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Apostate Angel

Chapter 7

Casey had called Sam, and the O'Neills had walked to the park with the Jacksons. Jack and Daniel were pushing Emily and Evelyn on the swings, and Amber and Nicholas were playing happily together on a blanket.

"How's Daniel taking it?" Sam asked, her eyes betraying her worry.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. He's struggling with it, but how far he's gotten toward acceptance…" Casey shrugged. "Wade isn't dealing with it any better. They're both stubborn. I don’t know that they'll ever be friends, let alone brothers. Other than genetically, I mean."

Sam nodded her understanding. She pulled Amber away from the edge of the blanket, handed her a toy. "How are you dealing with all of this?"

She gave a surprised look at her friend. "Me? I don't think it matters what I think about it."

"I didn't ask what you thought about it. I asked how you're dealing with it. Still having that nightmare?"

Casey winced. She had told Sam about the nightmare, needing to talk to someone, unable… unwilling to talk to Daniel, to add to the burden of stress he was already dealing with. "Yeah."

"And Daniel hasn't…changed it?"

She shrugged, looked away. "Maybe he can't."

"I don't believe that."

She shrugged again. "It will pass. They always do." Nicholas had crawled to her, she picked him up and cuddled him.

Sam studied her for a minute, then stood up. "Want to swing?"

She shook her head. "Go ahead. I'll keep an eye on Amber for you."

The colonel nodded. She had been hoping that Casey would offer to do just that. She needed to talk to her other friend. Knew that he was hurting just as badly as Casey was. "Hey, Daniel," she said lightly. Jack and Evvie had gone to the slipper slide, leaving the coast clear for a little heart to heart.

"Hi, Sam."

"How's it going?"

"As well as can be expected, I guess."

"Down, Daddy!" Emily said. Daniel stopped the swing. He watched as Emily ran to where Jack and Evvie were playing. Jack waved at them, helped both toddlers climb and was there to catch each of them.

Sam sat down in the swing, moved gently back and forth. "She's still having that nightmare."

Daniel jerked. "She told you about it?"

"She needed someone to talk to," Sam said gently.

"And she couldn't come to me?"

"Sometimes an…outsider…is easier to talk to."

He nodded. "I guess. I keep trying, but she keeps blocking me. I don’t think she even knows that."

"Maybe you should tell her. From what she told me, it sounds…brutal."

"I wouldn't know. I only saw it once…I was so shocked I didn't do anything except back away," he admitted.

"Then you don’t know that it's become…abusive."

"Oh, god," he moaned softly. "Do you know any of the…details?"

Sam shook her head. "Not really. Only that at first the two of you are making love, and then Wade comes in, and the two of you…rape her…and…" she broke off, looked over at Jack. He was down on the grass, the two little girls trying to tickle him.


"Daniel, I know she hasn't actually remembered anything. Because I haven't. I think it's just that her mind is…creating things… with what information she has."

"Oh, Christ, I'm beating her too?" 

Sam bit at her lip. The look on his face had her wishing she hadn't said anything at all. "Evidently Wade is in on that as well."

He looked over at Casey. She was holding both Amber and Nicholas. He could hear her singing softly to them. "Thanks, Sam. I'll take care of it."

The tall blonde smiled. "I figured you would." She stood up. "It's getting close to bedtime. I know two little girls who need a bath, a bedtime story, and sleep."

Daniel smiled at her. "Yeah. It's almost snuggle time for us." He walked over and grabbed Emily, surprising her, resulting in a scream followed by giggles. He carried her to where Casey still sat with Nicholas. "Ready to go home, Angel?"

She smiled up at him. "Yep. It's almost snuggle time."


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She brushed her hair. Washed her face…again. Brushed her teeth…again. Rearranged the bottles of lotion on the dresser. Organized her jewelry box.

"Are you going to come to bed?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Sure, in a minute, Sweetheart," she said quickly. Too quickly, he noticed.

"Let me change it, Angel," he said softly.

Her head jerked up. "Change what?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

She lowered her eyes. "Maybe I won't have it tonight," she murmured.

"Maybe not. But if you do, let me help you. Don't shut me out."

Her eyes grew haunted. "I can't, Daniel. It's…you wouldn't…no, I can't."

"It's just a dream. Images, not real. I seem to remember having this discussion, the other way around," he said, smiling at her.

She couldn't help but smile. "What you dreamed…as bad as it was, wasn't anything like this."

"Don't try to protect me, Casey. If it's hurting you, it's hurting me. I can change that. I can make it…better. Please, Angel, let me do that for you. I've hurt you so badly, let me help you to heal."

She took a deep breath, blew it out slowly. She looked at him; his eyes were as full of pain as they were of love. He needed to do this, as much as she desperately needed for him to do so. She wasn't sure how many more times she could have that dream before it started affecting her during the daytime. Already she found herself flinching if he reached for her too quickly. She nodded.

His smile widened, and he held his hand out to her. She took it, just the feeling of his long, strong warm fingers wrapping around hers bringing her comfort.

She tried to fight sleep, hoping that if she could make herself tired enough, it wouldn't come. Without realizing it, she drifted off.


The room was luxurious, candles added their warmth and light and scent to the dim room. She poured a chalice of wine, drank it slowly. A door to the side of the room opened, and he came out, naked, ready for her. So handsome, so virile. He stepped into the light. It was Daniel. She reached out for him, he smiled at her. She held him in her arms, he made love to her. He kissed her, then looked down at her.

"You slept with my brother." His eyes were suddenly hard, cold.

She felt tears form in her eyes. "I didn't know! I didn’t know he was your brother! I didn't know what was happening!"

"You slept with my brother!" he repeated, his voice now as cold, as accusing, as his eyes.

"I'm sorry!"

"So, big brother, are you going to share?" a voice asked from the other side of the room.

"She's already fucked you. Take what you want," was Daniel's cold reply.

"No! Oh, god, Daniel, no! I love you! Only you!"

Wade dropped down beside them, Daniel rolled off of her. "Thanks, big brother," he said, as he roughly entered her body.

Daniel stared into her eyes as Wade moved on top of her. "Do you still want both of us?"

She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her arms were at her sides, she lay motionless beneath the man thrusting on top of her. "I never wanted that! Only you! I want only you, Daniel, love only you!"

Daniel pulled Wade off of her, then yanked her to her feet. "Ride him!"

"No, please, don't make me do this!"

He pushed her, Wade reached up for her, pulled her down to straddle his hips. She cried out when she felt Wade enter her. She screamed when Daniel thrust his full length into her unprepared ass.

"Please, Daniel, no!"

"Move! Ride him!" He slapped her on the side of the head.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, she began to move her hips, slowly.

"Ride me, whore!" Wade demanded. He reached up and slapped her face.

"Please, Daniel, no," she begged.

She screamed in pain when he pulled roughly from her body. He yanked her to her feet, slapped her across the face. Then backhanded her with brute force. Her body flew across the room.

"You wanted this, now deal with it!" he said, his eyes cold and angry and full of hate.

"Hey, you got off a little bit ago. My turn," Wade complained, climbing to his feet. He grabbed her, slapped her as she fought him, shoved her against the wall and entered her, so roughly that she cried out in pain. "Quiet!" he said, slapping her again.


Daniel heard her soft cries, felt her body trembling. He took a deep breath. From what Sam had told him, this wasn't going to be easy. He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. "Let me see, Angel," he whispered in her ear. "Let me help you, protect you. Please, Angel, don't shut me out."


She was on her knees, crawling toward him. "I love you, Daniel, only you," she said, her face covered with bruises. Her nose was bleeding, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.

He winced as he watched his 'dream self' pull her to her feet.

"If you love me so much, why did you fuck my brother?" the dream Daniel asked coldly.

"I didn't know he was your brother," she whispered.

"She was so stoned she didn't know what was happening," Daniel said loudly. "If anything, he raped her. She was in no condition to give her consent to do anything."

The dream Daniel sneered at him. "She knew what was happening. She kissed him back. She wrapped her legs around his hips when he started fucking her!"

Daniel shook his head. "Yeah, and when you sneeze, don't you automatically raise your hand to your mouth and nose? It was a automatic physical reaction." He walked over to where his dream self still held her. "Let her go."

"Fuck off."

He took her hand, gently pulled her toward him. When the dream Daniel tightened his grip on her arm, he shoved his hand through that sneering, angry face. "Let her go," he said again, his voice deadly quiet.

The dream Daniel seemed momentarily confused. "What the hell are you even doing here? Why wait so long?"

He took advantage of the confusion, and pulled her to stand behind him. "All you need to know is that I'm here now. It's okay, Angel, you haven't done anything wrong. You're My Star, Casey, my Fantasy Angel. My Beloved."

Wade stepped closer. "Yeah, well I've had your 'star', big brother. She's a damn fine fuck."

His fist hit the man's face so quickly that neither of them realized what had happened until Wade's nose began to bleed. "If you want to hit somebody, try picking on someone your own size."

The dream Daniel was trying to reach for Casey. "Get over here! You're going to take both of us, until I say otherwise!"

"I don’t think so!" Daniel said. He hit the dream Daniel as hard as he could, watched with satisfaction as he disappeared. He turned to Wade. "You raped my wife."

"I did no such thing. She was there for…companionship," the dark haired man smirked.

"Sure, that's what they said to get in the door. She was there to rescue me!"

Wade stepped back.

"I didn't listen to her when she tried to warn me. I hurt her, badly, with what happened in Seleconne's camp. She still loved me enough to come after me, to keep me from ending up like you, a slave in a pleasure house."  Daniel didn't realize that not only would he 'fix' this dream for Casey, he was finding a way to deal with his own guilt, as well.

The dark haired man took another step backwards.

Daniel stared angrily at the man. "You knew she was given drugged wine, given pot to smoke, you knew that she had no idea what was happening. You took advantage of that. You stripped her, then you climbed on top of her. She had no chance to tell you no!"

Another step backwards.

"I love her! I adore her! Casey is my Beloved, and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make up to her for all the pain I've caused. You will not bother her again! You will leave my Angel alone!" Daniel stepped forward, and swung his fist. Wade vanished.

Casey was standing where he had left her; naked, trembling, her face bruised and battered.

He walked over to her, pulled her into his embrace. "It's okay, Angel, it's over. I promise." He kissed her gently, moved his fingers over her face until the bruises disappeared. He led her to the cushions. "Let me love you, Angel, let me show you how much I love you," he whispered.

He made love to her, slowly, gently.


Daniel opened his eyes. He was sure that he had finally rid her of that nightmare. Damn was he horny! He might have made love to her in that dream, but it sure as hell hadn't done anything but work him up!

She snuggled closer to him, her hips pushing back against him.

Oh, hell! He was hard as a rock. He grinned at that thought. Remembered a song by that title, and what she had done…shit! That was only making it worse! He kissed her shoulder, eased the top of her teddy down as far as he could. His hand moved to her breasts, caressing them, tugging at her nipples until they hardened.

She murmured something, rolled to her back.

He grinned, then lowered his head to suckle on those sweet, rosy nipples. His hand moved over that soft, firm flesh, molding them against his palm.

"I take it that my dream made you uncomfortable," she whispered sleepily.

He chuckled. "Yep."

She pulled away from him long enough to pull her teddy off. "I'm here, Daniel," she said softly.

With a groan, he stripped off his boxers, moved over her, slid into her warm, wet well. "It appears to me that dream of yours worked you up a little bit too," he teased.

She smiled up at him. "Yep."

He made love to her, took them both to that special place where need exploded into sweet release. He rolled over, held her tightly.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I don't think I'll have to worry about that dream any longer."

"You're welcome, Angel. If it comes back, I'll take care of it," he promised.

She kissed his shoulder, then closed her eyes. Now she wouldn't have to be afraid to go to sleep. His words still danced in her mind. He loved her, she was his Beloved. All was good in her world once again.

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