lyssie: (Ficbutton stolen from A.j.)
lyssie ([personal profile] lyssie) wrote2005-05-05 07:06 pm

ahem. Why Lyssie needed tequila. SG-1 fic. Dark. Nasty.

Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: So not for the kiddies. This is fairly dark, fairly violent, rather disutrbing.
Pairings: Sam/Jack, Sam/Pete.
Set: Season eight, post-Affinity. No real spoilers.
Archiving: ...someone is going to actually want this?
Warnings: Domestic violence. Sex.
Notes: Inspired by a lot of the recent discussions on Love Making Everything All Right. The title is stolen from the Pet Shop Boys' "To Speak Is a Sin" but I think I've already named a fic that before. Thus, this title.

Bless The Time Or Weather
by ALC Punk!

"You're mine," he likes to say as he fucks her over the desk. Hand on her back holding her down while he pounds in with little disregard for whether she's enjoying the experience or not. And yet she always has some sick thrill at the way it feels. "Mine." His teeth nip her shoulder, his hand twists in her hair, and he comes, shuddering and pressing her down into the wood as he subsides. "Samantha."

The first time she objected, he pushed her into the wall, left teeth marks in her chest and bruises on her legs.

She told Brightman they were gotten running from a jaffa patrol. Slipped and fell on rocks. The doctor looked at her disbelievingly, but let it pass.

"I love you," he whispers into the skin of her neck when she's curled in a ball, aching from need unfulfilled. And maybe that ends up being enough.

The second time she objected, he was more careful with his placement of bruises, a little more sadistic as he shoved his cock down her throat. Brightman merely tightened her lips and didn't ask.

*He* doesn't ask, either. And for that, she's grateful.

Although she's obscurely saddened that he doesn't notice the marks left on her body by another man.

Daniel asks her sometimes how things are going with Pete. "Just fine," she lies. Because they have to be going well with Pete, after all, she wouldn't be doing this to herself if they weren't. If she weren't just a little fucked in the head.

"I love you, Sam." He likes to say it in daylight, when the sun's shining and there are kids running around in the park.

Different from growls in the dark and fingers dragging her down, marking their territory.

The third time, she doesn't object, and he takes what he needs, getting her off later with two fingers and his teeth on her skin.

She wakes in the morning alone and bruised, aching, and wondering if this is worth it.

It has to be, she decides, the light catching the engagement ring on her finger. She loves him, after all.

Two planets later, and the chieftan's daughter is offered to Daniel. Daniel tries to turn her down, but Sam catches the desperation in her glance and accepts on his behalf. That night, the woman sleeps curled at Sam's back, shaking. Whispering that they would beat her if she wasn't taken, that they beat her anyway. That the lot of an unmarried woman is almost more than she can bear.

Sam takes her back to Earth with them.

Brightman brings up the domestic abuse at their conference with the General. The woman's bruises are consistant with those inflicted on battered women everywhere. For a moment, her gaze meets Sam's, then she looks away, back to the General, and finishes delivering her report in crisp tones.

"You don't know what you're implying."

"Don't I, Colonel?"

Sam has to look away, detatch. There's a crack on one wall of Janet's office. Brightman's now, and she keeps forgetting that. "Forget it, Doc."

"Colonel. There are hotlines--"

"I don't need help."

The fourth time he says she brought it on herself. That she caused him to lose his temper, to hurt her. And the bruises are livid on her pale skin.

She makes an appointment to tan the next morning. By afternoon, the bruising is mostly hidden beneath browned skin.

The chieftan's daughter settles in, quickly helping the linguistics department and catching the eye of the occasional airman. Sam tells her gently that she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to.

"I know." is the girl's reply.

A week later, the girl walks out of the mountain and disappears.

They spend a month looking for her.

During that time, Sam juggles her two lovers, sleeping with one, then the other. Neither of them seem to realize they're being cuckholded.

She likes that by the eighth time she's expecting his fist in her gut. Relishes the pain as he smacks her ass, telling her she's a slut and a whore and she is *his* and better not have any others. She thinks she would once have been horrified to have these marks on her body. That she would have stood up to him and told him he could fuck off and die.

But he loves her.

And the storybooks say love conquers all.

Brightman corners her two months after Ariana has disappeared. The locker room is empty, and Sam feels oddly vulnerable, returning from the shower in nothing but a towel. Brightman crosses her arms, "Colonel."

"Doc."

Impatient, the woman grabs her arm, drags her in front of the mirrors and yanks the towel off, "Colonel, look at yourself. Those are not the kind of bruises a woman should have."

"I ran into a door."

"Don't fuck with me, Sam, I know exactly what you're wearing on your body. Why are you letting him do this to you? Is your fiance that great a man?"

Sam shrugs, "He loves me."

"Love doesn't hurt you, Colonel."

Angry, Sam turns, "How would you know? Love hurts, Doc. Love hurts a hell of a lot. And you know what? This is none of your fucking business, so you can just stay out of it from now on. Is that CLEAR?"

"Fine." The flat tone should have warned her.

It's the thirteenth time. She thinks there's something coincidental about that as his fist impacting her jaw spins her around into the wall. "Nice goin', Carter."

"I don't--" she barely manages before his hands haul her against him, then slam her back into the wall.

"Domestic abuse. I read Brightman's report. She suggests you be removed from active duty until the situation is sorted out." He smirks, "You're going to have to leave that pansy-ass fiance of yours."

"I didn't tell her, sir." She whispers, eyes wide. "Not about us, I--"

"That's ok." His hand strokes her cheek, "I'll just have to be more careful from now on." He hauls her up by her hair and nips her earlobe, chuckling, "The Iraqis taught me some very fun nerve techniques. All you have to do is stop making me angry."

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to."

"You never do. That's why I love you."

She wonders, as he shoves her face down over his desk, and yanks her clothing down, whether this was simply inevitable. Or if love could conquer all.

"Mine." He informs her before pushing into her, voice happy. "All mine."

-f-


Someone told me they found it hot.

[identity profile] lavidaessueno.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yikes.

Even so, I find it much more believable that Jack would do this than Pete.

But that's just me.

*pets Sam*
ext_18106: (Opus - java)

[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Mwahahah. Yes, for Jack? Has shown that he can be obsessive... Pete's just a nice guy who's a cop and kinda suspicious.

*snuggles*

[identity profile] lavidaessueno.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ironically enough, with this particular fic, knowing your attitude toward Sam is what makes the story work. I know you think she'd hand him his balls on a platter, which is why I can read this and find it wrenching.

If it were an earnest attempt at characterization by an author who had already established a certain level with cluelessness, I might well be screaming bloody murder.

Does this make me a hyprocrite?

*worries*
ext_18106: (Sam - Girl with a gun)

[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
That would make me one, too, I suspect. So, I think we squeak by considering this an intellectual excercise and a smackdown on badfic authors...

Hopefully.

[identity profile] karma-aster.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
...

(awed)Dude...you broke my brain again.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
yaaaaaaay?

[identity profile] thekatebeyond.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Someone told me they found it hot.

That is the really disturbing part.

I have to say, for a moment I could see it. Yes, I think Sam would kick the ass of anyone who tried to lay a hand on her. Except possibly if her relationship with Jack became just that twisted. I guess this is a cautionary tale under the heading of "It Can Happen to Anyone."
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Because it's caveman!Jack and omfg, that must be hot, because he's SO forceful! *swoon*

*cries*
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
oh, and, thank you.

I'm not sure I can see it. I don't think Jack could ever hurt her like that. And I don't think Sam would let him.

[identity profile] karma-aster.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Me either. I just can't see Jack ever becoming abusive. The series suggests that he's actually a pretty gentle person in several places. I don't really get people who sincerely believe that he could really deliberately hurt someone he loves like that.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
*nods* Exactly. They make me cry, Ryuu. And tear out my hair. And grouch.

[identity profile] fallenbelle.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
I'm with you when you say that you could never see Jack hurting Sam, but I think that passion makes people do crazy things, and that if Jack were to snap all of a sudden, then yes...

But, if Jack hasn't snapped yet, I don't think he will now.

Like I said before, I don't think I like it, but it did get my attention and made me think.

Now you know how I felt about my first Sam/Kerry piece.

[identity profile] karma-aster.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, but Jack likes you because you know he's not this awful, abusive, raping monster. And Sam likes you because you get how cool she is. So, who cares what the idiots think?

[identity profile] nakedtoes.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
I think it shows how unlikely the scenario is when you read their writing. From what I understand, domestic violence normally starts with psychological abuse, working up to physical violence slowly. In the dodgy fics it's always 'Jack is sweet and loving, and then he suddenly snaps'. I'd be far more interested in seeing the gradual buildup. I can't necessarily that working either, certainly not in the rigidly defined working relationship they have, but I think it would at least tackle the subject in a far more realistic way.

(I suppose one way of trying to do it would be for Jack to retire and bejealous that Sam's still going through the gate on a regular basis, but you would have to throw characterisation to the wind, pretty much.)

Was that a pointless comment? Sorry.

[identity profile] brianamj.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Aaaauuugggh. *kidnaps Sam and runs away! RUNS AWAY!*
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Good. *smacks Sam*

*sics Teal'c on Jack*

[identity profile] brianamj.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooh. *gets the plastic out and hides behind it during the carnage*

[identity profile] nakedtoes.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Any flames/Telkena feedback yet? ;)
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sadly, neither. sigh. And I don't think Telkena is speaking to me since I told her that her fic sucked and was wildly out of character.

[identity profile] nakedtoes.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Some people take things so personally. It's very sad.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'm actually fine with not getting feedback from Telkena. Er, or anyone else I've inadvertantly offended.

[identity profile] lavidaessueno.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Amazing how people don't get the difference between critiquing the writing and critiquing the author.

(I've been known to do both, but you know what I mean.)

I find it especially jarring as I deal with authors every day who want me to point out things like bad characterization. Of course, many of them are romance novelists....

*sighs*
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
I... It just baffles me, some of the things the writers AND readers think is perfectly FINE for these characters.

I want to tell them to get out of my fandom and... Well, I was going to say, 'go read romance novels', but that might not work. AHA. They should go read Laurell K Hamilton. And watch soap operas.

sigh.

[identity profile] lavidaessueno.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
I think they should read Dan Brown or whoever it is who wrote the DaVinci Code. Books in which the characters are essentially superfluous and interchangeable. Write fic about that - you can't possibly mischaracterize characters who haven't been established in the first place.

I must admit that I've grown rather fond of editing romances ... they are a light, fluffy read and a nice break from dense prose!

*hides behind Teal'c*
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
*chuckles* I don't hate romance novels. I just.. There's a set formula, you know what the end will be (true love!), and you know that there will be bumps along the way, etc.

But... I, er, don't like that in my fic. I think that's why I lean towards, "they have sex a lot and snark and mock each other"

I don't know. I think I'm too tired for psychoanalysis.

*leans against Teal'c* They broke me.

[identity profile] erica-w.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Dude, they finally broke you. ::is sad::
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
They did. They really really did. I'm slowly recovering, though. I just wrote incredibly awful fic with Nos' assistance. We're trying to decide where to post it. Or what to post it under.

[identity profile] erica-w.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh man, I think an "awful fic with Nos' assistance" will break *me*. ;o)

[identity profile] driftingatdusk.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
Disturbing but no where near as disturbing as Someone told me they found it hot.. That's just so wrong on so many levels.

Now that you've wrote it, though, I can definitely see Jack in that role a lot easier than Pete. Not quite sure how I feel about that.

*hands you a biiiiig bottle of tequila* ::whispers:: Use it to hit the "that was hot" person over the head. Repeatedly. Then drink to celebrate.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
It is, and it was. We've slightly resolved it as it's an Alpha!Jack kink. Which I get, but, er, still...

sigh.

*mutters*

Mmm. Tequila.

Now that you've wrote it, though, I can definitely see Jack in that role a lot easier than Pete. Not quite sure how I feel about that.

HAH! That, btw, was the other reason I wrote it: the unreasonable hatred against Pete and the assumption that he would hurt her more easily than Jack.

Thank you. =)

[identity profile] livilla.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
*sigh* You've really just proved how out of touch some of this fandom is.

This is a very real fic.

I'm... kind of not making sense.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
*scritches* Thank you. =)

[identity profile] livilla.livejournal.com 2005-05-18 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
*cuddles* You're welcome. :)

[identity profile] lytarules.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
*hugs you*
ext_18106: (Sam - I make this look good)

[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2005-05-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
*snuggles*