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The Learning - Part 2 of 'An Education'

by Gumnut

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).

Skin beneath her fingertips.

Cold, clammy skin, damp, slick in places.

Blood caked her fingernails.

She was no virgin to gore, no faint heart beat in her chest, but as her fingers trailed across his skin, through his sweat, his blood, his faint trembling dancing against her nerves, she wanted to weep. She wanted to scream.

She wanted to die.

And she was denied it all.

But she fought.

Fingers and nerves that were no longer hers did as they wished. Her lips curved in a sensuous smile not of her making, her body moved against her will. The Goa'uld writhed in her neck, its pleasure echoing through the one movement wholly its own.

She didn't even have the ability to shiver.

Her hand teased his dry lips, and she was forced to look into his eyes. Hollowed out shards of pain-filled obsidian.

It was right.

She did know him well.

Every wrinkle, every hair, every scar. She had fought for his life so many times, fought for him, fought with him. As he had returned through that gate bloody and broken, she had been there to catch him.

She did know him well.

And now she was here to break him.

She could read the defiance in his wilted stance, the determination to survive, and, no doubt, save her himself.

But his blood still dripped, his skin pale as a lingering death haunted him.

She wanted to cry.

But she fought.

It took her other hand, the one wrapped in the hand device, and placed the knife back in its sheath at her waist. It obviously intended to switch pleasures, and she dreaded what something new might entail.

It never spoke to her. It never even acknowledged her existence other than to taunt its victim with her presence. And she saw the pain in the Colonel's eyes, as her own stared down at him.

Her hand was raised, and she felt the rush of energy that lit the device.

And the skin bubbled on the Colonel's forehead.

His breathing reduced to laboured gasps, he struggled to hold his head up, his eyes searching her face.

Words tumbled out of his mouth.

"Don't worry, Doc. Everything will be fine."

His eyes bore into hers.....and he smiled.


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