Buffygate Fic: Not Again 46/100
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polgara_5This part and the next few deal with torture and they aren’t completely pleasant. Rating has gone up in accordance. If this isn’t your cup of tea, part 49 picks up afterwards and you’ll be able to follow along what happened without having to read the unpleasantness.
Title: Not Again 46/100
Author: Polgara
Rating: R
TtH Prompt: #16 Water
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate
Wordcount: 378
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Takes place in season nine of SG-1, so definitely new characters and situations. Plus anything before is fair game. Everything of Buffy is fair game.
A/N: This was written for the tth100. Hopefully, all of these entries will be loosely linked together.
Series: Buffygate
Summary: An inventive way of trying to get someone to tell you the truth.
Not Again
Buffy sighed to herself as she lay on the hard floor of her small cell. She had no idea how long she had been held captive. The periods of torture were only broken by unknown lengths of unconsciousness and mealtimes. Not that they gave her much to eat, just barely enough to survive. Her energies were already depleted because of trying to heal all of the injuries her mysterious captor had inflicted. She was so weary that she knew she was no match for the Jaffa guards.
She was just going to have to endure until she was rescued.
A cold, wet sensation on her back pulled her out of her near-sleep state. She rolled her head to the side and saw that water was rapidly filling the cell.
“Oh, that’s not good,” she said, jumping to her feet. “Really not good.”
Buffy helplessly looked on as the cold water continued to rise. There was nothing for her to stand on as higher ground. Not that that would do any good considering her captor’s torture methods.
Fear settled in her stomach as the water reached her waist. Ever since her first death she had done her best to avoid water of any significant depth. Sure, she had gone to the beach, but she had never entered the water, the memory was just too painful. And that there was that time with the swim team, but that had so not been her choice. The psycho coach had pushed her into the sewer water.
“You could tell me of your plans now,” came the Goa’uld’s voice over a speaker of some sort.
“You bastard! I already told you - we don’t have one,” she cried, her voice slightly strident with fear.
“I will break your will, Tau’ri,” he said.
Somehow she knew he was leaving her to her fate as she began to tread water. She was so tired and the chill from the water seemed to settle into her muscles, making it harder to move.
Before long, the water closed over her head after she inhaled one final time. She held it in until her chest burned and she had no choice but to exhale. As water filled her lungs, she couldn’t believe this was happening again.
Title: Not Again 46/100
Author: Polgara
Rating: R
TtH Prompt: #16 Water
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate
Wordcount: 378
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Takes place in season nine of SG-1, so definitely new characters and situations. Plus anything before is fair game. Everything of Buffy is fair game.
A/N: This was written for the tth100. Hopefully, all of these entries will be loosely linked together.
Series: Buffygate
Summary: An inventive way of trying to get someone to tell you the truth.
Not Again
Buffy sighed to herself as she lay on the hard floor of her small cell. She had no idea how long she had been held captive. The periods of torture were only broken by unknown lengths of unconsciousness and mealtimes. Not that they gave her much to eat, just barely enough to survive. Her energies were already depleted because of trying to heal all of the injuries her mysterious captor had inflicted. She was so weary that she knew she was no match for the Jaffa guards.
She was just going to have to endure until she was rescued.
A cold, wet sensation on her back pulled her out of her near-sleep state. She rolled her head to the side and saw that water was rapidly filling the cell.
“Oh, that’s not good,” she said, jumping to her feet. “Really not good.”
Buffy helplessly looked on as the cold water continued to rise. There was nothing for her to stand on as higher ground. Not that that would do any good considering her captor’s torture methods.
Fear settled in her stomach as the water reached her waist. Ever since her first death she had done her best to avoid water of any significant depth. Sure, she had gone to the beach, but she had never entered the water, the memory was just too painful. And that there was that time with the swim team, but that had so not been her choice. The psycho coach had pushed her into the sewer water.
“You could tell me of your plans now,” came the Goa’uld’s voice over a speaker of some sort.
“You bastard! I already told you - we don’t have one,” she cried, her voice slightly strident with fear.
“I will break your will, Tau’ri,” he said.
Somehow she knew he was leaving her to her fate as she began to tread water. She was so tired and the chill from the water seemed to settle into her muscles, making it harder to move.
Before long, the water closed over her head after she inhaled one final time. She held it in until her chest burned and she had no choice but to exhale. As water filled her lungs, she couldn’t believe this was happening again.
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on 2006-05-24 07:39 am (UTC)*hugs poor scared Buffy* Bad Goa'uld for torturing her that way, especially since it's not going to bring her peace and the waking up will probably be horrific for the memories it brings.
Off to read part 47.