Summary: An attempt to abduct both Sam and Cassie is made. What the assailants don't count on is Jack being there.

Rated: T

Set after season 8, beginning of season 9.

This fist chapter is really short, but I will post again soon I promise.

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Chapter 1

"Get down." Jack said as he pushed Cassie down behind him. "Sam…"

Sam handed him a gun from a kitchen drawer. "The ammo is in the dining room."

Jack nodded and Sam crawled cautiously towards the dining room. A shot narrowly missed her as she scrambled behind the wall. The next shot did not miss. With a groan Sam slumped against the wall.

"Sam!" Cassie jumped up to run to Sam, but Jack yanked her back down to the floor.

"Down!" He growled. "Carter?"

"Here sir." Sam said. "I'm hit."

Jack flipped open his cell phone and dialed the SGC. "I need General Landry. This is General O'Neill."

"Jack, she's hurt." Cassie said, clutching his arm tightly. Jack put his hand over hers.

"General, this is urgent. I am at Colonel Carter's home and we are under fire. We request assistance immediately. Colonel Carter has been shot." Jack paused for a reply. "Thank you General." He shut his phone and put it back in his pocket.

Sam was slowly moving towards the ammo drawer. She reached up and pulled out the drawer. Another shot hit the wall above Sam's head. Sam recoiled. "I take it they are still watching us." Sam mumbled.

"Sam? Sam! Are you okay?" Cassie was frantic.

"Cass, do what Jack tells you. I'll be okay." Sam said quietly.

The sound of breaking glass made them all jump.

Jack pushed Cassie to the floor behind the kitchen island. "Stay here. Do not go to Sam. Stay."

Sam's front door was being unlocked and then opened slowly.

"Crap" Jack muttered. "Here we go."

Two assailants entered slowly.

Jack really wished he had a gun with ammo. He could hear them moving towards Carter's position. He was torn between helping Carter and protecting Cassie. He glanced at Cassie. She was propped up against the island with her hands over her face.

Someone was approaching their position. Jack readied himself. The man slowly stepped into view. Jack reacted swiftly, taking the man down and disarming him. The other assailant was preparing to move on Sam when she surprised him with a kick to the knee. Jack quickly disarmed him and pinned him.

Cassie jumped up and grabbed the duct tape from a drawer. She quickly taped the unconscious man's arms and legs together. She then rushed into the dining room to find Jack still holding the other assailant down and Sam propped up against the wall. There was blood all over Sam's right shoulder and chest.

"Cass, towels now." Jack barked as she threw him the tape. He quickly restrained the man and then knelt down next to Sam.

"First aid kit…kitchen." Sam rasped. Jack examined the bullet's entry wound. It was a couple fingers width below her collar bone on the right side. Jack suspected Sam had a punctured lung.

Cassie appeared with an armful of towels and the first aid kit.

"Carter, I'm going to need to…" Jack stammered, gesturing to her wound.

Sam looked up at him, eyes full of pain. She nodded.

Jack opened the first aid kit and grabbed the scissors. He cut Sam's t-shirt so he could get at her wound. Jack tried his best to preserve her dignity, just making the hole in her shirt a bit larger. He poured some antiseptic on a towel and tried to wipe some of the blood away. Sam jerked and bit her lip. Jack pressed a folded towel into her wound. Sam gasped and tried to take a deep breath, but she struggled. Jack could feel the rattle in her chest and heard the gurgle of blood in her lung. He gently leaned her forward. The exit wound was also bleeding. Jack grabbed another towel and pulled Sam gently towards him. He pressed the towel against the exit wound on her back and pulled Sam against him. She let her head rest against his chest. "Sir."

"Sam, don't talk. Just focus on breathing, okay."

"Cass, grab me two more towels." Jack said.

Cassie grabbed the towels and Jack pushed Sam forward enough to change the towel on her entry wound. He pulled her hard against him, trying to put pressure on both wounds.

The sounds of doors slamming and people running towards the house filtered though the open door.

"Colonel Carter? General O'Neill?" A voice asked from the front door.

"Yeah." Jack said.

"This is Major Thomas, we're coming in."

"Hurry, Colonel Carter needs medical."

A medical team rushed in with a stretcher. "What happened General?"

"The Colonel was shot; I think she may have a collapsed lung."

"All right General, we'll take it from here."

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