ANOTHER BY jadestrick [LFWS#3 ROUND 3]
Title: Another
Author: jadestrick
Rating: NC-17 (Rape, Torture)
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: Season 5
Author's Notes: This is totally AU, but I just always felt like Michael would've encountered Teyla more then he did after "Search and Rescue" and before "Prodigal."
Prompt for the Round: The story must be related to the prompt word 'dark'. It must have at least one member of the team and it must contain either H/C or angst, or both.
ANOTHER by jadestrick
After the fifth kick to her head, Teyla blacked out.
When she regained consciousness, she heard the shuffling of feet around her and tensed for the next set of abuses. A scaly, slimy hand grabbed her chin and slammed her head into the ground. She moaned and took in shaky breaths, demanding her brain stay awake. She felt hot tears running down her face and into her ear, mixing with the warm stickiness of blood matted in her hair. Her head was heavy and she gave in to the strain on her neck and lowered her head back to the cool surface of the cave. Taking in a deep breath, she relaxed the strain on her face and opened her eyes to see around her.
Major Lorne lay shirtless five feet from her. His hands were tied against his stomach and his face was bruised and bloody. When he opened his eyes and found her face, his brow furrowed in concern. She blinked more tears from her eyes and screamed as a gunshot from her own gun fired from behind her. Lorne's thigh exploded. His blood splattered her face. He screamed in agony and gasped for air. She sobbed and called his name, her voice interrupted by a kick to her back. Her head was lifted and pounded into the floor again, and she tasted blood, both hers and Major Lorne's.
A voice whispered in her ear. "Teyyyyla."
Her breath hitched and her eyes flew open. "Michael?" she whispered.
A soft, dark chuckle emanated from his mouth. "You took Torren from me, Teyla. You owe me another."
She furrowed her brow and as panic set into her stomach, she felt him undo the buckle and zipper of her uniform pants. He stepped over her and hitched her pants to her knees. She felt the freezing air give her legs goosebumps and a sob escaped her throat. She heard Lorne yell her name and beg for Michael to stop. The cold of Michael's bare skin pressed against her legs as he grabbed her by her bonds and turned her onto her stomach.
"Michael, please don't," she begged into the floor and cried out in pain when he entered her.
*****
After Michael abandoned her and Lorne, she lifted her head to see around her. Lorne was still bleeding freely from his leg and his face was pale and sallow. His eyes were closed, but the tense red of his cheeks told her that he was conscious. She knew he was fading fast. She took in a shaky breath and made her voice sound strong.
"Major Lorne?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her, grief and remorse and anger and pain seething from his face.
"If I can get over to you, do you think you could loosen these ropes?"
"Yes," he whispered.
She lowered her head to the cave floor and rolled until she met his body. He hissed through his teeth as she bumped into his leg and she felt the blood from his wound against her naked legs. Her back to him, she reached her hands until she found his and guided him to the ropes as best she could. It was long and slow work, but he finally managed to free her. She rolled away from him, and stood up too quickly. Feeling woozy, she hitched her pants back up her hips, removing the belt. Fearing it may have been too late for his leg, she wrapped the belt around his hip and told him to scream through the pain.
After the blood flow stopped, she wrapped an arm under his shoulders and he stumbled to his feet.
"Let's go home," she whispered.
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Author: jadestrick
Rating: NC-17 (Rape, Torture)
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: Season 5
Author's Notes: This is totally AU, but I just always felt like Michael would've encountered Teyla more then he did after "Search and Rescue" and before "Prodigal."
Prompt for the Round: The story must be related to the prompt word 'dark'. It must have at least one member of the team and it must contain either H/C or angst, or both.
ANOTHER by jadestrick
After the fifth kick to her head, Teyla blacked out.
When she regained consciousness, she heard the shuffling of feet around her and tensed for the next set of abuses. A scaly, slimy hand grabbed her chin and slammed her head into the ground. She moaned and took in shaky breaths, demanding her brain stay awake. She felt hot tears running down her face and into her ear, mixing with the warm stickiness of blood matted in her hair. Her head was heavy and she gave in to the strain on her neck and lowered her head back to the cool surface of the cave. Taking in a deep breath, she relaxed the strain on her face and opened her eyes to see around her.
Major Lorne lay shirtless five feet from her. His hands were tied against his stomach and his face was bruised and bloody. When he opened his eyes and found her face, his brow furrowed in concern. She blinked more tears from her eyes and screamed as a gunshot from her own gun fired from behind her. Lorne's thigh exploded. His blood splattered her face. He screamed in agony and gasped for air. She sobbed and called his name, her voice interrupted by a kick to her back. Her head was lifted and pounded into the floor again, and she tasted blood, both hers and Major Lorne's.
A voice whispered in her ear. "Teyyyyla."
Her breath hitched and her eyes flew open. "Michael?" she whispered.
A soft, dark chuckle emanated from his mouth. "You took Torren from me, Teyla. You owe me another."
She furrowed her brow and as panic set into her stomach, she felt him undo the buckle and zipper of her uniform pants. He stepped over her and hitched her pants to her knees. She felt the freezing air give her legs goosebumps and a sob escaped her throat. She heard Lorne yell her name and beg for Michael to stop. The cold of Michael's bare skin pressed against her legs as he grabbed her by her bonds and turned her onto her stomach.
"Michael, please don't," she begged into the floor and cried out in pain when he entered her.
*****
After Michael abandoned her and Lorne, she lifted her head to see around her. Lorne was still bleeding freely from his leg and his face was pale and sallow. His eyes were closed, but the tense red of his cheeks told her that he was conscious. She knew he was fading fast. She took in a shaky breath and made her voice sound strong.
"Major Lorne?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her, grief and remorse and anger and pain seething from his face.
"If I can get over to you, do you think you could loosen these ropes?"
"Yes," he whispered.
She lowered her head to the cave floor and rolled until she met his body. He hissed through his teeth as she bumped into his leg and she felt the blood from his wound against her naked legs. Her back to him, she reached her hands until she found his and guided him to the ropes as best she could. It was long and slow work, but he finally managed to free her. She rolled away from him, and stood up too quickly. Feeling woozy, she hitched her pants back up her hips, removing the belt. Fearing it may have been too late for his leg, she wrapped the belt around his hip and told him to scream through the pain.
After the blood flow stopped, she wrapped an arm under his shoulders and he stumbled to his feet.
"Let's go home," she whispered.
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