A Matter of Kindness

Pain

Warnings: Very sensitive material. Partial descriptions of rape and foul language.
Rated: VERY VERY STRONG T. Be warned!
Spoilers: None
Summary: How can Rodney heal someone who has been through something not even he can accept? It's a matter of pain, trust, assistance, rejection, forgiveness, and above all, kindness. Disclaimer: I do not own SGA. I do not. I do not.
Notes: This is a serious one, people. But please don't leave the story yet. Sheppard's a strong one.

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Sheppard awoke slowly, feeling as if his head were about to explode. The moment he snapped into full awareness, his eyes widened and he flipped onto his side, heaving. Once the insistent gagging finally ceased, he scrambled away to the nearest wall. Pushing himself against it, Sheppard closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"You don't want me." It was more of a plea than a statement.

"Actually, John, I do." whispered the woman, her voice a warm touch in his ear. Sheppard felt his stomach do a few flips as her hands moved up his prone chest. He shuddered and she grinned, sickly and reptilian.

Sheppard groaned, trying to shut out every memory that kept invading his conscious thoughts. Without noticing it, his fingers went up to massage his wrist.

She pinned him up against the backboard of the bed, using her full weight to keep her prey down and unmoving. While he was there, she'd bound his wrists and ankles. John, however, had given up all dignity and pride he had. He struggled. He abandoned his sarcastic cajoling and insulting to resort to struggling. However, the alien was stronger. She snaked her tongue around the colonel's collar bone and bit down on his neck. Sheppard actually had to choke back a small hiss of pain.

Holding his stomach, John began to feel sick again. With a sigh, he let his head rest against the wall. What now?

The woman had finally, after getting kicked in the legs a few times, gotten every scrap of clothing off Sheppard's thin frame. The man groaned, huddling, in the corner. He knew what she wanted, and he knew she could get it. But she chose to tease him instead.

She stalked around him, forcing Sheppard's hazel eyes to track her every move. Then she would quickly run up to him, making Sheppard force himself farther into the wall, eyes widening instantaneously. Then she would move away, watching his body relax a bit. Then it was back to the beginning.

John knew he couldn't have overpowered her. She must've been on drugs or something, because everything he did had absolutely no effect. He's kicked, squirmed, bit, and thrashed, but everything he did had only come back like a boomerang to him.

The alien had grown tired of waiting. She eyed the man before her with a frightening hunger and need. "Your time's up, John." she hissed. She reached down, grabbed his hair and dragged him to the bed. All John could do as she pinned him down, running her hands everywhere across his body, was pray that it would be over soon.

Sheppard was shocked to find tears running down his eyes. No, they weren't tears of horrible despair. He was in pain. Shivering, he tried straightening his legs, but with a moan, he realized that hurt too. The only position that didn't have him biting his lip in discomfort was sitting, leaning more onto his side on his hip. But that also left him feeling exposed, even though the woman had been kind enough to return his boxers.

Hating himself, the alien, and his team for not coming sooner, John gave up on staying still and crawled across the cool floor to the door. The bruises on his ribs and groin hindered this action a bit, but he managed to make it.

Now it was time to stand. He was about to use the handle to pull himself up when it just turned under his weak grip and relented. Blinking confusedly, Sheppard barely noticed the flare of pain everywhere in his body as he used the wall to stand. The door had just opened.

Looking out into the hallway, the colonel's military thinking started to crawl back into his head. Keep low, don't make a sound. He was actually a few steps down the hallway when a chilled, forceful hand wrapped itself around the back of his neck. He nearly cried out in pain as the person to whom the hand belonged dragged him roughly down the hall. Sheppard flinched when an arm fastened itself around his chest to hurry him, but his reaction only caused the arm to press into his ribs harder, making him whimper.

"The princess had expected you to be gone by now." a male voice drawled, hoisting Sheppard up by the armpits.

"Yeah?" Sheppard struggled. "I have…a habit…of overstaying my welcome…" he cried out in pain when the guard entwined his hand into Sheppard's hair and pulled back.

"You should not speak unless you are spoken to."

"Why not?"

This response left Sheppard gagging as a boot connected with his stomach. Limp and completely out of willpower, the colonel let the guard drag him down the hall and through a door. Surprisingly, the door led to the outside. The warmth of the breeze was like a gentle caress from the bite of the cold air inside the building.

Growling, the guard held Sheppard down by the neck. "Not so fast, my friend." he hissed. "I have yet to receive any payment." The guard easily disposed of the boxers and forced himself upon the trembling, pleading man under him. The prisoner's screams of pain were barely forced back by the guard's hand.

The rest of the journey to the gate was all a complete blur to Sheppard, who was barely conscious. His mind could no longer think clearly through the mess of pain, anger, shame, and terror. The only good thing was that he'd gotten his boxers back.

Stepping up the stone steps to the stargate, the guard deposited Sheppard on the ground, smirked, and left. A few hours must have passed when John finally opened his eyes. Whimpering in pain, he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the thing above his head. It was the DHD.

TBC…

Please review. Did you love it? Think it was cruel? Hate it? Whatever you though, I have to know. Since the story is finished, however, it won't really have an affect on my writing.Now I don't want to get in trouble. This is the only chapter that might be rated a light M. Should I change the whole story to M?