Disclaimer: I don't own em, wish I did but no, nada, zip, non, nothing, zero! In summary, not mine.

Authors Note: This takes place during Season Six but without Jonas. I don't like Jonas. I find him irritating and obnoxious. Daniel is so much nicer. Also note That I'm not real sure where this is going yet but bear with me....
Email me at nyssass@iprimus.com.au with any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. This has not been beta'd. Anyone willing to beta my stories would be appreciated!



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The four faces turned and stared at Daniel.

You know where? Jack asked him, not daring to believe.

Well only if they are actually in the country of the woman's origins and even then it's still a big country we'd have to do searches, probably call in the local authorities...and I, I could be wrong---

Jack cut him off mid-stammer. Do you know where Carter is or not?

He said slowly.

Jack asked his patience quickly wearing thin.

I believe it would be in your best interests to tell Colonel O'Neill where you believe them to have secreted Major Carter. Teal'c interjected.

Well, that woman had an Australian accent. They're probably in Australia.

Was all Jack could muster.

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Major Carter groaned as she began to resurface. She was really getting tired of being knocked into oblivion. There goes another dozen brain cells. She mused to herself as she examined her predicament.

The room she was in did have a bed. It just appeared she'd lost all privileges to it. Staggering to her feet, Sam pulled on the chains to test their sturdiness. Solid. Damn. Sighing she leaned back against the wall. Foolish really, to think that once Adrian Conrad was dead it would all be over. She thought to herself.

The door scraped open and a fairly average sort of man walked in. Unfortunately followed by three Goons-for-Hire. Well, at least they think I'm a threat. That's a plus.

Evening Miss Carter. The man spoke with his odd accent. Come to think of it, the woman had the same accent.

It's Major or Dr. Not Miss. Sam replied shortly. Flipping open a folder and man paused.

Ah, yes. Terribly sorry, Major. Anyway, Ms. Patrice has seen it in her good graces to grant you a freedom of sorts. Two Goons walked over and began undoing her hands. She wants to make sure the Nanites work correctly as she's only got one shot at this.

Ms. Patrice? Sam asked the stranger.

The woman, who was here earlier? That's Ms. Patrice.

Stupid name. The Major responded.

What? Oh, yes. Well, I don't really think you should tell her that. The Major sniffed. They all seem very stuck up to her, as far as captors go that is. The procedure will take place three days from now. Ms. Patrice has decided to question you afterwards as she realises you may not be terribly forthcoming with your answers.

Good guess. The Major told him. A funny look crossed the man's face. The Major smiled, he was finding her difficult.

Now Major, if you will I need to check the collection point. Two Goons grabbed the Major's arms as Mr. Average stepped over. He glanced at her upper arm where she'd been injected hours before. It was swollen, angry and red. Excellent. Working exactly as it should. You may experience some dizziness, nausea, headaches and possibly fainting from the Nanites. Rest assured this is normal. He turned to leave.

What does she want the Naquadah for? Sam asked him. The man faced her and shrugged.

All I know is that after it's removed from you. It'll be injected into her.


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Nym-9/03/03

Keep those reviews up! Such a cliff hanger! What could Ms. Patrice possibly want with Naquadah in her blood? Is Daniel right about Sam's location? Will they reach her before the three day deadline? Some of the answers and many more questions will be presented in the next chapter of Trace Elements!