Humph. No one inserted six quarters. *frown* Well, I was sitting around and I thought I'd write something, but I wasn't "hungry" to work on anything I'd already started, so this is kind of a companion to the alternate ending of Reeses because I've got a somewhat sick and currupted mind, so I think up bad scenarios for one of my favorite OCs.

Reeses AU Companion

Sarah stumbed back into her home-away-from-home aboard Sobek's Ha'tak: a dimly lit gold and black shoebox of a room about ten feet by five. Just before the standard golden door settled closed behind her, she glimpsed her pair of well-fed Jaffa escortes turn and begin to waddle back down the corridor, their dull metal kilts swaying slightly with the motion. Then the sturdy door shut off even her view of her captors, leaving her alone in the enclosed space that was sure to inspire claustrophobia in even an earthworm.

Sarah dropped onto the low, hard bench protruding from the wall, not particularly bothered by the fact that any contact with her skin shot renewed waves of pain throughout her. Times like these mader her waver in her appreciation for Vinnet. On the one hand, if she wasn't a Tok'ra, Sobek might have laid off a bit on the severe torture techniques due to an uncertainty of the frailty of humans. (While he could have utilized a sarcoughagus and gone ahead with killing her, he much preferred letting her just try to heal a bit, whether it did any good or not.) On the other hand, she knew that Vinnet was trying to keep as many natural painkillers, including borderline safe amounts of endorphins, running through her as possible.

She took a deep breath and studied her surroundings. Each of the walls except for the one with the door featured a large, rectangular patch of black gridding, the bars of which were around two inches wide. That, combined with its black background, greatly contributed to the dimness of the cell. Appearing to support these sections of dark abyss, the remainder of the room was constructed of the typical golden walls, decorated by stories of Sobek's victories embossed in gold; the Goa'uld must not have known any metals besides gold and naquada or decorations besides gold walls and jewels. It couldn't have been that hard to find a half decent wall paper shop!