They marched him through the corridors. It was as absent of decoration as Cheyenne Mountain, but somehow, it seemed gloomier and less homey. They reached what looked like the Isolation chambers that Dr. Frasier had placed the infected personnel during the Virus of the Touched. But when they opened the door, it looked like the cell that Daniel had been placed in when he went crazy that one time.

"Love the décor." He said, sarcastically as they shoved him inside. The door was closed and he sighed. He had kind of expected Teal'c and Daniel to show up and keep him from getting thrown into the joint, but he quickly understood that Teal'c was using the tactic to get inside the building by having all of the guards' attention placed on himself without risking that one of the guards would radio in and bring more troops outside.

"Why are you here, sir? I haven't done anything…" He heard a tiny voice whisper.

He turned to find Samantha Carter lying on the ground, her head propped up on the padded wall. He was stunned to realize that she was almost in the fetal position.

"Carter! It's me…" He said, hurrying over and kneeling down next to her.

Her eyes opened and suddenly, horror overcame her features. She instantly gathered the strength necessary to scurry away from him, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked like an injured animal. "Please…don't come any closer."

"What?" He asked, taking a few slow and steady steps toward her. "Sam…I'm sorry, I was a jerk. I…I realized that…it doesn't matter now."

She curled up into a ball, gathering her knees to her chest. "Please." She whimpered.

"Carter, Daniel and Teal'c are coming to get us. They'll be here."

"Stop trying to confuse me!" She screamed. "I know you're not the real Jack O'Neill…he would NEVER do this to anyone!"

"Sam…" He said, kneeling down, just inches away from her knees. "It really is me."

He reached for her hand and she ripped it away from him. "Don't touch me." She growled.

"What have they done to you?" He asked, his heart breaking. Yes, she had hurt him, but nobody, NOBODY deserved to feel as though their closest friends were against them. And he had had more than enough experiences where he was made to doubt Sara's love for him, the close-knitted bond he had with his team…

He studied her appearance. She was wearing a pair of blue scrubs, and from the look of it, she had had many needles stuck into her, prodding her veins for the secrets of the Tok'ra healing abilities. Her hair was a matted mess, and her eyes looked bloodshot as if she had been experiencing some drug-induced hallucination.

He backed away and sat by the opposite wall. Well, obviously whatever hallucination he had become had not allowed for personal space. So, in order to get her to trust him, he was going to have to stay as far away as possible and say as little as possible.