To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz - Chapter 3
To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary crossover story but my altered headspace. Stargate SG-1 belongs to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, Fox, various individuals and companies and whoever owns them. Sanctuary belongs to Damian Kindler, Amanda Tapping, Martin Wood, The Beedie Group, Tricon Films & Television, Space and whoever else owns bits and pieces of it.
Spoilers: For SG-1, to the end of series; for Sanctuary, up to the episode “Pavor Nocturnus” (Season 2, Episode 5). Everything after that is up for grabs.
Summary: Sam and Cassie go Christmas shopping in New City ...
To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz
Chapter 3
‘Wake up! Wake up, Cassandra!’
Sam’s voice echoed in Cassie’s drug-fogged mind-whispering tantalisingly through the corridors of her consciousness.
“Hmm … Sam?” she mumbled.
‘Quiet Cassie, don’t speak aloud.’ Cassie felt the urgency and barely banked terror radiating from Sam.
“Whaa …”
‘Be quiet! Please Cassie, pretend to still be asleep,’ Sam’s voice pleaded in her head; Cassandra suddenly knew that all that fear was for her-that she would do something to alert their captors.
She rolled over on her stomach and tried to focus her thoughts, when all of a sudden it struck her; in my head-Sam’s in my head.
‘Yes, Cass-I’m in your head; so please remain calm. I promise I’ll explain everything. Just think what you need to say and I’ll hear you.’
Cassandra fought to keep her breathing steady.
‘What the hell is going on?’
She felt Sam wince in sudden pain. ‘Not so loud! This is pretty new to me, sweetheart. What do you remember?’
‘We were going to the car … there were men-Sam, they shot us!’
‘Tranquiliser darts. Cassie, I want you to concentrate on your body-can you tell if they’ve done anything to you?’
‘What do you mean?’ Cassie asked trying to keep from panicking.
‘Cassandra, please concentrate,’ Sam said insistently. ‘Can you tell if they’ve done anything-injected you with anything while you were out? It’s important.’
Cassie forced herself to calm down and focus. Her arm ached where her subcutaneous tracking device had been implanted, but her grogginess was clearing and nothing else felt amiss.
‘I think they’ve taken out my tracking device, but I don’t feel any needle pricks or anything else to suggest that they’ve done something-and my head is starting to clear.’
‘Good … thank God.’ Sam’s relief was palpable, which ramped up Cassie’s panic meter again.
‘Sam, where are you? How are you able to do this? Whenever we’ve connected in the past, it’s always been me-and you were always harder to connect to than Mom. I’ve never had such a clear connection to anyone before.’
‘It looks like they’ve left you alone for now-but, let’s just say they’re having a grand old time with me.’
‘What do you mean?’ Cassie asked fearfully.
‘They’ve started experimenting on me-injected me with a test dose of something they call Source Blood,’ she replied. ‘But I don’t think they’re getting the results they expected-in fact, they didn’t mean to kidnap us at all.’
‘What?’
‘They haven’t figured out yet that I’m getting glimpses their thoughts-but they were trying to capture a woman named Ellen or maybe Helen and they still think I’m her. From what I can tell, she’s apparently been injected with this stuff before. It’s all really jumbled. I can’t read them as well as I can you-it may be because we’re already so connected … oh Cassie, is this what it’s always like for you … I never imagined how terrifying this is …’
‘I think that it’s the reason I’ve only been comfortable practicing with you and Mom … the freedom of it is terrifying. I’m afraid that it’ll become all too easy to just dip into people’s minds … become some kind of monster.’ Cassie took a shuddering breath. ‘What are we going to do, Sam?’
‘What else can we do, Cass? We’re going fight-they expect me to turn into a violent, mindless killer like their other test subjects. They’re expecting to be able to control me-’
Despite the gravity of the situation, Cassandra had to fight the urge to laugh. ‘They really don’t know who they’re dealing with, do they?’
‘I guess not.’ Sam’s dark amusement came through their link clearly. ‘But I need you to cast about now, sweetheart. The treatments are exhausting me, but I did glean that they have two of the earlier test subjects here. See if you can find where they’re located-but be careful, Cassie, I’m not sure what state their minds are in. Part of the treatment seems to be designed to quickly break my mind-my personality … I guess they couldn’t anticipate my training, previous experience with torture, or Jolinar’s little gifts. But they were successful in breaking the other subjects and brainwashing them. And they’re very proud of the killers they’ve produced.’
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Chapter 4
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary crossover story but my altered headspace. Stargate SG-1 belongs to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, Fox, various individuals and companies and whoever owns them. Sanctuary belongs to Damian Kindler, Amanda Tapping, Martin Wood, The Beedie Group, Tricon Films & Television, Space and whoever else owns bits and pieces of it.
Spoilers: For SG-1, to the end of series; for Sanctuary, up to the episode “Pavor Nocturnus” (Season 2, Episode 5). Everything after that is up for grabs.
Summary: Sam and Cassie go Christmas shopping in New City ...
To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz
Chapter 3
‘Wake up! Wake up, Cassandra!’
Sam’s voice echoed in Cassie’s drug-fogged mind-whispering tantalisingly through the corridors of her consciousness.
“Hmm … Sam?” she mumbled.
‘Quiet Cassie, don’t speak aloud.’ Cassie felt the urgency and barely banked terror radiating from Sam.
“Whaa …”
‘Be quiet! Please Cassie, pretend to still be asleep,’ Sam’s voice pleaded in her head; Cassandra suddenly knew that all that fear was for her-that she would do something to alert their captors.
She rolled over on her stomach and tried to focus her thoughts, when all of a sudden it struck her; in my head-Sam’s in my head.
‘Yes, Cass-I’m in your head; so please remain calm. I promise I’ll explain everything. Just think what you need to say and I’ll hear you.’
Cassandra fought to keep her breathing steady.
‘What the hell is going on?’
She felt Sam wince in sudden pain. ‘Not so loud! This is pretty new to me, sweetheart. What do you remember?’
‘We were going to the car … there were men-Sam, they shot us!’
‘Tranquiliser darts. Cassie, I want you to concentrate on your body-can you tell if they’ve done anything to you?’
‘What do you mean?’ Cassie asked trying to keep from panicking.
‘Cassandra, please concentrate,’ Sam said insistently. ‘Can you tell if they’ve done anything-injected you with anything while you were out? It’s important.’
Cassie forced herself to calm down and focus. Her arm ached where her subcutaneous tracking device had been implanted, but her grogginess was clearing and nothing else felt amiss.
‘I think they’ve taken out my tracking device, but I don’t feel any needle pricks or anything else to suggest that they’ve done something-and my head is starting to clear.’
‘Good … thank God.’ Sam’s relief was palpable, which ramped up Cassie’s panic meter again.
‘Sam, where are you? How are you able to do this? Whenever we’ve connected in the past, it’s always been me-and you were always harder to connect to than Mom. I’ve never had such a clear connection to anyone before.’
‘It looks like they’ve left you alone for now-but, let’s just say they’re having a grand old time with me.’
‘What do you mean?’ Cassie asked fearfully.
‘They’ve started experimenting on me-injected me with a test dose of something they call Source Blood,’ she replied. ‘But I don’t think they’re getting the results they expected-in fact, they didn’t mean to kidnap us at all.’
‘What?’
‘They haven’t figured out yet that I’m getting glimpses their thoughts-but they were trying to capture a woman named Ellen or maybe Helen and they still think I’m her. From what I can tell, she’s apparently been injected with this stuff before. It’s all really jumbled. I can’t read them as well as I can you-it may be because we’re already so connected … oh Cassie, is this what it’s always like for you … I never imagined how terrifying this is …’
‘I think that it’s the reason I’ve only been comfortable practicing with you and Mom … the freedom of it is terrifying. I’m afraid that it’ll become all too easy to just dip into people’s minds … become some kind of monster.’ Cassie took a shuddering breath. ‘What are we going to do, Sam?’
‘What else can we do, Cass? We’re going fight-they expect me to turn into a violent, mindless killer like their other test subjects. They’re expecting to be able to control me-’
Despite the gravity of the situation, Cassandra had to fight the urge to laugh. ‘They really don’t know who they’re dealing with, do they?’
‘I guess not.’ Sam’s dark amusement came through their link clearly. ‘But I need you to cast about now, sweetheart. The treatments are exhausting me, but I did glean that they have two of the earlier test subjects here. See if you can find where they’re located-but be careful, Cassie, I’m not sure what state their minds are in. Part of the treatment seems to be designed to quickly break my mind-my personality … I guess they couldn’t anticipate my training, previous experience with torture, or Jolinar’s little gifts. But they were successful in breaking the other subjects and brainwashing them. And they’re very proud of the killers they’ve produced.’
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Chapter 4