Ok, this took slightly longer than planned to be posted (blame GCSE technology projects needing to be built – and in the holidays!), so sorry about that. Also, sorry about any medical information in this chapter (or any other) being complete crap but all my medical knowledge is got from shows like Casualty or Holby City and so is shaky to say the least.

Chapter 12

The Jaffa had been easy to fool. They were obviously so eager to get her back to their master that they hadn't bothered to question her identity beyond the hand signal which her photographic memory easily remembered from her vision. She had wanted to urge them to walk quicker once they had re-emerged from the wormhole to the goa'uld's homeworld, but she couldn't risk suspicion.

She stifled her shouts of joy when she saw SG1 in mostly one apparent piece when she burst into the room. This had been quickly stemmed when she saw the goa'uld about to use the pain stick on the Colonel. Her Colonel. She quickly assessed her position. Strategically it wasn't good.

She needed to be closer to SG1, further from the door, and closer to the East wall, which she was pretty sure was an outside one, and next to a small wood if her initial observations were correct. Sam gulped. She would have to talk to the goa'uld. He smiled at her and they walked to meet each other. They went over to a corner of a room. Too far away, too far away. She had to get him back over towards the centre of the room.

He started to ask her questions. She wasn't sure, but they sounded like he wanted information on the system Lords activities. Information she didn't have. 'My Lord, important as this information is, I see you already have 'guests'. It would be rude not to see to them first'

At least the technicians would be glad to know that their voice modulators actually worked. She really did sound like a Goa'uld, even if there was a slightly unusual twinge to it that she hoped hadn't been noticed.

The goa'uld laughed lightly, before tapping her cheek. She had to contain her shudder and instinctive reaction to jerk her head away.

'Yes that would be most rude of me. Come, we would not want to keep them waiting.' He then gave a sinister style and headed back towards her team, collecting the pain stick as he went.

He just had to go a little bit closer. She didn't want him to use it on any of her team, but he had to go just a little closer to the Colonel, before she could activate the ribbon device unnoticed. He took one small step closer and she saw her moment. He lifted the pain stick up to the Colonel at the same time at which Sam focused all her frustration at the situation into the ribbon device.

Every nerve in her body hummed to the same pitch of the weapon as it began to glow. She lifted her land up and in one graceful movement sent the goa'uld sailing through the air to land in a pile, unconscious. Once they had got over the initial shock of seeing their master flying like a stuffed turkey the Jaffa in the room started to fire, and she knew it wouldn't be long before more followed.

She continually sent pulses of energy towards the Jaffa, begging internally that her protective feelings towards her team would keep the device powered. It seemed to drain her emotions. She chanced a look over her shoulder and saw her team start to edge towards the correct wall. She fired with a greater intensity, wanting to draw the ever growing number of Jaffa's fire.

She edged towards the wall, and spotting what she needed yelled to her nearest team member. 'Quick use the staff to blow a hole in the wall.' For a moment she didn't understand why her stared at her instead of trying to escape. Then she remembered the voice modulator - they must actually think she was a goa'uld. 'Teal'c please! Like on Chulak!'

The Jaffa looked almost shocked, not understanding what was going on. However she was pleased to hear him power up a weapon when she focused herself again on reflecting the blasts that were coming their way.

She had little time to feel smug though when she heard the sound of crumbling mortar, as out of the corner of her eye she saw a staff blast. Heading straight towards O'Neill. In a movement born out of panic she twisted and aimed every thought she had at deflecting the energy. It thudded harmlessly into the wall. She had little time to contemplate the narrow escape her Colonel had just had when she felt all her nerves scream instead of hum and the hand device flicker out.

She could feel herself start to collapse and stopped herself through sheer will. She forced herself to stand upwards and ordered the ribbon device to come on again. After that it was all she could do to keep upright and carry on firing. The smoke that had accumulated in the room burned her lungs and she felt so tired. She had a hazy idea that another ribbon device was firing, but she couldn't be quite sure.

She vaguely recalled yelling to the others to go, but it was a few minutes before Sam realised that they had actually gone and left her. She felt almost annoyed. Then she was pulled back to a higher cognitive level when an off chance staff blast glanced off her arm. She bit back a scream, and now in more control of her senses turned and started to scramble through the hole in the wall.

With no more blasts coming their way the Jaffa grew bolder and started to move forward. Just as she scrambled over the last block the wall shook and she was thrown over onto her side. The breath thrust from her body, she barely remembered to cover her head as dust and debris rained down on her.

Cautiously she stood up, wincing when she gently touched the wound currently covering one side of her face in blood. At least one factor had worked with her; the blast had blocked the hole with rubble, giving them a head start on any pursuit that followed. Her entire body protested as she pushed it into a clumsy run in the direction she thought her friends had headed.

She breathed in relief as she saw her friends in front of her and the tip of the Stargate just beyond them. Suddenly she heard a noise that she was sure should have worried her. Before she could react though her entire nervous system seemed to feel on fire and she could feel herself involuntararily fall to the damp ground. She thought she heard dim voices before oblivion overtook her completely.

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'Clear!'

Daniel watched with a morbid fascination as his friends body arched up as the electricity ran through her. The entourage of doctors and nurses who had attached themselves to her side milled round as they screeched into the infirmary, not even waiting to stop before they started to defibrillate.

'And again!'

He tore his eyes away from his friends' prostate form and concentrated instead on the machine issuing the high-pitched scream, informing everybody in the room of Sam's lack of life.

Despite the great plethora of god's he studied, Daniel was not a religious man. He found himself praying under his breath anyway. She couldn't die. Not now. She'd only just got over almost dying as it was. And Jack...he sneaked a peak over at the Colonel. Who actually looked surprisingly calm. Any one else would have thought he didn't care, but Daniel had learnt with Jack that the blanker the face he put on, the more he was hurting.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Daniel could have jumped for joy when the machines noise changed. Even Teal'c grinned.

'Intubate her now!' Despite Sam's upgrade in condition from dead to alive, Janet seemed no less harried. 'And connect an EEG. Gentlemen I'm going to have to ask you to leave' She turned to them with her 'disobey me and be doomed' look on her face. Reluctantly the three men slowly backed away, only to be seized by another nurse, who dragged them off protesting for post gate and to have their own hurts seen to.

By the time the nurses had finished with them, Jack wasn't then only one who started to snap at the medics. After giving him one more jab and warning to not drink any alcohol for at least 24 hours, the nurse released him. He couldn't have scarpered fast enough. He met Jack and Teal'c outside their cubicles and then all three practically ran to the room Sam had been taken to.

And skidded to halt, bumping into each other as they found it completely empty. It was like an icy cold hand had tore out his heart and thrown straight into the dustbin.

'No' Jack shook his head and ventured further into the room, searching the corners, as if she had been hidden. 'NO!' he turned and threw the first thing he could grab against the wall. The bottle shattered, it's contents staining the wall a brown colour.

'Colonel, what are you doing?' The doctor's query rang out as she entered room, followed by a trolley. On which lay Sam.

'Sam' Daniel and Jack breathed the name at the same time before stepping up to her bed. Daniel only looked up again when he confirmed to himself that she was still alive.

At the unspoken question in their eyes, Janet said 'we took her for an MRI, and these results are interesting,

'But she'll be ok, right?'

'I hope so. Her MRI is well, normal' Off their baffled glances continued 'normal as in like before the incident. Or any abilities appeared.'

Jack didn't seem satisfied by this though. He still hadn't taken his eyes off Sam, drinking in her presence. 'But what about...' he motioned towards the blood still staining her clothes and the bruises marring her complexion.

'They're not as serious as they look Colonel, we were going to clear them up now.' She peered over at the stain now on the wall and the glass fragments under it. 'Looks like that won't be the only thing getting cleared up. We just need to wait for her to wake up now.'

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