Title: Rumors of My Death…

Summary: Janet wakes up to a nightmare and finds out that everyone thinks she is dead. Is she dead and if not where has she been for the last nine months.

A/N: This fic bunny was suggested to me over a year ago by Sarah(spacemonkey) she's away at school and yes Sarah you are missed.So I finally got around to starting it and I think will be done with it soon. Special thanks to Livi for looking at it and giving me suggestions. Also to Maggie thanks sweetie for the help with the title the encouragement and the looksie! Oh and to Jean where
ever you are sweetie hope you feel better and Sid get your but back onto yim need to speak to you chickie! LOL okay enough of it on with the story and Feedback of course I want freaking feedback! LoL yeah getting more demanding in my older years.


RUMORS OF MY DEATH…
Part 1

The days are getting chillier here in Colorado Springs. That's the
first thing that goes through my mind.

I reach behind me to find my blanket but discover none there. I move
my feet around to see if I had kicked it off but I start to feel
dampness on my bed.

Dampness, why is my bed damp and why am I so freaking cold?

I start to wake up and wonder why my clothes are starting to cling to
my body?

I sit up. I'm startled to see what the hell is going on.

First, I'm not in my bed.

Bad sign.

I look around me.

I close my eyes and open them again.

This has to be a dream. That's the only logical explanation for all
of this.

Where the hell am I?

I stand up and look around. I am in my pajamas in the middle of a
field with mountains and hills around me.

I take a deep breath. Okay Janet, close your eyes, count to ten and
open them again. It's all a dream. I do that twice before I realize
it's not a dream. I am in the middle of nowhere in my pajamas
freezing my ass off.

Then realization hits me and I gasp.

Cassie, oh my God where is Cassie?

Did they take her?

Was I drugged and left here while they got away?

Oh my God I have to get home.

I have to call Sam and the Colonel.

They'll know what to do.

Cassie, my baby, somebody is going to pay if she's been harmed.

I start to run up the hill to see where I am. I almost slip on some
mud and look down to see I have no socks on. I get to the top of the
hill and see headlights; there is a road nearby. I start to run
towards the lights, praying in my head that I am not too late.

I don't even know where I am.

All I want to do is get home and see if Cassie is still there. My
main objective is to get to that road. When I finally make it, I
see a car coming and start to wave my hands frantically. They race
past me, probably wondering why I am barefoot and in pajamas on a
deserted road.

I try and hold back my tears. I need to be strong. I need to get
home; but it's no use. I'm disoriented and the tears start to flow. I
want to scream but I have to keep my cool. Cassie is depending on me.
I have to get to her and hurt whoever has done this to me.

My mind is racing. Was I the only one taken? What about Sam? She was
supposed to come over in the morning to pick me up. Was she taken
also? If she was taken and whoever took her thought they would get
away, then they had another think coming. Her team, lead by one very
angry, very dangerous colonel, would hunt down anyone who tried to
hurt her.

I kept walking and wondering who would do this?

What if it was Nirrti?

No, Sam said she was dead.

But then again, Goa'uld never die.

Or worse, what if it was the NID? They had wanted to get their
hands on Cassie since she was a little girl. Her blood has naquadah
in it, like Sam's; but unlike Sam she was born with it. It gave her
the ability to heal quickly as well as a phenomenal capacity for to
learning. She was amazing.

I suppressed a sob and my motherly instinct kicked in. I'd be damned
if they make her a lab rat! I promised to keep her safe and I don't
care who I have to hurt; I will die trying to keep that promise.

I've been walking for a while and it's almost sunrise. I am so deep
in thought that I don't hear the truck that's come close to me. The
older gentleman asks me if he can help.

I turn to look at him thinking I must look a fright but I don't
speak. I'm so grateful that he has stopped. I want to collapse to my
knees and thank God; but instead, I burst into tears.

He gets out of his truck and helps me into the passenger seat. He's
asking me if I'm hurt. I shake my head no and start to shiver. He
asks me if I am cold. I nod and he takes off his jacket, handing it
to me. I whisper my thanks. With his handkerchief, I wipe my tears
and blow my nose. He says no problem and that he was worried that I
didn't speak English because I hadn't answered him.

I whispered I did. I look at my hands and they're blue as if I've
spent too much time in the water. I see my feet are cut and I can't
stop myself from shaking.

I'm normally a very good doctor, but since I'm also the patient, I
don't see the beginning signs of hypothermia or the cuts on my feet
that are starting to bleed. He starts the car and puts the heater on
full blast. I feel my feet starting to ache as the circulation in my
hands starts to come back. So that's a good sign. Pain is good.

My rescuer's name is Archie Dunnley. He's up early because he has a
doctor's appointment. I hear him saying that I'm lucky it was him
that pulled over and not some nut job.

The old gentleman stares at me, waiting for an explanation. He must
be wondering why I'm out here in the middle of nowhere in my pj's.

I don't have an answer for him.

I pull the jacket closer.

Reaching under his seat, he asks if I want something to drink. I nod
yes. The thermos is difficult to hold. It has hot coffee in it. My
hands shake as I drink the warm liquid.

I hand it back to the nice old man.

He's quiet for a while.

He mumbles something that I barely hear and then says, "Oh, hell'.

Curiosity got the cat, because the gentleman asks me how I got out
here in the middle of Coal Creek on a deserted road in my pajamas.
Was someone after me? Or was I hurt in any other way?

I look at him. I'm still in Colorado? I'm 50 miles from my home in
Colorado Springs?

"I'm still in Colorado?"

Archie gives me a puzzled look and says yes, that we're in Coal
Creek. His next stop is Denver.

My mind is reeling. How the hell did I get here?

Oh god was I dumped here? Did my assailants think I was dead?

I need to get back to Colorado Springs quickly.

"Archie, I need to get to Colorado Springs. It's important. I have to
see if my daughter's all right. Please, I don't know how I came to be
here. The last thing I remember was telling my daughter good night
and then going to bed. I have to see if my baby is all right. Archie,
do you happen to have a cell phone?"

Archie shakes his head no. He says he's never needed one and then
grumbles about the way some folks drive with one hand on the wheel
and the other in their ear! I don't tell him about headsets or hands
free activation. It doesn't seem important.

Instead, the old boy asks if I want to go to the police. I so
desperately want to say yes but how would I explain my abduction to
them? I'm not thinking clearly. I have to get home and call the
SGC. I need help from the general and Sam. They will know what to
do.

I finally whisper no and that I need to get home. That is my main
priority.

Archie says okay but he's not sure it's a good idea. He knows a
mother's instinct cannot be thwarted. He isn't big on trusting
government agencies and understands why I don't want to go to the
police.

I thank him for his help as we head towards Colorado Springs.

I close my eyes and try to get my bearings. I have to stay strong. I
just need to get home. Over and over like a mantra, I whisper in my
mind that I need to find out what happened to me and make sure my
baby is all right.

Archie drove me to my house and I called out my thanks as I flew out
of the car. Leaping up the steps to the door I find it locked. I
start to bang on the door and yell out to Cassie.

I get no response.

My heart drops.

Where is she?

Who took her?

I look to the driveway and see that my car is not there.

Maybe she had gotten away?

I look at the yard; the grass had grown quickly over night.

I turn back to try and look through the living room window and see
that the new curtains I had made have been replaced by a sheet.

I run to the back to try to get in through the kitchen door.

I peek in and see that the house is empty. No trace that we had ever
lived here.

No trace of Cassie.

I pick up a rock and break the glass, reaching through to open the
door. I run inside and start to yell out her name but she isn't here.
Nothing is; just boxes and some furniture that doesn't belong to me.

It looks as if they were trying to just erase us.

I look into my room and my bed and furniture are gone.

The closet is empty.

I close my eyes, whispering to myself if this is a nightmare can I
please wake up now?

I hear a noise down the hallway and whirl around to see Archie
standing there.

"Miss Janet are you sure this is your house? It looks like some one
is moving in and well, if it's not I think we better leave. I'll take
you to the nearest hospital. You might be in shock or something."

I was about to burst into tears.

He didn't believe this was my house.

The house I had bought with my own money. The house where Cassie and
I had lived since we'd become a family

This was the home where my daughter would start her new life.

Our memories were gone. The memories of times spent with friends were
gone

"This is my house Archie. Something isn't right. I wish I could
explain it to you, but please, you've got to believe me. My daughter
is missing. They're trying to erase any trace of us."

He looked at me and held out his hand. I took it and he squeezed it.

"Okay Miss Janet. I'm a good judge of character. I believe you. Where
would your daughter go if she were in danger?"

I gasped and whispered, "Sam's."

He pulled me towards him, leading me out of the house and back to his
truck.

"So let's go to this Sam person's house. Let's see if she's there. If
not, we are going to have to contact the police, okay?"

I nodded my head as he started the truck and we headed for Sam's.
I sent out another prayer hoping Cassie was with Sam and safe.

If not, and Sam wasn't there or didn't exist, then I just hoped I
hadn't finally lost my mind as Archie thought I had.

I needed answers.

I needed them right now.

Sam was my only hope.

She would find the missing pieces of my puzzle.

TBC.