Pairing: Jack/Sam

Disclaimer: I do not own SG-1 only Jordan. :)

Prologue

Have to keep going! Have to keep going! I have to keep going! The words repeatedly played in her head like a broken record. Adrenaline and sheer stubbornness were the only things that kept her going. Jordan had to get as far away from that place as fast as she could, because she knew they were coming after her. However, she could not continue for much longer. Her whole body hurt and she didn't even want to think about what all was wrong. Nevertheless, Jordan knew that if she wanted to live to see tomorrow, she would have to find help. And soon!

She was stumbling down a rather deserted part of town and it looked as if no one was around. No lights could be seen in the houses or stores along the road. Of course, the rain and her blurring vision were not helping anything. She continued down the sidewalk, using the walls of the buildings to help keep her standing upright. At long last, she caught a glimpse of light, coming from a place at the end of the street. Whether it was a house or a store, she couldn't tell. All she knew was that she had to get there as quickly as possible.

It seemed like hours had passed before Jordan came to the parking lot for the building that had its light on. Turns out, it was a very rundown Kwik Trip. There was only one car in the lot and it was a big truck. Her first thought was to stow away in the back of that truck so she could get even further away from that place, but logic got the better of her and she started the trek up to the store's doors. Passing the truck that was stationed at one of the gas pumps, Jordan grimaced as she saw the reflection of her face in its window. Her usually perfect, long brown hair was matted and plastered to her face with dried blood and there were multiple abrasions and bruises on her skin. Her face was almost unrecognizable beneath all the dirt and grime.

She was half way to the store and thinking she wouldn't be able make it, when the doors opened and a man walked out.

"Thanks again, Harry!" he was calling behind him to the other man in the store, "I'll see you later!"

He was walking straight towards her, and she knew he hadn't seen her yet because he was putting something into his wallet. Jordan tried to say something before he ran right into her but her throat was too raw to do so. All that came out was a strangled cough.

Startled, the man looked up but it was too late, he had already run into her. The next thing she knew, she was on the ground trying to get air back into her lungs. It was easier said than done. "Oh, I am so sorr. . ." His words were cut off when he got a good look at the girl lying on the ground. Jordan felt rather then saw the man kneel down by her side. Her sight was little more than tunnel vision and still diminishing. A coughing fit racked though her body as she tried, and failed, to breath in the precious air that her lungs were screaming for.

The man next to her rolled her onto her side and started to rub her back soothingly. "Hey, it's OK. Shhh. . . just take deep breaths. It's going to be ok." He continued to say reassuring things to her in a calming voice. When she had finally stopped coughing and her breathing was as normal as it was going to get in her condition, Jordan was barely hanging on to consciousness.

Suddenly she knew that her time was ticking down faster than she had first anticipated, they were quickly closing in on her position. She had to leave!

Struggling to stand up, she managed to get to her hands and knees before a wave of dizziness came over her. The man reached out a steadying hand when she started to sway.

"Take it easy," He said, "just lay back down and everything will be OK."

Jordan shook her head, but realized it was a big mistake when everything started to spin. Fighting the nausea, she took a couple deep breaths. "No . . . don't understand," she gasped. "Coming . . . have to go . . . not safe." At that moment, her limbs gave away. The man next to her caught her just in time to save her from face planting into the cement. The last thing she heard before she slipped into darkness was the man requesting an ambulance.

Author's note: Let me know what you think and if I should continue. Thanks! :)