Elliot stormed out of the restaurant. "Any news?"
"No one saw anything on the street. Only people came out of the access shaft were the two unis," Fin said.
Overcome with frustration, Elliot punched the side of the building. With the blood coating his hands and sleeves, it was a powerful sight. "Where the fuck is she, Fin?"
Fin raised his hands in a calming gesture, taking a cautious step back. Everyone was used to dealing with an angry Elliot. You had to be light on your feet. "Practically every cop on the island is looking. We'll find 'em."
*
Pain lapped at her like roiling water. Sam tried to push herself further into unconsciousness, but she couldn't get deep enough to escape it completely. The pain grabbed her, dragging her back towards the surface. She fought, but it was stronger.
"That's it, Carter."
Sam whimpered, wondering why anyone would encourage her back into the throbbing in her skull. It consumed her, threatening to shatter her head into a million pieces. She curled onto her side, eyes squeezed shut and hands clamped to her head.
"Say something, Major."
Somehow she bit back the first thing that came to mind. "Oh boy."
Talking made the throbbing worse. She struggled to keep breathing steadily.
"You took a nasty bump there." Jack's voice was soft. Sam was thankful for his consideration.
"Yes, sir." Her reply was equally quiet, trying to minimize the echoes in her own skull.
"Concussion."
She hadn't even opened her eyes, and had no desire to, but she had no doubt about her condition. "Yes, sir."
A hand grazed the back of her head, and Sam flinched away. The sudden movement was a very bad idea, making her gasp. Now the hand was rubbing her shoulder.
"Ready to open your eyes?"
"No." But she did anyway. Sam knew she didn't have the luxury to lie around whimpering. Even though she started tentatively, the stab of light had her shut her eyes again instantly. It took several tries before she could keep them open.
Jack held up some fingers. "Do I need to ask how many?"
She was fairly certain no one had that many fingers on one hand. "Do I need to tell?"
He smiled tightly. Sam took as good a look at her surroundings as she could without moving. The glimmering walls were very telling. Very Goa'uld.
"Ship?"
"Indeed," Teal'c replied.
"Ship?" Olivia's voice parroted from behind her. "What do you mean ship?"
Sam had forgotten about the other woman, and cursed the fact that she had been involved. Jack helped her to sit against the wall, and Sam tried not to dwell on how the room was spinning around her.
Daniel fielded the question. "A space ship. The people that took us are aliens."
"Aliens? No. No way." Olivia shook her head. "They don't look alien."
"They are," Teal'c insisted. "The Goa'uld are parasites, they reside within a host and take control of their body. They crave domination and power above all else."
Olivia was clearly not convinced, and she laughed nervously. "So I guess this is what you couldn't tell us?"
"She's quick. I like that." Jack smiled good-naturedly. And really, Sam had to admit, she was handling herself pretty well. It was understandable that she was in disbelief, but at least Olivia was coherent and functioning.
Sam closed her eyes for a moment. "What do we know?"
"Apart from this being an elaborate trap? Well... there is no apart." Jack shrugged.
Eventually, six jaffa came and escorted them out of the room. Jack and Daniel supported Sam while she fought to stay conscious with every step. They were taken to the bridge, and Sam noticed they were on an Al'kesh. With cloaking technology, she assumed, since the Prometheus wasn't in pursuit.
And, knowing their luck, there was nothing back on Earth to tell Hammond they weren't even on the planet anymore.
Olivia stared out of the view port, slack jawed. They were passing Saturn, the dark velvet of space crowded with stars. A burst of color masked the stars, and Sam immediately recognized the hyperspace window before them. Olivia managed a gasp. The ship shuddered momentarily as they transitioned into hyperspace. Sam would have fallen without Jack and Daniel supporting her, and Teal'c kept Olivia from face-planting with a swift hand on her shoulder.
"Jesus," Olivia said.
"I thought it was prudent to wait until we were out of your vessel's sensor range to initiate hyper launch." The modulated voice came from behind them, filled with smugness. When she turned with Jack and Daniel, she saw the overweight man from the tunnels, only this time in a flowing dark green robe rather than a business suit. Two more jaffa flanked him.
Jack let go of Sam and took a step forward. "You know, I don't think we've met. Miss Manners would be very upset."
"Yes, how unseemly of me." The Goa'uld was clearly amused. "I am Onaman, though your planet's law enforcement would know me as Victor Hogan. At least, he has been mine for several weeks now."
"Yeah? How's that working out for ya?"
"I found the experience most interesting. But enough formalities. You are now the property of Our Lady Bastet."
Jack gave a little curtsey. "Honored, I'm sure." The jaffa beside Jack hit him in the stomach, forcing him to double over.
This time when Onaman smiled, it was as a wolf baring its fangs. "The honor is all mine. I will take great pleasure in breaking you."
