A/N: Well, i was pleasantly surprised after my previous update. A new review so fast. I am very happy. I would like to just issue a WARNING. There is swearing and Sam is a little, okay, ALOT, OOC in this, which, will be addressed later on in the story, and will go in to more detail in the second part of the Project Storm Trilogy, THE MISSING YEARS. Though i have ideas for that story, and the final one, i will not be starting them as i would like to manage to finish this until it is done.

Italics are thoughts, if you couldn't figure that out.

No disclaimer, want one, read Chapter 1.

Now, read on, and uh, enjoy...

Chapter 3

This has to be an alternate reality. An alternate reality where Torren is some kind of pre-teen super soldier and Samantha Carter is a malicious bitch. It has to be an alternate reality. It just, has too. Because there is no way, in any kind of hell not blown up by SG1, that Samantha Carter would have just shot Daniel. Daniel Jackson. As in the same Daniel Jackson that had been like a brother to her. And there was no way, absolutely no way, that she'd justify it by saying ' he was getting on my nerves'.

So, maybe they're reaction to Sam and Torren could have been a little better. And the reaction of those in the room not currently shocked about the Commander were completely within their rights to act so, defensively. And sure, if it hadn't been for a certain ex-space con and an overly annoying scientist with no sense when to shut up, they wouldn't be locked up in an even more intimidating holding cell than they've ever dealt with before.

But what would you expect? I mean, Vala's reaction was pretty expected. Technically, to us, we haven't seen either in three weeks. So it was natural for Vala to squeal and attempt to jump into Sam's arms for her traditional Vala hug. And Rodney, well, he's Rodney. Then again, shouting at the top of his currently squeaky voice in a rambled manner, and managing to immply something that, in the guards eyes, were either insulting or degrading about their Commander probably wouldn't have been one of his smartest ideas.

But did that really warrant the business end of a P90 slammed into Rodney's gut? Or the flipping of Vala's person hard into the concrete ground? Or the throwing of all of them in the as-for mentioned intimidating holding cell?

And she barely acknowledged us. She barely even said anything about us. All she said was 'holding cell, now." Three words. THREE WORDS! That's all...

And then, as if today hadn't been crazy enough, she leaves there, for FOUR hours! Like we weren't even worth immediate confrontation. And when she finally does show up, she threatens us. And not in the normal 'tell-us-who/what-you-are-or-unpleasant-things-will-occur' manner usually used when dealing with so called 'imposters'. No. More like the 'tell-me-who/what-you-are-or-this-bullet-goes-though-your-head' approach. And of coure Daniel being Daniel Jackson, he takes mediator. Speaking all political like with Elizabeth adding her two cents every now nd then. And he even to manages a possibility of and alternate reality. And before he even reaches a conclussion to his theory, there's a bang, a cry, a slump to the floor, and six words said. 'He was getting on my nerves'. What the FUCK?

And what am i doing? Standing here, mouth agape, staring at the brunette before me, trying to comprehend how the fuck we manage to get a reality where Samanth Carter, in all her intelligent and devious ways, turns out to be completely psycho. Yeah John, this is turning out to be an awesome day.

~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~

Sam stared down at the man on the floor, watching as the SG1 look-alikes ran to his side. She turned her head, catching 'John's' eyes as she did.

Well, he seems to be thinking quite a lot.

Her eyes return to 'Daniel's' form, watching as the blood pools from the wound in his shoulder.

Lucky. I was going to aim for the heart.

She flicked her wrist, and a guard stepped forward.

"Find Watson. Get her here. Now."

She didn't have to turn to know he'd already sent out the message. It was in her voice. 'Don't fuck around, or you're screwed'.

She continued to watch, tilting her head when 'Keller' attempted to slow the bleeding with 'Daniel's' jacket. She rolled her eyes. As if she'd kill him. Yet. She want's information. She won't get information if she kills one of the accomplices.

She heard footsteps approaching her, and tensed slightly. She knew who it was of course, but that didn't stop teh reaction. She locked eyes with 'John' for a moment. His eyes were narrow, and speculative. He saw that.

She turned, nodding as Dr Alison Watson appeared in the doorway. Sam inclined her head toward 'Daniel', and Alison rushed in. The guards raised teh guns, forcing 'SG1' and 'Keller' away. Alison assessed his wound, then getured to two of the guards. They ran out of the room, returning in only seconds with a gurney. They lifted him on, and rolled out of the cell. Sam reached out, grabbing Alison's arm. Her eyes still locked on the 'Expidition', she spoke clearly.

"Blood sample. Check it against the records we have available."

Alison nodded, turning her head toward the cell. She raised her eyebrow, communicating with Sam silently.

"Yeah. Them too. Come back once you've finished on him, and when i've finished in here."

She nodded, then ran out of the room. The doors shut behind her, but Sam kept her eyes on the people in the cell. She moved forward, until she was right against the bars seperating them.

"Here's the thing. I don't really care who you are. All i want to know, is why you're here, and what you want. And here's how it's going to work. Until you tell me, things will continue to get very messy in here. Every hour, i will come back, on teh hour, and if you still refuse to tell me, i'll shoot one of you. And every time i shoot one of you, the bullet drifts dangerously close to said person's heart each time. So, if i were you, i would start talking."

They kept silent, just staring at Sam as if she was some kind of psychopath. Which, was understandable. She did seem pretty psychotic at the moment, hell, most of the time. But that was understandable too. Anyone would seem pretty psychotic after what she'd been through. After what she'd seen and what rests on her shoulders. After ten minutes of nothing but staring, Sam growled, turned on her heel, and left the room. She'd be back, and it would be another three bullets wasted before she learnt anything.

~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~

Holy SHIT! What the fuck? Oh this is so not turning out as a good day for you Johnny boy...

A/N: Well, wasn't that dramatic. Now i would really, really like to get to at least 15 reviews before i post the nest chapter, which i will start right not, if my brother doesn't take the laptop off me. Review PLEASE.