It was still early in the morning. The sun had just risen, and the grass was still covered with the frost of the night that would thaw during the morning hours and then dry until noon. Sam walked slowly towards the small tent that supplied them food and drinks, and smiled at the boy who was working inside.
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Sam wiped the sweat from her forehead and raced along the uneven forest path. Her muscles screamed for rest, but she pushed on. The backs of two recruits disappeared into the trees. Damn, they would show her up this time again.
This deep into the forest, the large trees shielded the ground from sunlight, but the resulting drop in temperature did nothing to cool her down. She’d never been this drained, physically or mentally.
Another field-training day. She’d hardly done anything else during the past weeks besides running through the forest on some make-believe mission. Always with the same outcome. Somebody screwed up, and in the end they all got in trouble for it.
Colonel Sheppard didn’t care whose fault it was. At least not officially. Rumor was O’Neill kept detailed records of mistakes and who exactly was responsible for them.
A lot of times she was the one who made the mistake. Some of the recruits grew impatient with her already. A ‘girl’ didn’t belong among them, or so they said. Sam couldn’t blame them with all the mistakes she made. The pressure added to her stress, which made her make more mistakes. Vicious circle.
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“Watch the stance!”
Sam grunted when another sharp blow hit her right in the stomach, sending her to the ground. Her hands fisted in the dirt as she coughed and her eyes stung.
“I said, watch the stance!”
She struggled for breath as her instructor Cameron Mitchell came stomping onto the field, enraged and yelling curses in the process.
Her opponent, recruit Tim Hanson, shrugged. “Sorry, sir, I’m trying to go easy on her.”
“Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it?” Mitchell stepped between him and Sam. “You shouldn’t have to go easy on people. Nobody’s gonna go easy on her in the field. Up! Get up!” He pulled Sam to her feet. “What exactly went wrong?”
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The young woman opened her lips to gently run her tongue along his lips, tempting him to open his mouth and allowing her to deepen the kiss. He didn’t relent; however, he started kissing her back. She was good; he had to give her that. Seductively, she used her lips, tongue and teeth to run them along his own lips, tease him, and nip gently at his lower lip while her hands were grazing the skin of his neck in butterfly touches, before, every now and then moving along his shoulders and clasping them through the material of his shirt.
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When Sam woke up, she felt disoriented and confused. She noticed immediately that she could hear people walking around near her bed. That was unusual, she wondered drowsily. What were people doing walking around in her bedroom? She opened her eyes to look at the ceiling. Dark green? This was definitely not her bedroom.
She looked around. She was lying on a comfortable, but slim bed in what looked like a large, dark green tent. And the people were not actually in the tent, she realized now as she was looking around. They had to be walking around outside in close proximity.
Where was she? And how had she gotten here?
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The first thing that Sam realized when she woke up was that she was not lying in her own bed. The second thing was, that she was not lying in a bed at all, but rather on a filthy, yellowed, rotten-smelling mattress that had been carelessly thrown on the ground of what looked like an even filthier barn.
She lifted her head and moaned instantly when a headache hit her hard. Moaning, she dropped back onto the mattress, when the happenings of the previous night slowly came back to her. She had been at a bar, trying to get in contact with one of the resistance leaders. She had had drinks, and she had been drugged.
Drugged!
With a shocked gasp she lifted her head again, and pulled the thin blanket off of her body.
The fact that she was still fully clothed in the same clothes that she had worn yesterday told her that at least that she hadn’t been raped. Yet. She didn’t know if that was a good thing though – if it was to happen, she’d rather it had happened while she was still unconscious. Except for the drug-induced headache, she didn’t seem to have any injuries at all.
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