THREE WEEKS LATER . . .

(Angelus's Point of View)

Every day I am tested in many different ways. Sometimes the doctors poke needles into my flesh. Other times the doctors hook me up with wires. There was this one time that they put me inside this strange machine. I was told to lie down on what looked like a tray. The tray moved and I was inside this tube-like machine. I had laid as still as I could like I had been told.

I am lonely at this dreary place. I wish I could go home, be with my sister. I want to go back to the mothership so that I can be with Gemma Rara when she wakes up from stasis. The thought of reuniting with my elder sister gives me strength.

I will escape from this "hell". If it is the last thing I do, I will escape.

Nobody except for the medical staff and Maybourne visit me in my "room". Maybourne calls it luxury. I call it prison, its nothing but a cage. I am yearning to be set free. My room may be nice, but I would like it a lot better if I wasn't a prisoner here.

My room has a bed that is covered with soft blankets and pillows. I always have something to wear every day, even if it is the same colors: black, gray, and dark green. When I am not being tested on, a kind man whoose name I do not know brings me things to pass the time.

The Kind Man brings me things like paper. "So that you can draw," Kind Man says.

And I do draw. I draw with these tools called markers. I mostly draw of Gemma Rara. As each day passes her face becomes cloudier in my mind's eye. I want to go home.

(General Point of View)

ANOTHER THREE WEEKS LATER. . .

Colonel O'Neill jumped at the sound of hearing the door being knocked on. O'Neill grumbled a "come in" as he opened the door.

It was Teal'C.

"Teal'C," O'Neill said. Immediately he was fully awake. "What's on your mind?"

Teal'C nodded. "Indeed."

"Well . . . " O'Neill prodded.

"I am going on a rescue mission. I would prefer to have your prescence at my side," Teal'C explained.

O'Neill's eyebrows shot up as he crossed his arms.

"Really who's?" O'Neill's tone was steadily turning into sarcasm.

Teal'C almost hesistated.

"Angelus Caeli's."

O'Neill sighed. "Look Teal'C, there's nothing we can do for Angelus. Maybourne has full custody of her."

"When was the last time Colonel Maybourne gave General Hammond a clear answer to his questions of Angelus Caeli?"

Before O'Neill could speak Teal'C went on.

"When was the last time we heard Angelus's voice?"

"Teal'C, I know you two. . . bonded. Believe me Teal'C, there is nothing we can do to help her," O'Neill said.

"Maybe 'we' can't do anything. . . But Ican."

"I hate it when you get like this," O'Neill growled. "Have you talked to Daniel and Carter about this?"

"I have not."

O'Neill rubbed the back of his neck. "You know Carter and I could get court marsheled for this, right?"

"Indeed."

"Let's go find Carter and Daniel."

CARTER'S QUARTERS. . .

"You want to what?!" Carter exclaimed.

Teal'C had just told Carter and Daniel his plan. Daniel thought it was possible. Carter thought it was down right risky. After fully explaining the rest of Angelus Caeli's rescue mission, Carter slowly came around. "When do we leave?" she asked.

"Why not now?" O'Neill said casually, as thought talking about a fishing trip instead of an unauthorized rescue mission. The rest of SG-1 agreed.

"Wait," Carter said. "What about General Hammond?"

"Carter, I don't think the good general would like to come," O'Neill said in mock seriousness.

Carter rolled her eyes. "Sir, what do we take with us?"

O'Neill shrugged. "Zats of course. We can take my car. I bet we can make the next flight out if we leave now."

FIVE HOURS LATER. . .

"I'm so happy that we're off of that flight," O'Neill said.

"Indeed," Teal'C said.

SG-1 had spent two long hours on a flight that had a total of five screaming babies on board. Carter was had been the only smart one that brought headphones for her music player. They had brought no lugguge. Not even Zats. Carter had pointed out that they would have been confiscated at the airport. And that would have been awkward to explain to security about the alien weapons. So now they were on their way to Area 51 to rescue Angelus Caeli. . . weaponless.