Title: Choices
Summary: Decisions are made. (Sequel to 'Consequences' and 'Causes')
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, suspense
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: And some more. Thanks to Aud, Annie, Erin and Gem. Keep the feedback coming I'm learning to cope now!
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One of the worst things about being injured, particularly in the middle of a crisis, is having the time that nobody else does to observe and think about your predicament. Everyone around is trying to find a solution or a way out and all you can do is watch.
It's true that in situations like this, you learn more about the people around you than you may do at any other time. But at the same time there's nothing more frustrating than feeling helpless.
The only thing I could do with myself was find the words to tell them about our captor. Daniel was half horrified, half intrigued by this outcast. Teal'c had already heard of him but had been led believe he was a myth. Sam tried to hide her horror at realising just how desperate our circumstances are. Jack's face became a display of determination and sheer stubbornness. There was no way, if he had anything to do with it, that we were hanging around here long enough to find out just what our fate was going to be.
Not for the first time he's reminding me of a caged tiger. He's given up on pacing, and joined us sat, on the floor. The restless energy is still evident though. He can't seem to keep still. Teal'c is the opposite, quiet and unmoving, standing by the door ready to put himself between the rest of us and anything that comes through it. Daniel and Sam are both trying to distract themselves, safe in the knowledge that despite appearances both Jack and Teal'c are watching for the way out. Daniel has his theorising and Sam is checking on my injuries. We both know there's little point, Selmak's taking care of them, but it helps her.
Teal'c heard it first. The clang of those awful boots that pretty much all Jaffa across the galaxy wear.
Apparently our 'host' has come to a decision.
The door opens and two very non-descript Jaffa enter. They each grab hold of one of my arms and drag me to my feet. Jack looks like he's about to make a fuss. He catches sight of the look on my face and thinks better of it, for now.
I'm led down the same surprisingly bare corridors as before and brought back to the peltac. I try not to look at the severed heads adorning the walls. The blood has begun to congeal and it's not a pretty sight. The smell is nauseating enough on it's own.
I'm left alone in the middle of the room. Half knelt, half slumped, trying to stay at least semi-upright. I hate waiting, it's one of the worst parts of my current 'occupation'. I prefer to get things over and done with. I can see the wisdom in waiting for just the right moment. I understand why it's necessary, I had it drummed into me in training. It doesn't mean I have to like it though.
One of the doors begins to open and I subconsciously pull myself up as straight as I can. My 'host' watches me with almost childlike delight as he enters and walks towards me.
"You are Tok'ra?" He takes my silence as an affirmative answer. "Then you know who I am." More a statement than a question. He may not have much in common with the others but he possesses the same arrogance. I continue staring straight ahead, determined not to give him anything at all. He lowers himself to my level so he can look me in the eye and grins. "And you know what I desire of you."
Summary: Decisions are made. (Sequel to 'Consequences' and 'Causes')
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, suspense
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: And some more. Thanks to Aud, Annie, Erin and Gem. Keep the feedback coming I'm learning to cope now!
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One of the worst things about being injured, particularly in the middle of a crisis, is having the time that nobody else does to observe and think about your predicament. Everyone around is trying to find a solution or a way out and all you can do is watch.
It's true that in situations like this, you learn more about the people around you than you may do at any other time. But at the same time there's nothing more frustrating than feeling helpless.
The only thing I could do with myself was find the words to tell them about our captor. Daniel was half horrified, half intrigued by this outcast. Teal'c had already heard of him but had been led believe he was a myth. Sam tried to hide her horror at realising just how desperate our circumstances are. Jack's face became a display of determination and sheer stubbornness. There was no way, if he had anything to do with it, that we were hanging around here long enough to find out just what our fate was going to be.
Not for the first time he's reminding me of a caged tiger. He's given up on pacing, and joined us sat, on the floor. The restless energy is still evident though. He can't seem to keep still. Teal'c is the opposite, quiet and unmoving, standing by the door ready to put himself between the rest of us and anything that comes through it. Daniel and Sam are both trying to distract themselves, safe in the knowledge that despite appearances both Jack and Teal'c are watching for the way out. Daniel has his theorising and Sam is checking on my injuries. We both know there's little point, Selmak's taking care of them, but it helps her.
Teal'c heard it first. The clang of those awful boots that pretty much all Jaffa across the galaxy wear.
Apparently our 'host' has come to a decision.
The door opens and two very non-descript Jaffa enter. They each grab hold of one of my arms and drag me to my feet. Jack looks like he's about to make a fuss. He catches sight of the look on my face and thinks better of it, for now.
I'm led down the same surprisingly bare corridors as before and brought back to the peltac. I try not to look at the severed heads adorning the walls. The blood has begun to congeal and it's not a pretty sight. The smell is nauseating enough on it's own.
I'm left alone in the middle of the room. Half knelt, half slumped, trying to stay at least semi-upright. I hate waiting, it's one of the worst parts of my current 'occupation'. I prefer to get things over and done with. I can see the wisdom in waiting for just the right moment. I understand why it's necessary, I had it drummed into me in training. It doesn't mean I have to like it though.
One of the doors begins to open and I subconsciously pull myself up as straight as I can. My 'host' watches me with almost childlike delight as he enters and walks towards me.
"You are Tok'ra?" He takes my silence as an affirmative answer. "Then you know who I am." More a statement than a question. He may not have much in common with the others but he possesses the same arrogance. I continue staring straight ahead, determined not to give him anything at all. He lowers himself to my level so he can look me in the eye and grins. "And you know what I desire of you."