Rating: FR-M
Spoilers: Reckoning pt2, Ex Deus Machina
Summary: "Yeah, so what's next? You gonna tie me to a hot-tub?" she demanded, despite the rational part of her subconscious which suggested that she should perhaps not be pissing him off so much.
Author Notes: Sam/Baal pairing. I took the premise of Ba'al being on Earth from Ex Deus Machina and my muse is responsible for the rest. You've been forewarned about the pairing, too, so don't shout at me! (hides under bed) My first prime will deal with any flames, so don't waste your time.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Dedication: For Sarah, always.
Dichotomy pt4
Copyright (c) July 2006, Ruth
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Author's Note EXTRA: Just wanted to say a big THANK YOU to all those reviewers who are giving this somewhat unorthodox pairing a chance…comments are always appreciated, keep 'em coming! Now, on with the story…
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Awareness returned to her slowly. Unfortunately, it came by degrees and not at once; the more aware she became, the more she was disturbed by her situation.
She was awake, thus she was still alive. This was good.
She was no longer tied to the chair. This was also good.
She was definitely no longer upright, in fact she was laying down on something soft, probably a bed, she guessed. This was… out of character for Ba'al. Why give her a bed after kidnapping, beating and drugging her?
No, this was no longer good.
In fact, when a level of awareness, such that she was able to move, returned to her she found out just how 'not-good' it was.
She was tied to the bed.
Now, this was when her somewhat confused and battered brain went into overdrive. There were two possibilities here; (1) she was tied to 'her' bed, in the same way that she had been tied to 'her' chair, to prevent her escape. Sam could just about rationalise this. However, it could also be (2); she was tied to 'his' bed, which contained so many sub-possibilities that it made her head hurt just to think about it. None of these sub-possibilities were anything that she even wanted to think about, particularly in the light of his behaviour before she had passed out again. Her skin still burned from the touch of his hands, his lips; she felt nauseated to have allowed him that sort of contact with her.
Not that I could have done anything about it, her brain reminded her; I was, after all, tied to a chair. No - what she needed to concentrate on now was a way to remove herself from this particular situation and its possible consequences. She tried to flex her arms, lifting her upper body from the bed. No luck - both of her arms were tied at the wrist to the bed. She tried to move her legs, but again found that her ankles were secured to the end of the bed.
"For crying out loud!" she moaned in frustration, kicking with her feet, despite knowing that this action was entirely futile. She pulled at the restraints around her wrists, jerking her body to the side, testing their strength. They held fast - of course they would, Ba'al was no fool when it came to her so-called "ardent" nature.
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Jerk, she thought angrily. Why the hell did he have to be in Colorado Springs anyway? Earth was huge, he could have gone anywhere, kidnapped anybody from their quiet, local bar…but why her? Out of however-many-billion people there were on the face of the planet, he just HAD to pick her to kidnap and tie to things…I mean, what were the figures involved there? To take her mind off of her impending…whatever…she tried to calculate the variables involved.
It did occur to her that anger was perhaps not the most constructive use of her energy, but she was too tired and cross to care, something which only increased when she heard a deep, amused laugh from somewhere in the room.
"Oh, I wondered when you'd show up again," she snapped, her hands balling into fists as she gazed at the patterns on the ceiling. She still had no idea where she was.
"I thought you might prefer something a little more comfortable," he said; she could tell by the sound and volume of his voice that he was approaching the bed and this was not something that she was ok with.
"Yeah, so what's next? You gonna tie me to a hot-tub?" she demanded, despite the rational part of her subconscious which suggested that she should perhaps not be pissing him off so much.
Instead of the anger which she had expected, he had the nerve to be amused. He laughed again, loudly, and she felt the end of the bed dip down underneath his weight. Oh, she was SO not ok with this…
"I must admit this is not something that I thought of, but I'll keep it in mind," he said, barely keeping a hold on his mirth. Sam was pissed - she didn't need to see his face to know that he was deriving a whole lot of fun from this encounter. Damned arrogant bastard.
"Well I'm glad that you can see the funny side of this, 'cause I'm sure as hell having a hard time doing that," she shot back, biting her lip against the gasp of horror as she felt his hand on her leg.
"If you would only relax," he said smoothly, "You would perhaps take the time to make the most of this situation." His hand moved a little farther up her leg, his fingers surprisingly soft but firm against her skin. Still, she supposed, trying to quell the shaking in her limbs, it wasn't like he ever did any proper work, just sat in his chair being an intergalactic pri-
"Don't…even…think…about…it," she ground out through her teeth, as his hand edged a little higher, reaching the top of her leg.
"Think about it, my love?" he smirked, "Oh, I tell you, I have thought about this every night since I first laid eyes on you."
"That is so gross," Sam mumbled. "I thought I was only a mere female of the Tau'ri?"
"Did I really say that?" he asked, supposedly incredulous.
"You know damned well what you said, and implied," she snapped. Still, this had the desired effect as he removed his hand from her leg.
"I underestimated you," he admitted, "You were able to modify the weapon and were successful in destroying the Replicators. Had you not done so, neither of us would be here today."
"Shame," she muttered, wondering where that action ranked on the stupidest-things-I've-done list which she was rapidly compiling in her head. Nope, still nowhere near the walking into O'Malleys which had resulted in her current predicament.
"Of course, I also played a significant role," he smirked, sitting back on the bed so that she was able to see him.
Ah, yes, I thought the ego-tripping was long overdue, Sam thought, but decided not to share this particular thought with him.
"Yes, you did," she humoured him.
"After all, without my knowledge of dialling multiple Stargates, even if you had managed to work the weapon it would be useless on any planet excepting Dakara. You see, we make a perfect team," he said smoothly.
"Hmm. No, I beg to disagree," Sam interrupted, "I am quite capable of mindless destruction and multiple Stargate-dialling without your interference."
At this, it seemed, his purported 'lenience' ran out.
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She felt a stinging sensation in her cheek, and the sound of the slap rang out across the small room. She closed her eyes as the ceiling began to swim before her eyes.
"I believe I warned you earlier about your continued insolence," he said, a menacing tone in his voice which had not been present before.
Sam decided that it would be better to remain quiet - better late than never, she supposed. God, she was turning into Jack O'Neill…
She knew what was coming, but fought the pain for as long as she could. The ribbon device seared into her forehead and burned at the back of her eyes as he continued, unrelenting. She cried out, her body jerking uselessly against the restraints which held her to the bed. The breath caught in her lungs; she felt herself rapidly losing control, what little of it she had left, of her body and determination not to give him the pleasure of hearing her scream.
Still, he showed no sign of stopping. Indeed, it felt to Sam as though he had increased, rather than decreased, the pressure which seared in her head and now began to spike throughout her whole body. Cruelly, he grabbed her side which had been injured in her attempt to escape, and dug his fingers into her skin, deep enough as to draw blood.
It was this which caused her to scream, giving him what he wanted, the feeling of absolute power and control which had momentarily been lost to him. With a sardonic smile, he eased off on the ribbon device and withdrew his hand, curling his fingers around the pulsating centre of the device, relishing the energy and power which still flowed within it.
"You are weak," he snarled at Sam, who only just skirted the edge of consciousness, struggling to catch enough breath to stay awake. "It would do you good to remember that."
With that, he stood and moved away from the bed. Sam waited as she heard his footsteps getting further and further away, before the door closed and she knew that he had gone. Then, and only then, did she allow herself a moan of pain and the tears which had been threatening to spill from her eyes during her torture.
She was so screwed.
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To be Continued…
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Author's Note: Ooh he's evil isn't he? Hope you enjoyed the chapter; please let me know what you think. See you next time…
