By: MajorSam

Rated: Pg-13

Summary: Blackness comes

Spoilers: None

Pairings: Slightly S/J

Season: Future

Disclaimer: All original characters and stuff ain't mine!

Authors Notes: Yeah, just a tiny one, I was given the sentance "Tears of rolled down my cheeks" as a story starter, and this is what I got. Second fic i've ever finished, I hope you all like it! All feedback welcome, Flames will be used to bake cakes.

Tears of pain rolled down my cheeks. "Please!" I scream, "Please, stop it!" but the words don't come out. They just keep going. Torturing, searing, burning, laughing. Some of them just circle me, leering, staring at my broken body up and down. I used to pray that my team would come for me, dramatically overcoming all odds and rescuing me from this god-forsaken place.

I gave up that hope long ago. At least, I think it was long ago… I have no idea how long I've been here. Perhaps my whole life. The pain has erased any memory of my previous life. Any happy memory I might have once had is gone, just a hazy unknown corner of my brain. Did I ever have any happy memories? I barely remember what the word "happy" means. All I know is pain. The pain when they torture me, the pain of knowing this is the rest of my life. Just a tiny dark cell, reeking of human decay, riddled with the screams of everyone here, including my own, reverberating in my head, driving me slowly crazy.. The cell, and the pain. Nothing else.

The bashing stops abruptly. They release me from my chains, I crash to the ground. I can't even move but for the sobs that shake me. I fall into blackness in an instant.

I hear loud noises. People are yelling, screaming, dying. A man bursts into my cell, and the light blinds me temporarily. I can only see his silhouette, dark, but... it seems familiar… I don't remember who it is, but I feel the need to tell him. He deserves it.

I try to speak, but I can't. My throat is in shreds from screaming. The dirty air clogs it even further He gives me a weird gesture. I don't know what it means… doesn't he get that I have to tell him!? I try to speak again. I can't! I have to, please! I can barely breathe; my body is drained from the simple task of trying to speak.

"I'm sorry…" I whisper. I don't know if I said the words, or if that was just my hallucinatory mind, playing tricks, as it endlessly does. Please let me have said them, he has to know…

Then the blackness comes, for the last time.