An Endless Cycle
By Mickey

STORY STATUS: Completed 7/22/06

ARCHIVE PERMISSIONS: Ask first. I'll probably say yes.

DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for fun and I sure as hell didn't get paid for writin' it. No copyright infringement intended.

WORD COUNT: 527

AUTHORS NOTE: Many thanks, as always, to my beta, Cokie!


Another visit to the sarcophagus revives me. Unfortunately.

I'm dropped in my cell again.

"You shouldn't have come."

That voice again. Again I have to wonder how she can sit like that and not fall in. I close my eyes and shake my head. She's gone when I reopen them. I must be losing it.

Okay, Danny. You can pop back in any time now.

I wait for what seems like an eternity, but is likely only a few minutes, but he doesn't show.

Baal's blonde goons show up sometime later.

Here we go again.

He must be letting them watch this time because my escorts make no effort to leave. They have good poker faces, but their eyes are a light with sadistic glee at being allowed to witness this.

Nice, this time he has the knives and a Zat.

More ominous talk about what he's going to do to me. Another question and smart-ass reply. I tense as I wait for the inevitable pain that follows the impact of knife on flesh.

He picks up the Zat.

Oh God that hurt! I thought it was bad just getting zatted. Being zatted while stuck to this godforsaken thing is much much worse.

I must have passed out briefly. Tall blonde and stupid are gone. Bet they're disappointed. Poor babies.

Yet another question. Another wiseass remark, yet another flying knife.

I consider keeping my wise cracks to myself, but it won't make any difference. Besides, what fun would that be? He's going to torture me to death no matter what I say. I might as well have a little fun with him.

More questions and non-answers. SHIT the zat again. That really doesn't feel good.

Now there's the understatement of the decade.

And so it goes until I once again have five new holes in my body and I've effectively been electrocuted three times. His aim is amazingly good. No new holes in the shirt. Each knife has hit where he'd got me last time. He also knows just when he can zat me again without killing me. Wouldn't due to have me die early and spoil his fun now would it?

Apparently, that's not the end of it this time. Again I'm no longer paying any attention to what he's saying as I'm concentrating all my effort on breathing. I wait anxiously for that last knife that will end this agony, temporary as that relief will be. It doesn't come.

Instead, he pushes a button and I'm falling through space. I land on the hard floor with a sickening, bone crunching thud. I think I was supposed to land in the sarcophagus.

I missed. Well, not entirely. My right arm and hip connected with it. They're shattered beyond repair. I can feel it. Beyond repair for any doctor anyway. Once they scoop me up and stick back in the magic box, I'll be good as new in no time.

Physically anyway. I feel like a part of me is missing each time that damn lid slides open and I'm dragged out.

The approaching darkness is both a blessing and a curse.

When will this end?


THE END