[Stargate: Drabble] "Example of Strength" [SG-22, G]
Title: Example of Strength
Lyric(s): I bend, but don’t break/ Somehow I’ll get through/ ‘Cause I have you (“Crawl (Carry Me Through)” by Superchick)
Word Count: 244
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Warnings: show-level violence
Summary: Sometimes, Gryff has to let herself be the target.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Example of Strength
The first blow had broken Gryff’s nose, and she’d sort of lost count after that.
Logically, she knew that letting the Jaffa guards beat the snot out of her was the best course of action at this point- she’d had a long conversation with Teal’c about Jaffa strategies and their prejudices against humans, which had all led her to conclude that if she were injured and/or incapacitated, the guards would underestimate the rest of her team enough to let them escape- but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
As far as she could tell, it was purely so she could serve as an example to the other prisoners. The guards never asked her any questions, even when they knew she was one of the Tau’ri, and they always timed it so they returned her when there were plenty of spectators.
Fortunately for Gryff, that meant her team was there to catch her, familiar hands unerringly finding the least-painful places to grab her and hold on tight. This time was bad, she could feel it with every ragged breath, but she could also feel Toby’s heartbeat as she leaned against his chest, Jason’s gentle fingers as he checked her for injuries, Levi’s firm grip on the fabric at her knee.
She’d give herself a few minutes to soak up their concern, to let them fuss over her, before they got down to plotting. She’d need her strength to get her boys back home safely.
THE END
Current Mood:
blah
Lyric(s): I bend, but don’t break/ Somehow I’ll get through/ ‘Cause I have you (“Crawl (Carry Me Through)” by Superchick)
Word Count: 244
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Warnings: show-level violence
Summary: Sometimes, Gryff has to let herself be the target.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Example of Strength
The first blow had broken Gryff’s nose, and she’d sort of lost count after that.
Logically, she knew that letting the Jaffa guards beat the snot out of her was the best course of action at this point- she’d had a long conversation with Teal’c about Jaffa strategies and their prejudices against humans, which had all led her to conclude that if she were injured and/or incapacitated, the guards would underestimate the rest of her team enough to let them escape- but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
As far as she could tell, it was purely so she could serve as an example to the other prisoners. The guards never asked her any questions, even when they knew she was one of the Tau’ri, and they always timed it so they returned her when there were plenty of spectators.
Fortunately for Gryff, that meant her team was there to catch her, familiar hands unerringly finding the least-painful places to grab her and hold on tight. This time was bad, she could feel it with every ragged breath, but she could also feel Toby’s heartbeat as she leaned against his chest, Jason’s gentle fingers as he checked her for injuries, Levi’s firm grip on the fabric at her knee.
She’d give herself a few minutes to soak up their concern, to let them fuss over her, before they got down to plotting. She’d need her strength to get her boys back home safely.
THE END
Current Mood:
blah