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stargateficrec2011-04-05 04:48 pm
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Creak, by Nanda (PG)
Show: Stargate SG-1
Rec Category: Drama
Characters: Samantha Carter, original character
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings: none
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nandamai
Author's Website: nanda's lament (fanfiction)
Link: Creak
Why This Must Be Read: Drugged, watched, and stripped of her memory, Sam is still wonderfully and powerfully herself!
Taken prisoner off-world and forced into slave labor, Sam fights for identify and freedom -- not only for herself, but for others as well. With spare phrasing, Nanda draws us into her struggle, with a fabulous tag line that just promises that Sam will win in the end!
Her name was Sam, and she knew little else. She thought it was short for another name, but she did not know what.
In the night, locked behind the wooden bars of her cell, she drew circles in the dirt. She could not remember how long she'd spent in the camp, or where she lived before.
Every time she tried to escape, they gave her extra food and the thick, sweet drink that didn't taste right.
Rec Category: Drama
Characters: Samantha Carter, original character
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
nandamaiAuthor's Website: nanda's lament (fanfiction)
Link: Creak
Why This Must Be Read: Drugged, watched, and stripped of her memory, Sam is still wonderfully and powerfully herself!
Taken prisoner off-world and forced into slave labor, Sam fights for identify and freedom -- not only for herself, but for others as well. With spare phrasing, Nanda draws us into her struggle, with a fabulous tag line that just promises that Sam will win in the end!
Her name was Sam, and she knew little else. She thought it was short for another name, but she did not know what.
In the night, locked behind the wooden bars of her cell, she drew circles in the dirt. She could not remember how long she'd spent in the camp, or where she lived before.
Every time she tried to escape, they gave her extra food and the thick, sweet drink that didn't taste right.
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