Five Futures that Didn't Come to Pass
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rinkhcTitle: Five Futures That Didn't Come to Pass
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate Universe
Characters/Pairing: Varied and Assorted
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,626
Warnings: Some bad stuff happens offscreen
Prompts: HC Bingo Fill: hostages, imprisonment, love spell/potion gone wrong, unconsciousness
Kinkbingo Fill: "Emotion Play"
Imprisonment
“Hallowed are the Ori!”
“I’m not saying that, Daniel, no matter how many times you repeat it. You can go f…”
“Hallowed are the Ori, it is a very simple phrase that will save your life Mitchell. Accept the truth. Accept Origin. Then I will release your chains and you shall be free. You need not remain imprisoned.”
“You and the rest of your pasty, bug eyed, Kool-aid drinking cronies can take Origin and shove it up your collective asses.”
“You could have had a good life.”
“I had a good life, Daniel, until you went traitor and gave the bad guys the keys to the city.”
“Hallowed are the Ori.”
“Oh, not this again. Screw this, just light the fire already. You already killed the rest of my team, why am I drawing this out?”
“Hallowed are the Ori.”
Hostages
“This is Ladon Radim of the Genii, to whom am I speaking?”
“Colonel Sheppard, Radim. What do you want?”
“A trade.”
“We have enough tava beans for now, thanks so much for calling, bye-bye now.”
“The lives of Teyla Emmagen and Ronon Dex.”
“I’m listening.”
“We’ve been cut off by the Coalition, in part thanks to the interference of your Mister Woolsey. We need medical assistance, we’ve a plague outbreak.”
“I don’t make deals with terrorists, Radim, you should know that by now.”
“You would not listen. This was the only way.”
“Let Teyla and Ronon go, then we’ll talk.”
“We shall redial and send them through, perhaps then you will be prepared to deal.”
“Col… Sheppard! Do not… we … infected … no cure… trap…”
“Teyla? Teyla. Radim, let her talk!”
“The time for talking is over, Sheppard.”
“So is this conversation. Chuck, lock the address for the Genii homeworld out of the database.”
Unconsciousness
They said that when you were in stasis, you didn’t dream. They were wrong. TJ knew she was dreaming. The passing of time was fluid, meaningless. She floated, drifting, touching a memory here, a dream there. Images from her childhood, of happy times came to her. She liked those; she drifted through those again and again when she found them. The sad, the bad, the mad, she pushed those aside. She was also vaguely aware of the thrum of the ship around her. She was warm, she felt warm. It was good. She was comfortable. She was safe.
And then suddenly, she was cold. She toppled forward, against a warm body.
“Easy, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” She looked up into Varro’s eyes.
“You took a while coming out of it.” TJ looked around; her crewmates were milling around or sitting on the floor, their stasis units open and dark, shut down.
“Where are we? Did it work?”
“Yes, and no.” Varro tossed his head and she leaned around to look past him.
“Oh,” she whispered. At the end of the corridor, with what were obviously weapons pointed in their directions, six insectoid aliens stood, guarding or watching them.
“Good guys or bad guys?” TJ whispered to the former Lucian Alliance operative. “We haven’t figured that out yet. They boarded and shut down the stasis units, they haven’t made any demands yet.”
“This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”
“No. But things seldom go according to plan, do they?” One of the aliens held up a device in a claw, waving it around at the wakened crew of the Destiny. It chittered as it waved the device in TJ’s direction. Then it came forward towards her. She backed away slowly, Varro keeping pace with her as he held her arm.
The overhead intercom crackled and Colonel Young’s voice boomed out, “TJ, don’t fight them. They claim they’re going to help us. They’re scanning for our sick and injured now. Go with them, they say they can help.”
Could they? Could these alien bugs possibly have a cure for her ALS? She pressed her lips together and nodded stiffly at Varro. He followed as she took a step towards the giant bug. If this was the chance she had prayed for, she should take it, shouldn’t she?
Emotion Play
Ba’al looked to his right, at his queen, and smiled. She was his now, body and soul. Well, most of her body and soul. He frowned slightly. He didn’t like that last bit of resistance, no matter how small.
“Antoore, my love, my darling queen, would you grant me a boon?”
She turned to look at him and smiled. “Why of course, my love. But whatever could I give to you that you don’t already have? You have the Tau’ri on their knees in bondage, you’ve the jaffa brought to heel once more and the troublesome rebels put to the sword, and you’ve all the riches of the fallen System Lords in your coffers. What have I to offer?”
“I wish to speak with your host.”
“Oh. Again?”
“Just for a short time, my little love.”
“Very well. I do not know why you find such fascination in tormenting the wretched creature.” The golden eyes closed and then were blue. Fawning devotion turned to abject hatred in an instant. Ba’al smiled. This was better. He liked the fire. He leaned over and kissed her lips. She turned and spat.
“I will kill you.”
“No, I think not. How would you get away, Samantha? I took your legs, remember?”
She looked down at her useless injured legs. “How could I forget?”
“My Queen has no need to walk, she can be carried. She need only sit the throne at my side.”
“I will kill you.”
“And how will you get away.” Ba’al laughed and chucked her under the chin.
She hissed, “I don’t need to get away, if it is the last thing I ever do, I will see you ended, Ba’al.”
He waved a hand at her. “Beg me for Jack O’Neill’s life.”
She blinked and leaned away, staring at him. “Jack’s not dead?”
“Beg me for his life.” Ba’al leaned forward resting one elbow on the armrest ofhis throne.
“What do I have to do to save Jack?”
“What would you do? Would you let me bed you? Would you willingly remain host to Antoore?”
She clenched her teeth and after a moment she nodded. “If that is what it takes.”
He smiled, thrilled with her answer. Then he clucked his tongue and shook his head. “Too bad. I’ve already killed him. But it is lovely to know the lengths you would go to.”
She cried out and aunched herself at him, trying to claw at his eyes. But with her legs ruined and unable to support her, she fell to the floor at his feet instead. When she looked up at him with misery in her eyes, he smiled.
He got up and stepped over her, bending to pat her head before he strolled away. He called back over his shoulder, “I don’t need your cooperation, you know. Antoore, I’m finished for today, you may take back what is yours. Guard, come and help your Queen back to her throne.”
Love Spell
“But what does it do?” Wendy Lorne had always been very curious, but not curious enough to do the reading herself. She poked at the device in front of her as her younger brother David scrolled through the pages of the Ancient text they had found with the device.
“From what I can decipher, it’s a component of a romantic emotion escalator,” David wrinkled his nose and looked at the device again.
She tilted her head and blinked at him for a moment before she translated what he had said. “A love potion maker!”
“It is not! I didn't say that.” Her romantic teenaged heart wasn’t letting go of the idea, not now.
“How does it work?”
“You are not using this thing, Wendy!”
“Stop me, tattle tale. I didn’t tell Dad about the chair room.”
“No fair. Look, Wendy, it wouldn’t be right.”
“He won’t look at me otherwise, not with Reyna Dex strutting her pretty ass all over the city. How can I compete with her, or with Megan Sheppard? I can’t.”
“Mistaaaakkkeeee!” David said in a singsong voice as his sister grabbed up the device and pressed the button. “Wendy…”
She pressed the button as she chanted, “Torren, Torren, Torren.”
~*~
“Daddy?” Cam Mitchell looked up to see David standing in the doorway, toeing the carpet. Rolling his eyes, since he knew that look and what it meant, he closed down his computer and sighed heavily.
“What did you guys do now?”
“Wendy touched this Ancient thing. I told her not to… she’s in the infirmary, Dad is with her.” Before his son finished, Cam was up out of his chair and heading towards the door. He grabbed David’s elbow and towed him along. They arrived to see Wendy sitting on an exam table, rocking back and forth with a dreamy look in her eyes as Carson Beckett waved a gadget over her.
“Carson, what’s wrong with her?”
“Well, the best I can tell, General, she’s … well… stoned.”
“Stoned?”
“Aye. She triggered an overload of hormones and endorphins. A teenaged body is just chock full of them and she’s just overdosed.”
Evan rolled his eyes and shook his head as Cam moved to stand beside him. “What can you do about it, Doc?”
“Well, gentlemen, I think she’ll come down on her own. She’s not suffering, that’s for certain. I’ll just keep her here until it wears off.
Her levels are already down a wee bit from the time she came in.” Cam pointed a finger at Wendy’s nose. “You are so grounded, young lady!”
“Hi Daddy!” Wendy giggled and nipped at his fingertip.
“So very grounded,” Evan agreed.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate Universe
Characters/Pairing: Varied and Assorted
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,626
Warnings: Some bad stuff happens offscreen
Prompts: HC Bingo Fill: hostages, imprisonment, love spell/potion gone wrong, unconsciousness
Kinkbingo Fill: "Emotion Play"
Imprisonment
“Hallowed are the Ori!”
“I’m not saying that, Daniel, no matter how many times you repeat it. You can go f…”
“Hallowed are the Ori, it is a very simple phrase that will save your life Mitchell. Accept the truth. Accept Origin. Then I will release your chains and you shall be free. You need not remain imprisoned.”
“You and the rest of your pasty, bug eyed, Kool-aid drinking cronies can take Origin and shove it up your collective asses.”
“You could have had a good life.”
“I had a good life, Daniel, until you went traitor and gave the bad guys the keys to the city.”
“Hallowed are the Ori.”
“Oh, not this again. Screw this, just light the fire already. You already killed the rest of my team, why am I drawing this out?”
“Hallowed are the Ori.”
Hostages
“This is Ladon Radim of the Genii, to whom am I speaking?”
“Colonel Sheppard, Radim. What do you want?”
“A trade.”
“We have enough tava beans for now, thanks so much for calling, bye-bye now.”
“The lives of Teyla Emmagen and Ronon Dex.”
“I’m listening.”
“We’ve been cut off by the Coalition, in part thanks to the interference of your Mister Woolsey. We need medical assistance, we’ve a plague outbreak.”
“I don’t make deals with terrorists, Radim, you should know that by now.”
“You would not listen. This was the only way.”
“Let Teyla and Ronon go, then we’ll talk.”
“We shall redial and send them through, perhaps then you will be prepared to deal.”
“Col… Sheppard! Do not… we … infected … no cure… trap…”
“Teyla? Teyla. Radim, let her talk!”
“The time for talking is over, Sheppard.”
“So is this conversation. Chuck, lock the address for the Genii homeworld out of the database.”
Unconsciousness
They said that when you were in stasis, you didn’t dream. They were wrong. TJ knew she was dreaming. The passing of time was fluid, meaningless. She floated, drifting, touching a memory here, a dream there. Images from her childhood, of happy times came to her. She liked those; she drifted through those again and again when she found them. The sad, the bad, the mad, she pushed those aside. She was also vaguely aware of the thrum of the ship around her. She was warm, she felt warm. It was good. She was comfortable. She was safe.
And then suddenly, she was cold. She toppled forward, against a warm body.
“Easy, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” She looked up into Varro’s eyes.
“You took a while coming out of it.” TJ looked around; her crewmates were milling around or sitting on the floor, their stasis units open and dark, shut down.
“Where are we? Did it work?”
“Yes, and no.” Varro tossed his head and she leaned around to look past him.
“Oh,” she whispered. At the end of the corridor, with what were obviously weapons pointed in their directions, six insectoid aliens stood, guarding or watching them.
“Good guys or bad guys?” TJ whispered to the former Lucian Alliance operative. “We haven’t figured that out yet. They boarded and shut down the stasis units, they haven’t made any demands yet.”
“This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”
“No. But things seldom go according to plan, do they?” One of the aliens held up a device in a claw, waving it around at the wakened crew of the Destiny. It chittered as it waved the device in TJ’s direction. Then it came forward towards her. She backed away slowly, Varro keeping pace with her as he held her arm.
The overhead intercom crackled and Colonel Young’s voice boomed out, “TJ, don’t fight them. They claim they’re going to help us. They’re scanning for our sick and injured now. Go with them, they say they can help.”
Could they? Could these alien bugs possibly have a cure for her ALS? She pressed her lips together and nodded stiffly at Varro. He followed as she took a step towards the giant bug. If this was the chance she had prayed for, she should take it, shouldn’t she?
Emotion Play
Ba’al looked to his right, at his queen, and smiled. She was his now, body and soul. Well, most of her body and soul. He frowned slightly. He didn’t like that last bit of resistance, no matter how small.
“Antoore, my love, my darling queen, would you grant me a boon?”
She turned to look at him and smiled. “Why of course, my love. But whatever could I give to you that you don’t already have? You have the Tau’ri on their knees in bondage, you’ve the jaffa brought to heel once more and the troublesome rebels put to the sword, and you’ve all the riches of the fallen System Lords in your coffers. What have I to offer?”
“I wish to speak with your host.”
“Oh. Again?”
“Just for a short time, my little love.”
“Very well. I do not know why you find such fascination in tormenting the wretched creature.” The golden eyes closed and then were blue. Fawning devotion turned to abject hatred in an instant. Ba’al smiled. This was better. He liked the fire. He leaned over and kissed her lips. She turned and spat.
“I will kill you.”
“No, I think not. How would you get away, Samantha? I took your legs, remember?”
She looked down at her useless injured legs. “How could I forget?”
“My Queen has no need to walk, she can be carried. She need only sit the throne at my side.”
“I will kill you.”
“And how will you get away.” Ba’al laughed and chucked her under the chin.
She hissed, “I don’t need to get away, if it is the last thing I ever do, I will see you ended, Ba’al.”
He waved a hand at her. “Beg me for Jack O’Neill’s life.”
She blinked and leaned away, staring at him. “Jack’s not dead?”
“Beg me for his life.” Ba’al leaned forward resting one elbow on the armrest ofhis throne.
“What do I have to do to save Jack?”
“What would you do? Would you let me bed you? Would you willingly remain host to Antoore?”
She clenched her teeth and after a moment she nodded. “If that is what it takes.”
He smiled, thrilled with her answer. Then he clucked his tongue and shook his head. “Too bad. I’ve already killed him. But it is lovely to know the lengths you would go to.”
She cried out and aunched herself at him, trying to claw at his eyes. But with her legs ruined and unable to support her, she fell to the floor at his feet instead. When she looked up at him with misery in her eyes, he smiled.
He got up and stepped over her, bending to pat her head before he strolled away. He called back over his shoulder, “I don’t need your cooperation, you know. Antoore, I’m finished for today, you may take back what is yours. Guard, come and help your Queen back to her throne.”
Love Spell
“But what does it do?” Wendy Lorne had always been very curious, but not curious enough to do the reading herself. She poked at the device in front of her as her younger brother David scrolled through the pages of the Ancient text they had found with the device.
“From what I can decipher, it’s a component of a romantic emotion escalator,” David wrinkled his nose and looked at the device again.
She tilted her head and blinked at him for a moment before she translated what he had said. “A love potion maker!”
“It is not! I didn't say that.” Her romantic teenaged heart wasn’t letting go of the idea, not now.
“How does it work?”
“You are not using this thing, Wendy!”
“Stop me, tattle tale. I didn’t tell Dad about the chair room.”
“No fair. Look, Wendy, it wouldn’t be right.”
“He won’t look at me otherwise, not with Reyna Dex strutting her pretty ass all over the city. How can I compete with her, or with Megan Sheppard? I can’t.”
“Mistaaaakkkeeee!” David said in a singsong voice as his sister grabbed up the device and pressed the button. “Wendy…”
She pressed the button as she chanted, “Torren, Torren, Torren.”
~*~
“Daddy?” Cam Mitchell looked up to see David standing in the doorway, toeing the carpet. Rolling his eyes, since he knew that look and what it meant, he closed down his computer and sighed heavily.
“What did you guys do now?”
“Wendy touched this Ancient thing. I told her not to… she’s in the infirmary, Dad is with her.” Before his son finished, Cam was up out of his chair and heading towards the door. He grabbed David’s elbow and towed him along. They arrived to see Wendy sitting on an exam table, rocking back and forth with a dreamy look in her eyes as Carson Beckett waved a gadget over her.
“Carson, what’s wrong with her?”
“Well, the best I can tell, General, she’s … well… stoned.”
“Stoned?”
“Aye. She triggered an overload of hormones and endorphins. A teenaged body is just chock full of them and she’s just overdosed.”
Evan rolled his eyes and shook his head as Cam moved to stand beside him. “What can you do about it, Doc?”
“Well, gentlemen, I think she’ll come down on her own. She’s not suffering, that’s for certain. I’ll just keep her here until it wears off.
Her levels are already down a wee bit from the time she came in.” Cam pointed a finger at Wendy’s nose. “You are so grounded, young lady!”
“Hi Daddy!” Wendy giggled and nipped at his fingertip.
“So very grounded,” Evan agreed.