1 year, 9 months, 5 days
Sam was mostly catatonic nowadays. She barely made a sound during the torture sessions. In her cell she remained in a prone state except to eat a bite of food, take a sip of water, and mark the days on the walls.
However still her body was, her mind was far more active. She got more work done than she ever had and stored it carefully in her mind. Sam thought of ways to improve the gate dialing sequence, using less energy, and speed the process as a whole.
Frustratingly, she was also left with more time to remember home. She imagined what she would say if she had just a minute to talk to her friends and family.
To Cassie: I'm proud of you, and I'm sure your mom would be too.
To Teal'c: Thanks for being there to comfort me and save my butt.
To Daniel: You're a great friend.
To Hammond: Thanks for not court marshalling me, even with all the reasons you had to choose from.
To Jack... What would she say to Jack? One minute, then she'd never see him again. What could she say? I'm sorry; I love you? Thanks for accepting me as part of your team? Her favorite; Thanks for not strangling me to death when I killed you with technobabble.
Taking a break from questions, Sam worked out complicated math and physics problems, drawing on the dirt on the floor of her cell. She was making an effort to keep her mind in shape, even if her body was severely malnourished and weak. The food she was given once a day was a sort of thin potato soup and, if she was lucky, a hunk of dry bread.
The first few months in captivity, Sam would occasionally ask the healer or her torturers a question, such as where they were, who they were, and most importantly, why they were torturing her. The people never answered.
What annoyed Sam most was that there wasn't really a point to the torture sessions, except to beat her into unconsciousness. They didn't ask her questions, didn't try to get anything out of her really, except blood. Now she had given up asking, and only speculated on it once in a blue moon.
One more scratch on the wall. One more day gone by, one more day without a rescue. In a small stone cell on a planet millions of light years from her own, a petite blonde, dirty and bruised, fell asleep and dreamt of home.