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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Jack, Teal'c and Daniel sat on the plane, each confined to their own thoughts. After pulling a few strings the General had found out that a private chartered flight to Australia had left from a nearby airport later in the day that Sam was taken. Although it wasn't much, it was a beginning and with the lack of little else to go on, other than some hazy security footage of someone who may or may not have been the missing Major, three quarters of SG-1 headed out.
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Sam rapped on the small window that was the only source of light to her small confines. So far she hadn't experienced any of the man's promised side effects, but she wasn't holding her breath on the one. If there was a chance she could be incapacitated by these Nanites' at any stage she needed to move.
The window was a fixed pane of glass, fairly opaque and thus not giving away any clues as to what lay outside. F eeling around the edge the Major was suspiciously surprised to find it fairly loose. Shrugging off her apprehensions Sam lifted the pane of glass and managed to awkwardly pop it out. Fairly impressed that she only sliced one finger in the process she placed the glass firmly on the floor. No sense in making a mess.
Turning her attention to the now empty window, Carter peered out. A Skyscraper. She was in a bloody skyscraper. Looking down at the city below she mused to herself: I suppose it's at least a teeny bit original. Not like some creepy abandoned hosptial.
There was a ledge outside that looked about Major-sized. Sam resolutely grabbed a hold of the sides of the window and swung herself up and out. Pressing back against the building she edged slowly along trying not to look down. Although she was no shrinking female, heights were not always the Major's friend.
She had scuttled right to the other end of the building when she realised that not only could she not see an outer fire escape, none of the surrounding buildings appeared to have them either. Okay, number one action hero time. She thought. Pulling herself along to the next human sized window, she flipped around to have her stomach flat against the building. Kicking with the closest leg she punched the glass in after a few trys. Diving in, Carter found herself in a corridor, with a couple of reasonably stunned people. She picked herelf up quickly and ran straight through. Okay, exit sign, exit sign. There it was, a sickly neon green sign of freedom. Pushing open the door that led down, not caring about the alarm that might sound, she sprinted.
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There was a gentle rapping on the large mahogany doors.
A voice came.
Ms. Patrice? The average man stuck his head in between the doors. Uh, I went to check on the Major and uh, she's gone ma'am. He swallowed nervously. Ms. Patrice's temper tantrums were legendary.
But..No! I need her! I can't use any of my toys if I don't have her. How could this have happened? She walked over and picked up a coffee mug. Spinning she threw it at the average man. It shattered on the wall spraying cold coffee. This is your fault! You did something wrong! I did everything right! I followed Uncle Adrian's notes and reports on her. You did this! The young woman was in a rage. Just then the fire alarm sounded. No! Not now! Somebody turn that off! She screeched, tears falling down her face.
Ms. Patrice, we should evacuate. The Major may have started a fire. The sobbing woman nodded. She gently took her coffee-stained assisstants hand as he led her from the room. Behind her a cupboard was ajar, a glittering assortment of Goa'uld devices inside.
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Nym-9/03/03
More to come, I now have a beta reader, so updates may be a bit slower to fit in with her. Keep the reviews up, what do you like? What could be improved? Email me at nyssass@iprimus.com.au
