A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews! It's great to know what you think of this story!

It may seem as though I'm running out of idea's for this - and this chapter may seem incredibly stupid towards the end - but I swear to you, I have a couple of idea's I'm playing with.

Saying that - I think this chapter is stupid. But I'm blaming psycho Jonas for this. That man just isn't stable! This is just one of his personalities. You have been warned.

No beta - all mistakes are my own.

12

Jack looked down at the sand covered steps beneath his feet as the wormhole disengaged. He knew his friends were watching him with goofy grins waiting for him to turn around so they could tease him.

Taking a deep breath he turned to face them. Sure enough, they were grinning stupidly at him.

"What?" he asked.

"So, you and Sam huh?" Ferretti asked.

"Thought you hated scientists, Jack," Kawalsky added.

"Shut up," he said as he made to push by them. They closed ranks, not letting him move from where they stood.

"Hard not to notice that mark on her neck," Kawalsky smiled.

"Was the sex good, Jack?"

"What mark? I haven't slept with her… in that way," he lied to his friends.

"Sure Jack, sure you haven't," Ferretti said, his voice filled with amusement as he and Kawalsky stared him down.

"Alright, fine, yes, I've slept with her. Happy now?" he asked as he spread his arms out to the side.

"Almost," Kawalsky replied.

"Charlie," Jack warned, knowing what was going to come out of his mouth.

"What? It's just a question Jack," he defended himself.

"Far too early," Jack replied, lengthening every word.

"Aw come on Jack! You're obviously in lust with her!"

"So what if I am?" he sighed.

"No smidge of love there?" he watched as his friend of many years looked at his boots. "Ha! I knew it!"

"Shut up Charlie," he warned.

"So, was it good?" he asked before wincing in pain as Jack pushed past him with his shoulder. He turned to face Ferretti and smiled. "Oh yeah, it was good!"

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Sam let out a muffled cry as he pressed the gun to her head. She could feel it imprinting on her skin. She looked around with scared and panic filled eyes. He was going to kill her. In front of everyone.

"Nobody move," he told Grayson and Jacob and the other people who had gathered around them. "Or a bullet goes through this pretty little head."

"Jonas," Jacob warned him as he held out his hand towards his daughter, the phone still to his ear.

Jacob looked at the normally well shaven and tidy man before him. It disturbed him to notice he barely recognised the man. He looked as though he hadn't slept, shaved or showered for days. His face, hands and clothes were dirty as though he had been sleeping on muddy grass for a few nights. Jacob reasoned he probably had been. He knew he wouldn't chance going back to the house he had bought with Sam.

Jacob couldn't see the other man's eyes well due to the overly large baseball cap he was wearing. But he knew from what little he could see, that they were crazed. The also too large jacket he was wearing covered part of his hands, that up closer inspection, Jacob could see that they were shaking.

"Put the phone on the ground," Jonas ordered him as he took the safety off the gun he was holding. "Quiet!" he bellowed to the crowd as they gasped or screamed drawing further attention. Jacob put the phone by his feet and raised his hands in surrender. "Break it."

Jacob looked Jonas in the eyes and dared not look away. He raised a foot and stomped on the phone. He only hoped someone in the crowd was brave enough to call the police for him.

"Him too," he nodded towards Grayson.

Grayson, wrapping up his quiet conversation with General Hammond, done as he was told. He set the phone by his feet and stomped on it.

"Now, my little whore," he whispered in Sam's ear as he nibbled on her lobe. "You've been a naughty girl. He's branded you, marked you as his own, but you're mine. You will always be mine. I know he made love to you Baby, but I know you like it rough. Big Bad Colonel O'Neill was too gentle for you, wasn't he, Baby?"

Sam swallowed back her tears and nodded, hoping that telling him what he wanted to know would get the gun away from her head.

"I love you Sammie. You know I do," he continued to whisper in her ear. "Run away with me," he said, his voice full of passion as he uncovered her mouth and caressed her jaw and neck. "We can be happy together, just the two of us. And maybe one day, if you're good and do what I say, I'll give you a child. Would you like that Baby? Would you like me to give you a child? Would you like to be a mother?"

Again she nodded, hoping to appease him. She looked towards her father with scared eyes and saw that he was looking back at her, his face mirroring her own.

"We need to go now, Baby. Nice, easy steps back," he told her as he began to walk backwards and finally moving the gun away from her head.

Sam heard people scream and realised that he was now manically waving the gun towards the crowd, commanding people to move out of his way. She heard sirens in the distance. Someone had called the police.

Before she knew what was happening, he hit her over the head with the butt of his gun. Spots clouded her vision as he turned her around and threw her over his shoulder and ran.

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"General Hammond, this is Dr. Daniel Jackson," Jack said, motioning from one man to the other and back again as he continued. "Daniel, this is General George Hammond."

"Welcome home Dr. Jackson," he said to Daniel before turning to face Jack. "Colonel? A word?"

"What? You said bring him home, he's home!"

"This isn't about the mission Colonel," he said as he began to walk away. Jack followed, hot on his heels as they walked into the control room. "It's Sam."

"What happened?" he went cold thinking about all the possibilities.

"Hansen has her. We don't know where."

"He got in to the mountain?" Jack spluttered.

"No. Her father called, asked her to meet him for lunch. She reluctantly went with an SF I assigned to her. They were about to head back here when he turned up and put a gun to her head. Jacob's upstairs in the briefing room."

"He's here?" Jack spat as he almost pushed past Hammond and ran up the stairs.

"Colonel," Jacob said sadly when Jack came to a stop at the top of the stairs.

"General," he spat as he walked over to the table and lay both hands on it. "You don't get that he's highly dangerous, do you?"

"Of course I do! I'm the one who warned her about him in the first place!" Jacob shouted at him.

"Then why make her go out in the open? That's exactly what he wanted! He has her now! Your daughter could be dead!" Jack shouted back, his face turning red with anger and worry.

"It was busy! I didn't think he would be stupid enough to do anything with so many people around."

"Great justification there General. The man's not stable! He wouldn't care if it was busy or not! If he wants her, he'll take her. And apparently he already has. The stupid man succeeded."

"I know you slept with her!" he yelled as Kawalsky and Ferretti came to a standstill behind their friend.

"What?" Jack faltered. "What has that got to do with anything?" God, did he have to feel embarrassed that he knew and was shouting loud enough for the people in the control room to hear? He wasn't ashamed that he had slept with her. He just didn't want people knowing about it. He didn't want people to think she was easy.

"If I know, you can guarantee he knows. And he'll use it against her. Could you not control yourself enough to keep it in your pants?"

"I'm not discussing this with you! The important thing now is to get her back. You can hate me as much as you want after then. But for now it seems as though we have to work together."

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Sam groaned and rubbed her head as she woke. Slowly she opened her eyes, glad that wherever she was, was dark.

"Hey Baby," a voice said as a hand stroked her forehead. Jonas. "Shh, shh, don't worry. Don't try to move, you hit your head hard when you fell."

"You hit me," she whispered after a few moments of thinking in silence.

"I would never hit you Baby," he told her, as he continued to stroke her forehead. "That must have been some knock to the head!"

"Where are we?" she asked as she moved her head to the side, hoping he would stop touching her. He was making her skin crawl.

"We're at home, Baby. I've got a surprise for you when you feel up to it."

Sam tried to sit up, only to slump back down when dizziness swept over her.

"Easy, Baby, easy," he said softly as he lay down beside her and pulled her to him, running a hand up and down her bare side and nuzzling her neck.

Sam closed her eyes and concentrated on not vomiting while she tried to assess her surroundings.

She was on a bed. It was warm in the room and she reasoned that was why she hadn't realised straight away that she wasn't wearing a shirt. Or pants. She was thankful that he had at least kept her underwear on. She opened her eyes and looked around the almost pitch black room, hoping she would recognise something.

Her stomach fell when she didn't recognise anything. Even though she had only spent two nights in the house she had bought with Jonas in the Springs, she knew that the room she was in now wasn't in that house.

One of his hands stretched across her body and cupped her shoulder as he continued to kiss her neck.

She knew that if she wanted to live, and hopefully escape, she had to play along for the time being. Shakily she reached up and lay a hand on his arm. He moaned into her neck before positioning himself completely over her body.

She fought back the urge to cry when he kissed her mouth, his tongue demanding entrance. Hesitantly she opened her mouth to his and made herself kiss him back.

"Mmm, Baby, I love you," he told her while looking into her eyes and caressing her face with his fingers. "Do you think you can stand? I can't wait to show you your surprise."

Sam bit her lower lip as she nodded. She didn't even want to think about what his 'surprise' could be. With more love and affection than he had ever shown her during their years together, he helped her to her feet.

Still fighting back to urge to vomit she let him lead her from one bedroom to another in the near blackness of night.

Inside the other bedroom she noticed that there was a lot more furniture. And she could hear breathing. And growling.

He scolded the large dog lying in front of one of the smaller pieces of furniture. He reached in and pulled something out, cradling it close to his chest as though it was the most valuable item on the planet.

"Can you believe someone just abandoned this little guy? He needs a mother, Baby, would you like to be his mother?" he asked softly as he passed her a sleeping child - no more than a week old.