Title: Causes
Summary: It was always going to be a bad day. (Sequel to 'Consequences')
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, does it also qualify as Suspense now? :)
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk)
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: Okay you wanted more, you got more. I know I'm evil and I love it. Thanks to Annie, Aud, Wendy, G and Erin. Part 3 is coming. Feedback freaks me out but go ahead anyway!
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The sudden clap of the gunshot startled us all. He has a fetish for weaponry and we'd just bought him a new way to extinguish life. Apparently he had decided to perfect it before using it on his latest subjects.
A respite for us, not so good for the Jaffa he picked for his test.
I should have realised what he was about to do when he turned away from us. I should have recognised the curiosity in his eyes as he examined his new 'toy'.
I should have done a lot of things today.
We were led to a cell. Pushed in roughly as the door closed behind us. I slumped against the nearest wall trying to conserve what energy I have left. Sam hurried to my side to make sure I'm okay. Daniel started trying to figure out which god this Goa'uld has based his persona on. I don't know how to tell them the truth just yet. Jack and Teal'c start examining the walls and the door. Searching for any weak spots. Any flaw in the security that's been overlooked.
It's been a bad day. Hell it's almost always a bad day nowadays. It was supposed to be a simple extraction. Go in, get the operative, get out so he can report back with his intel.
But it's never that simple.
Jack had made his displeasure for helping the Tok'ra crystal clear as always. Selmak dangled a scientific carrot in front of Sam's nose to get her on-board. She then proceeded to convince George just why this intel was important to us all.
So Jack was forced to grudgingly agree and off we went.
Predictably things didn't go well. Since our last contact with the operative they had been caught and killed.
The Goa'uld whose facility he'd infiltrated was waiting for us. With a few of his friends.
So we were beaten up a bit. Me more than the others because I was Tok'ra. Left in another cell not unlike this one. We managed to escape but more by luck than anything else.
Sam remembered a planet that they had sent a MALP to just a few days ago. Followed by SG-7. So that's where we went.
Unfortunately our current captor had gotten there first.
He'd decided that SG-7's heads would make very attractive ornaments and is currently decorating his peltac with them. The steady drip of blood was a sickening sound.
And here I am now, wondering just what he has planned for us.
Summary: It was always going to be a bad day. (Sequel to 'Consequences')
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, does it also qualify as Suspense now? :)
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk)
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: Okay you wanted more, you got more. I know I'm evil and I love it. Thanks to Annie, Aud, Wendy, G and Erin. Part 3 is coming. Feedback freaks me out but go ahead anyway!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The sudden clap of the gunshot startled us all. He has a fetish for weaponry and we'd just bought him a new way to extinguish life. Apparently he had decided to perfect it before using it on his latest subjects.
A respite for us, not so good for the Jaffa he picked for his test.
I should have realised what he was about to do when he turned away from us. I should have recognised the curiosity in his eyes as he examined his new 'toy'.
I should have done a lot of things today.
We were led to a cell. Pushed in roughly as the door closed behind us. I slumped against the nearest wall trying to conserve what energy I have left. Sam hurried to my side to make sure I'm okay. Daniel started trying to figure out which god this Goa'uld has based his persona on. I don't know how to tell them the truth just yet. Jack and Teal'c start examining the walls and the door. Searching for any weak spots. Any flaw in the security that's been overlooked.
It's been a bad day. Hell it's almost always a bad day nowadays. It was supposed to be a simple extraction. Go in, get the operative, get out so he can report back with his intel.
But it's never that simple.
Jack had made his displeasure for helping the Tok'ra crystal clear as always. Selmak dangled a scientific carrot in front of Sam's nose to get her on-board. She then proceeded to convince George just why this intel was important to us all.
So Jack was forced to grudgingly agree and off we went.
Predictably things didn't go well. Since our last contact with the operative they had been caught and killed.
The Goa'uld whose facility he'd infiltrated was waiting for us. With a few of his friends.
So we were beaten up a bit. Me more than the others because I was Tok'ra. Left in another cell not unlike this one. We managed to escape but more by luck than anything else.
Sam remembered a planet that they had sent a MALP to just a few days ago. Followed by SG-7. So that's where we went.
Unfortunately our current captor had gotten there first.
He'd decided that SG-7's heads would make very attractive ornaments and is currently decorating his peltac with them. The steady drip of blood was a sickening sound.
And here I am now, wondering just what he has planned for us.