Abduction

I'm sorry. This one's barely bigger than the last one.

In case anyone didn't know, the incident Fraiser was referring to was when Hathor (a Goa'uld Queen) infiltrated the SGC and ended up controlling all the men. Teal'c and 5 women saved the day, but the men made a fool of themselves (particularly poor Daniel).

She was flat on her back. She opened her eyes a crack.

A man in a white coat stood with his back to her, staring at a computer screen. She looked to her left. An instrument tray, unguarded. If only she wasn't tied up. No, wait. She wasn't. She couldn't feel metal on her wrist or ankles. She wasn't bound. Don't rush. You'll only get one chance. Your legs will never support you. Choose what to take now. Scissors, scalpels, forceps, probes. She didn't have the strength to run now. She'd be handcuffed again. That probe on the left might serve as a lock pick, the largest scalpel a serviceable weapon. OK. On three. One, two, three!

Sam wrenched herself over, half rolling, half falling off her gurney and onto the floor. She heard the man shout,

"What the? Hey! Hey, security!" Her hands scrabbled for the probe, the scalpel. Hands grabbed at her, pulling her back. The scalpel drew blood from her. She dropped it, not trying to fight the hands. She slipped the probe into her waist band. She saw the second man run in as hands pinned her back to the gurney.

"What happened here?"

"I tell you Doc." The security man said. "She's trouble this one. Hope you didn't pay for her."

"She made an escape attempt." The first man said curtly, "it failed." No it hasn't. Not yet.

"What's her dose?"

"35mg time release. She was on a 5mg drip until half an hour ago."

"Put her on a 15 mg drip. We don't need her kicking up a fuss tomorrow."

"50mg?"

"She's plainly resistant." No. 50mg. She just wouldn't wake up. She'd lie comatose until they killed her. She whined feebly in protest as a needle dragged her skin. She didn't have the strength to do more. She couldn't fight that much drug. She yielded.