Chapter 3

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Spoilers as before from: In the line of duty to Season 6

Rating: PG

Chapter 3 – Injustice

As Sam sat crouched on her living room floor, sobbing, she didn't really care at this stage that Jaret saw her in a weekend state, hell she didn't even care herself.  Her friend and C.O was lying in a hospital bed, an indirect result of her own actions and she was about to commit an act of treason against her allies, her father, and her team mates. 

Never before had she felt so alone or so helpless. She was used to fighting against her enemies with her intellect and her skills as a warrior, but to have someone invade her thoughts and feelings for her friends and use them against her; that was something else.  She couldn't even comprehend on how she could win this battle. 

"I didn't think self-pity was a trait you possessed Samantha. There was I thinking I had a worthy opponent - someone I could play with, but I have to say you're just like all the other females in my village; pathetic and weak."  Sitting now sat opposite her leaning over to touch her leg he simply said, "And now the fun begins!"

Sam's skin crawled with disgust, and with strength she didn't think was left in her, she slapped his hand away growling with such conviction, "Don't touch me!"

Jaret looked both shocked and pleased, he did enjoy a challenge and it looked like he was going to get it in abundance.  "Ah, not quite knocked the stuffing out of you yet then Major?  Good! It would simply be such a bore having to kill you straight away, especially when I have so many plans for you and your friends.  By the way, did you like that little demonstration I gave you earlier?"

Major Carter saw the smile appear on Jaret's lips. Whatever happened here tonight she knew that one thing was certain; she was not going to let him hurt her friends under any circumstances.

Teal'c and Jonas sat beside their the cot where Jack lay, hooked up to machines that were sustaining their friend; waiting him to awaken from his recent trauma.  Walking over to them Janet spoke softly.  "Look, I know you're both concerned, but believe me, you're not doing yourselves any good sitting here for hours.  He won't be awake until tomorrow, believe me.  If there's any change, I promise you'll be the first to know, now shoo, get out of my infirmary, your clogging up valuable space."

Teal'c was the first to rise; he simply stood up, turned around, bowed and said, "As you wish Dr Frasier."

Jonas nodded, and followed Teal'c out of the infirmary.  "Three down, one to go!" she thought, as her mind turned to her friend, Sam. Usually if Colonel O'Neill was in the infirmary, she couldn't prise Sam out with a crowbar.  With one last check to make sure that the Colonel was settled for the night, Janet decided to give her friend a call, to make sure she was okay. She'd seen the determination in Sam's eyes before she left the infirmary, and she'd seen that look before. One particular time was when the Colonel was missing on Edora, she had never seen Sam so determined to ensure that the Colonel was returned safe and sound and today she had seen that same look again.  On this occasion though, Janet saw something else that she hadn't seen in Sam before; fear.

"Get up Major, we have work to do!" Jaret shouted. "I haven't got all day and neither have you."

A Sam got up of the wooden floor, tiny spots of blood seeped through her leg where the tiny fragments of glass had embedded themselves from earlier. Her chest felt tight from sitting in a cramped position.  She slowly raised herself cradling her ribs for support.  Standing up, Jaret turned around and smacked her round the face causing her to fall to the ground once again.  "Don't ever think of disobeying me again, Samantha."

Fury exploded within Sam's mind and it was all directed at Jaret.  She wanted to hurt him… bad.  "Where are we going?"

Jaret hauled her up to a standing position, and spat, "We are going to go and get the Tok'ra address, and we're going to get it now."

"It's 11pm, there shouldn't be many people at the base.  The Tok'ra won't be contacting us now, hell I don't even know where they are at this moment in time." She countered.

"Well as there will be no-one around, it's the perfect opportunity for you to get me what I want.  Believe me Major, now is the perfect time. Before we go, I have a little something for you."  As soon as he said the last few words, Sam knew what to expect; more drugs.

Sam realised that the drugs seemed to be wearing off a little. For one thing, he hadn't expected the slap that she had given him earlier. Trying to clear the haziness from her thoughts she didn't feel as if her mind were being probed as much as it was last night or during the attack on the Colonel.  So with maybe a bit of luck she might be able to calculate approximately how long the drug was lasting without it appearing obvious that she was doing so.

Unfortunately with pain being her constant reminder, she wasn't as quick as she would like and before she had the chance, he injected her again. Sam was then back to square one.  Just after Sam's last injection the phone rang.  Jaret just stared at it as Sam went to pick it up. Quickly pulling the device from his pocket, he warned her that if she told anyone, anything, then he wouldn't hesitate in killing them all.

Sam nodded. "Hello."

"Hi Sam, it's Janet. I just called to see how you were? You took off so quickly earlier, and I was concerned."

"Sorry Janet, I didn't mean to run off. It's just been a hectic day, that's all.  I'm fine really.  How's the Colonel?"

"He's resting comfortably, he should be ok in a few days.  Listen Cassie is going to a friend's house tomorrow night, so how about you and I having a girlie night in tomorrow? I know SG-1 are on downtime till the end of the week, so what do you say?"  Janet hoped it would give her and Sam to a chance to talk, but hearing the silence on the other end of the phone, she knew it wasn't going to happen. "Sam, you still there?"

"Sorry Janet, look I've sort of got plans tomorrow. Can we make it some other time?  I'll give you a call and we'll arrange it, just not tomorrow.  Look, Janet, I hate to talk and run, but I'm kind of tired, and in desperate need of some sleep, so I'll call you soon.  Bye Janet!"

Janet was left holding the phone, and with a big sigh, she replaced the receiver.

"Very good Samantha, you're learning.  Now lets go."

As they drove towards the base, Jaret warned her that any sign of deceit and there would be no second chances. In no uncertain terms he told her that her death would result in her father attending her funeral, thereby leading him to the Tok'ra.

"Well, why don't you?" Sam countered calling his bluff.

"What? Kill you! No Samantha, that would be too easy; whom would I have fun with then?  Mind you, I would still have Colonel O'Neill, Teal'c and Jonas to have fun with, and who was that you were talking to…ah yes, Janet!"

"You stay the hell away from them, I'm doing what you want."

Jaret sat back and smiled, he had never had so much fun. She was so easy to bait and her love for her friends was going to cost her dearly.

As they entered Cheyenne Mountain, Jaret reverted to stealth mode reminding her that while she couldn't see him, he could see and hear everything that was going on.  As they walked through the corridors the base seemed to be deserted - and why shouldn't it? It was after midnight, and only skeleton staff were required.  Sam knew that there were no SGC teams due to return till tomorrow, so knew the gate room would only consist of one or two personnel, if that.

As Sam headed towards the Infirmary, Jaret grabbed her arm whispering,  "This is not the way to the gateroom Samantha!"

Sam shook him off her arm and told him coldly, "Look, if I'm going to do this for you, there's no way I could return to the SGC.  I won't have the access codes to return.  Without them… I'm dead anyway.  So, before I go, I want to say goodbye to the Colonel."

Jaret thought about Sam's explanation, he could afford to wait a few more minutes for his prize, and agreed.

Sam knew Janet had gone home for the night, and a locum doctor was on standby incase there was an emergency involving the Colonel.  Entering the infirmary, looking around the room she saw only one nurse was evident. As the nurse saw Sam enter the room, Sam simply nodded and held up 5 fingers indicating that she would only stay a few minutes. Nodding slightly, the nurse allowed her a few minutes.

A spotlight softly filtered over O'Neill's form and she glanced over the machines hooked up at him. He didn't appear to be in any danger and all observations indicated that he was dreaming.  Pulling a chair up and gently sitting down; being careful not to jostle her ribs, she lifted the Colonel's hand and placed it gently into her own; whispering softly, "Sir, I know you can't hear me, but I need you to understand something about what I'm about to do.  You see, Sir, I've run out of options. Anything I do would and could result in your deaths.  I wanted so much to tell you earlier, that I'm sorry.  My feelings for you resulted in your getting hurt and I know that nothing I say or do can change that.  Just remember that whatever happens over the next few hours it's to save you and the others. I'm sorry that I couldn't find a way to stop this."

Sam's eyes glistened with moisture, as she let go of the Colonel's hand, he murmured, "Carter?"  Shocked that he had heard her, she quickly whispered, "Shush Sir, it's only a dream, go back to sleep."  With that she quickly left the infirmary.

He opened his eyes slightly, but just caught sight of a tall shorthaired blonde heading out the door, and softly said, "Sam?"

Jaret was absolutely enthralled with the whole relationship thing going on between her and Colonel O'Neill.  "Oh how sweet, forbidden love! You know Samantha, it's touching to see how much you care for your friends, and it will ultimately be your downfall."

Sam ignored him and headed for the gateroom.  "What have you got against the Tok'ra anyway? Why all this cloak and dagger stuff? Surely with your level of technology, you could find them in half the time."

"Oh I don't have a grudge against all Tok'ra, just one in particular."

Sam felt a cold shiver running down her spine, knowing the answer before it even left his mouth, as she remembered the conversation with her earlier in the car when she had tried to call his bluff.

End Chapter 3.

I thought this was a good a place to end it as any, I learnt this cliff-hanger trick from Dietcokechic's fanfic Imbroglio, which I thoroughly adore, and hope she put's up the next chapter soon.

Just how far will she go to save her friends? You'll have to wait for the next chapter!