this was for the 100 situations challenge on livejournal and the prompt was survive. Its semi finished i wasnt sure if to carry it on or to leave it to peoples imagination

His head rolls forward as he begins to rouse. His vision is blurry but he can feel his arms shackled above his head and his muscles pulsating with cramp. His legs can barely hold his weight.

The dark haired man feels the chains bite bitterly into his wrists. He tries to determine his surroundings but it’s dark and dank and his vision has yet to return fully.

“Who am I?” he says aloud. “Am I alone?” His mind is nothing but a dense fog, blocking all memory possible. “My name is Ro… Robert… no, that’s not right. My god what have they done? My brain, my memory, my intelligence… do I have any?”

A soft mumbling can be heard next door.
“Hello. Hello! Can you hear me?” There was is no response.
“God damn you answer me, please!” Rodney yells.
“Aye, Aye I’m here.”
“Who are you?”
“Eh? You don’t remember? It’s Carson.”
“Carson?”
“Aye lad, Carson, Carson Beckett. Rodney stop playing games.”
“Rodney? That’s my name?”
“Don’t be a fool Rodney, you’re better than this… oh god someone’s coming! Rodney please find a way out… oh god… Rodney love please!”

The doors of Carson’s cell creep open, four men walk in holding an array of weapons from daggers and bats to whips made of leather and metal.
“My god please, I don’t know, I don’t know anything… argggghhhh.”

Rodney’s eyes widen to the sound of Carson’s cries as the men begin to beat Carson. A sound of shredding material is heard; Carson’s t-shirt has been ripped off to allow the whips more contact with his skin. Carson can hardly speak, only his cries of pain rip through his dry throat; his thoughts reciting prayers that they leave Rodney alone that he will find a way out for both of them.

“Stop! Stop I can tell you what you want to know, just stop let him go!” His voice echoes through the two cells.



there ya go , something short for a change

seeya

lisa

part 2 unbeta'd


The surroundings begin to morph in to shape, rudimentary shapes. Rodney blinks furiously to rush the process. The cries from next door have died down, Rodney pleads to himself that Carson was it is alright.

The lock on his cell door slides effortlessly across; two figures tall and bulky appear and scuttle forwards the biting of the shackles diminish and his body slumps heavily to the floor.

“You will tell us what you know or else!”
Rodney looks up to them, their faces becoming ordinary “I will, just please let him be.”
The men laugh between each other and drag Rodney to the cell next door and sling him to the feet of Carson. Rodney’s hand snakes up the leg of Carson it was still warm, he was still alive “Thank God” he sighed. Carson whimpered minutely by the feeling grounding him back to the reality that he was really here.

Rodney’s arm aches but not from where the shackles had been, on closer inspection he sees a puncture wound “Injection? I was injected.” He murmured to himself, his brain begins to feel like it was functioning properly.

His limp body is hauled up opposite Carson’s and again is shackled tighter than before. He opens his eyes and stares at the man in front, the slightly gelled fringe and those eyes, those eyes are familiar, he closes his own a glimpse of this man sitting in a chair;

“Antarctica.”
Everyone looked confused at the scientist “We were in Antarctica together.” Rodney stutters, Carson can barely smile
“Aye, Antarctica ya rememberin’ somethin?”
“You were in that chair you had to concentrate and set one of those things off.”
“Ya’ mean one of the drones aye.”

One of the men spoke “Drones? You come through the ring of stars and you know about drones?”
Rodney tilted his head towards them “And your point?”
“Now, now you behave and he stays pain free, if not you get to see how tough we really can be.”

Rodney glances back to Carson’s semi-naked beaten body and yet he remembers something else and asks
“Do I have a scar on my right arm?”
The other man stares at Rodney’s arm “Why do you ask, you should know.”
“Kolya. When the storm came they stabbed me.” The men stiffened when Kolya was mentioned.
“Ah so you are aware of the Genii and more so of Kolya.”

They saw a smirk form on Rodney’s face and took this response as disobeyment from their order. In one shot the torturer grabbed the whip and swung severely at Carson’s body again, the metal tips dug at Carson’s already blood tinged skin, new blood trails formed and were pulled down by gravity

“ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH RODNEY!”
“We warned you!” they swung again; Rodney began to pull at his shackles to get free “NO, No please, what the hell did you do to me?”

“Let the leader know we may need more sedatives!”

Rodney’s eyes widened “You used a sedative on me, how many times? The amnesia I got, is cuz’of you! You son of a bitch!” His words caused more trouble, the other man had let go of the whip and pulled a knife from his pocket and sliced at the remaining pieces of clothing that were left on Carson’s body, in one last attempt for freedom he kicked the guy.

“Kal come on stop wasting time, put on the boot if you have to.”

Rodney glanced to what they were talking about, Carson’s legs were then shackled up and a vice placed around one of his legs

“My god you have medieval Earth torture methods, Okay okay what is that you want to know?” Rodney blushed profusely at the sight of a naked man, a man who was someone he knew well, memories began to return as the sedative wore off his vision had restored fully but yet he still didn’t know what they wanted and seemed more concerned in torturing than gathering any information.

Carson’s feet began to slip under the pressure and falls to his knees which causes his wrists to jam hard on the manacles and his knees barely scraping the floor, a deep cry echoes through the cells, blood trickles down his arms along his sides and thighs and drips into puddles on the cold stone floor.

“Please you ask me to tell you what I know and yet you’re not telling me what you want to know, I can’t read minds.”

“Tell us about the ancients?”
“The Ancients?” Rodney closed his eyes again while a memory trickled through his mind
“The ancients are the gatebuilders of the stargate, well what you know as the ring of stars, they were at war with the Wraith and so in the end they fled to another world and lived out their days there. We are descendents of them.”

The man nodded to Kal who brought a wooden chair in and made Carson sits which released some tension from his wrists

“I need some water please?” Rodney asks politely, Kal responded “You will get water, for now we must report what you know to our leader.”
Kal and the other man walked out leaving the door open at first a few moments Kal returned with a bowl of water and cloth, he released Rodney’s hands. “Clean him up!” The door was slammed behind him.

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Rodney sat back against the wall for about 10 minutes; he clambers his way up and makes his way to Carson and the bowl “Carson? Carson I’m gonna clean you up, please forgive me.” Once rinsed the cloth he starts at the forehead, the soothing feeling of the water on is face, causes Carson to whimper awake,
“Hmmm Rod…”
“SSShhhhh don’t talk.” He whispers, he rinses the cloth and cleans his wrists and then Carson’s neck
“Rodney?”
“Yeah I’m here, you’ll be alright I’m cleaning you up, you’ll feel better soon.” He squeezes water onto Carson’s chest; Carson winces as the water drips over his wounds

“I wanna go home.” Carson began to murmur
“I know Carson we will be home I promise. I promise I will get you out of here.”
“And you?”
“Shhh, don’t worry about myself, just think about getting better.” Rodney had now stopped the washing, embarrassed slightly about cleaning him further down the body, but instead lightly held Carson in his arms, they both closed their eyes and prayed together they would get through.”