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Coming Home pt 14
Title: "Coming Home pt 14"
Author: elfcat255
pairing: Sam/Janet
rated: R-language and violence
spoilers: Nope
Warnings: nope
Summary: as usual I pick up from the last chapter..see a pattern to my writing.
AN: Okay...maybe one more chapter and the epilogue...I can't stop!...I don't want to...but I have to sometime..*sigh*...might have it up tonight but I have RL stuff to get done today..so patience grasshoppers...Enjoy!
By the time she and Korin reached the kitchen Sam’s plan was fully formed. Glancing around she spotted Daniel and Jared entering from another doorway; she gave her friend a questioning look and he just shook his head. Sam ran her fingers through her dirty hair and then motioned to Daniel that she was going to wash up. He gave her nod and a little wave then began helping the boys prepare the meat for evening meal.
Sam knew for her plan to work Jarvis had to be able to tell who she was; she just hoped Meg did not pay the price for her revealing herself. Grabbing a clean outfit from their room she hurried back to the bathing room and quickly undressed, jumping into one of the tubs she scrubbed herself as clean as possible with the homemade soap then dunked underwater, using it to clean the dust from her hair. Finishing she climbed out and dried off, shaking her head to get most of the water off before running the towel over it. Pulling on the clean clothes, she forgo wrapping her ribs; if this worked, it would not matter anyway. After dressing she ran back to the kitchen, she needed to find Meg, for her help and to warn her about what she was going to do.
Spotting the old woman at their table she jogged over, “Meg…can I talk to you for a minute…in private?” she asked.
Seeing the serious look on the taller woman’s face Meg led her out of the kitchen and to her room, “Now what did ya need to tell me that ya couldn‘t out there?” she said looking up at Sam.
“I think I know where the crystals are,” stated Sam.
“Well tis good then,” remarked Meg, but the look on Sam’s face made her change her mind, “Where are they?”
“They have to be in Jarvis’s quarters, I’m assuming the rooms came with the job right?” she said, giving Meg a questioning look.
“Ay…they are tha same quarters used by his forefathers,” Meg told her.
“Good…then tonight I’m going to come back to life; will that cause problems for you?” said Sam.
Meg thought for a few minutes and then laughed, “No girl…if he tried ta call me on lying about yer death then it would bring up why ya were injured in tha first place; I don’t think he wants ta draw attention ta himself in that way. I’ll be fine,” Meg assured her.
Sam sighed in relief, “Good…I don’t want you or the boys getting hurt because of the stupid stunt I’m about to pull; as it is I’m not telling Daniel because he will try and stop me.” Sam‘s face turned serious, “I plan to be out of his clutches by the time that caravan leaves, so don’t worry.”
Meg nodded; “Now…I need a piece of wire about so long,” Sam held her fingers apart, “it needs to be thin enough to bend but not break and a thick sewing needle if you have one…oh and a mirror.”
Meg went over to chest sitting at the end of her cot and after a few minutes of digging through it returned with the objects Sam asked for. She watched as Sam tested the strength of the wire, nodding at its condition. Sam walked over to the desk, setting the mirror up she lifted the lid on the lamp and ran the needle through the flame a couple of times, repeating her actions with the piece of wire as well.
“Here now…what are ye doing?” asked Meg as she watched.
“He’s going to strip me and I need a way to get out of the chains he will lock me in, this isn’t the most sanitary thing to do but it’s my only option,“ explained Sam.
Meg watched as the woman stood close to the mirror, sticking out her tongue she felt around on it until finding the spot she wanted then took the needle and jabbed it through the flesh.
“Sit! Tha hur les tha firs ime, “ Sam said jumping up and down, her speech impaired from the needle still stuck in her tongue and her eyes watering from the sharp pain.
“Now I know yer daft girl,” muttered Meg.
Sam held up her hand and then turned back to the mirror; she took the piece of wire and threaded it beside the needle until it was through; pulling the needle out she then wrapped the wire around her tongue, working her bound tongue around she made sure the wire would not cut into the roof of her mouth. Once satisfied with the position she turned back to Meg and gave her a smile, “See no problem.”
“Daft but in a smart way,” Meg said grinning, “now we best get back ta tha kitchen.”
The pair made their way back to find the preparations almost complete, Meg patted her on the arm, “Ya be careful now Sam…tha boys and I have grown fond of ya,” the tiny woman said to her and then walked out of the kitchen towards the main hall.
Sam watched her leave, “I’ve grown fond of you all as well Meg,” she whispered.
Waiting until all the slaves left the kitchen she made her way to the alcove to stand; she planned to run out and stop Daniel from being bullied, figuring that was the best way to draw attention to herself. She did not have long to wait as she saw Daniel go down not far from the head table. She recognized his bully; it was Kern. She saw him kick Daniel a few times and then her eye caught the glint of light on metal; Kern held one of their side arms in his raised hand.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled and ran from the alcove.
Just as Kern leveled the gun at the downed man, a blur tackled him. Sam rolled around on the floor with him trying to wrestle the weapon out of his hand. After a few minutes of struggling, she managed to turn the gun towards him and it went off with a loud retort. Kern stopped struggling and slumped back to lie motionless beneath her. Before Sam could react, someone kicked the weapon from her hand and pulled her off his body. Several blows and kicks later she was dragged before the head table, a kick to the back of her legs made her fall to her knees where she stared up at Jarvis and spit the blood from her busted lip on the floor before him.
“What have we here? Ah pretty one…I was told you had died,” Jarvis commented, giving Meg a hard glare. The old woman just glared back at him.
“I’m like a cat…I have nine lives, “ remarked Sam, her stare never wavering even though blood from a cut on her forehead ran into her eyes.
“We shall see pretty one…we shall see,” he sneered at her rubbing his nose, “Take her to my quarters!” he yelled at the guards behind her.
Sam started to struggle but a blow to the back of her head stopped that as she slumped down on the floor to be picked up and carried away.
Daniel watched as they dragged her out of the main hall, ‘Damnit Sam…what have you done?’
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Sam’s story stopped when Janet grabbed her chin turning her lover’s head to look up at her.
Janet glared at her, “Stick it out now,” she ordered.
Sam sighed but stuck her tongue out, then wiggled the silver barbell now stuck in the hole with her lower lip.
Janet looked closely but saw no signs of infection around the jewelry, “That was stupid on both accounts, the wire and the plan but I see if you hadn’t done it Daniel would be dead. Is that what happened when he told me you saved his life a second time?”
Sam nodded, pulling her tongue back in her mouth.
“When did you put that in?” asked the doctor, referring to the jewelry.
“After we got out of the shower; I was going to let it heal but decided to leave it opened up for awhile,” she told Janet with a grin and a waggle of her eyebrows.
Janet returned the grin, tweaking Sam’s nose, “Well finish the story,” she told her lover.
“Can you give me a few minutes? This next part is going to be rough; I really don’t want to tell you but I need too, I know that now,” Sam said softly.
“Sure…take your time sweetie; I can fix us some lunch if you want,” Janet told her.
“Nah…not hungry right now; just give me a little bit and I’ll finish,” replied Sam, rising up from her position she stood and walked to the back door; opening it she exited out onto the deck.
Janet watched as her lover paced back and forth, the doctor stood up, moving to lean on the arm of the loveseat where she could see Sam better. She wanted to go out there and wrap Sam in her arms but she knew her lover needed this time to gather her thoughts. ‘She must be thinking about how to tell me she killed Jarvis,’ the doctor thought. She could see Sam talking to herself, knowing this was how her lover usually worked through a problem Janet was satisfied just to watch and wait until Sam was ready to talk again.
After a few more minutes of pacing Sam stopped raising her eyes to the sky, she stood like that for a few more minutes then Janet saw her sigh, lower her head and turn to walk towards the door. Janet stood waiting for her as she came inside, the doctor held her arms out allowing Sam to walk into them for a hug.
“Feel better?” Janet asked.
A few sniffles answered her along with a whispered, “Yes.”
“Are you ready to finish the story?” Janet asked pulling back to look up at Sam.
Sam nodded and they walked back to the cushions, Janet sat down and this time her lover lay down cuddling up to her side, practically on top of her smaller frame. Once they both were comfortable, Sam began speaking again in a quiet voice.
“I woke up in that damn room again….”
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Sam slowly woke up; she heard the chains rattle against the floor as she raised her upper body from the floor. She blinked her eyes a few times; her head was killing her but her plan worked. Sitting up she began to work; she did not know how long she had been there or how much time she had to pull this off so she quickly stuck her tongue out and unwound the wire from around it, pulling it through the hole. Holding the wire in her lips, she felt along her wrist until she found the cuff to the manacles and with her fingers found the key hole.
Taking the wire in her hand she began picking the lock on the cuff, she couldn’t help but laugh softly, “Jack thought I was being crazy when I learned how to pick locks…told him it would come in handy one day,” she said to herself.
After a few minutes of twisting the wire around the soft click of the lock opening rewarded her efforts. She took the wire in her free hand and began picking the other lock; it too soon opened. Just in time, it seemed as she heard the sound of the gears starting to turn. Sam placed the unlocked cuffs back on her wrists and stood, letting the chain tighten, she bent her wrists gripping the cuffs to keep them from falling off as the chain pulled tight. She heard footsteps and then the key turn in the lock as Jarvis opened the door.
He stood there holding a lantern looking at her with an evil smile on his face, “Ah we meet again pretty one,” he remarked, his tone sickly sweet as he hung the lantern up.
“Yeah…we need to stop doing that and you so need to think about hiring a decorator for this place…it sucks,” commented Sam.
Jarvis chuckled, “Still full of fire pretty one; maybe this time I can put it out,” he told her.
He turned away to pull a table into the room, Sam could make out a small pot with live coals and several knives, ‘There is no way he’s getting near me with that,’ she thought. She watched as he placed one of the knives in the coals, letting it rest there, while he waited Jarvis turned back to her.
“Nothing to say pretty one?” he asked, moving closer to her but not so close she could strike at him with her legs.
“Oh I have plenty to say; I just don’t think you would understand it my Neanderthal is a little rusty,“ she said smartly.
He gave her an odd look, then turned away to pick up the knife from the coals. Moving towards her, he waved it back and forth in front of her face. Sam tracked the glowing blade with her eyes. Jarvis began to walk around behind her from her right side, not making the mistake he made the last time; he kept far away from her legs.
This is what Sam hoped for and as he stepped under the chain, she let go of the cuff around her left wrist, moving towards him fast she looped the chain in her right hand around his neck and pulled. He struggled against the hold around his neck but Sam held tight, moving behind him she drove a foot into the back of his knee, which forced him to the floor. Jarvis began to wheeze as his air supply slowly closed off. Soon he slumped over; the only thing holding him up was Sam’s grip on the chain. She waited a few minutes to make sure he was not faking then relaxed her grip, letting him fall to the floor. Reaching down she felt for a pulse, it was there but weak.
She quickly unwound the chain and locked one of the cuffs onto his wrist once that was accomplished; she walked towards the door, searching outside of it for the control for the gears. Not finding it near the door, she took the lantern down and searched further up the tunnel; finally, when she neared a door at the end she found the lever for the gears. Pulling it down she heard the gears grinding and returned down the tunnel to the room. Jarvis was beginning to wake when she walked in, moving quickly she took the other chain and locked it on his free hand.
“Alright you evil bastard, let’s see how you like a taste of your own medicine,” she growled.
She left the room, jogging back towards the tunnel entrance where she threw the lever up, smiling when she heard the gears grinding. As she walked back to the room, Sam realized what she was about to do was wrong but after what he had done to her and no telling how many other women she considered it a form of justice. Right now, she was too angry to let that inner voice talk her out of doing this.
Upon reaching the room she found the chains holding Jarvis up from the floor, he was slowly coming round; she walked up to him and slapped him across the face, this made him startle awake. Standing up the man began to fight against the chains holding him.
“Not a fun position to be in is it big man?” she asked, standing before him with her arms crossed.
“Release me at once!” he ordered loudly.
“Nope…it’s time for a little payback; all those women who have disappeared deserve a little justice…don’t you think?” she commented smugly.
“You won’t get away with this; my men will find me,” he said his tone beginning to sound frightened.
Sam turned away from him to pickup a knife from the table, she laughed, “Like you have told anyone about this room…I don’t think so,” she said coldly as she turned back to move close, waving the knife before his face.
He began to shake as the knife grew closer to his face, but Sam did not cut him; she began stripping his clothing off instead. Once she finished with that she glanced down, “No wonder you have to get your kicks from hurting women…little man,” she laughed at the look of terror on his face as she trailed the knife over his genitals.
“No worries, there’s not enough there to cut off,” she told him, instead she sliced him across the chest. He cried out immediately and began to beg.
“Not gonna work little man; I’m not doing this for the thrill,” she said quietly, her tone growing serious as well as the look on her face.
Sam took a deep breath and went to work; by the time she stopped Jarvis’s body ran red with blood from the numerous cuts she inflicted. She blocked out his whimpers and cries long ago; standing in front of him, she used the tip of the blade to pull his head up until he looked her in the eyes.
Once he was looking at her she spoke, “My name…you asshole… is Samantha Grace Carter,” making a quick motion she sliced open his right cheek, “that was for Jared’s mother,” she stated and then made the same motion slicing open the other cheek, “and that was for Korin’s.”
She turned away from him, moving towards the door, “You can’t leave me like this!” he sobbed out.
Turning back around she picked up another knife, “No…you’re right…I can’t leave you like this,” she walked to stand before him again and with a quick thrust she drove the knife into his stomach, twisting it slowly before pulling it out, “now I can leave you. Die a slow painful death you bastard,” she growled and spat in his face.
She ignored his cries as she walked slowly out the door, closing it and locking it with the key that rested in the lock still. Walking up the tunnel a ways she slowly sank to her knees and then fell forward retching, after a few minutes nothing was left in her stomach. Using the wall to pull herself up she walked around her bile and made her way to the door. She felt along the wall and found another lever, pulling it down the door in front of her popped open.
She slowly pushed it open to find a large wall hanging hid it from view. Ducking her head around she made sure the room was empty before she walked out; once out she closed the door shut, making sure the tapestry covered it once more, just for safe measure she pushed a large cabinet that stood next to it across the passage as well.
Once finished with that Sam began searching the room for the crystals she knew were there somewhere. Her suspicions were soon made true when she discovered the power crystals hanging from a small chandelier over the bed.
“Yes!” she exclaimed jumping up on the bed to pull it down.
When she had it down she quickly checked over them, no cracks and they were all here, sighing in relief she climbed down from the bed the crystals held in her hands. Setting them on a table, she began looking for something to put on. Luck was with her today because there in a corner sat their backpacks and weapons. Moving closer she found her clothing from the trip in piled next the packs, along with her boots.
Sam quickly pulled on her pants and then the t-shirt Daniel gave her, she found her socks and pulled them on then stuck her feet in her boots, “Ahh…boots I missed you,” she sighed lacing them up.
Rummaging through the packs she also found her GDO, this made her smile widely, emptying one of the backpacks, she unloaded their weapons and stuffed them into the empty pack. Sorting through what she pulled out she placed the things she did not want to leave in another pack, along with a few things from the other two packs, mainly ammo and med kits. She knew there was at least the one handgun still out there but without ammo, it would soon be useless. Shouldering the two packs, she walked back to the table and put the crystals in the side pockets on her pants.
She glanced towards the secret door, imagining she could hear muffled cries, Sam shook her head and then walked away, unlocking the door she exited, re-locking it behind her and taking the key with her. Staying to the shadows, she made her way back to the lower levels without any incident. She walked into the kitchen, not seeing Daniel, the boys or Meg. Stopping one of the slaves she asked their whereabouts and the boy told her they were leaving with the caravan.
“Show me the way there…quickly!” she told him.
The boy gave her an odd look and she gave him a little shove, “Go!”
He took off at a run with her following close behind; soon they came to a huge open cavern, looking around in all the milling people Sam spotted Meg sitting on a cart towards the middle of the line of wagons, “Thanks,” she told the boy and then jogged towards Meg.
The closer she got to the cart she could see Daniel along with the boys huddled around the back of the cart, jogging up to them she let the packs fall from her shoulders to land on the ground with a thud, “Not leaving without me are you?” she asked trying to catch her breath.
A chorus of voices yelled, “Sam!” and she found herself engulfed in a group hug.
“About time you showed up Carter,” a wry voice said.
Sam peeked over Daniel’s shoulder to see Jack and Teal’c on the other side of the cart, “Ran into a few snags Sir…but I made it; besides you need what I found to leave,” she said to her CO grinning.
“You found the DHD crystals?” asked Daniel, releasing her from the hug.
“Yep,” she answered patting her pockets.
“Here now…time enough for talk later, climb up here girl, we’re about to move,” Meg called out to them.
Sam climbed up to sit next to the old woman, who threw an arm around her shoulders and leaned her head close, “Are ya alright?”
“Yeah…I’m fine Meg,” she told her.
“Jarvis?” asked Meg with a raised eyebrow.
Sam’s face blanked over, “I don’t want to talk about that right now Meg.”
Meg patted her knee, “Ay…later Sam…later.”
A call sounded out and the wagons began to move, Sam cleared the dark thoughts from her head; they were going home.
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Janet felt the body wrapped around her begin to shake, she reached down to pull Sam up into her arms and held her as she cried.
“Shhh…its okay Sam,” the doctor whispered rubbing her lover’s back and placing a kiss on the blonde head under her chin.
“You still don’t hate me?” Sam asked, her question muffled by Janet’s chest, “even though I tortured a man and left him to die?”
Janet pushed her back and pulled her chin up until Sam’s eyes met hers’, in a serious tone, she spoke, “I told you before, I could never hate you; he deserved what you did to him. Hell…I would have made it last longer, in fact I probably could have with my medical knowledge.”
“But…” began Sam.
“No buts…it’s over with; you’ve told me about it and we’re okay. I just hope you will able to forgive yourself one day…I know you too well Samantha Carter,” Janet said quietly.
Sam sniffled a few times, “Telling you helped I think…I feel lighter,” she told her love.
Janet leaned forward placing a soft kiss on Sam’s lips, she leant back to gaze into her eyes again, “We’ll get through it together, whatever else comes from this…understand?”
Sam nodded and then wrapped her body back around Janet’s holding her tight; Janet sat there holding her, letting her own tears fall silently, ‘Whatever else Sam…whatever else.’
Author: elfcat255
pairing: Sam/Janet
rated: R-language and violence
spoilers: Nope
Warnings: nope
Summary: as usual I pick up from the last chapter..see a pattern to my writing.
AN: Okay...maybe one more chapter and the epilogue...I can't stop!...I don't want to...but I have to sometime..*sigh*...might have it up tonight but I have RL stuff to get done today..so patience grasshoppers...Enjoy!
By the time she and Korin reached the kitchen Sam’s plan was fully formed. Glancing around she spotted Daniel and Jared entering from another doorway; she gave her friend a questioning look and he just shook his head. Sam ran her fingers through her dirty hair and then motioned to Daniel that she was going to wash up. He gave her nod and a little wave then began helping the boys prepare the meat for evening meal.
Sam knew for her plan to work Jarvis had to be able to tell who she was; she just hoped Meg did not pay the price for her revealing herself. Grabbing a clean outfit from their room she hurried back to the bathing room and quickly undressed, jumping into one of the tubs she scrubbed herself as clean as possible with the homemade soap then dunked underwater, using it to clean the dust from her hair. Finishing she climbed out and dried off, shaking her head to get most of the water off before running the towel over it. Pulling on the clean clothes, she forgo wrapping her ribs; if this worked, it would not matter anyway. After dressing she ran back to the kitchen, she needed to find Meg, for her help and to warn her about what she was going to do.
Spotting the old woman at their table she jogged over, “Meg…can I talk to you for a minute…in private?” she asked.
Seeing the serious look on the taller woman’s face Meg led her out of the kitchen and to her room, “Now what did ya need to tell me that ya couldn‘t out there?” she said looking up at Sam.
“I think I know where the crystals are,” stated Sam.
“Well tis good then,” remarked Meg, but the look on Sam’s face made her change her mind, “Where are they?”
“They have to be in Jarvis’s quarters, I’m assuming the rooms came with the job right?” she said, giving Meg a questioning look.
“Ay…they are tha same quarters used by his forefathers,” Meg told her.
“Good…then tonight I’m going to come back to life; will that cause problems for you?” said Sam.
Meg thought for a few minutes and then laughed, “No girl…if he tried ta call me on lying about yer death then it would bring up why ya were injured in tha first place; I don’t think he wants ta draw attention ta himself in that way. I’ll be fine,” Meg assured her.
Sam sighed in relief, “Good…I don’t want you or the boys getting hurt because of the stupid stunt I’m about to pull; as it is I’m not telling Daniel because he will try and stop me.” Sam‘s face turned serious, “I plan to be out of his clutches by the time that caravan leaves, so don’t worry.”
Meg nodded; “Now…I need a piece of wire about so long,” Sam held her fingers apart, “it needs to be thin enough to bend but not break and a thick sewing needle if you have one…oh and a mirror.”
Meg went over to chest sitting at the end of her cot and after a few minutes of digging through it returned with the objects Sam asked for. She watched as Sam tested the strength of the wire, nodding at its condition. Sam walked over to the desk, setting the mirror up she lifted the lid on the lamp and ran the needle through the flame a couple of times, repeating her actions with the piece of wire as well.
“Here now…what are ye doing?” asked Meg as she watched.
“He’s going to strip me and I need a way to get out of the chains he will lock me in, this isn’t the most sanitary thing to do but it’s my only option,“ explained Sam.
Meg watched as the woman stood close to the mirror, sticking out her tongue she felt around on it until finding the spot she wanted then took the needle and jabbed it through the flesh.
“Sit! Tha hur les tha firs ime, “ Sam said jumping up and down, her speech impaired from the needle still stuck in her tongue and her eyes watering from the sharp pain.
“Now I know yer daft girl,” muttered Meg.
Sam held up her hand and then turned back to the mirror; she took the piece of wire and threaded it beside the needle until it was through; pulling the needle out she then wrapped the wire around her tongue, working her bound tongue around she made sure the wire would not cut into the roof of her mouth. Once satisfied with the position she turned back to Meg and gave her a smile, “See no problem.”
“Daft but in a smart way,” Meg said grinning, “now we best get back ta tha kitchen.”
The pair made their way back to find the preparations almost complete, Meg patted her on the arm, “Ya be careful now Sam…tha boys and I have grown fond of ya,” the tiny woman said to her and then walked out of the kitchen towards the main hall.
Sam watched her leave, “I’ve grown fond of you all as well Meg,” she whispered.
Waiting until all the slaves left the kitchen she made her way to the alcove to stand; she planned to run out and stop Daniel from being bullied, figuring that was the best way to draw attention to herself. She did not have long to wait as she saw Daniel go down not far from the head table. She recognized his bully; it was Kern. She saw him kick Daniel a few times and then her eye caught the glint of light on metal; Kern held one of their side arms in his raised hand.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled and ran from the alcove.
Just as Kern leveled the gun at the downed man, a blur tackled him. Sam rolled around on the floor with him trying to wrestle the weapon out of his hand. After a few minutes of struggling, she managed to turn the gun towards him and it went off with a loud retort. Kern stopped struggling and slumped back to lie motionless beneath her. Before Sam could react, someone kicked the weapon from her hand and pulled her off his body. Several blows and kicks later she was dragged before the head table, a kick to the back of her legs made her fall to her knees where she stared up at Jarvis and spit the blood from her busted lip on the floor before him.
“What have we here? Ah pretty one…I was told you had died,” Jarvis commented, giving Meg a hard glare. The old woman just glared back at him.
“I’m like a cat…I have nine lives, “ remarked Sam, her stare never wavering even though blood from a cut on her forehead ran into her eyes.
“We shall see pretty one…we shall see,” he sneered at her rubbing his nose, “Take her to my quarters!” he yelled at the guards behind her.
Sam started to struggle but a blow to the back of her head stopped that as she slumped down on the floor to be picked up and carried away.
Daniel watched as they dragged her out of the main hall, ‘Damnit Sam…what have you done?’
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Sam’s story stopped when Janet grabbed her chin turning her lover’s head to look up at her.
Janet glared at her, “Stick it out now,” she ordered.
Sam sighed but stuck her tongue out, then wiggled the silver barbell now stuck in the hole with her lower lip.
Janet looked closely but saw no signs of infection around the jewelry, “That was stupid on both accounts, the wire and the plan but I see if you hadn’t done it Daniel would be dead. Is that what happened when he told me you saved his life a second time?”
Sam nodded, pulling her tongue back in her mouth.
“When did you put that in?” asked the doctor, referring to the jewelry.
“After we got out of the shower; I was going to let it heal but decided to leave it opened up for awhile,” she told Janet with a grin and a waggle of her eyebrows.
Janet returned the grin, tweaking Sam’s nose, “Well finish the story,” she told her lover.
“Can you give me a few minutes? This next part is going to be rough; I really don’t want to tell you but I need too, I know that now,” Sam said softly.
“Sure…take your time sweetie; I can fix us some lunch if you want,” Janet told her.
“Nah…not hungry right now; just give me a little bit and I’ll finish,” replied Sam, rising up from her position she stood and walked to the back door; opening it she exited out onto the deck.
Janet watched as her lover paced back and forth, the doctor stood up, moving to lean on the arm of the loveseat where she could see Sam better. She wanted to go out there and wrap Sam in her arms but she knew her lover needed this time to gather her thoughts. ‘She must be thinking about how to tell me she killed Jarvis,’ the doctor thought. She could see Sam talking to herself, knowing this was how her lover usually worked through a problem Janet was satisfied just to watch and wait until Sam was ready to talk again.
After a few more minutes of pacing Sam stopped raising her eyes to the sky, she stood like that for a few more minutes then Janet saw her sigh, lower her head and turn to walk towards the door. Janet stood waiting for her as she came inside, the doctor held her arms out allowing Sam to walk into them for a hug.
“Feel better?” Janet asked.
A few sniffles answered her along with a whispered, “Yes.”
“Are you ready to finish the story?” Janet asked pulling back to look up at Sam.
Sam nodded and they walked back to the cushions, Janet sat down and this time her lover lay down cuddling up to her side, practically on top of her smaller frame. Once they both were comfortable, Sam began speaking again in a quiet voice.
“I woke up in that damn room again….”
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Sam slowly woke up; she heard the chains rattle against the floor as she raised her upper body from the floor. She blinked her eyes a few times; her head was killing her but her plan worked. Sitting up she began to work; she did not know how long she had been there or how much time she had to pull this off so she quickly stuck her tongue out and unwound the wire from around it, pulling it through the hole. Holding the wire in her lips, she felt along her wrist until she found the cuff to the manacles and with her fingers found the key hole.
Taking the wire in her hand she began picking the lock on the cuff, she couldn’t help but laugh softly, “Jack thought I was being crazy when I learned how to pick locks…told him it would come in handy one day,” she said to herself.
After a few minutes of twisting the wire around the soft click of the lock opening rewarded her efforts. She took the wire in her free hand and began picking the other lock; it too soon opened. Just in time, it seemed as she heard the sound of the gears starting to turn. Sam placed the unlocked cuffs back on her wrists and stood, letting the chain tighten, she bent her wrists gripping the cuffs to keep them from falling off as the chain pulled tight. She heard footsteps and then the key turn in the lock as Jarvis opened the door.
He stood there holding a lantern looking at her with an evil smile on his face, “Ah we meet again pretty one,” he remarked, his tone sickly sweet as he hung the lantern up.
“Yeah…we need to stop doing that and you so need to think about hiring a decorator for this place…it sucks,” commented Sam.
Jarvis chuckled, “Still full of fire pretty one; maybe this time I can put it out,” he told her.
He turned away to pull a table into the room, Sam could make out a small pot with live coals and several knives, ‘There is no way he’s getting near me with that,’ she thought. She watched as he placed one of the knives in the coals, letting it rest there, while he waited Jarvis turned back to her.
“Nothing to say pretty one?” he asked, moving closer to her but not so close she could strike at him with her legs.
“Oh I have plenty to say; I just don’t think you would understand it my Neanderthal is a little rusty,“ she said smartly.
He gave her an odd look, then turned away to pick up the knife from the coals. Moving towards her, he waved it back and forth in front of her face. Sam tracked the glowing blade with her eyes. Jarvis began to walk around behind her from her right side, not making the mistake he made the last time; he kept far away from her legs.
This is what Sam hoped for and as he stepped under the chain, she let go of the cuff around her left wrist, moving towards him fast she looped the chain in her right hand around his neck and pulled. He struggled against the hold around his neck but Sam held tight, moving behind him she drove a foot into the back of his knee, which forced him to the floor. Jarvis began to wheeze as his air supply slowly closed off. Soon he slumped over; the only thing holding him up was Sam’s grip on the chain. She waited a few minutes to make sure he was not faking then relaxed her grip, letting him fall to the floor. Reaching down she felt for a pulse, it was there but weak.
She quickly unwound the chain and locked one of the cuffs onto his wrist once that was accomplished; she walked towards the door, searching outside of it for the control for the gears. Not finding it near the door, she took the lantern down and searched further up the tunnel; finally, when she neared a door at the end she found the lever for the gears. Pulling it down she heard the gears grinding and returned down the tunnel to the room. Jarvis was beginning to wake when she walked in, moving quickly she took the other chain and locked it on his free hand.
“Alright you evil bastard, let’s see how you like a taste of your own medicine,” she growled.
She left the room, jogging back towards the tunnel entrance where she threw the lever up, smiling when she heard the gears grinding. As she walked back to the room, Sam realized what she was about to do was wrong but after what he had done to her and no telling how many other women she considered it a form of justice. Right now, she was too angry to let that inner voice talk her out of doing this.
Upon reaching the room she found the chains holding Jarvis up from the floor, he was slowly coming round; she walked up to him and slapped him across the face, this made him startle awake. Standing up the man began to fight against the chains holding him.
“Not a fun position to be in is it big man?” she asked, standing before him with her arms crossed.
“Release me at once!” he ordered loudly.
“Nope…it’s time for a little payback; all those women who have disappeared deserve a little justice…don’t you think?” she commented smugly.
“You won’t get away with this; my men will find me,” he said his tone beginning to sound frightened.
Sam turned away from him to pickup a knife from the table, she laughed, “Like you have told anyone about this room…I don’t think so,” she said coldly as she turned back to move close, waving the knife before his face.
He began to shake as the knife grew closer to his face, but Sam did not cut him; she began stripping his clothing off instead. Once she finished with that she glanced down, “No wonder you have to get your kicks from hurting women…little man,” she laughed at the look of terror on his face as she trailed the knife over his genitals.
“No worries, there’s not enough there to cut off,” she told him, instead she sliced him across the chest. He cried out immediately and began to beg.
“Not gonna work little man; I’m not doing this for the thrill,” she said quietly, her tone growing serious as well as the look on her face.
Sam took a deep breath and went to work; by the time she stopped Jarvis’s body ran red with blood from the numerous cuts she inflicted. She blocked out his whimpers and cries long ago; standing in front of him, she used the tip of the blade to pull his head up until he looked her in the eyes.
Once he was looking at her she spoke, “My name…you asshole… is Samantha Grace Carter,” making a quick motion she sliced open his right cheek, “that was for Jared’s mother,” she stated and then made the same motion slicing open the other cheek, “and that was for Korin’s.”
She turned away from him, moving towards the door, “You can’t leave me like this!” he sobbed out.
Turning back around she picked up another knife, “No…you’re right…I can’t leave you like this,” she walked to stand before him again and with a quick thrust she drove the knife into his stomach, twisting it slowly before pulling it out, “now I can leave you. Die a slow painful death you bastard,” she growled and spat in his face.
She ignored his cries as she walked slowly out the door, closing it and locking it with the key that rested in the lock still. Walking up the tunnel a ways she slowly sank to her knees and then fell forward retching, after a few minutes nothing was left in her stomach. Using the wall to pull herself up she walked around her bile and made her way to the door. She felt along the wall and found another lever, pulling it down the door in front of her popped open.
She slowly pushed it open to find a large wall hanging hid it from view. Ducking her head around she made sure the room was empty before she walked out; once out she closed the door shut, making sure the tapestry covered it once more, just for safe measure she pushed a large cabinet that stood next to it across the passage as well.
Once finished with that Sam began searching the room for the crystals she knew were there somewhere. Her suspicions were soon made true when she discovered the power crystals hanging from a small chandelier over the bed.
“Yes!” she exclaimed jumping up on the bed to pull it down.
When she had it down she quickly checked over them, no cracks and they were all here, sighing in relief she climbed down from the bed the crystals held in her hands. Setting them on a table, she began looking for something to put on. Luck was with her today because there in a corner sat their backpacks and weapons. Moving closer she found her clothing from the trip in piled next the packs, along with her boots.
Sam quickly pulled on her pants and then the t-shirt Daniel gave her, she found her socks and pulled them on then stuck her feet in her boots, “Ahh…boots I missed you,” she sighed lacing them up.
Rummaging through the packs she also found her GDO, this made her smile widely, emptying one of the backpacks, she unloaded their weapons and stuffed them into the empty pack. Sorting through what she pulled out she placed the things she did not want to leave in another pack, along with a few things from the other two packs, mainly ammo and med kits. She knew there was at least the one handgun still out there but without ammo, it would soon be useless. Shouldering the two packs, she walked back to the table and put the crystals in the side pockets on her pants.
She glanced towards the secret door, imagining she could hear muffled cries, Sam shook her head and then walked away, unlocking the door she exited, re-locking it behind her and taking the key with her. Staying to the shadows, she made her way back to the lower levels without any incident. She walked into the kitchen, not seeing Daniel, the boys or Meg. Stopping one of the slaves she asked their whereabouts and the boy told her they were leaving with the caravan.
“Show me the way there…quickly!” she told him.
The boy gave her an odd look and she gave him a little shove, “Go!”
He took off at a run with her following close behind; soon they came to a huge open cavern, looking around in all the milling people Sam spotted Meg sitting on a cart towards the middle of the line of wagons, “Thanks,” she told the boy and then jogged towards Meg.
The closer she got to the cart she could see Daniel along with the boys huddled around the back of the cart, jogging up to them she let the packs fall from her shoulders to land on the ground with a thud, “Not leaving without me are you?” she asked trying to catch her breath.
A chorus of voices yelled, “Sam!” and she found herself engulfed in a group hug.
“About time you showed up Carter,” a wry voice said.
Sam peeked over Daniel’s shoulder to see Jack and Teal’c on the other side of the cart, “Ran into a few snags Sir…but I made it; besides you need what I found to leave,” she said to her CO grinning.
“You found the DHD crystals?” asked Daniel, releasing her from the hug.
“Yep,” she answered patting her pockets.
“Here now…time enough for talk later, climb up here girl, we’re about to move,” Meg called out to them.
Sam climbed up to sit next to the old woman, who threw an arm around her shoulders and leaned her head close, “Are ya alright?”
“Yeah…I’m fine Meg,” she told her.
“Jarvis?” asked Meg with a raised eyebrow.
Sam’s face blanked over, “I don’t want to talk about that right now Meg.”
Meg patted her knee, “Ay…later Sam…later.”
A call sounded out and the wagons began to move, Sam cleared the dark thoughts from her head; they were going home.
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Janet felt the body wrapped around her begin to shake, she reached down to pull Sam up into her arms and held her as she cried.
“Shhh…its okay Sam,” the doctor whispered rubbing her lover’s back and placing a kiss on the blonde head under her chin.
“You still don’t hate me?” Sam asked, her question muffled by Janet’s chest, “even though I tortured a man and left him to die?”
Janet pushed her back and pulled her chin up until Sam’s eyes met hers’, in a serious tone, she spoke, “I told you before, I could never hate you; he deserved what you did to him. Hell…I would have made it last longer, in fact I probably could have with my medical knowledge.”
“But…” began Sam.
“No buts…it’s over with; you’ve told me about it and we’re okay. I just hope you will able to forgive yourself one day…I know you too well Samantha Carter,” Janet said quietly.
Sam sniffled a few times, “Telling you helped I think…I feel lighter,” she told her love.
Janet leaned forward placing a soft kiss on Sam’s lips, she leant back to gaze into her eyes again, “We’ll get through it together, whatever else comes from this…understand?”
Sam nodded and then wrapped her body back around Janet’s holding her tight; Janet sat there holding her, letting her own tears fall silently, ‘Whatever else Sam…whatever else.’