Warning: torture can be hazardous to your health and may result in
infection or death.
AN: I'm sorry as always, that this chapter took so long, but I hate it. I've rewritten it more often than my classics essay but have a serious case of writers block. Anyway, don't let me put you off reading it. Enjoy (I hope.)
Chapter Five
Sam had been gone for hours. Jack paced the confines of their cell restlessly. Daniel sat in the corner, watching his friend anxiously. Jack stopped his pacing and turned to the solid wall, forcing his fist into the stone. Daniel looked away, wincing at the force of his friends' assault, hoping that Jacks hand wasn't too badly injured. When Daniel glimpsed back Jack had resumed his pacing and didn't seem to be in pain.
"Jack."
His companion didn't respond.
"Jack!" He shouted, Jack spun around to face him, "relax."
Jack looked like he would explode.
"Relax!" He shouted, "We're prisoners. Sam and Teal'c are.god knows where, enduring all sorts of torture. And there doesn't seem to be any way out!"
"We need to concentrate on escaping, Sam can take care of herself," Daniel said, unconvinced by his own reasoning, "you can't help her by breaking fingers. Not your own anyway," Daniel weakly attempted to inject some humour into the situation."
"You're right," Jack sighed, rubbing his eyes wearily.
"Okay, so what are we going to do?"
Jack sat heavily on the floor beside Daniel.
"I don't know, I can't think straight."
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"Tell me what I need to know and the pain will stop," Nephthys smiled sweetly while holding the ribbon device steadily in front of her, the orange light focused on Sams head.
Sam knelt, her teeth gritted as a last show of defiance, her witty retorts and fighting strength beaten down by hours of torture. The pain stopped giving way to the dull ache of hours of torture. She fell forward panting before slowly straightening her back and staring directly into her captors eyes.
"Are you not in enough pain Tau'ri?"
Sam continued to stare into the Goa'uld's bottomless dark eyes.
"I agree," Nephthys continued, "perhaps it would be time for some cruder methods of torture."
Sam tried desperately not to react but the hours of pain had weakened her resolve, she looked away.
"Lady Nephthys," a Jaffa addressed her, walking into the chamber and bowing his head.
"What is it?" The Goa'uld asked him.
"The other system lords are getting impatient, they believe you are trying to deceive them and are threatening to leave," the Jaffa explained.
"Tell them we can begin as soon as the others arrive."
"So you are trying to wipe them out, claim their power for yourself," Sam croaked.
"Silence!" Nephthys shouted turning back to her prisoner.
"How did you get them to come here?" Sam continued.
Sam felt a strong hand made contact with her face but forced herself to look up again, blood dripping from her already swollen lip.
"Take her back," she ordered the Jaffa.
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The door opened and Sam was thrown roughly inside, it slammed shut immediately, giving Daniel and Jack no time to react. They hurried over to Sam's prone hunched and apparently unconscious figure. Jack automatically felt her neck for her pulse. She stirred, opening her eyes and attempting to sit up. They helped her, resting her back against the wall.
"Are you okay?" Daniel asked helplessly.
Jack sat silently, his hand clutching hers.
"She's going to kill them," Sam warned them wearily once she had gotten her breath, "we have to stop her."
"I know," Daniel said soothingly, "but what I don't understand is why they would trust her enough to come here."
"Perhaps they want a treaty to ensure stability between them," Jack suggested quietly, "that way they can defeat us more efficiently."
Daniel and Sam stared at him in stunned silence.
"What?" Jack asked, "Hey I'm not totally stupid you know. It makes sense."
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That's it. I'm working on the next chapter but I have come to the conclusion that my muse has packed up and left and that maybe she'll stop sulking and come back if I can give her a name (hey, it worked in the never ending story.)
Please review and feel free to suggest a name.
AN: I'm sorry as always, that this chapter took so long, but I hate it. I've rewritten it more often than my classics essay but have a serious case of writers block. Anyway, don't let me put you off reading it. Enjoy (I hope.)
Chapter Five
Sam had been gone for hours. Jack paced the confines of their cell restlessly. Daniel sat in the corner, watching his friend anxiously. Jack stopped his pacing and turned to the solid wall, forcing his fist into the stone. Daniel looked away, wincing at the force of his friends' assault, hoping that Jacks hand wasn't too badly injured. When Daniel glimpsed back Jack had resumed his pacing and didn't seem to be in pain.
"Jack."
His companion didn't respond.
"Jack!" He shouted, Jack spun around to face him, "relax."
Jack looked like he would explode.
"Relax!" He shouted, "We're prisoners. Sam and Teal'c are.god knows where, enduring all sorts of torture. And there doesn't seem to be any way out!"
"We need to concentrate on escaping, Sam can take care of herself," Daniel said, unconvinced by his own reasoning, "you can't help her by breaking fingers. Not your own anyway," Daniel weakly attempted to inject some humour into the situation."
"You're right," Jack sighed, rubbing his eyes wearily.
"Okay, so what are we going to do?"
Jack sat heavily on the floor beside Daniel.
"I don't know, I can't think straight."
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"Tell me what I need to know and the pain will stop," Nephthys smiled sweetly while holding the ribbon device steadily in front of her, the orange light focused on Sams head.
Sam knelt, her teeth gritted as a last show of defiance, her witty retorts and fighting strength beaten down by hours of torture. The pain stopped giving way to the dull ache of hours of torture. She fell forward panting before slowly straightening her back and staring directly into her captors eyes.
"Are you not in enough pain Tau'ri?"
Sam continued to stare into the Goa'uld's bottomless dark eyes.
"I agree," Nephthys continued, "perhaps it would be time for some cruder methods of torture."
Sam tried desperately not to react but the hours of pain had weakened her resolve, she looked away.
"Lady Nephthys," a Jaffa addressed her, walking into the chamber and bowing his head.
"What is it?" The Goa'uld asked him.
"The other system lords are getting impatient, they believe you are trying to deceive them and are threatening to leave," the Jaffa explained.
"Tell them we can begin as soon as the others arrive."
"So you are trying to wipe them out, claim their power for yourself," Sam croaked.
"Silence!" Nephthys shouted turning back to her prisoner.
"How did you get them to come here?" Sam continued.
Sam felt a strong hand made contact with her face but forced herself to look up again, blood dripping from her already swollen lip.
"Take her back," she ordered the Jaffa.
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The door opened and Sam was thrown roughly inside, it slammed shut immediately, giving Daniel and Jack no time to react. They hurried over to Sam's prone hunched and apparently unconscious figure. Jack automatically felt her neck for her pulse. She stirred, opening her eyes and attempting to sit up. They helped her, resting her back against the wall.
"Are you okay?" Daniel asked helplessly.
Jack sat silently, his hand clutching hers.
"She's going to kill them," Sam warned them wearily once she had gotten her breath, "we have to stop her."
"I know," Daniel said soothingly, "but what I don't understand is why they would trust her enough to come here."
"Perhaps they want a treaty to ensure stability between them," Jack suggested quietly, "that way they can defeat us more efficiently."
Daniel and Sam stared at him in stunned silence.
"What?" Jack asked, "Hey I'm not totally stupid you know. It makes sense."
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That's it. I'm working on the next chapter but I have come to the conclusion that my muse has packed up and left and that maybe she'll stop sulking and come back if I can give her a name (hey, it worked in the never ending story.)
Please review and feel free to suggest a name.