Title- All I Ask of You
Author- Monica (aka JussCallMeBilly)
Rating- PG-13..Language, violence, very minimal but being on the safe side
Spoilers- Up to Season 7 I would guess
Summary- SG1 is known for their knack of getting out of even the worst situations alive. But the four friend's loyalty, sanity, and a team member's life will all hang in the balance when everything they thought they knew changed. Can SG1's cunning, bravery, and friendship survive the challenges they're about to be put through? Or will one team member perish...
Genre- Science Fiction, Drama?
Disclaimer- If I owned Stargate SG! Would I really post fan fics on a site?
In case you didn't understand the attempted sarcasm, no, I own nothing!
A/N- Well here's the prologue of my first fan fiction! The title comes from a song in my church book of all places (LOL don't ask..) well I looked and this song reminded me of this fic but I thought it would be an interesting touch if each chapter would also be named after a song from that book. Anyways please read and review..I know everyone most tell you that but I'd really appreciate feedback, especially constructive critism. I already have the next chapter written and I plan on posting it on Sunday if I get any interest! So please help me out and enjoy the beginning.
Prologue
Major Samantha Carter, United States Air Force, that's what it said on her uniform, the medal that the president himself had almost given to her, that is what her résumé would read. But now she didn't feel like Major Samantha Carter, she didn't feel like the stargate's supreme expert, she felt like a murderer.
But, then again in all fairness, that is exactly what she was. A murderer.
Anyway you wanted to look at it- you couldn't have known, or it wasn't your fault, or her personal favorite, this kind of stuff happens- she was guilty. Carter sat numbly on the floor of a spaceship that she hadn't bothered to catch the name of.
Two men stood at the front of the ship steering it. One was a tall muscular man, whose hair was graying at his temples. When Samantha had first seen him, when she first looked into his cold gray eyes, she felt daggers through out her body. The other man was short with a mop of massive brown hair that was too large for his frame. He had tiny, nervous looking eyes, small nose- unbelievably small nose-, and high-defined cheekbones. He reminded her of a mouse.
In spite of herself she laughed, but out loud it sounded more like a strangled gurgle. The two men's heads spun to face her so fast, she thought their heads were going to snap straight off their necks. It was the first time in over a day and a half that she made the slightest indication that she was still alive.
But in retrospect she wasn't, she had died a day and a half ago. Or at least on the inside she was dead, and she wasn't sure which was worse. Ever since that horrible day-
NO! She yelled so loud that her head was ringing. She closed her eyes refusing to think of it again. She shoved the memory deep into her mind.
The two men stared at her until the mouse man turned back to steering. Samantha smirked. Mouse Man. That would make a good comic book one day. She should remember that for later incase it was the only thing that could cheer her up. It was odd that in a situation like this, she could still laugh.
"Major Carter, is everything alright?"
Carter knew it was the tall man that said it. His voice was forceful and booming not like the little fearful man. God she hated how her name sounded. She shivered on the inside trying to take in what he said. Alright? ALRIGHT! Nothing was even in the vicinity of being okay. Nothing would ever be alright. Not since-
Oh for God's sake! Stop it, Sam. Just stop it! She silently begged herself.
She unsuccessfully tried to move her leg that had fallen asleep. She had been sitting on the floor with her head against the wall, and her elbows resting on her lap, for longer then she could remember. It was funny how everything in the past few hours had just blurred together. Funny? Not quite the word she should be throwing around so much.
When was the last time that she had eaten? Taken a drink? God, she was so incredibly thirsty. Her throat had started to burn ever since the lump in her throat had formed from hearing her horrible name. Major Samantha Carter, the name taunted her. Gripping and pounding in her head. Sending pain to her tongue as she even thought of saying it. It isn't the name that is so horrible is it? The thought jerked at her aching head. No, she weakly replied to her own question, it's just the fact that it belongs to a horrible person.
Samantha shook the thought out of her head as she grabbed her leg and let it fall to the ground. Her boot made a loud clang that shook the floor around her but the men didn't dare look at her. They were used to her not speaking and knew it was a wasted effort trying to get her to answer, so they mainly talked among themselves.
The sudden movement must have pumped blood to her brain, because she found herself actually interested in what the men were saying. After tuning out what they had said this whole time the men had just figured it was no use and talked about whatever the hell they felt like. But then they said it. They said the two words that sounded even more horrible than her name. How dare they? HOW FUCKING DARE THEY! They had no right. And to say it right in front of her?
She whipped her head around which had been the worse thing she could of done. Because then she saw it. For that moment she forgot why she had chosen the back of the ship that didn't face the window. Earth. Home. The spaceship was pulling closer and closer to it.
Looking out the window was another thing she had wanted to avoid doing. She wanted to avoid it more the hearing her own name, more than hearing the two unspeakable words, more than recalling that horrible memory- No. She thought firmly, she was sure, no positive, that she would never for the rest of her life want anything as much as she wanted that memory to go away.
Now she was forced to look upon the thing she wanted to see the least. Earth. Home. The SGC. What would she tell SG1? How could she tell them what she'd done? What she'd seen?
Sam closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. She couldn't tell them. She wouldn't tell them. What should she do? She should just- pass out instead. That sounded nice to her, more fun then the other alternative. At least she wouldn't have to think. Feel the pain from dehydration, the pain the she knew the team would soon feel, the pain the gripped her heart and threatened to step on its already shattered pieces. So that's just what she did. Her body slumped into dead weight as she slid to the floor with a soundless thump.
