Jacob:

The door opens and they hurl my beautiful golden child through it, to join us once again in the pit. They leave her lying there crumpled on the floor, face down to the floor. The foul guards advance on Colonel O'Neill's position. Making no move to escape them, he fixes his gaze upon the still form of my broken daughter. He has barely spoken since they took her a day ago. His silence is not broken, but the look on his face speaks more than any words.

What is there between them? That question has dogged my thoughts since the first time I saw them interact together, it still pesters me now. My girl is smart, but she has let her heart rule her head on a couple of occasions. Part of me hopes that the burns from those times still hurt.

I wish her no hurt now though, I want to take her in my arms and help her. I'm too weak to even do that. I couldn't protect her when they came for her, and I can't help her now.

They have taken O'Neill.

Martouf has turned Sam onto her back and has pulled her closer to me. I still don't know whether she is dead or alive. She must be alive, Martouf is trying to talk to her. He is speaking in a fervent whisper, but it reaches my ears.

"Samantha...Samantha, please forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please be alright. Forgive me. Please don't die I... " He stops as Daniel approaches to try and help.

As much as I may worry about Sam and her Colonel, the indescribable emotion that flows between Sam and Martouf disturbs me on a much deeper level. Even so he is not the one that needs to be forgiven. I was the one that got captured, I thought I knew better than Selmak, believed that I was invincible. I wasn't.

It was I who burdened their attempt to escape, they would have made it without me. If it wasn't for my failings, Sam would not be unconscious on the floor of hell. I know what they have done to her, was she strong enough?

Oh Sammie, my child, can you forgive me?