. But at the same time, a strange calm seemed to be enveloping her. He'd raped her, but he hadn't. He hadn't had any knowledge of what he was doing, well, he probably knew, but he couldn't have stopped it. And this was different. Somehow. Different...
---
Sam glanced over her shoulder at Janet and laughed, her breath misting in the air in front of her. The two cheerleaders were walking home in the slowly darkening evening after practise. Winter was fst approaching, and with it cold weather. But it was not quite here yet.
Shivering slightly in her skirt, Sam tossed her pom-poms into the air, before catching them again and giving a bow. The sound of clapping made her turn. A bunch of guys from school were standing there in a group, eyeing off the two girls.
Sam smiled slightly, unsure of exactly what they wanted. The guys had been there at practise, watching them, as usual, and she'd never thought anything of it. But this time. This time something didn't feel quite right. Shivering again, but not from the cold, Sam felt Janet back up next to her slightly taller frame.
"Well, looky here." One of the boys said, pushing himself up from where he was leaning against a nearby shopside. But all the shops were closed at this evening hour. "Two cheerleaders walking home alone. Maybe we should accompany them?" With those words, Sam relaxed. Of course. The streetlights weren't even on yet, these guys weren't here for any funny business. Just trying to look good in front of each other. Walking them home, while she might not want them to, Sam knew that it couldn't hurt them.
"Sure pal," agreed another boy, "or maybe, we should just show them some hospitality. Help warm them up a bit." There were snickers from his companions and Sam could feel her bravado disappearing. So maybe they weren't just here to walk them home.
The boys moved closer, advancing on the two girls. Defiantly, Sam stood her ground, holding her chin up high and determined not to give in to them. Beside her, Janet did the same.
The first boy reached them, his eyes raking over their forms in a deliberately slow motion. Leaning forward, he gripped Sam's face tightly in his hand, turning it from side to side as if determining her worth. Seemingly satisfied, he grinned back at the group of boys and jerked his head towards the two girls. Realising what they were about to do, Sam opened her mouth.
Whipping around, the boy slapped her, hard. The shock of the blow sent her stumbling. "Keep your mouth shut!" He hissed at her.
Grabbing onto her friend's hand, Janet steadied Sam, keeping one eye on the approaching group of boys. There was no way she was going to leave Sam here alone.
Violently, the first boy ripped Sam away from her friend's grasp, even as the second boy grabbed Janet, spinning her around to face him. Slowly, the boys backed the two girls up into a nearby alley, where the faint light of evening was swallowed up in shadows.
Pushing Sam up against the rough brick wall, the boy grinned at her ruthlessly and she whimpered softly.
---
Shaking, Sam whimpered softly, only to find that she was now enveloped in the warm embrace of the Colonel. No, not the Colonel. He was Jack now. She didn't think that she could ever go back to just thinking of him as 'the Colonel', not that she ever had, but she had tried.
Softly and gently he nuzzled her neck, purring against her skin. Sighing, Sam shifted slightly, pressing more tightly against Jack. No, this was way different to before. This had nothing to do with rape. It wasn't rape, it was merely the way things were done here.
And if she was truely honest with herself, it was also the best way for Jack to protect her. Why? Because now that he'd claimed her, all the other males knew this, and she was his, untouchable by them unless they fought him for her. And Sam seriously doubted that any of the other males would win against the Colonel.
Content in this knowledge of her safety, the Major once more let herself drift off to sleep.
~~~-~~~
Stepping through the 'gate, Daniel, Teal'c and SG-4 emerged on the other side. It was exactly as he remembered it. Heading off for the village, he walked briskly, eager to get to Jack and Sam as soon as possible. Watching Daniel's receeding back, Ferretti waved one hand.
"Yes, that's right. You just keep on walking Doctor." He said, but Daniel didn't appear to hear him.
Upon entering the village, they were instantly greeted by a group of young kids, who, recognising two of their visitors, let down the rope ladders for them to climb up. It wasn't long before the man who had greeted them the last returned. He took one look at the visitors, before beckoning them after him towards a low hut.
Stepping into the dim interior, Daniel blinked hurriedly. The old women sat in one corner, stirring a pot of stew.
"So you come again," she said, without looking up. "Here for your friends."
"Yes," Daniel answered her, despite the fact that it hadn't been a question, but merely a statement. "We need to take them back home with us."
The old crone shook her head. "That would be very foolish," she said, turning now to face them. "They are Krema'tal. They would spread throughout your home, making everyone like them."
"But..." Daniel began, only to be cut off by an impatient gesture and sharp words.
"You think that we do not care?" The crone hissed out, "that we are cruel for condemning them? They are not the only ones to be lost to the Krema'tal! My own son was carried off by them!" Calming herself, she returned to stirring her stew. "No," she continued softly. "There is nothing you can do for them. Just be thankful that your friend went after his woman."
There was a soft snicker behind Daniel. "His woman." Ferretti chuckled. "Yeah, I'd like to see Jack's reaction to that."
Shooting him a withering glare, Daniel stalked out of the hut. "Shut up Ferretti!" He snapped as he passed the other man, back stiff with anger. With a sigh, Ferretti followed the archeologist.
"C'mon Daniel," he said. "You know I was just kidding around."
"Sorry." Daniel muttered. "I'm sorry." He ran one hand through his hair. "I'm just worried, that's all."
"We all are," Ferretti reminded him, "we all are."
~~~-~~~
It wasn't long before Sam awoke once more. Now that her emotions were more under control, her intense hunger had returned, bringing with it wakefulness. Stretching slightly, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Jack had stayed with her the entire time.
Running one hand over her bare shoulder, the Colonel now moved to fetch the fruit he had brought earlier. Sighing, Sam prepared herself to feed him first, only to find a berry pushed into her mouth.
Looking up sharply at the Colonel, Sam blinked in shock, before hunger forced her to chew and swallow the berry. As soon as she had done so, another one replaced it, Jack's eyes never leaving hers. He was feeding her first, letting her eat before him.
This knowledge, and it's implications stilled Sam's movements once more, despite her intense hunger. She stared intently at Jack, gazing deep into his eyes. There was no flicker of recognition there, but still, his eyes weren't as devoid of life as the eyes of the other males she's seen.
"You may not be all there Jack," Sam murmered, even as she accepted another piece of fruit from him. "But at least I know there's still some of you left in there. A part that's suppressed by this 'infection', but is still there nonetheless." She shook her head gently. "I don't know how much of you is left, but I'm glad that there's still at least some of you in there. Waiting to get the chance to come out."
Leaning back on the soft bed that Jack had moved her to while she slept, Sam realised that things might not be quite as bad as she had first thought.
~~~-~~~
A/N: Ta da! Well, I hope that you enjoyed that. Remember, feedback's that key!
Chow darlings,
Crayzeegal.