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Till the end of the time
Chapter 6
"Umm... Colonel?" Janet tentatively asked, while in the same time, filling another injection with transparent solution.
"Huh? You were saying?" Colonel seemed a bit disorientated, if nothing else. Last few days were a living hell. No, that was their last mission...
'Carter! Dammit! Where are you? Carter!... his voice echoed off the walls of the cave and came back amplified many times, resembling the dying thunder after a summer storm. Jack O'Neill was unsuccessfully trying to determine where his 2IC might be, when he stumbled upon something solid and large that lied dangerously close to his feet, but in this darkness it was hard to see what it was. Honestly, it could be anything, from harmless rocks Daniel liked to call artifacts (they were rocks to Jack, all the same) to the not-so-dead Goa'uld. Carefully, he kneeled down and tried to feel by touch what it is, while in the same time firmly grabbing his gun. One can never be too careful. Jack had to hold his breath, when he felt familiar smoothness of BDU. On this damn planet, only two people wore BDUs. Himself and Carter.'
"Colonel..." Daniel's voice snapped him out of the memories that came so threatingly close... He didn't want to remember.
"Yeah, yeah... I am OK. Is she waking up?" he mumbled quietly and looked over the top of the sheets. Carter was still sleeping.
"Why isn't she waking up?" Jack's voice was louder and harder this time.
"It takes time for drugs to act... Maybe you and Daniel should move aside," Janet suggested.
She received a few curious glances.
"Why?"
"Well, Jack... she does seems convinced you tried to kill her, as well as Daniel, and the last time she saw you..." her eyes diverted to Colonel's bandaged arm.
"Doctor has a point. You should move aside."
Obeying General's orders both men took a stand on the right side of the bed, sheltered from view by a large medical cupboard.
"Is this far enough, or should we go off-planet..." Daniel's attempt to make a joke was encountered with an angry glance from Jack.
"I mean... I didn't mean..."
In the same time, Sam started to stir.
She looked like someone who has bad nightmares, tossing her head one way and then another, her face cringed into grimaces of pain and confusion. Janet slightly shook her shoulder.
"Sam, can you hear me? It's Janet. Sam? Open your eyes if you can. It is all right, everything will be all right."
Soothing words of Dr. Fraiser seemed to have effect, as Carter opened her eyes and made an obvious effort to focus. Her face was still a bit cringed, and as the dream faded away, so did her face become more relaxed. She looked at Janet, then at General Hammond, then back at Janet.
"Help..."
Her lips weren't moving, but the voice was so quiet and strained, that it could come from only one person.
Janet tried to smile. It didn't work.
"It is all right, Sam. Everything is going to be all right."
Color seemed to slowly find its way back onto Samantha's face, when her eyes wandered behind General's back. She froze. Her lips began to tremble and eyes to fill with tears.
Janet crouched next to her bed and tried to get Major's attention back.
"Sam, look at me. Sam. Sam, please..."
She wasn't responding.
There was alarm on every face. Jack and Daniel tried to hide from the view as much as possible...
Samantha closed her eyes, and tears began to stream down her face. Janet took the opportunity and gestured both of them out. They exited in silence.
Jack slumped down on the chair and sighed.
"My God, who did that to her? She is scared out of her wits. She is scared of us!" Daniel was upset and couldn't keep his voice down.
"Shh... she can still hear us. Come on." Jack started down the corridor.
"Where are we going?" younger man asked, as he tried to keep up with the brisk pace of the older one.
"We..." Colonel accented this word, "are going to find out just what the hell is going on!"
Dr. Jackson looked at him, and sighed. They had no starting point, and SGC already did the complete investigation, which came up with absolutely nothing. But, he knew there was no point in arguing with Colonel, not when his eyes were gleaming like this. It was a sure sign he had set his mind on something. Firmly and without backing out.
'This is gonna be one long night...' Daniel thought as they entered Carter's lab.
Sam stopped crying, and was now staring at the ceiling. Janet got the orders from General to try to find out as much as possible as soon as possible. She would rather leave Samantha rest... but things needed to be done, so she pulled a chair and sat next to her.
"OK, Sam. You don't have to talk, I'll do the talking and when I finish, you can tell me anything you want. OK?" Janet looked at her hopefully, but nothing changed. Only sign of life in Carter was regular movement of her chests up and down, at slow pace. "All right. Let me tell you what happened in the last few days. Today is October 14th. You were brought here on October 10th, and were gravely injured. You fell into coma."
Janet was careful not to mention who brought her, but noticed nevertheless how her breathing rate went up.
"Do you remember what happened when you woke up?"
No answer. This is going to be hard. Very hard.
"Well, you woke up, I wasn't there..."
"It was Jack." Slow whisper reached Dr. Fraiser. She looked down upon her, and saw Sam's gaze fixed on her, with pleading look in her eyes.
"Jack? What did Jack do?" Janet felt stupid, as she spoke with the brightest officer in the SGC as with a three-year old, but she knew that any overload of information or pressure could trigger her return to coma.
Sam looked at her, somewhat confused.
"Jack tried to kill me. Why, Janet?" Carter's voice was softer then a whisper.
"Samantha, are you absolutely sure about that? Colonel Jack O'Neill? Your friend? Teammate?"
She shook her head and answered, "Last mission, we were..."
Suddenly, Sam's body went into some kind of a spasm, her head jerked backwards, and her eyes were wide open. Deep, hoarse voice screamed in an alien language.
"Ractah! Sta'a! Sta'a! Wacree sunt heela!"
Janet jumped and backed away. Desperation and pain filled the voice. It sounded as someone who was being tortured.
"Dar soon. Wacree sunt heela." Voice was getting softer, and more like Major's.
Slowly, Sam's body relaxed, and last words reached Janet almost at the exit.
"No, Ractah. Please."
From the door, Dr. Fraiser called the nurse.
"Get me General, Colonel O'Neill and Daniel. Fast!"
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