Chapter 6

Sam found herself being forced back as she attempted to take back control of her body. The force was incredible and the more she pushed against it the harder it pushed back until she found herself falling back into the 'bedroom' with the door slamming close in front of her.

Sam got up off the floor and ran to the door finding it locked. She banged on the door in frustration and took a step back staring at it.

"Let me out!" She shouted to her captor, but got no response. She was certain now that whoever was holding her in her own mind seem to have no intention of letting her out. Although she thought the endeavor would probably prove fruitless, she searched the room for anything that she could use to open the door with. After all she'd found the flashlight, she might discover something else.

Having searched the nightstand, closet and even under the bed she sat down on the edge of the mattress with a frustrated sigh. "What I wouldn't give for a screwdriver and hammer."

Sam laid back and felt something hard poking her in the back. She quickly sat up and glanced on the bed behind her and saw to her surprise the exact screwdriver and hammer that she'd imagined having. She picked them up and examined them.

"These were definitely not here before. They look real and feel real. Hmm. I thought about finding a flashlight in the drawer and it was there now these appear when I wanted them most. It's starting to make sense now. I'm in a world ruled by thought. Makes sense that I can manipulate it by thought."

Sam placed the hammer and screwdriver back on the bed and went to the door. She grabbed hold of the doorknob and focused on seeing it turn. Nothing happened and after two more attempts Sam came to the conclusion that she could not affect the door and thought that perhaps it had something to do with the fact that she hadn't created it. She had to be creative if she were to get out.

"Maybe…" Sam picked up the tools again and went to the door. She positioned the screwdriver under the pin of the top door hinge and hammered the end. The pin came up a centimeter and Sam proceeded to hit the screwdriver until the pin was all the way out. She did the same to the other two hinges then, dropping the hammer, wedged the screwdriver between the door and the frame and using it as a lever pushed. The door swung open and Sam had to jump out of the way before it fell on her. She let out a breath of relief and peered out.

This time she saw that the armchair and sliding glass door were just beyond the door. Testing her footing to avoid another drop, Sam gingerly tested the spongy floor and approached the glass door to look out. Before her she saw that she was too late to do anything about the people in the control room and that whoever had control of her body had just initiated the dial-out sequence for the stargate. The only thing that Sam could think to do is attempt to shatter the glass to get out and reestablish control of her body. She imagined that she had a sledgehammer and it appeared in her hands. Bringing it up, she swung at the glass. The hammer bounced off and she swung again and was rewarded with the appearance of a long crack.

Her view continued to change as she left the control room and was stopped by a blast that appeared in front of her. Sam saw that Teal'c had fired the shot and that her captor had now been pinned between him and the Col. She took heart in that information and swung again and again. With one last swing she shattered the glass and was through and the instant that she had control she lost it to the sting of Teal'c's Zat blast.

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Sam awoke to find herself in complete darkness. Imagining a lantern beside her, she reached out, found it and switched it on. Squinting her eyes, Sam sat up and tried to get her bearings. The room, armchair, and glass door were all gone. Except for her patch of light the area around her was completely black. Deciding that she was tired of all this darkness Sam focused all her energy into creating a void not of darkness but of light and then it was done. She was almost blinded by the whiteness that surrounded her.

Dropping the lantern to the floor, Sam took another look around. Behind her in the distance she saw something that she couldn't clearly identify from where she was so she trotted closer. As she neared, she saw that it was an Asian woman whom she didn't recognize. She appeared to be unconscious, but Sam wasn't taking any chances and approached her warily. The woman looked to be in her early to mid-twenties had shoulder length black hair with brown highlights in it and wore an all black uniform. Her uniform had a patch on the right shoulder with a picture of Earth's solar system embroidered on it. On the upper left side of her chest she had another embroidered patch with 'J. Reeyu' on it.

Sam gently nudged her foot to see if she were truly unconscious. When she got no response from the unconscious form she thought up some rope that she could tie her with. Before she could come closer though, Sam was flying back as her feet were swept out from underneath her and she lost hold of the rope. Quickly rolling away Sam regained her feet and came up in a fighting stance in time to block a fist aimed for her jaw. She stepped forward and brought her right fist in, striking her assailant in the ribs.

Jenna stumbled back grabbing her side. She really had no desire to hurt Sam but she didn't intend to be locked up in this woman's head when she needed to be figuring out how to get back to her own body. It didn't matter that she'd planned to do the same to Sam because she knew for a fact that she would eventually let Sam out whether she found her body or not. She didn't know Sam's intentions and didn't want to risk finding out if they were good intentions or not. So on that thought, Jenna summoned a staff to her hands and prepared to overwhelm Sam with it.

Sam saw Jenna's staff and instantly did the same. They both came at each other with a loud clack as the staffs meet. It was then a test of who was faster as the staffs met end to end and both opponents swung right, left, right, left. Jenna managed to bring her staff under Sam's and swing up knocking the staff out of her hands and then bringing the other end of the staff down and again she swept Sam off her feet. She had the staff at Sam's throat before she could recover and placed one booted foot on the arm closest to her.

The only thing either heard was the other's breathing as they stared at each other.

"Sorry, Major, but I have no wish to spend the rest of my existence trapped in your head."