Author Note: Omigosh guys! I am SO SORRY!! Life kinda caught up with me and before I knew it a few weeks had gone by and I was like Oh Crap!! So here is the product of my hurried writing! Hope you like it! (please like it! And review, review, review!!)



Sam's eyes fluttered open. Everything around her was fuzzy, she couldn't make out anything. From the sounds, she could tell she was in the infirmary. She blinked hard.

Her vision cleared a bit. Janet Frasier was hovering over her. "Sam? How are you feeling?"

Sam took inventory, mentally checking herself. "I'm not sure… I feel okay. How long have I been here?"

Janet's brow furrowed. "Sam, you've been unconscious for five days." She started bustling around, checking Sam's IV and her vitals.

"Five days!" Sam struggled to sit up. "I have to get back to work!"

Janet pushed her back down. "Sam, you've been completely out. You haven't moved and for the first day you didn't even breath on your own! After you came through the 'gate, it was like you let go, or couldn't hold on anymore. You died, for a few seconds anyway, we were so worried." Janet glanced at her curiously, "Especially the colonel. He didn't leave the infirmary for three days. Not even to change clothes."

Sam's eyes widened. She was beyond words. The colonel hadn't left the infirmary? Why?

"What happened to you? All the colonel knew was that you had been tortured and the servant girl wouldn't say anything, hasn't since you guys came through the Stargate."

Sam looked down at her hospital blanket. "It's all kinda fuzzy. After they took me to the throne room for the first time, the most I remember is pain and darkness.

"I know they tortured me, pretty badly too. I'm not sure what they did to me though." Sam's eyes filled with tears and she brushed them away angrily.

Janet sat on Sam's hospital bed, careful not to upset any of her wires. "Are you okay Sam? After all that, I mean, from what I saw when you came back, it was awful. It almost killed you, it did kill you! I have to make sure that your okay."

"Janet, I have to go back to work. I've already missed too much," Sam pleaded.

Janet was shaking her head before Sam even finished her sentence. "I'm sorry Sam, but I have to keep you in the infirmary until I know how this is going to affect you."

Sam flopped back onto her pillow with a defeated expression on her face. "How long Janet?" she asked warily.

Janet made a face. "I'm not sure. Just until we know that there aren't any repercussions." Sam looked down. "Look, if you don't have any symptoms for a week, then maybe you can go back to working in your lab." Seeing Sam's excited expression, Janet added hastily, "But only light work and you'll need to stay on base overnight."

Sam's face dropped a little, but at least she got that much. Knowing Janet, she could have been stuck in the infirmary the entire time. "Okay," she sighed. "That's better than nothing I guess…" She trailed off, suddenly tired.

Seeing Sam's exhaustion, Janet said that she would be in her office if she needed anything and left.

Once Janet was out of sight, Sam let her eyes fluttered closed and she drifted off into a restful sleep.


Several days passed without incident. SG-12 came in from a mission, all bruised in beaten, but nothing else interesting happened. In fact, Sam was bored out of her mind. The colonel and the rest of SG-1 had come in to try to entertain her, but Janet wouldn't let them stay for long.

Even though Sam insisted that she was fine, keeping true to her word, Janet didn't let her out until the week was up.

"Okay Sam, use your freedom wisely, and I want you back in here at nine. Absolutely no staying up late." Sam opened her mouth to protest, but Janet beat her to it. "I want you to sleep in here so that I can keep an eye on you. You still haven't recovered completely."

Sam nodded reluctantly, "Alright Janet, but just for a few nights." Janet frowned. "I'll still stay on base, I promise."

Once Janet promised, Sam was out of there quicker than a bullet. She was in her office in five minutes flat, and at her computer in six. Finally, she could work.

Sam worked without stopping until Jack and Teal'c came by. "Hey, Carter! We heard you were out of the infirmary! You wanna go to somthin'? Like bowling?"

Sam looked up, smiling. "Janet restricted me to the base, I can't leave or anything."

Jack's face dropped a little, but he soon brightened up. "Well, we could go down to the commissary! Hey! Maybe they'll have cake!"

Sam spent the afternoon in the commissary, catching up on the current events on the base. She hadn't missed much, just a run-in with a minor Goa'uld that had resulted in a member of SG-13 breaking an arm.

It had felt good for her to smile and laugh along with the rest of her team. It felt like something was healing.

When Sam entered the infirmary at nine sharp, a broad grin had spread over her face. Janet was shocked, Sam was absolutely glowing with happiness.

To Janet's surprise, she changed into her pajama's and got into a hospital bed without complaint and, to Sam's surprise, was soon asleep. It wasn't restful though.

Hideous figures marred her dreams. Terrifying images were forced upon her. There was terrible pain that lanced through her body like a knife. She was woken by her own screams, shrieks of terror.

Sam's eyes flew opened just in time to see Janet running out of her office, a slightly panicked look on her face.

"Sam?! Are you alright? What happened?" Janet's cool hand moved to her forehead.

Sam was beyond words, able only to shake her head. She remembered, she remembered everything. It overwhelmed her, so it took her a minute to notice Janet still hovering over her like a concerned parent.

"Sam?" she asked, brow furrowed in confusion and concern. "What's wrong?"

"I-I remember what they did to me. Janet I remember everything.


A/N: Like I said, sorry! And please review! I really want to hear what you have to say! Suggestions, comments, likes dislikes! Thanks!! (P.S. Reviews encourage me to write faster because I feel appreciated!!) 3 Jemma!