The Gods We Serve by Baalsgirl
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate. MGM and some others do... Everything that's not from the series, as there are some unique characters, is original and property of the author. And so is the storyline, so keep your hands off it, peeps.
Aw, and I don't do that for money or something, just for fun.
Setting: Season 7, in the time between "Chimera" and "Death Knell".
Rating: PG-13 to be sincere...
Pairings: S/P (let's not dwell on that...) , S/J (in the later chapters)
Author's notes: Warning, what is about to follow is another Baal containing fanfic. I know there have been a lot of them around recently, but I hope you like it, though. Maybe you'll find it brute or so, but please don't be too hard with me, it's my first dark story. So here we go...
Chapter 1 - Plans change
Samantha Carter's feeling of time was no longer existent. She didn't now any more whether it was day or night. For a long period of time she had just lived, and died, from torture session to torture session, over and over again. At the beginning of her nightmare that now seemed an eternity ago she had counted the times the system lord Baal had tortured, killed and then revived her in the sarcophargus. Now the amount of those sessions had become so numerous that Sam had lost the thread counting. At the moment she was in a holding cell waiting for Baal's jaffa to take her once again. And there they came: two tall, heavily armed jaffa came to a stop in front of her cell. One of them deactivated the force field at the cell entrance and with it gravity was restored to a normal level. Sam got onto her unsteady feet waiting for the two guards to enter and tear her away. But this time things were different. One of the jaffa pulled a zat gun from his belt and aimed it at her, then he pulled the trigger. The moment the blast hit her, Carter felt her knees buckle, she stumbled backwards and crashed into the stone wall behind her, heavily bumping her head; everything around her went black.
As Sam opened her eyes again she was not able to see clear. Waves of colors and bright spots were dancing before her eyes. She blinked several times so that the spots vanished from her sight, but still she was unable to focus on anything. Not far away from her Carter heard a voice, a soft, female one she did not recognize, she was speaking Goa'uld to somebody else who was around. Sam moaned out with pain. The voice held on and steps came toward her position, a hand was reaching out for her right temple, something cold and wet brushed over it. As the hand was pulled back again, she managed to grab its wrist with her own hand. Her sight had become clearer and so Sam rose her head looking into the direction where she had taken hold of the hand. The women it belonged to seemed surprised about the major's sudden awakening. She carefully pulled her wrist out of Carter's tight grip and then shoved her shoulders back down to the bed.
Sam blinked for another time. Now she saw the other female more clearly. It was a girl aged about sixteen, maybe older. She was tall and skinny, had long brown hair reaching far over her shoulders, pale skin and sad greenish-brown eyes. The young woman eyed her from top to bottom, then spoke to her in astonishingly perfect English: "You mustn't move. You are having a heavy concussion."
For another time she wiped over Sam's forehead with a cold cloth before turning away and moving out of sight.
All of a sudden the room around her got busy. Several servants entered all carrying different things. A bowl of hot, steaming water was sat down at the side of her bed, next to it a pile of linen towels.
As the servants had gone again the door hissed open once again. Another woman entered the scene. The young one that had just spoken to Sam came rushing over to her bowing in front of her. They exchanged some words in Goa'uld. The voice of the older woman that had just entered was distorted. She had to be one of the lower Goa'uld assigned to Baal's service.
The two of them now moved right into Sam's direction. The Goa'uld knelt down at the top of the bed. Sam winced as the female's cold hand touched her cheek. Her head was moved to the one side facing the Goa'uld. She revealed a healing device and pointed it at the major's head. A moment later the dizziness was completely gone from Sam. The woman deactivated the device and left as soon as she had come.
Now the girl from before helped Sam into an upright, sitting position.
"What...?" Sam began a question.
"Shsh", the girl shushed her, "not yet." She put a towel into the water bowl. Then she started to undress Carter from her torn clothes that still showed the marks of torture. She washed her body and face, dried everything carefully and dressed her into a lose sleeveless dress made of blue muslin. She helped her to sit down on the edge of the bed, then combed her fuzzy blonde hair.
As she had finished she sat down on the floor legs crossed, her hands folded into her lap.
"Now we can talk", she said.
"Where am I and what am I doing here?"
"You are aboard Lord Baal's flagship. You will be relocated to another planet where you will be assigned to his service as a servant."
"What?" Sam's eyes widened with shock and confusion.
The other woman did not comprehend this reaction: "What's wrong with you? Serving your god is an honor."
"I won't serve him", Sam brought out through her gritted teeth.
The expression on her opposite's face hardened. "Well, this is not up to you." The girl rose and turned away leaving an anxious and crestfallen Samantha behind her.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate. MGM and some others do... Everything that's not from the series, as there are some unique characters, is original and property of the author. And so is the storyline, so keep your hands off it, peeps.
Aw, and I don't do that for money or something, just for fun.
Setting: Season 7, in the time between "Chimera" and "Death Knell".
Rating: PG-13 to be sincere...
Pairings: S/P (let's not dwell on that...) , S/J (in the later chapters)
Author's notes: Warning, what is about to follow is another Baal containing fanfic. I know there have been a lot of them around recently, but I hope you like it, though. Maybe you'll find it brute or so, but please don't be too hard with me, it's my first dark story. So here we go...
Chapter 1 - Plans change
Samantha Carter's feeling of time was no longer existent. She didn't now any more whether it was day or night. For a long period of time she had just lived, and died, from torture session to torture session, over and over again. At the beginning of her nightmare that now seemed an eternity ago she had counted the times the system lord Baal had tortured, killed and then revived her in the sarcophargus. Now the amount of those sessions had become so numerous that Sam had lost the thread counting. At the moment she was in a holding cell waiting for Baal's jaffa to take her once again. And there they came: two tall, heavily armed jaffa came to a stop in front of her cell. One of them deactivated the force field at the cell entrance and with it gravity was restored to a normal level. Sam got onto her unsteady feet waiting for the two guards to enter and tear her away. But this time things were different. One of the jaffa pulled a zat gun from his belt and aimed it at her, then he pulled the trigger. The moment the blast hit her, Carter felt her knees buckle, she stumbled backwards and crashed into the stone wall behind her, heavily bumping her head; everything around her went black.
As Sam opened her eyes again she was not able to see clear. Waves of colors and bright spots were dancing before her eyes. She blinked several times so that the spots vanished from her sight, but still she was unable to focus on anything. Not far away from her Carter heard a voice, a soft, female one she did not recognize, she was speaking Goa'uld to somebody else who was around. Sam moaned out with pain. The voice held on and steps came toward her position, a hand was reaching out for her right temple, something cold and wet brushed over it. As the hand was pulled back again, she managed to grab its wrist with her own hand. Her sight had become clearer and so Sam rose her head looking into the direction where she had taken hold of the hand. The women it belonged to seemed surprised about the major's sudden awakening. She carefully pulled her wrist out of Carter's tight grip and then shoved her shoulders back down to the bed.
Sam blinked for another time. Now she saw the other female more clearly. It was a girl aged about sixteen, maybe older. She was tall and skinny, had long brown hair reaching far over her shoulders, pale skin and sad greenish-brown eyes. The young woman eyed her from top to bottom, then spoke to her in astonishingly perfect English: "You mustn't move. You are having a heavy concussion."
For another time she wiped over Sam's forehead with a cold cloth before turning away and moving out of sight.
All of a sudden the room around her got busy. Several servants entered all carrying different things. A bowl of hot, steaming water was sat down at the side of her bed, next to it a pile of linen towels.
As the servants had gone again the door hissed open once again. Another woman entered the scene. The young one that had just spoken to Sam came rushing over to her bowing in front of her. They exchanged some words in Goa'uld. The voice of the older woman that had just entered was distorted. She had to be one of the lower Goa'uld assigned to Baal's service.
The two of them now moved right into Sam's direction. The Goa'uld knelt down at the top of the bed. Sam winced as the female's cold hand touched her cheek. Her head was moved to the one side facing the Goa'uld. She revealed a healing device and pointed it at the major's head. A moment later the dizziness was completely gone from Sam. The woman deactivated the device and left as soon as she had come.
Now the girl from before helped Sam into an upright, sitting position.
"What...?" Sam began a question.
"Shsh", the girl shushed her, "not yet." She put a towel into the water bowl. Then she started to undress Carter from her torn clothes that still showed the marks of torture. She washed her body and face, dried everything carefully and dressed her into a lose sleeveless dress made of blue muslin. She helped her to sit down on the edge of the bed, then combed her fuzzy blonde hair.
As she had finished she sat down on the floor legs crossed, her hands folded into her lap.
"Now we can talk", she said.
"Where am I and what am I doing here?"
"You are aboard Lord Baal's flagship. You will be relocated to another planet where you will be assigned to his service as a servant."
"What?" Sam's eyes widened with shock and confusion.
The other woman did not comprehend this reaction: "What's wrong with you? Serving your god is an honor."
"I won't serve him", Sam brought out through her gritted teeth.
The expression on her opposite's face hardened. "Well, this is not up to you." The girl rose and turned away leaving an anxious and crestfallen Samantha behind her.