A/n- Wish I didn't have to start each of these chapters with an apology for taking so
long to post. The good news is that I'm now on an Imbroglio roll (I hope you'll
agree) and should feel motivated to write more soon. You *know* reviews help!
Thanks to Kath and Lu for their help with the ending (and correcting my many
typos). Hee hee. I'm afraid I'm back to my cliff hanging ways.
As always these characters are not mine but I'd be more than happy to bid on them
in an auction setting.
Chapter 5
"How's Carter?" Jack asked as he drove quickly down the deserted streets. He
peered into his rearview mirror at Sam's still form.
Daniel twisted his body around the seat and gingerly placed two fingers against
Sam's pale neck.
"Pulse is strong." Daniel said with a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, but is she sleeping or unconscious Daniel?" Jack asked impatiently.
"How the hell am I supposed to know Jack?"
"Get back there and try and wake her up!" Jack hissed. If Sam was just sleeping,
she should be able to be revived and they needn't call Janet. But if Sam was
unconscious, then they probably should let Janet know. And maybe take a detour
towards the nearest hospital.
"Jack this car isn't exactly huge." Daniel said stating the obvious.
"Daniel, you're the smallest male member of SG-1- get your ass back there!" Jack
said pointing towards the back seat.
"6 feet tall and the guy calls me small." Daniel muttered under his breath as he
uncomfortably maneuvered his way towards the back seat. "Damn good thing I
never met you when I was a scrawny, under-developed adolescent Jack." Daniel
said as he awkwardly rearranged himself into the backseat. He carefully lifted Sam's
head and placed it back down on his jean-clad thighs.
"Would it make you feel any better if I still think you're scrawny and under-
developed?" Jack called back as he watched Daniel's progress in the rear view
mirror.
"Earlier you called me good looking Jack." Daniel said in an exasperated voice.
"In a scrawny, under-developed sort of way. Apparently girls like that." Jack said
continuing the banter. The more he teased Daniel, the less opportunity he had to
worry about Sam.
"Sam?" Daniel said touching his hand lightly against her cheek. He was careful not
to disturb the bandage already in place and was pleased to note that there didn't
appear to be any red spots.
"Five more minutes Dad." Sam mumbled as she shifted her weight to her right side
and tried to adjust her 'pillow' by reaching one hand underneath Daniel's thigh and
attempting to knead it into shape. Daniel yelped as Sam's hand came preciously
close to a region of his body he really didn't think Sam should be near.
"You ok back there Daniel?" Jack asked not having seen the entire 'pillow' incident.
"Peachy." Daniel said using one of Jack's own expressions. "Sam's just sleeping
Jack."
"Can you wake her up?"
Daniel looked at the slumbering Sam and exhaled audibly. "Yeah, I probably can.
Sam's might going to be happy with that though.."
"Who the hell cares if she's happy?" Jack growled from the front seat. "We're not
supposed to let hersleep for more than 15 minutes at a time and we're pushing the
limit here Daniel." Grudgingly Daniel agreed. Carefully he lifted Sam's upper body
so that she was more or less sitting up. Daniel was hoping the movement itself
would be enough to wake her. Unfortunately, it was not.
"Sam?" Daniel said softly as his friend's head lolled heavily against his shoulder. He
tried again slightly louder.
Jack swore under his breath as he watched Daniel's feeble attempt at waking Sam
up. It wasn't working.
"Carter!" Jack yelled loudly while keeping his eyes more or less on the road. "Time
to wake up!"
"Geeze Jack, break an eardrum or something would ya." Daniel said wincing from
the onslaught of Jack's voice.
"Daniel, Carter needs to wake up in the next two minutes or we're driving straight to
the hospital." Jack said completely serious. Military training prevented him from
panicking, but he was very, very worried about his 2IC.
Daniel caught a glimpse of Jack's pinched face from the rear view mirror and realized
that this was indeed very serious. Usually he was on the receiving end of
concussions and hadn't quite comprehended the magnitude of his friend's condition;
he did now.
"Sam, you need to wake up." Daniel said giving Sam's shoulder a strong shake.
Sam gave a small moan and her eyelids flickered, but she didn't wake up.
"Come on Sam!" Daniel said louder than normal. "Wake up!" Silently apologizing in
advance, Daniel nudged Sam firmly in her injured ribs. Sam's eyes flew instantly
open and she glared at Daniel through pain-filled eyes.
"What the fuck was that for?" Sam snarled as she pulled away from Daniel's arms.
"Sam?" Daniel asked completely confused. Sam Carter was not known for swearing.
In fact, in the two plus years that Daniel had known Sam, she had never said
anything stronger than "hell".
"Mar'kan rak simbal tan!" Sam said in an angry voice as she eyed Daniel without
recognition. Daniel stared at his friend with wide eyes. Did she just say what he
thought she said?
"Daniel?" Jack said conversationally from the front seat. "Did Sam just say what I
think she said?"
"Release me arrogant scum?" Daniel answered slightly confused. Since when did
Jack speak Goa'uld?
"Melant shur krik'sha tel!" Sam said backing herself as far from Daniel as was
possible.
"Daniel, please tell me Carter isn't speaking Goa'uld." Jack said eyeing his Second in
the rear view mirror in complete dismay.
"I'd love to be able to tell you that Jack, but.." Daniel began helplessly.
"Ah Damn."
"You can say that again." Daniel mumbled holding out his hands in what he hoped
Sam still understood as 'I come in Peace'.
"Mar'kan rak!" Sam said daring Daniel to come closer.
"Sorry Sam, I can't do that." Daniel said in dulcet tones.
"What does she want?" Jack asked as he increased his speed. They were less than
10 miles out.
"To be released." Daniel said continuing to maintain eye contact with the obviously
very frightened Sam Carter. If it actually WAS Sam Carter he was talking with.
Suddenly Daniel felt very cold.
"Nam'ra tel Jolinar me'Malkshur?" Daniel asked in what he hoped was a friendly
sounding voice. Finesse in intonation wasn't a known Goa'uld quality. Everyone
usually just barked at one another.
Sam's eyes grew wide in horror as she lashed out wildly at Daniel.
"Mar'kan rak!" She screamed as she wrapped both of her hands around Daniel's
neck and applied pressure to his adam's apple. Instantly Daniel's eyes began to
water as he struggled to breathe. His vision was suddenly filled with bright spots of
light.
"Jesus Daniel!" Jack shouted from the front seat. "Get her off you!"
Had Daniel been able, he would have rolled his eyes at Jack in disgust. Instead he
kicked out blindly and his bent leg connected with something solid. Suddenly he was
able to breathe again. Through heaving breaths he saw Sam doubled over clutching
her middle.
"Shit. Jack, I think I re-injured her ribs." Daniel said rubbing his own bruised neck.
"Daniel, she was trying to kill you for crying out loud!" Jack yelled in frustration.
Only 5 more miles... "What the hell is going on?"
"Sam thinks she's Jolinar."
"Jolinar is dead Daniel."
"I know that Jack" Daniel said in frustration keeping a wary eye on Sam's still bent-
over form. "But Sam doesn't seem to think so."
Jack suddenly hit his hand against the steering wheel. "She hit the left side of her
head!"
"So?" Daniel asked not fully understanding.
"So," Jack began as if speaking with a small child. "Your ability to process language
is located in the left side of your brain."
Daniel blinked and stared at Jack's uneasy eyes in the rear view mirror; he was
right. "How did you know that Jack?"
"I'm not as dumb as I appear, ok Daniel?" Jack said exasperated. "Carter's lost the
ability to speak English at the moment so I'm guessing she's grabbing the first
language she 'remembers' and that happens to be Goa'uld."
"But Jack, Sam isn't just speaking Goa'uld, I think she honestly believes she's
Jolinar."
"Well convince her she's not!" Jack said tearing his eyes off of his friends in the back
seat and back to the road. He allowed his right foot to apply even more pressure to
the gas pedal. This had been a very bad idea.
"M'tak tur Jolinar." Daniel said keeping as much distance as was possible. "M'tak
Major Samantha Carter."
"Sla'k ral!" Sam/Jolinar screamed.
"Tu'ral!" Daniel shouted back at her. Wildly he looked around for something to
convince Sam he was *not* lying. He caught sight of Sam's purse on the floor and
keeping his eyes firmly on Sam's, reached down and snatched it. Slowly he opened
it up and while maintaining eye contact with Sam, reached a hand in and felt around.
"Sam, I hope to God you keep a compact in here." Daniel muttered as his hand
wrapped around something round, flat and smooth. "Yes!" He said triumphantly as
he pulled out a foundation compact. He opened it up and offered the mirrored
surface to Sam.
Sam/Jolinar grabbed the compact and stared at the image before her. This was not
Rosha's body. What was going on here? She forced her eyes away from the mirror
and stared at Daniel in complete confusion.
"Mek'lan bak shev kel?!" Sam/Jolinar demanded.
"It's rather a long story.." Daniel began.
"Daniel, she doesn't understand English!" Jack said loudly from the front seat.
"Right. Goa'uld." Daniel said exhaling loudly. He took another breath and met
Sam's confused eyes with calm.
"Kree shal men'tak peltac ka." Daniel said pointing to his head. Ok, so he told her
she had an accident and hurt her head.
"M'tak tur Jolinar ne rak Samantha Carter." //You're not Jolinar Sam, you're you.//
To prove his point, Daniel reached again into Sam's purse and pulled out Sam's
wallet. He opened it up and took out her driver's license.
"M'tak tur Samantha Carter." Daniel insisted thrusting the photo I.D. into Sam's
hands. She stared at the photo and then again at her reflection in the little compact.
Carefully she reached up and touched the bandages near her temple and frowned, as
she could not recall how she sustained the injury. Could this man be telling the
truth?
Sam/Jolinar shook her head and threw both the ID and compact to the ground as
she again tried to back away. She suddenly found herself claustrophobic in the small
moving vehicle and began clawing at the windows in an attempt to get out. The man
was lying to her! Drugs must have been used; she needed to escape. Daniel tried
to grab hold of Sam's hands but she was too quick and nimbly climbed over Daniel
and into the other passenger seat. She grabbed the discarded purse in the hopes of
finding a weapon.
Jack guardedly watched as Daniel tried to reason with Sam. Unfortunately Sam
Carter was out for the moment and there just didn't seem to be anyplace to leave a
message. Jack shook his head in frustration and was thankful they were almost to
the base. He allowed himself to relax momentarily.
Naturally that was the moment the sirens started.
"Ah man.." Jack began as he watched the red and blue lights move closer. He heard
a faint 'oof' sound from the backseat and glanced into the mirror to see what was
going on. Sam seemed to have quieted down and sat hunched in a corner clutching
her purse tightly against her chest.
"Danny we have a problem." Jack said shaking his head as he eased up on the gas
and began to pull over. He thought about just gunning it, after all they couldn't be
more than 3 miles from the base, but knew that would probably cause more
problems than it was worth. Sighing heavily Jack pulled off the road.
"You could say that Jack." Daniel said faintly from the backseat.
"Just stay cool Daniel, and let me do the talking." Jack said as he reached into the
glove compartment to get the registration papers.
Daniel gave a slightly hysterical laugh from the backseat. "That could soon become
a problem Jack."
"What are you *talking* about Daniel?" Jack said twisting his body around to take a
look at Daniel and Sam.
"Oh my god!" Jack said staring incomprehensively at his friend. Daniel sat limply
against the side of the door holding a hand protectively against his side. A not so
small amount of blood was visible above his waistband.
"She stabbed me Jack."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~*Manic Grade B movie laughter*~ Have I got your attention now?
I actually followed some language guidelines as I mangled my way through Goa'uld.
Yes, I know that 'peltac' is the control center or something similar on a spaceship.
BUT I reasoned it is considered the "brain" of the aircraft and took a little creative
licensing (it's a made up language for crying out loud!) in using it in this story as
well.
I actually followed some language guidelines as I mangled my way through Goa'uld.
Yes, I know that 'peltac' is the control center or something similar on a spaceship.
BUT I reasoned it is considered the "brain" of the aircraft and took a little creative
licensing (it's a made up language for crying out loud!) in using it in this story as
well.
PS- If you haven't already done so, please take a few minutes and go to
www.sg1-awards.com and nominate your favorite SG-1 stories. (Imbroglio is
incomplete and thus ineligible so this isn't a blatant plug on my behalf!) There are a
lot of really talented writers out there and this is a way to show your appreciation for
the hard work they've done over the past year.
long to post. The good news is that I'm now on an Imbroglio roll (I hope you'll
agree) and should feel motivated to write more soon. You *know* reviews help!
Thanks to Kath and Lu for their help with the ending (and correcting my many
typos). Hee hee. I'm afraid I'm back to my cliff hanging ways.
As always these characters are not mine but I'd be more than happy to bid on them
in an auction setting.
Chapter 5
"How's Carter?" Jack asked as he drove quickly down the deserted streets. He
peered into his rearview mirror at Sam's still form.
Daniel twisted his body around the seat and gingerly placed two fingers against
Sam's pale neck.
"Pulse is strong." Daniel said with a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, but is she sleeping or unconscious Daniel?" Jack asked impatiently.
"How the hell am I supposed to know Jack?"
"Get back there and try and wake her up!" Jack hissed. If Sam was just sleeping,
she should be able to be revived and they needn't call Janet. But if Sam was
unconscious, then they probably should let Janet know. And maybe take a detour
towards the nearest hospital.
"Jack this car isn't exactly huge." Daniel said stating the obvious.
"Daniel, you're the smallest male member of SG-1- get your ass back there!" Jack
said pointing towards the back seat.
"6 feet tall and the guy calls me small." Daniel muttered under his breath as he
uncomfortably maneuvered his way towards the back seat. "Damn good thing I
never met you when I was a scrawny, under-developed adolescent Jack." Daniel
said as he awkwardly rearranged himself into the backseat. He carefully lifted Sam's
head and placed it back down on his jean-clad thighs.
"Would it make you feel any better if I still think you're scrawny and under-
developed?" Jack called back as he watched Daniel's progress in the rear view
mirror.
"Earlier you called me good looking Jack." Daniel said in an exasperated voice.
"In a scrawny, under-developed sort of way. Apparently girls like that." Jack said
continuing the banter. The more he teased Daniel, the less opportunity he had to
worry about Sam.
"Sam?" Daniel said touching his hand lightly against her cheek. He was careful not
to disturb the bandage already in place and was pleased to note that there didn't
appear to be any red spots.
"Five more minutes Dad." Sam mumbled as she shifted her weight to her right side
and tried to adjust her 'pillow' by reaching one hand underneath Daniel's thigh and
attempting to knead it into shape. Daniel yelped as Sam's hand came preciously
close to a region of his body he really didn't think Sam should be near.
"You ok back there Daniel?" Jack asked not having seen the entire 'pillow' incident.
"Peachy." Daniel said using one of Jack's own expressions. "Sam's just sleeping
Jack."
"Can you wake her up?"
Daniel looked at the slumbering Sam and exhaled audibly. "Yeah, I probably can.
Sam's might going to be happy with that though.."
"Who the hell cares if she's happy?" Jack growled from the front seat. "We're not
supposed to let hersleep for more than 15 minutes at a time and we're pushing the
limit here Daniel." Grudgingly Daniel agreed. Carefully he lifted Sam's upper body
so that she was more or less sitting up. Daniel was hoping the movement itself
would be enough to wake her. Unfortunately, it was not.
"Sam?" Daniel said softly as his friend's head lolled heavily against his shoulder. He
tried again slightly louder.
Jack swore under his breath as he watched Daniel's feeble attempt at waking Sam
up. It wasn't working.
"Carter!" Jack yelled loudly while keeping his eyes more or less on the road. "Time
to wake up!"
"Geeze Jack, break an eardrum or something would ya." Daniel said wincing from
the onslaught of Jack's voice.
"Daniel, Carter needs to wake up in the next two minutes or we're driving straight to
the hospital." Jack said completely serious. Military training prevented him from
panicking, but he was very, very worried about his 2IC.
Daniel caught a glimpse of Jack's pinched face from the rear view mirror and realized
that this was indeed very serious. Usually he was on the receiving end of
concussions and hadn't quite comprehended the magnitude of his friend's condition;
he did now.
"Sam, you need to wake up." Daniel said giving Sam's shoulder a strong shake.
Sam gave a small moan and her eyelids flickered, but she didn't wake up.
"Come on Sam!" Daniel said louder than normal. "Wake up!" Silently apologizing in
advance, Daniel nudged Sam firmly in her injured ribs. Sam's eyes flew instantly
open and she glared at Daniel through pain-filled eyes.
"What the fuck was that for?" Sam snarled as she pulled away from Daniel's arms.
"Sam?" Daniel asked completely confused. Sam Carter was not known for swearing.
In fact, in the two plus years that Daniel had known Sam, she had never said
anything stronger than "hell".
"Mar'kan rak simbal tan!" Sam said in an angry voice as she eyed Daniel without
recognition. Daniel stared at his friend with wide eyes. Did she just say what he
thought she said?
"Daniel?" Jack said conversationally from the front seat. "Did Sam just say what I
think she said?"
"Release me arrogant scum?" Daniel answered slightly confused. Since when did
Jack speak Goa'uld?
"Melant shur krik'sha tel!" Sam said backing herself as far from Daniel as was
possible.
"Daniel, please tell me Carter isn't speaking Goa'uld." Jack said eyeing his Second in
the rear view mirror in complete dismay.
"I'd love to be able to tell you that Jack, but.." Daniel began helplessly.
"Ah Damn."
"You can say that again." Daniel mumbled holding out his hands in what he hoped
Sam still understood as 'I come in Peace'.
"Mar'kan rak!" Sam said daring Daniel to come closer.
"Sorry Sam, I can't do that." Daniel said in dulcet tones.
"What does she want?" Jack asked as he increased his speed. They were less than
10 miles out.
"To be released." Daniel said continuing to maintain eye contact with the obviously
very frightened Sam Carter. If it actually WAS Sam Carter he was talking with.
Suddenly Daniel felt very cold.
"Nam'ra tel Jolinar me'Malkshur?" Daniel asked in what he hoped was a friendly
sounding voice. Finesse in intonation wasn't a known Goa'uld quality. Everyone
usually just barked at one another.
Sam's eyes grew wide in horror as she lashed out wildly at Daniel.
"Mar'kan rak!" She screamed as she wrapped both of her hands around Daniel's
neck and applied pressure to his adam's apple. Instantly Daniel's eyes began to
water as he struggled to breathe. His vision was suddenly filled with bright spots of
light.
"Jesus Daniel!" Jack shouted from the front seat. "Get her off you!"
Had Daniel been able, he would have rolled his eyes at Jack in disgust. Instead he
kicked out blindly and his bent leg connected with something solid. Suddenly he was
able to breathe again. Through heaving breaths he saw Sam doubled over clutching
her middle.
"Shit. Jack, I think I re-injured her ribs." Daniel said rubbing his own bruised neck.
"Daniel, she was trying to kill you for crying out loud!" Jack yelled in frustration.
Only 5 more miles... "What the hell is going on?"
"Sam thinks she's Jolinar."
"Jolinar is dead Daniel."
"I know that Jack" Daniel said in frustration keeping a wary eye on Sam's still bent-
over form. "But Sam doesn't seem to think so."
Jack suddenly hit his hand against the steering wheel. "She hit the left side of her
head!"
"So?" Daniel asked not fully understanding.
"So," Jack began as if speaking with a small child. "Your ability to process language
is located in the left side of your brain."
Daniel blinked and stared at Jack's uneasy eyes in the rear view mirror; he was
right. "How did you know that Jack?"
"I'm not as dumb as I appear, ok Daniel?" Jack said exasperated. "Carter's lost the
ability to speak English at the moment so I'm guessing she's grabbing the first
language she 'remembers' and that happens to be Goa'uld."
"But Jack, Sam isn't just speaking Goa'uld, I think she honestly believes she's
Jolinar."
"Well convince her she's not!" Jack said tearing his eyes off of his friends in the back
seat and back to the road. He allowed his right foot to apply even more pressure to
the gas pedal. This had been a very bad idea.
"M'tak tur Jolinar." Daniel said keeping as much distance as was possible. "M'tak
Major Samantha Carter."
"Sla'k ral!" Sam/Jolinar screamed.
"Tu'ral!" Daniel shouted back at her. Wildly he looked around for something to
convince Sam he was *not* lying. He caught sight of Sam's purse on the floor and
keeping his eyes firmly on Sam's, reached down and snatched it. Slowly he opened
it up and while maintaining eye contact with Sam, reached a hand in and felt around.
"Sam, I hope to God you keep a compact in here." Daniel muttered as his hand
wrapped around something round, flat and smooth. "Yes!" He said triumphantly as
he pulled out a foundation compact. He opened it up and offered the mirrored
surface to Sam.
Sam/Jolinar grabbed the compact and stared at the image before her. This was not
Rosha's body. What was going on here? She forced her eyes away from the mirror
and stared at Daniel in complete confusion.
"Mek'lan bak shev kel?!" Sam/Jolinar demanded.
"It's rather a long story.." Daniel began.
"Daniel, she doesn't understand English!" Jack said loudly from the front seat.
"Right. Goa'uld." Daniel said exhaling loudly. He took another breath and met
Sam's confused eyes with calm.
"Kree shal men'tak peltac ka." Daniel said pointing to his head. Ok, so he told her
she had an accident and hurt her head.
"M'tak tur Jolinar ne rak Samantha Carter." //You're not Jolinar Sam, you're you.//
To prove his point, Daniel reached again into Sam's purse and pulled out Sam's
wallet. He opened it up and took out her driver's license.
"M'tak tur Samantha Carter." Daniel insisted thrusting the photo I.D. into Sam's
hands. She stared at the photo and then again at her reflection in the little compact.
Carefully she reached up and touched the bandages near her temple and frowned, as
she could not recall how she sustained the injury. Could this man be telling the
truth?
Sam/Jolinar shook her head and threw both the ID and compact to the ground as
she again tried to back away. She suddenly found herself claustrophobic in the small
moving vehicle and began clawing at the windows in an attempt to get out. The man
was lying to her! Drugs must have been used; she needed to escape. Daniel tried
to grab hold of Sam's hands but she was too quick and nimbly climbed over Daniel
and into the other passenger seat. She grabbed the discarded purse in the hopes of
finding a weapon.
Jack guardedly watched as Daniel tried to reason with Sam. Unfortunately Sam
Carter was out for the moment and there just didn't seem to be anyplace to leave a
message. Jack shook his head in frustration and was thankful they were almost to
the base. He allowed himself to relax momentarily.
Naturally that was the moment the sirens started.
"Ah man.." Jack began as he watched the red and blue lights move closer. He heard
a faint 'oof' sound from the backseat and glanced into the mirror to see what was
going on. Sam seemed to have quieted down and sat hunched in a corner clutching
her purse tightly against her chest.
"Danny we have a problem." Jack said shaking his head as he eased up on the gas
and began to pull over. He thought about just gunning it, after all they couldn't be
more than 3 miles from the base, but knew that would probably cause more
problems than it was worth. Sighing heavily Jack pulled off the road.
"You could say that Jack." Daniel said faintly from the backseat.
"Just stay cool Daniel, and let me do the talking." Jack said as he reached into the
glove compartment to get the registration papers.
Daniel gave a slightly hysterical laugh from the backseat. "That could soon become
a problem Jack."
"What are you *talking* about Daniel?" Jack said twisting his body around to take a
look at Daniel and Sam.
"Oh my god!" Jack said staring incomprehensively at his friend. Daniel sat limply
against the side of the door holding a hand protectively against his side. A not so
small amount of blood was visible above his waistband.
"She stabbed me Jack."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~*Manic Grade B movie laughter*~ Have I got your attention now?
I actually followed some language guidelines as I mangled my way through Goa'uld.
Yes, I know that 'peltac' is the control center or something similar on a spaceship.
BUT I reasoned it is considered the "brain" of the aircraft and took a little creative
licensing (it's a made up language for crying out loud!) in using it in this story as
well.
I actually followed some language guidelines as I mangled my way through Goa'uld.
Yes, I know that 'peltac' is the control center or something similar on a spaceship.
BUT I reasoned it is considered the "brain" of the aircraft and took a little creative
licensing (it's a made up language for crying out loud!) in using it in this story as
well.
PS- If you haven't already done so, please take a few minutes and go to
www.sg1-awards.com and nominate your favorite SG-1 stories. (Imbroglio is
incomplete and thus ineligible so this isn't a blatant plug on my behalf!) There are a
lot of really talented writers out there and this is a way to show your appreciation for
the hard work they've done over the past year.