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Chapter 2.

Jack ran out of the lift the second it stopped. He was quickly met by Daniel in the corridor. "What happened?" he asked him as they both ran on down the corridor.

"They crashed. An airman saw the wreckage on his way home and called it in." Daniel explained.

Before he had chance to ask another question they entered the observation room to the OR. Jack looked down to see Sam lying on the table. Fraser and her team were already well in to the difficult task of trying to save her life. Janet looked up and saw the worried look on Jack's face.

"Multiple injuries Sir, not to mention a bullet that was shot right into her chest." she said pointing to the bullet wound on Sam's chest, high up, almost on her collar bone. "We've called the Tok'ra they're on their way with a healing device. I'm not sure what good I can do alone." she told him honestly.

Jack turned and walked away, off to find out how long the Tok'ra were going to be? "How's Grace?" he asked as he and Daniel both walked towards the control room. Daniel suddenly stopped, confusing Jack who stopped and turned to face him." Daniel?

"When the airman found Sam, she was alone in the car. We've got people searching the area in case she got out to find help. We're also checking the hospital to see if anyone matching her description was found or brought in." Daniel said before hesitating, "So far nothing. We think someone else must have took her, Jack." Daniel told him.

"Then we have to find her." he said, turning back towards the control room.

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Grace was lay on a hospital bed. Her wrists and feet were tied to the railings by thick leather straps. They hurt like hell, her whole body was aching. Although she struggled against the leather straps she knew she had no chance of freeing herself from them. She looked around the room she had found herself in once more, it was some sort of lab. Not like Sam's, but a medical one. Tubes and other things and loads of medical equipment were everywhere.

There was another table in the corner, next to it a small trolley covered over by a cloth. She instantly knew it was some sort of operating table. Other than her surroundings she had no idea where she was. She did however know that she was in pain, a lot of pain.

After having been around when the weapon made by the Asgard had been fired she had found none of her abilities seemed to work well, if at all. It was like the technology within her had been damaged but not removed. Although her body would still heal itself if she was injured, it did so very very slowly and offered no help with the pain as it had before.

Just as the pain was getting worse she heard footsteps approaching. A man walked over to her, dressed in a long white doctors-style coat.

"Who are you? Where the hell am I?" she asked.

She got no answer but instead the guy pushed her top up, revealing her toned stomach and the many bruises on it, she watched as he pulled a syringe out of his pocket. She could do nothing as he jabbed it hard into her stomach, releasing whatever was in it.

She could instantly feel the fluid, burning as it travelled through her system, it got hotter and hotter as it moved through her blood, it was becoming unbearable to tolerate, hard to breathe. As it travelled right through to her heart she couldn't help but scream in agony.

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Jacob stood over Sam where she lay in recovery in the infirmary. She was still in a very bad way, the operation having done little to mend her many wounds. It was honesty a miracle she was still alive and everybody knew it.

Jacob held a healing device in his hand and stood patiently waiting for it to heal his daughter. Finally, as her wounds disappeared she blinked her eyes open. Taking a second to look around until reality hit her. She shot up in the bed, "Grace!" she yelled.

"Easy Carter." Jack said as he supportively held onto her shoulders.

"Jack, they took her. They forced my car off the road. She was hurt and some men took her. God, she wasn't moving, what if she's…" Carter rambled.

"Sam we'll find her. She'll be fine." Jacob told her, putting his arm around her and kissing her head. "We'll find her." he reassured her.

Jack just watched, praying that she was ok.

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Grace was still lay on the same bed. Still tied up, there was nowhere she could go. The burning pain had gone but had left her feeling nauseous and weak. She lay staring blankly at the ceiling, only looking away when she heard more footsteps approaching. She prayed they wouldn't belong to someone who was going to inject her with more of…whatever that stuff had been,

When she saw a woman walk up to her she decided to plead to her maternal instinct. Something she didn't really know about, but something Teal'c seemed to talk about a lot. "Lady please, you can't keep me here like this. Please let me go." she begged, "Where's my Mom?"

"Sweetie, I can't do that." the woman said as she gently stroked the hair back off Grace's face, examining a cut that was on her forehead. She pulled out a small tape measure and measured the gash before making a note of it.

"What do you want from me?" Grace asked.

"Are you kidding me." The woman replied with a huge smile, "You are so important Gracie." she continued. Grace hated how the woman spoke like they were great friends, her over friendly tone nerved her. "You are going to help us discover great things and you will become something…someone so great."

"Like what?" Grace asked, confused.

"Let's face it sweetie, we both know how you were made. Both your parents are wanted studies on their own but you….you will help us discover things we never knew, could never know! We're gonna make you realise your potential here." she told her.

"You need to let me go!" Grace said trying to sound as threatening as possible. "Tell me where my Mom is! Is she here? Is she hurt, is she ok?"

The woman just laughed and pulled out a syringe. "Stop your worrying."

Grace cringed, praying inwardly that the syringe wasn't more of what she had been given earlier. "What is that?" she had to ask, needing to know whether she needed to prepare herself for the pain like before.

"It's just a little something," she said injecting it into the crook of her arm, "that will help with this." she said finishing and taking out another empty syringe. This one she injected into her stomach before pulling it back, in doing so filling it with Grace's blood. "It will help me read what's going on in your blood better." she told her.

Grace closed her eyes and shook her head, praying this was all just a dream. She was startled when she felt the trolley she was lying on get pushed across the room, near to where experiment tubes and a machine that she hadn't noticed earlier was.

She watched as the woman, all the while making notes, placed a sample of her blood into five different test tubes before placing them all into different machines. Grace could only continue to feel confused as she watched her. That was till a wave of pain began to hit her again. She groaned with the notion. Hating feeling so weak. She couldn't tolerate pain anywhere near as well as she used to be able to, after the war with Fifth and the Replicators anyway.

Suddenly the trolley was pushed again. Right into position by the machine she had been so curious about. Again she could do nothing as the woman placed small cables attached to what Grace would describe as small sticky back disks, to her skin. Some to her arms, her chest and her forehead.

"What are you doing?" she asked the woman, curious and confused. The woman had now been joined by the same man who had injected her earlier.

"Prepare yourself sweetie. This might hurt a bit." the woman said to her with an encouraging smile.

Grace looked at her, confused, until suddenly she screamed in pain as, with the flick of a switch on the machine, pain shot through her body, all over it, like electricity that was being forced around her body.

TBC

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