An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: G
Warnings: Implied child abuse
Spoilers: None
Summary:
“Got one more,” Marinette called. Adrien plunged his hands down into the water so quickly that it sloshed over the edge of the sink and onto the front of his shirt. She jumped back, clutching the plate to her chest, staring at him. He peeked over his shoulder, staring right back at her.
“I, uh…my hand slipped?”
Adrien, still adjusting to life in the Dupain-Cheng house, is trying to keep a secret from the family. He's already such a burden to them, he doesn't want to add one more issue on top of the mountain of problems he's already causing.
Prompts: Can’t make an omelette without breaking a few legs - fracture | dislocation | “are you here to break me out?”
Alternative prompt 8: made to watch
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Context: Bern is an OC who is a shield tech expert in the Stargate world. (Prequel to Whumptober Day 11)
Summary: Bern, Jacob, and SG-1 are captured by a system lord and Bern is tortured for information about the off-world base.
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It had started out as a relatively normal mission. Bern accompanied SG-1 and Jacob Carter to a planet called Norsfaduus. While they were at around the same level as Earth in all other regards, they possessed far more advanced shield technology. This was due to them crossing paths with an asteroid cluster on their way around their star, thus requiring the development of shield technology to avoid impact events. The result of their unique situation meant that the majority of resources were put into one line of inquiry, thus resulting in shield tech which would be beneficial in defending both the tauri and the tok’ra from the Goa’uld.
General Hammond agreed to send Bern along with SG-1 and Jacob because of their role as an engineer on the cutting edge of the defensive energy technology field. Bern had gotten to know SG-1 and Jacob in the briefing, and the fact that they generally followed orders and had a sense of humour seemed to put the others at ease.
Of course, with SG-1, nothing was ever as simple as expected. It turned out that the people of Norsfaduus were in league with the Goa’uld, and before they knew it the six of them were restrained and handed over to the servants of some unnamed system lord. They really all blended together by this point.
In any case, this was how they ended up in a large room which must have been a holding cell on a Goa’uld mothership. The Jaffa had taken Jacob away with hushed whispers of “tok’ra”. Bern and the four members of SG-1 sat in a row about 5 feet apart from each other. Each of them had manacles with chains running between their hands and feet. The chains were locked to metal rings on the floor.
Bern twisted the cold metal on their arm as they looked around the room curiously. “So, what now?”
Jack sighed. “Now we wait for some angry Jaffa to come in and poke us with sticks, throw rocks at us, you know, the works. And maybe if we’re lucky we’ll get an evil monologue from whichever big shot Goa’uld it is I’ve already forgot the name of this time.”
Bern’s eyebrows raised. “Sounds like a good time all around, then.”
“It is indeed likely that we will be interrogated.” Teal’c intoned.
At that moment the cell door opened and three Jaffa entered, closing the door behind them. Two took up positions on either side of the door. The third stepped into the middle of the room and addressed each of the captives in turn. “Colonel O’Neill, Major Carter, Daniel Jackson, the shol’va Teal’c, and this one I do not recognize.”
“Yeah, they’re new.” Jack piped up.
“Bern” they informed the Jaffa, clearly a first prime from his raised forehead marking.
He merely scoffed, returning his attention to the colonel. “You will tell us what we need to know, or you will suffer greatly.”
Jack put his arms out, rattling his chains. “All right, let’s go have a little chat.”
The first prime’s lips twitched up into a smirk. “Not you specifically, colonel. Jaffa!” He gestured towards Bern with his head.
Butterflies stirred up in Bern’s stomach, fear tingling it’s way through their body. The Jaffa to the left of the door strode towards them. They flinched away as he got within striking distance, but he only knelt down to unhook their chains from the ring on the floor.
The colonel shifted anxiously. “They’re just an engineer, they really won’t be able to tell you anything. Take me instead, I’ll make it worth your while.” He spoke in a tone that he hoped made his proposal sound enticing.
The lower Jaffa yanked on Bern’s chains, throwing them hard onto their elbows on the cold cement. Bern scrambled to move as he pulled them to the centre of the room. Here he reattached their handcuff chains to a metal ring on the top of a square post which stood around their chest height. Luckily the chain was long enough to nearly reach the ground, so they wouldn’t be stuck standing the entire time.
All of SG-1 bristled nervously. The first prime addressed O’Neill. “You will tell us the location of your off-world base, or their suffering will be on your head.”
Bern swallowed roughly, locking eyes with the colonel. They surreptitiously shook their head, indicating that he couldn’t give up the location of the alpha site. While O’Neill’s expression remained stony, Bern was certain he understood them perfectly.
Jack shifted his eyes to the first prime behind Bern. “We’re not gonna tell you squat.”
“So be it,” the leader said smugly. “Jaffa.”
Bern strained their neck backwards to see what was happening. The Jaffa on the right of the door stepped forward. Out of the corner of their eye Been saw in his hands a rope with what looked like a heavy ball of rope at the end. The Jaffa took up position directly behind them, the rope swinging menacingly as he moved.
Carter’s eyes grew wide as she anticipated what was about to happen. “No.”
“The location of your off-world site,” the first prime demanded.
Silence hung heavily in the cell, and the tension was palpable. The sound of whooshing air was Bern’s only warning before pain erupted across their back. They cried out in surprise, falling forward into the post. Their face made contact with the corner of the post before they could catch themself. Well, they thought, that’s going to leave a mark.
As they pulled themself back into a standing position Bern saw Sam cringing sympathetically. Jack shifted his jaw angrily and Daniel stared at his feet.
Bern shifted their shoulders experimentally, but quickly stilled as the movement shot bolts of white hot agony through their back. They groaned through gritted teeth.
“I will ask you again. Give me the location of the off-world base of the tauri.”
“How about we don’t and say that we did,” Bern suggested with a humorous smirk. Jack and Sam both let small smiles pass their lips. All were short-lived, however, as the Jaffa brought the rope down once more.
This time Bern was prepared for the pain, and they bit their lip to keep from crying out.
This went on for some time, the first prime asking the same question, silence or snippy remarks in response from the humans and friendly Jaffa present, the increasingly unbearable pain throbbing across Bern’s back and shoulders. By the time the Jaffa decided to call it quits, they were slumped down against the base of the post. Their eyes had been closed for the last 25 lashes or so, as they attempted to overcome the pain. Given that their eye had already swollen mostly shut, it must have been at least an hour.
Finally, the Jaffa left the cell. As Bern heard the heavy door clang shut, they let out a groan and slid down onto their side, the manacles digging painfully into their wrists which hung just a few inches above the floor.
“Bern,” Sam called out worriedly. Bern registered her voice, but they really didn’t feel like answering. Relief had flooded through them the moment they realized they were being given a break.
“Hey, Bern,” Jack barked forcefully. He whistled and snapped his fingers to get their attention.
Heaving a sigh, they forced themself to open their eyes. Jack’s face came into focus slowly, swimmingly. He flashed them an awkward smile. “How you feeling?”
Bern closed their eyes again. “Peachy,” they replied shortly.
SG-1 relaxed minutely. At least they still had their attitude.
“They must know we’ll never give up the alpha site,” Sam mused.
“They’re probably just stalling until they decide what to do with us,” Daniel suggested.
“Should an opportunity arise for escape, I believe it would be wise to take advantage of it,” Teal’c intoned.
O’Neill nodded. “We’ll have to find Jacob too.”
Sam failed to conceal her concern for her father. “Bern,” she called, trying to change the topic.
They opened their eyes.
“Just hang in there, okay?”
Bern nodded resignedly before closing their eyes and drifting off into a fitful sleep despite the ripples of pain rolling across their back.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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