| Circles of Her |
| by tigermoth26 |
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| Title: Circles of Her by: tigermoth26 Rating: PG Pairing: sam/jack UST Type: angst h/c (with more h)jackfic Disclaimer: Stargate is not mine. Spoilers: none Summary: He wakes to find himself in a near-dark, still, silent cold, trapped within the circle of Her. He wakes to find himself in the near-dark, still, silent cold. If he could describe his pulse beat, he would name it iced, but lightning fast. Prisoner. His tripping brain cells quickly think of many things. Some of which involve finding his nearest captors and severely kicking their asses. "We kicked their asses good, Sir." Memory loop. In his memories, the still cold silent pain lessens and he is locked within the circle of Her. Jack is waiting for the Jaffa bastards to come, or whichever other villians who have kept him in this near-dark, still, silent cold. His ass is freezing. He is waiting for his captors to come so they can prod him with their cold metal pain sticks until his eyeballs sizzle and his throat is bleeding, torn and raw. Somewhere beneath the near-dark that surrounds him, he recalls the nuances of Her. They can keep the cold within him, as long as They desire. But for all the silence this torment brings him, She is always in his thoughts awaiting. She tells him that he is coming home. She is out there fighting for him. Only She can save his soul. |