Title: Payback
Author: Goatcheese
Rating: K+
Warnings: N/A
Character(s): mainly Beckett
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's not very fun on the other side of the table.
Disclaimer: Stargate and all that is connected with it does not belong to me. Please don't sue. I'm poor.
A/N: This was written for a challenge in which "You won't feel a thing." Had to be the first line.
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"You won't feel a thing."
"I bloody well hope not, but for some reason I don't really believe you. Why don't you just let me leave?" Dr. Beckett asked nervously.
"Because, we're just getting started," replied the masked figure, pulling a covered tray closer to him.
Eyeing the gleaming metal as it was unveiled; Carson's pulse began to race.
"On second thought, I really should get going. I have some work that I need to do…" He knew he was rambling as he tried to get up from the torture chair and away from this place of pain.
"Not so fast, this is happening whether you like it or not."
Carson squeaked as he was pushed back down, and flinched as a bright light was suddenly in his face, blinding him.
"Can I at least lose the audience? Please?" Beckett begged, gesturing to the two onlookers.
"Do you know how many people I had to turn away? You're lucky there are only two of them out there."
"Yeah, but it's the wrong two," Dr. Beckett grumbled.
"Now just relax, it'll be over before you know it."
Carson's last memory before the gas mask was placed over his face was of McKay and Sheppard wearing matching Cheshire grins, smugly enjoying Beckett's pain.
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