Universal Consequences – Prologue
Drip.
Drip. Drip.
Drip.
The steady sound of water dripping from the drain in the small bathroom was the only thing keeping her sane.
Drip. Drip.
One would think that the constant 'drip' noise as the water ran from the basin and hit the surface of the drain below would drive any normal person to a reasonable modicum of insanity, or at least drive them to call a plumber to fix the problem - and perhaps it would were she a normal person in a normal situation.
But it wasn't a normal situation.
Sam had given up any notion of 'normal' when she first stepped through a great stone ring and was transported across the galaxy almost fifteen years ago. Since then, all the things she had seen and done before this momentous occasion paled in comparison to learning the secrets of the universe.
Right now, however, she was simply trying to keep her mind occupied to prevent herself from loosing it. Clutching uselessly at the sound of water drops passing seconds into minutes into hours.
She wearily cast her gaze over her surroundings- her analytical mind running a mile a minute trying to come up with a solution to her latest problem. Were she at home, she would already have her laptop out (or failing that, a pen and piece of paper) mapping out the contents of the room she now found herself in and the probabilities that would come with escape. But she wasn't at home.
She wasn't at home contemplating the virtues of good plumbing. She wasn't at work, either, noting that the familiar grey walls of the SGC would be a great comfort to her right now. Heck, she didn't even have her flack vest which usually carried all sorts of goodies to help her get out of just these situations.
According to her calculations six hours had passed since she was safely ensconced in her lab at the SGC. Running through vast amounts of data that one of the teams had brought back from whatever planet of the week they had come from, when a familiar blinding light bathed her person and she felt the pull of an Asgard transport beam. Her first thought was that possibly The Hammond was in orbit and her expertise was needed to fix said transport beam (because even being pulled into it she felt as if something was amiss) but whatever, or should she say whoever, had transported her did so without so much as a word of warning. Her analysis of the transport beam in motion had been correct. The caliber of the technology was not up to scratch because it was not one being used by an Earth vessel.
She barely had time to register the room she was brought to before she promptly passed out- some form of sedative gas strong on her sense of smell causing her to lose consciousness.
Now she was awake, her head still minutely fuzzy from the after effects of the sedative and taking in her surrounds.
It was the not knowing that was the frightening part. The spartan pristine walls of her prison not giving anything away as to who her captors were and what they wanted with her. The clean cot in the corner with its hospital grade crisp sheets combined with the familiar tang of some kind of disinfectant lingering in the air, alluding to some kind of medical facility.
But what kind? Hospital? Scientific? And what did they want with her?
She ran a gentle hand over her abdomen and hoped that the gas that rendered her unconscious was not harmful in any way to the little passenger whom had unerringly made the journey with her.
As if to answer her question she felt a lazy roll of movement from within her distended stomach. Ripples and bumps appeared under her BDU shirt as a stray foot found a comfortable perch. Well comfortable for baby, anyway... As Mommy's comfort didn't really get much of a say in proper foot placement.
All seemed okay with the baby… but without access to any form of monitor or doctor - she could never be sure. So moving on from that disturbing thought and the way she was captured, which according to her standard issue watch was approximately six hours ago (providing of course, she had only been out for hours and not days) That left her with the next set of questions to deal with.
Who had captured her? And why had they yet to show themselves?
The walls muffled any sound that could possibly be occurring outside her door. There was no window, no natural light informing her of the time gone by since she was plucked from her lab.
The idea that the Asgard were alive and somehow involved gave her insides a little jolt of excitement. She allowed herself to dwell on the possibility for a second before her rational mind took over once more. The Asgard were not involved. She had seen them destroy their world in order to stop their knowledge falling into the wrong hands.
Not to mention that so far, her capture had not exactly followed the usual procedure that an ally would.
But nevertheless, the only other option was that the Lucian Alliance had gotten their hands on a few of the modified cargo ships that belonged to the Jaffa nation, and Sam knew that the Jaffa would have rather destroyed the ships than to let them out of their sights and into the hands of the ruthless Alliance.
But this was clearly not a former Goa'uld cargo ship. Not even remotely related.
Not to mention the fact that in order for someone to beam her out of her lab in broad daylight, they would have had to had placed a marker on her person without her knowing about it and somehow disabled the jamming devices that she herself had created in order to get a lock.
For all of her musings, she was no closer to coming up with an idea as to whom had captured her. The chances of having a mole at the SGC were slim at best, but having a mole that was connected somehow to the Jaffa and the Lucian Alliance? Highly unlikely.
There was no way out, except a door that had no handle from the inside and no panels to pry off and short out the fuses. Nothing for Doctor Colonel Samantha Carter to work her lock picking abilities on or even hinges for her to MacGyver some kind of explosive and blow apart from the door frame.
Nothing for her to do but sit. Sit and wait.
Her captors had at least given her the small right to a utilitarian bathroom, the steady dripping of the foreign tap that was currently her savior.
And they had also brought her food and drink. Nothing fancy, but enough for her to quell the hunger she inevitably felt after a few hours of doing nothing. It had arrived, unaided by any kind of sentient life form, through a panel in the wall.
At first she was afraid to eat, terrified that there was some reason she was being given food after not having any clues as to where she was. The thought that the food, which arrived through a hole in the door at around waste height, could have been poisoned was one that she did not relish. Instead she approached the meal with trepidation as she tried a few small bites of each item, then waited for around an hour or so before eating the rest.
Clearly, whoever it was that had captured her, wanted her to live. Thank god for small favours, she thought to herself as she ran a hand over her distended stomach. Not eating was not an option. As if to confirm her revelation she felt the familiar flutters underneath her hand that signified the life that grew within, praying against all odds that she would be rescued soon from these faceless captors.
Drip. Drip.
Left with no other options, Samantha Carter could do nothing but concentrate on the steady dripping and hope that her situation would become apparent to her sometime soon.
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End Prologue
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