Disclaimer: No, Stargate: SG-1 is not mine. Unfortunately.

A/N: Ok, I feel like there is one thing that needs to be cleared up. Some folks seemed to think Danny boy attacked good Major, some think he didn't. Well, I won't say nuttin' :) more then... try to remember how Daniel got his lip cut.

A/N: Lesson in life; poor Sam is about to discover just how difficult some things can be. So, on with it... Story, I mean. :)

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews... Can't get enough of them. *wink, wink, hint, hint*

Till the end of the time

Chapter 5

"Jack? Jack!?!" Daniel seemed completely freaked out, and failed to notice that Sam was slowly edging away toward the side of his desk. This was something that bordered with his worse nightmares. He looked at her with utter disbelief, and squeezed through clenched teeth, "Are you sure?"

Although she was keeping her eyes locked on his face, which was now slowly, but surely losing its color, she said nothing, but drew in a deep breath and quietly slid off the chair, away from Daniel. Her fingers panically run across the surface of the desk, looking for something solid... anything. But the only thing her brain was picking up were smooth surfaces of countless papers that were lying around.

One more side of the table, only two more steps and she would be completely opposite to him. Which was her goal. 'Put as much distance as you can between... You can do it... Slowly... Damn archeologists... Never have a rock when you need one.'

He was still staring at her, as if daring himself to trust her, when he noticed that she was far from where was few seconds ago. She looked frightened to the bone, and seemed to be shaking rather violently. Her hands were now running through heaps of his translations, many of which landed on the floor. It almost looked as if she was searching for something, but she never, not for a fraction of the second, took her eyes off him.

Casting numerous questions that threatened to overtake his mind aside, and concentrating on her peculiar behavior, his brows furrowed in confusion, "Sam, what are you..."

She froze for a moment, looking like an ice sculpture, and then, regaining little of the composure that she had left, asked in a cold voice, "You are in this together, aren't you?"

In her hand, she was firmly clutching small flick-knife, Jack's gift to Daniel.

If the situation wasn't the way it was, Sam would pay good money to see the dumbstruck expression Daniel had on his face.

"Together in what?" he asked, carefully scanning her every movement. There was something terribly wrong about this, he could sense it.

Slowly, he got up, and extended his arm towards her, "Lets go find someone, OK?"

She observed him for a second, and he could swear he saw trust reappearing on her face, when she started going backwards, towards the door.

"No... not again... I won't let you..." she said quietly, waving her head.

Daniel caught a glimpse of cold, metallic light that seemed to shiver hidden in her hand.

'What is going on?'

His mind could crack the most complicated codes and inscriptions the world has ever seen, but was unable to process what was going on. One of his best friends was standing there, accusing him of something he didn't do, clearly in the state of distress, confusion and pain, possibly danger to herself or others... It would all seem somehow digestible, if the person that in this moment embodied all mentioned above was not Major Samantha Carter.

"Sam, please... let me help you..." he started again, but soon realized his mistake.

She glanced towards the door, then back at him.

There was only one word Daniel could use to describe what was going on. Traumatizing.

In few hurried strides she was at the door.

Few next things that Daniel's mind recorded happened so fast, that he almost had to replay it later, in slow forward, to understand what took place.

Creak of the door opening, and whoosh of the sheets.

Screams.

Samantha screamed. Jack and Janet, who were just about to knock, screamed as well, when ghostly shape opened the door and bumped into Colonel.

Sound of the knife swishing through the air.

One more scream and yelp of pain.

Soft thud of the body hitting the floor.

"I can't believe she cut me!" Colonel said for the tenth time, and nervously twitched sitting on the infirmary bed.

Few meters away, in another bed, completely hidden by curtains, Carter was heavily sedated. She was sleeping, but this time, her sleep was induced and reversible.

"If you don't stop fidgeting, I'll let you bleed to death, Colonel!" Janet was getting slightly annoyed. It didn't help much if the person you were stitching up kept shuffling around like he was sitting on a cactus.

Daniel was sitting in a chair, some distance away and kept staring at the floor. His head was buried in his hands, and everybody could clearly hear his heavy breathing. It almost sounded as if he was hyperventilating.

Major Hammond and Teal'c were sitting at Janet's desk, but they too didn't say anything. Only sometimes worried glanced were exchanged between General and Dr. Fraiser.

"Let me reinforce it once more," Jack said.

"She came to your office Daniel and woke you up, asking for help," Colonel seemed to constantly shift his gaze between Janet, who was working on his arm, and Daniel, who seemed to be in another world.

Dr. Jackson lifted his head and nodded. He looked tired and lost.

"Then, you offered to call me, but she said I attacked her and went berserk."

"Yeah," Daniel croaked.

"She said we were in this together? That we both attacked her? Do you know why she said it? She came to you first, didn't she?"

Daniel shrugged his shoulders, and squeezed out, "I have no idea. One moment, she was there, sitting, telling me you did that to her... next moment, she was running away from me, screaming, accusing me... "

"Then she opened the door, saw me, and sliced me like a piece of bread. After which she fainted."

"Colonel, move one more time, and I will slice you too," Janet added. Jack was known to be worst patient doctor could possibly have.

"I was there all the time. Sitting next to her bed. I can't believe I haven't noticed when she woke up!"

"Major Carter is a very cunning woman."

Everybody looked surprisingly to where the last remark came from. Teal'c was calm as ever.

"Yeah, and I am an idiot who fell asleep," Jack said more to himself.

"Don't blame yourself," soft whisper reached him. Janet had finished stitching up.

"I don't like the sound of it at all, people, and I want to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible," General was efficient as usual.

Jack simply gave him 'well, don't you say' look, which General choose to ignore.

"Can you wake her up?" Hammond asked Janet.

"What, now!?!"

Both Jack and Daniel didn't like the idea.

"There is no time like the present, and we need to know everything as soon as possible. Can you do it, Doctor?"

Dr. Fraiser cast a look over all four of them, and said "Yes, but I personally don't agree with it. I believe..."

"Just do it," Hammond cut her short. "Now."

Janet sighed, and went to the cabinet to fetch the solution.

Few minutes later, five people surrounded Samantha's bed, four of them wearing different expression, but all of them sharing similar emotions. Teal'c was fifth.

"All right. Here we go," Janet said as she slid the needle in the IV tube and emptied it.

A/N: Yes, another cliffy. My favorite. OK, to make you less angry with me, I'll tell you a secret. In the next chapter some things will be explained. Some won't. :)

P.S. Do you really think Jack would hurt Sam? Well… Could be. But, it doesn't have to be.

OK, small clue: if you re-read the story, you will notice that Jack nowhere denies Sam's accusations. It could mean two things… Everybody find the idea completely ridiculous or… JJJ I am so cruel!