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Ficlet: The Killing Time

I'm making the most of my day off and writing up some fanfics I owe people and working on my original fic. Medication pretty much killed my appetite, so I have to do something on Thanksgiving that will satisfy me.

Title: The Killing Time
Author: Moonshayde
Fandom: SG-1
Season: Ten
Category: Angst, Ficlet
Spoilers: Insiders
Pairing/Character: Sam/Barrett UST, mentions of Sam/Martouf
Summary: As doctors attempt to break Ba'al's brainwashing of Agent Barrett, Sam suffers the pain that time can bring.
Word Count: 184
Warnings: none
Rating: PG

Author's Note: Okay, mysticalweather. This isn't exactly what I had in mind for you, but I hope it will do until I have time to write something a bit longer. This is my way of bribing you to continue to be patient. Hope it works.

Disclaimer: Stargate, Stargate SG-1 and all of its characters, titles, names, and back-story are the property of MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions, SciFi Channel, and Showtime/Viacom and so on and so forth. No profit being made; just having fun.

She didn't know what she could say or do to make it better. She didn't know what steps needed to taken to effectively reverse it.

She didn't know how to fix it.

And it was killing her inside.

Sam watched from an observation room at Area 51 as doctors and scientists alike struggled to deprogram Barrett. The interrogation was harsh. The need to break him was cruel. But there was no other way.

He had to come to terms with what had happened. They had to know if Ba'al had instructed him to do more.

The worst part was that he knew. His hard gaze passed over the heads of the interrogators, cutting right through the window to where she was standing. In his eyes, she saw the anger, the pain, the sadness, and the betrayal.

Nightmarish flashes of Martouf assaulted her, bringing her back to another time and place, reminding her of the dangers of her affections, of getting too close.

Sam wished it could be different. She wished it could be different in so many ways.

And it was killing her inside.
Tags: fic: sg-1/sga het
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