Rebellions and other day to day topics
Feb 18, 2014 23:36:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 23:36:30 GMT -5
Sam sat alone in her cell, looking at the heavy metal door in front of her. She'd been stuck here for three days, three days in a gloomy cell with nothing but spiders and the occasional mouse for company. And then there was of course, the guard who every few hours or so, came in to get her for one of her 'sessions'. She hated those. Her lovely guard, who she'd gotten used to calling Blah, would take her to a small room, with a single chair located in the center. Blah would then strap her in, and leave it to the professionals.
Then they would spend a hour with her, doing anything in their power to try and get Sam to answer their questions. 'Are you working for the federation?' 'Where are the others?' 'Who's the Doctor?', ext.ext. Even when she told the truth, they wouldn't believe her. After a while, she just started making up sarcastic replies to each of their questions. That didn't help her cause much, but at least she had fun watching the confused expression cross their faces.
She leaned against the stone wall behind her, moving moving her wrists against the cold metal shackles. For some reason they didn't trust her without them, she couldn't blame them for taking precautions. She closed her eyes for a second, what she wouldn't give to be back on the TARDIS right now. To take a nice long hot shower, and change out of her shredded clothes. She just wanted to be with the Doctor. She let out a tired sigh, her ribs aching with the effort. She wanted to be home.
Then they would spend a hour with her, doing anything in their power to try and get Sam to answer their questions. 'Are you working for the federation?' 'Where are the others?' 'Who's the Doctor?', ext.ext. Even when she told the truth, they wouldn't believe her. After a while, she just started making up sarcastic replies to each of their questions. That didn't help her cause much, but at least she had fun watching the confused expression cross their faces.
She leaned against the stone wall behind her, moving moving her wrists against the cold metal shackles. For some reason they didn't trust her without them, she couldn't blame them for taking precautions. She closed her eyes for a second, what she wouldn't give to be back on the TARDIS right now. To take a nice long hot shower, and change out of her shredded clothes. She just wanted to be with the Doctor. She let out a tired sigh, her ribs aching with the effort. She wanted to be home.
[@eighth/other on invite]