Title: Getting to Know You: Part 11
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie and Nathan grow more desperate as there is still no news from their parents, and Sam and Jack face a fight for survival against Apophis' torture.
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson. The rating has been raised due to scenes of torture that might upset younger readers. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Note: Thank you very much to all of the people that send reviews! I am very grateful! :)
~ Getting to Know You: Part 11 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
**********
When Charlie awoke, he found himself staring up at a curiously tiled ceiling.
They were all of uneven shape, and were different colours ranging from deep blue to a silvery purple.
He heard a familiar voice next to him, and turned around on the cold floor to come face to face with Nathan.
"Oh, great," he grumbled, "Just the face I wanted to wake up to."
"It wasn't too nice for me either!" Nathan snapped back, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"How the hell did I...?" Charlie began, rubbing at a bruise on his forehead.
"You fainted," Nathan lied, trying to hide his amusement at the look of astonishment on Charlie's face.
"I...wha...you are lying!" Charlie shot back, folding his arms stubbornly and pouting.
"No, I'm not," Nathan persisted, "You went right out like a girl!"
"I do NOT faint!" Charlie protested, getting up and walking around the room, "You are talking out of your a-"
Before Charlie could mutter a final expletive, the door to the room opened and a man entered the room that neither Charlie nor Nathan had seen before. To Charlie, he resembled a piece of wet lettuce.
"Hello," the man said slowly, as if he was talking to a baby, "I am Narim. How are you feeling?"
"Just a little confused," Charlie replied sarcastically, "And I have a few questions for you."
Narim smiled weakly, "Please continue."
"One - who the hell are you? Two - where the hell are we? Three - where the hell is my dad?"
"I see," Narim said, twisting his hands together, "You do not remember anything of yesterday?"
Nathan rolled his eyes. "If we remembered, would be really be asking you?"
"That is most unfortunate," Narim replied, looking at the floor. "In answer to your first enquiry, I am Narim - your father told me that I was to protect you, on pain of my death, though he did not use those exact words and made reference to a sharp piece of fruit, but that deviates from the point..."
"What about our second question?" Nathan persisted.
"You are on the planet Tollana - we are hiding in one of the last remaining buildings that was not totally destroyed in the attack."
"What attack?" Nathan asked, before he suddenly remembered. "You mean those men with...staff weapons?"
"Yes," Narim nodded, "They have created much destruction on my home planet. For years I have seen nothing like it."
"How touching," Charlie said, "But that does deviate from the point again, doesn't it?"
"I take it that you are referring to my inability to answer your third and final question," Narim said.
Nathan bit his lip. The 'limp lettuce' man was really winding him up but in the back of his mind he could just see his mother standing there, hands on her hips, telling him to behave. The thought sobered him for a moment. If his mother never came back, Jonas would have full custody of him - and that was not something that he wanted to happen.
"Where are they, Narim?" Nathan asked, his eyes boring into the Tollan, demanding an answer.
Narim sighed deeply. "They were captured by Apophis and taken aboard his mothership," he explained, "Though I promise you that we are at this moment trying to asses their location and process a plan for their rescue."
"How can we rescue them if we don't know where they are?" Charlie demanded, "Jeez, you've had ages to find them and still nothing? What kind of shop are you running here?"
Narim looked at him in puzzlement.
"We are not running a shop, nor do we sell local produce."
Charlie cast a withering glance at Nathan, who put his head in his hands. This was going to be a long day.
**********
When Jack opened his eyes he let out a loud curse as he took in his surroundings. They were undeniably on a Goa'uld mothership, in a not-so-cosy cell that wasn't much bigger than a public toilet. It also smelled like one.
He groaned as a searing pain cut across his spine and he threw his hand out to support the weight of his aching body, only to touch something soft.
He looked down to find his hand in an awkward position on his 2IC, who thankfully did not wake up at the touch of his hand. For a moment he wondered if he should leave his hand there, but remembered the sort of thing she could do to him if she found out and he carefully prized his hand away from her.
"Having a nice grope, sir?" a voice weakly replied.
"Carter?" Jack squeaked, a blush rising to his cheeks, "I..."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, amusement filling her face.
"You know, it's either me or the lighting in here, but you've turned the colour of a lobster."
"I put my hand out...I didn't see that you were there..." he protested, annoyed at his blushing.
"It's not a problem, sir." Sam replied, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling.
"No giggling," Jack warned her.
"Sir," she replied, swallowing her giggles to cast an eye around their cell.
"The usual Goa'uld comfort suite," Jack said, running a hand back through his hair that desperately needed a wash.
Just as he was about to make another biting comment, they heard the sound of heavy footsteps. Sam felt her heart beginning to beat more rapidly, and she resisted the urge to curl up closer to her CO and bury her head in his shoulder.
The door to their cell was wrenched open, and a tall jaffa stood before them, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
"I am Lokar," he said, leering at Sam who glared back at him. "Apophis will see you now," he pointed at Sam.
"Well, Apophis can just shove his meeting up his - Aagh!"
Jack cried out as Lokar struck him on his dodgy knee with the butt of his staff weapon. Sam tried to go quickly to his aid but Lokar grabbed hold of her shoulder and brutally pulled her back towards him, wrenching her arm around by the small of her back.
"You would do best not to try and escape," he whispered in Sam's ear, like a snake.
"I'll be back, sir," Sam said, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. Lokar responded with a throaty laugh that meant that he knew better, and dragged her from the room.
**********
Apophis smiled when Lokar entered, with the female Tau'ri in his arms.
"Captain Carter," he drawled, rising from his throne and walking with deceptive laziness towards her, "I must say that this is a pleasure."
"For you, maybe," she spat back, with a grunt of pain as Lokar punched her in the ribs.
"You would also do well to avoid your insolence," Lokar advised, raising his hand to strike her again.
"Lokar!" Apophis ordered, "Your work here is done. I will call for you when she is to be escorted back to the cell."
"But, my lord..."
"Go!" Apophis demanded, watching as the jaffa sulkily exited the room, pausing to spit at Sam before he left.
"I apologise," Apophis sneered, "My first prime clearly has no manners."
"He's had a good teacher," Sam replied, a little too quickly for Apophis' liking.
Before she knew what was happening, she found herself sprawled on the floor, her cheek throbbing and a taste of blood in her mouth.
"I do not appreciate your insolence, Tau'ri," he replied, going back over to his throne and picking up a golden hand device. He slipped it lovingly onto his fingers, flexing each one in turn, making sure that she could see exactly what he was about to do to her.
"Now. I am going to ask you a simple question," he said, his voice was smooth and silky, laced with arrogance and a throaty drawl - the trademark of a Goa'uld. "What is the iris code that allows access to the Earth stargate?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam said, with grim determination in her eyes.
Apophis snarled. He grabbed hold of a fistful of her hair, and wrenched her head back. He held the ribbon device over her head and activated it, before repeating the question again.
"You will tell me," he smiled, as he felt her beginning to weaken in his arms.
"No..." she gasped, "Go...to hell!"
"That is precisely where I will be taking you," he promised, and the pain in Sam's temple worsened.
She cried out as spots began to darken her vision, as she felt herself falling from his grasp.
"You are weak," he sneered, and everything went black.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next time: Narim is in for trying times with Charlie and Nathan, and it's Jack's turn to be brought before Apophis.
Author's Note: Sorry you've had to wait so long for this one again, but I hope that it was worth it. Feedback is always accepted at jm-webmistress@fsmail.net. Colonel Maybourne will deal with flames.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie and Nathan grow more desperate as there is still no news from their parents, and Sam and Jack face a fight for survival against Apophis' torture.
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson. The rating has been raised due to scenes of torture that might upset younger readers. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Note: Thank you very much to all of the people that send reviews! I am very grateful! :)
~ Getting to Know You: Part 11 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
**********
When Charlie awoke, he found himself staring up at a curiously tiled ceiling.
They were all of uneven shape, and were different colours ranging from deep blue to a silvery purple.
He heard a familiar voice next to him, and turned around on the cold floor to come face to face with Nathan.
"Oh, great," he grumbled, "Just the face I wanted to wake up to."
"It wasn't too nice for me either!" Nathan snapped back, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"How the hell did I...?" Charlie began, rubbing at a bruise on his forehead.
"You fainted," Nathan lied, trying to hide his amusement at the look of astonishment on Charlie's face.
"I...wha...you are lying!" Charlie shot back, folding his arms stubbornly and pouting.
"No, I'm not," Nathan persisted, "You went right out like a girl!"
"I do NOT faint!" Charlie protested, getting up and walking around the room, "You are talking out of your a-"
Before Charlie could mutter a final expletive, the door to the room opened and a man entered the room that neither Charlie nor Nathan had seen before. To Charlie, he resembled a piece of wet lettuce.
"Hello," the man said slowly, as if he was talking to a baby, "I am Narim. How are you feeling?"
"Just a little confused," Charlie replied sarcastically, "And I have a few questions for you."
Narim smiled weakly, "Please continue."
"One - who the hell are you? Two - where the hell are we? Three - where the hell is my dad?"
"I see," Narim said, twisting his hands together, "You do not remember anything of yesterday?"
Nathan rolled his eyes. "If we remembered, would be really be asking you?"
"That is most unfortunate," Narim replied, looking at the floor. "In answer to your first enquiry, I am Narim - your father told me that I was to protect you, on pain of my death, though he did not use those exact words and made reference to a sharp piece of fruit, but that deviates from the point..."
"What about our second question?" Nathan persisted.
"You are on the planet Tollana - we are hiding in one of the last remaining buildings that was not totally destroyed in the attack."
"What attack?" Nathan asked, before he suddenly remembered. "You mean those men with...staff weapons?"
"Yes," Narim nodded, "They have created much destruction on my home planet. For years I have seen nothing like it."
"How touching," Charlie said, "But that does deviate from the point again, doesn't it?"
"I take it that you are referring to my inability to answer your third and final question," Narim said.
Nathan bit his lip. The 'limp lettuce' man was really winding him up but in the back of his mind he could just see his mother standing there, hands on her hips, telling him to behave. The thought sobered him for a moment. If his mother never came back, Jonas would have full custody of him - and that was not something that he wanted to happen.
"Where are they, Narim?" Nathan asked, his eyes boring into the Tollan, demanding an answer.
Narim sighed deeply. "They were captured by Apophis and taken aboard his mothership," he explained, "Though I promise you that we are at this moment trying to asses their location and process a plan for their rescue."
"How can we rescue them if we don't know where they are?" Charlie demanded, "Jeez, you've had ages to find them and still nothing? What kind of shop are you running here?"
Narim looked at him in puzzlement.
"We are not running a shop, nor do we sell local produce."
Charlie cast a withering glance at Nathan, who put his head in his hands. This was going to be a long day.
**********
When Jack opened his eyes he let out a loud curse as he took in his surroundings. They were undeniably on a Goa'uld mothership, in a not-so-cosy cell that wasn't much bigger than a public toilet. It also smelled like one.
He groaned as a searing pain cut across his spine and he threw his hand out to support the weight of his aching body, only to touch something soft.
He looked down to find his hand in an awkward position on his 2IC, who thankfully did not wake up at the touch of his hand. For a moment he wondered if he should leave his hand there, but remembered the sort of thing she could do to him if she found out and he carefully prized his hand away from her.
"Having a nice grope, sir?" a voice weakly replied.
"Carter?" Jack squeaked, a blush rising to his cheeks, "I..."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, amusement filling her face.
"You know, it's either me or the lighting in here, but you've turned the colour of a lobster."
"I put my hand out...I didn't see that you were there..." he protested, annoyed at his blushing.
"It's not a problem, sir." Sam replied, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling.
"No giggling," Jack warned her.
"Sir," she replied, swallowing her giggles to cast an eye around their cell.
"The usual Goa'uld comfort suite," Jack said, running a hand back through his hair that desperately needed a wash.
Just as he was about to make another biting comment, they heard the sound of heavy footsteps. Sam felt her heart beginning to beat more rapidly, and she resisted the urge to curl up closer to her CO and bury her head in his shoulder.
The door to their cell was wrenched open, and a tall jaffa stood before them, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
"I am Lokar," he said, leering at Sam who glared back at him. "Apophis will see you now," he pointed at Sam.
"Well, Apophis can just shove his meeting up his - Aagh!"
Jack cried out as Lokar struck him on his dodgy knee with the butt of his staff weapon. Sam tried to go quickly to his aid but Lokar grabbed hold of her shoulder and brutally pulled her back towards him, wrenching her arm around by the small of her back.
"You would do best not to try and escape," he whispered in Sam's ear, like a snake.
"I'll be back, sir," Sam said, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. Lokar responded with a throaty laugh that meant that he knew better, and dragged her from the room.
**********
Apophis smiled when Lokar entered, with the female Tau'ri in his arms.
"Captain Carter," he drawled, rising from his throne and walking with deceptive laziness towards her, "I must say that this is a pleasure."
"For you, maybe," she spat back, with a grunt of pain as Lokar punched her in the ribs.
"You would also do well to avoid your insolence," Lokar advised, raising his hand to strike her again.
"Lokar!" Apophis ordered, "Your work here is done. I will call for you when she is to be escorted back to the cell."
"But, my lord..."
"Go!" Apophis demanded, watching as the jaffa sulkily exited the room, pausing to spit at Sam before he left.
"I apologise," Apophis sneered, "My first prime clearly has no manners."
"He's had a good teacher," Sam replied, a little too quickly for Apophis' liking.
Before she knew what was happening, she found herself sprawled on the floor, her cheek throbbing and a taste of blood in her mouth.
"I do not appreciate your insolence, Tau'ri," he replied, going back over to his throne and picking up a golden hand device. He slipped it lovingly onto his fingers, flexing each one in turn, making sure that she could see exactly what he was about to do to her.
"Now. I am going to ask you a simple question," he said, his voice was smooth and silky, laced with arrogance and a throaty drawl - the trademark of a Goa'uld. "What is the iris code that allows access to the Earth stargate?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam said, with grim determination in her eyes.
Apophis snarled. He grabbed hold of a fistful of her hair, and wrenched her head back. He held the ribbon device over her head and activated it, before repeating the question again.
"You will tell me," he smiled, as he felt her beginning to weaken in his arms.
"No..." she gasped, "Go...to hell!"
"That is precisely where I will be taking you," he promised, and the pain in Sam's temple worsened.
She cried out as spots began to darken her vision, as she felt herself falling from his grasp.
"You are weak," he sneered, and everything went black.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next time: Narim is in for trying times with Charlie and Nathan, and it's Jack's turn to be brought before Apophis.
Author's Note: Sorry you've had to wait so long for this one again, but I hope that it was worth it. Feedback is always accepted at jm-webmistress@fsmail.net. Colonel Maybourne will deal with flames.