5 - Captured

~*Malek*~

~~January 2006~~

~Day 1~

I wiggle as I start to wake. Amb?

Thank crystals! You're awake!

I examine his body while making repairs. High stress levels. Cell damage. Burns. My poor Amb was tortured. Alone. As memories surface, I realized it had been for hours.

I thought I lost you.

I am so sorry. I feel horrible for having lost consciousness.

You were hurt badly, beloved. You did your best.

:.:.:.:

The Goa'uld, Zar, always uses the pain stick on his neck until I pass out. It takes longer and longer for me to wake up, and his body is weaker every time.

One time, I wake up to the feel of sharp pains all over his body. I recognize it to be cuts and small burns.

Zar grew bored with just using the pain stick, he explains. He holds himself stiffly with pain.

I love you. I should be suffering with you, my beloved.

Another time, he's battered. I focus on repairing his broken leg.

After a couple weeks of this, we think, he is forced on his feet. His leg is healed, but it still hurts. The gravity seems heavy, and he struggles with each step. I do everything I can to help him.

We walk on to the surface of a planet, and he collapses quickly in the heat. He begins dry heaving. His aching stomach has nothing to offer.

I can't- I can't get up.

"Move Tok'ra!" He's kicked hard in the side with a heavy boot.

He falls to his side, looking to the three Jaffa who had greeted us. The grin of one of them turns his stomach. He crouches and runs his fingers through Amb's hair.

"I am the warden of this prison." Though our hair is short, he still grips it, twisting it painfully. "Heal quickly, Tok'ra. You will be…entertaining us soon." The others laugh as he looks over us with a slimy grin.

I'll protect you, I promise.

They drag us to a building. The gravity and sun makes every ache even worse. We are thrown through the doorway. He falls down a flight of stairs before landing on his back.

I'm here, I assure.

It's cooler at least. He looks up the stairs to see the door close.

Better gravity as well. They must have plates under the surface to artificially increase it.

Amb tries to get up, but he can't. Physically can't.

I'm working on it.

A force field activates by the door, then starts moving down the stairs.

Amb, having no idea if it is deadly or not, scrambles on his hands and feet, dragging us down the stairs. He manages to get to his feet, hurrying down. The force field is still faster. He braces for a painful death.

I'm sorry!

I love you, I assure.

It hurts, but it doesn't kill us. He is pushed down, falling. The stairs end, and he ends up in tunnels that he tumbles down. He quickly forces himself on to his feet. Then rings come up and bring us down.

"A fucking Tok'ra," we hear before being punched in the face. I am furious as he is kicked in the ribs. He manages to trip the man and-

Ow! I curl tighter in pain.

Malek! He worries for me even as they beat on him.

What? I feel dizzy and confused.

They stomped my head. Then he panics as he is flipped on to his stomach. He fights as hands reach for his clothes. Weight holds us down.

I take control to endure in his place.

Suddenly, we hear a man cry out as the crowd disperses quickly. I look up to see someone flinging what must be the leader towards a wall. Our attacker hits hard, falling. His attacker, our savior, hopefully, is faced away from us.

I retreat again to heal my host.

"I'm sorry!" The leader screams as he is grabbed again. "You can have him!" His face is pounded into the wall until he's dead. He's then dropped to the floor.

"Anyone else?" Asks a distorted voice.

Please, be a Tok'ra.

Everyone runs away.

Please, be a Tok'ra.

Amb gets to his knees. Our hopefully savior turns, and- Holy fucking crystals!

"Lantash?" Amb gasps.

Lantash. Martouf. They're alive?!

To be continued…