Fig Newton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fignewton) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
sg1genrecs2010-08-17 11:12 am
fignewton) wrote in sg1genrecs2010-08-17 11:12 am
Undertow, by Abyssis (PG-13)
Title: Undertow
Author's LJ/DWJ:abyssinia
Categories: supersam, under the influence, drama, team
Warnings: violence
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Masterlist of fanfiction
Link to story: Undertow
Why this should be read: SG-1 is captured by genetically-modified natives who sense Sam's protein marker and are convinced that she's Goa'uld - or Tok'ra. Jack, without hearing, can't lead; Teal'c suffers the enraged helplessness of someone who can't defend his friends; Daniel, without the use of his hands, can't write or do anything to help the others. And Sam – poor Sam is beaten and drugged until she doesn't which way is up any more. And since the story is told wholly in her POV, the reader is equally confused, as Sam's sense of time and perception is warped and out of sync.
There's great wordbuilding and teamy goodness and courage and strength in this one, and by the time you've figured out what's happened, you'll want to go back and reread it all over again!
(Bonus – Abyssis also posted the "Undertow"- director's cut, in which the scenes are actually placed in order, rather than as Sam remembers and perceives them, plus a happy team ending. I strongly recommend you read Undertow first, but you'll probably enjoy reading this one, too.)
Something was flowing into her mouth -- heavy and vile and slimy -- and for a second all she could think was of Jolinar forcing into her throat and she froze. But this was liquid on her tongue and there were hands holding her down so she twisted -- kicking out to connect with a shin, managing to grab a wrist, bite a finger. Whoever was holding the liquid shouted as it tipped and spilled onto her face -- running up her nose and overwhelming her, crawling over her skin. She stopped to cough and sputter, desperate to force air in. They took the chance to grab her again, pouring the liquid back down her throat and she swallowed convulsively, lungs burning until her eyes started dimming again.
Her last thought before slipping back into unconsciousness was that at least the Colonel wasn't screaming anymore.
Author's LJ/DWJ:
abyssiniaCategories: supersam, under the influence, drama, team
Warnings: violence
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Masterlist of fanfiction
Link to story: Undertow
Why this should be read: SG-1 is captured by genetically-modified natives who sense Sam's protein marker and are convinced that she's Goa'uld - or Tok'ra. Jack, without hearing, can't lead; Teal'c suffers the enraged helplessness of someone who can't defend his friends; Daniel, without the use of his hands, can't write or do anything to help the others. And Sam – poor Sam is beaten and drugged until she doesn't which way is up any more. And since the story is told wholly in her POV, the reader is equally confused, as Sam's sense of time and perception is warped and out of sync.
There's great wordbuilding and teamy goodness and courage and strength in this one, and by the time you've figured out what's happened, you'll want to go back and reread it all over again!
(Bonus – Abyssis also posted the "Undertow"- director's cut, in which the scenes are actually placed in order, rather than as Sam remembers and perceives them, plus a happy team ending. I strongly recommend you read Undertow first, but you'll probably enjoy reading this one, too.)
Something was flowing into her mouth -- heavy and vile and slimy -- and for a second all she could think was of Jolinar forcing into her throat and she froze. But this was liquid on her tongue and there were hands holding her down so she twisted -- kicking out to connect with a shin, managing to grab a wrist, bite a finger. Whoever was holding the liquid shouted as it tipped and spilled onto her face -- running up her nose and overwhelming her, crawling over her skin. She stopped to cough and sputter, desperate to force air in. They took the chance to grab her again, pouring the liquid back down her throat and she swallowed convulsively, lungs burning until her eyes started dimming again.
Her last thought before slipping back into unconsciousness was that at least the Colonel wasn't screaming anymore.