Title: In the Middle Pt 3
Rating: PG-13 it's short!
Spoilers: General knowledge Archive: SJD yes Summary: Sam has to deal with what happened.
AN: Wow…. I'm still blushing! Thank you everyone who replied so quickly! I'll finish if for sure for you guys! Sorry this one is so short, but I've amillionandone things to do before I leave for Germany in two days (WAHOO!!!) And when I get back school starts… so we'll see how it goes but it'll get finished!! Thanks again!
A little background knowledge, most of the God information is correct. I made up the parts about the jealousy over the affair thing, but the other stuff is true. And the name Held actually means Hero is German. Maybe that'll come in handy… Disclaimer: Not mine don't sue me!
Sam didn't say anything to anyone for the rest of the evening, or for the following morning for that matter. What happened to her was something she could never forget for the rest of her life, regardless of how hard she tried. Even if she tried drugs (not that she'd actually consider it, but thinking isn't any harm, right?), there would always be that, big, blurry, undeniable blotch on her arm to remind her that she was actually there when they burned it into her, and for at least a little while, she belonged to someone.
It had been a long, insufferable day at 'work'. The women's camp was quiet; the insistent chatter had vanished, and been replaced with looks of surrender of the situation. The men for the most part had also been quite. Everyone wanted to know what the strange machine was that flew above them the day before was, but no one wanted to suffer the wraith of Juest. They all saw what he was capable of yesterday. After trudging back to the barracks, Teal'c knew it was time for him to talk to her.
"MajorCarter." Teal'c was standing next to Sam, who was sitting slumped on her bed, pouting, but not wanting anyone to know it. She was tough, she could deal with it. She could just shove it deep down inside with her mother's death; the issues she never ever dealt with. She turned her head minutely and looked at him.
"Teal'c. What can I do for you?"
"May I sit down?" She nodded, and he took a spot directly next to her, nearly touching but careful to leave her enough space.
"What's up?" Her voice was scruffy, and sounded like she had just been thinking.
"When I first became a Jaffa for Apophis, I was full of pride of my achievement. But that was not good enough, not at that time. I wanted more, I needed more. I participated in many battles, hoping that I was making my lord proud of my work. There was not a challenge I would not accept. When I was rewarded the status of his first prime, I thought my life's achievement was fulfilled. I was never prouder than when I was allowed to bare the golden mark of Apophis." Sam had never really heard him talk this way, and was eager to oblige and listen.
"That was until I realized what my false god was capable of. Murdering innocent women and children, posing as a god, and enslaving generations of my people. Now, everyday when I see myself in a mirror, I am reminded of what I was a part of. I will never escape that." He stopped talking for a minute to let everything he said sink in for her. When she realized, her eyes went wide and she looked away from him. After a second, she responded.
"How do you deal with it?" she asked so quietly that she thought maybe he wouldn't have heard her.
Silly her, this is Teal'c she was talking to.
"I admit, at first it was not easy. I wished more than anything that I could remove the golden emblem. But after time passed, I channeled the negative thoughts into those that were positive. I no longer consider the symbol one that I abhor, rather than one I admire. I consider it a marking of the fight against the Gou'uld. And when we are victorious, I hope the other rebel Jaffa fell the same way as I do about it." Sam listened and smiled. Whenever Teal'c would talk about something he felt passionate about, he had a glow to him. Kind of like the glow a pregnant woman has, except he wasn't a woman. And Junior was already all grown up and moved out into an apartment of his own, so to say.
"Thank you, Teal'c." She put her hand on his forearm, and he rested his hand on her thigh. They shared a smile that was uniquely one they had to themselves; appreciation, understanding, courage, dependence. She knew it was going to take a while, but she would cope with it. She had her family to cope. Who knows, maybe next time she needed a heart to heart she could ask Daniel where the obsession with coffee started.
TBC
Spoilers: General knowledge Archive: SJD yes Summary: Sam has to deal with what happened.
AN: Wow…. I'm still blushing! Thank you everyone who replied so quickly! I'll finish if for sure for you guys! Sorry this one is so short, but I've amillionandone things to do before I leave for Germany in two days (WAHOO!!!) And when I get back school starts… so we'll see how it goes but it'll get finished!! Thanks again!
A little background knowledge, most of the God information is correct. I made up the parts about the jealousy over the affair thing, but the other stuff is true. And the name Held actually means Hero is German. Maybe that'll come in handy… Disclaimer: Not mine don't sue me!
Sam didn't say anything to anyone for the rest of the evening, or for the following morning for that matter. What happened to her was something she could never forget for the rest of her life, regardless of how hard she tried. Even if she tried drugs (not that she'd actually consider it, but thinking isn't any harm, right?), there would always be that, big, blurry, undeniable blotch on her arm to remind her that she was actually there when they burned it into her, and for at least a little while, she belonged to someone.
It had been a long, insufferable day at 'work'. The women's camp was quiet; the insistent chatter had vanished, and been replaced with looks of surrender of the situation. The men for the most part had also been quite. Everyone wanted to know what the strange machine was that flew above them the day before was, but no one wanted to suffer the wraith of Juest. They all saw what he was capable of yesterday. After trudging back to the barracks, Teal'c knew it was time for him to talk to her.
"MajorCarter." Teal'c was standing next to Sam, who was sitting slumped on her bed, pouting, but not wanting anyone to know it. She was tough, she could deal with it. She could just shove it deep down inside with her mother's death; the issues she never ever dealt with. She turned her head minutely and looked at him.
"Teal'c. What can I do for you?"
"May I sit down?" She nodded, and he took a spot directly next to her, nearly touching but careful to leave her enough space.
"What's up?" Her voice was scruffy, and sounded like she had just been thinking.
"When I first became a Jaffa for Apophis, I was full of pride of my achievement. But that was not good enough, not at that time. I wanted more, I needed more. I participated in many battles, hoping that I was making my lord proud of my work. There was not a challenge I would not accept. When I was rewarded the status of his first prime, I thought my life's achievement was fulfilled. I was never prouder than when I was allowed to bare the golden mark of Apophis." Sam had never really heard him talk this way, and was eager to oblige and listen.
"That was until I realized what my false god was capable of. Murdering innocent women and children, posing as a god, and enslaving generations of my people. Now, everyday when I see myself in a mirror, I am reminded of what I was a part of. I will never escape that." He stopped talking for a minute to let everything he said sink in for her. When she realized, her eyes went wide and she looked away from him. After a second, she responded.
"How do you deal with it?" she asked so quietly that she thought maybe he wouldn't have heard her.
Silly her, this is Teal'c she was talking to.
"I admit, at first it was not easy. I wished more than anything that I could remove the golden emblem. But after time passed, I channeled the negative thoughts into those that were positive. I no longer consider the symbol one that I abhor, rather than one I admire. I consider it a marking of the fight against the Gou'uld. And when we are victorious, I hope the other rebel Jaffa fell the same way as I do about it." Sam listened and smiled. Whenever Teal'c would talk about something he felt passionate about, he had a glow to him. Kind of like the glow a pregnant woman has, except he wasn't a woman. And Junior was already all grown up and moved out into an apartment of his own, so to say.
"Thank you, Teal'c." She put her hand on his forearm, and he rested his hand on her thigh. They shared a smile that was uniquely one they had to themselves; appreciation, understanding, courage, dependence. She knew it was going to take a while, but she would cope with it. She had her family to cope. Who knows, maybe next time she needed a heart to heart she could ask Daniel where the obsession with coffee started.
TBC