Notes: For kink bingo and somehowunbroken . Err... This didn't end up as kinky as I hoped. *shifty eyes*
Pairing: John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell
Word count: 603
John was forced to his knees as he looked around, seeing a freshly dead corpse hanging limply from the rack, blood dripping onto the floor into a puddle. He looked up at his captor, seeing the eyes flash as the Goa’uld inside Landry stood over him.
“So this is the famous John Sheppard. At last we meet.” he said, his voice sounding so unreal.
“Hi. How’s it going?” John asked, so angry and so hurting. “Do you commonly introduce yourself to your prisoners? That must take a lot of time out of your busy day of torture, death, and being ruler of Earth.”
The Goa’uld chuckled. “No. Nothing so simple-“
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re the most bad ass mother fucker that’s ever fucking lived. I don’t care. What the hell do you want from me? Everyone that mattered is mostly dead, you’ve killed more than you’ve enslaved and for what? So you can keep the Galaxy under your thumb? Jesus, you’re stupider than you look. The people out there have tasted freedom. They won’t crawl back.”
Landry backhanded him as his eyes flashed. “I should kill you…”
“Go ahead. You’ve already killed the people I care about. I figured it was only a matter of time anyway,” he said with a shrug.
Goa’uld Landry seemed to be confused. John couldn’t help but smirk about that one. He hoped there was a piece of Landry left inside. He’d surely appreciate that.
“You believe you are clever, Sheppard. I’ve had you in my prison for months, yet you never break, never beg, never submit. But I think I might’ve found what will do it. You will beg, John. You will beg to serve me.”
“Doubt it. But let’s see what you’ve got,” John told him, clearly unimpressed.
Landry snapped as his Jaffa dragged in a man who was fighting every step of the way. John’s entire world was upended as his heart stopped, seeing the last person he ever expected to be alive being taken to the rack as the dead body was dropped to the floor.
“Cameron…” John whispered his voice breaking.
“He was quite ingenious, you know. He’s been hiding with first the Free Jaffa, then the Jaffa that remained loyal and was well hidden up until the point where he tried to rescue you. This is all you, John. Everything.”
Cam grunted, his mouth gagged, unable to talk, as they strapped him into the device. His eyes met John’s, begging him not to do this, not to give in.
John couldn’t do this. He couldn’t.
As the Goa’uld lifted the first implement of torture, John started crawling to his feet. He grabbed the front of the Goa’uld’s clothing and looked up at him. “Please. Please, don’t do this. Don’t hurt him. Hurt me instead. Please. I’ll serve you, I’ll do your bidding, and I’ll do whatever you please… just don’t hurt him. Please!”
“Begging, John?” he asked, amused.
“Yes, Master. This slave is begging you to please stop. Please. Just stop this.”
The Goa’uld looked down upon him then took out the gag as Cam started screaming for John to stop it, not to do this. The Goa’uld clapped both hands on his face and leaned closer, bringing their lips together as the Goa’uld took over Cam and Hank Landry fell down dead.
“Get me down from here,” The Goa’uld in Cam said as his Jaffa complied. He looked at John. “I needed a good slave. Good thing you’re here, huh?” he said, his voice distorted and wrong as it sank in who he had sold himself too.