Instinct.
By Crayzeegal.
Summary: Sam and Jack are left behind on a planet full of packs of 'krema- tal', humans who act like animals. How will they survive? Will they also become Krema-tal?
Rating: M, for rape.
Pairing: Sam/Jack, possibly Daniel/Janet.
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It was a bright, sunny morning as SG-1 stepped through the 'gate. All seemed well. However, as is often the case, this was not to last. Oh no, you see, Murphy's Law states that 'if anything can go wrong, it will go wrong'. And of course being billions of light-years across the galaxy, there was a *lot* that could go wrong.
Pushing his sunglasses up his nose, Colonel Jack O'Neill glanced about him. "Okay Campers, let's go." He said, leading them over towards the small trail winding through the waist-high grass. It was a three hour walk to the village, where they hoped to be able to find *something* of importance. (In actual fact, all they really wanted was a nice, quiet mission, but that wasn't likely to happen, so the best they could hope for was that they would get something good out of it).
Arriving at the village, Jack stared around himself. The houses were built on tall stilts, and had retractable ladders, but there were no signs whatsoever of frequent flooding, which led him to the conclusion that this wasn't exactly a very friendly place. Or, if it was, there were some very unfriendly things around. Shifting his P-90, he walked towards the centre of the village, to find that the 'towm square' as it were, was actually a platform raised up above the ground in the same way as the houses. Each house was connected by narrow walkways.
"Sweet." The Colonel muttered, as he headed towards the nearest ladder-spot (because the ladder had been retracted), tilting his head back to look above him. It was at that moment that a small child peeped out of one of the houses.
"Qu-tella, Yanno!" She called, beckoning behind her. Soon, a tall man joined her, wiping his hands on a cloth.
"Qes-tas Yallo? En ou?" He asked. Jack turned to Daniel,
"Doctor?" He suggested.
"Ah, right." Daniel muttered, moving forward as he held his hands out in the universal gesture of 'we come in peace'. "I have no idea what they're saying."
"Qet-tell? En ou?" Frowning, the man turned to the smiling child beside him. "Mesella, goyan fortu jouta. Lem-alla." Nodding, the girl scampered off. There was a few awkward moments of silence before the girl returned, dragged an old woman behind her.
The woman stopped by the edge of the platform, sightless eyes gazing down at them. "Qen-ell tempa meea, youe."
"Yan-tell, mik'alla ul." The man replied.
"Ahh," the crone tipped her head to one side, "travellers."
"You speak English!" Daniel exclaimed, practically jumping up and down in excitement.
"Daniel." Jack warned.
"Right. Sorry. We're peaceful explorers from earth, I'm Daniel Jackson, this is Colonel Jak O'Neill, Major Samantha Carter, and Teal'c." Happily immersed in his usual intorductions, it wasn't long before the four team members were invited up to join the villagers.
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Accepting the drink offered to her, Sam turned back to find the Colonel. He was talking to a group of admiring yound women and she couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy. Not that they could understand a wrod he was saying, mind you, but they were hanging off of him just hte same.
There was a groan as the man in question sank down onto the cushion beside her. "You'd think theyall liked older men." He complained, "what do they think I am? I'm not that young any more Major, besides, it's Daniel's job to marry all the natives." Grinning, Sam glanced across at him,
"Yes, but you have to admit that you're not *that* old either." Noticing his thoughtful look, and realising that they were heading into dangerous ground, Sam shifted slightly, "just old." She added with a smirk, before getting up and leaving a stunned Colonel behind. There were times that he wished he hadn't taught her the fine art of sarcasm. (Well, he liked to think that he'd taught it to her anyway).
Shaking his head, the Colonel turned his attention back to what was happening. It was then that he heard it. A soft, scratchign sound, misplaced against the backdrop of revelry. Standing, the Colonel made his way over towards Carter, keeping his eyes peeled. He didn't like the sound of this, and the hairs on the back of his neck were all standing on end.
"Carter." He hissed, "you hear that?" Listening intently, Sam nodded at her CO, before frowning.
"What is it?" She asked.
"I don't know." He replied, "but I'm going to find out." Nodding, Sam watched him leave, her eyes following his every move until he was swallowed up by the throngs of people. Sitting down under one of the open windows, she waited for his return.
Reaching the old woman from earlier, and the only villager who was able to speak english, Jack leaned forward to tap her on the shoulder, but she turned towards him before he could. Shaking his head, the man focused on the more important reason he was here.
"Do you hear that sound?" He asked. "What is it?" The woman paused, tilting her head to one side, listening carefully, before giving out a loud cry.
"Aieee, Aieee, Krema-tal, Krema-tal!" Instantly, the room was thrown into chaos, people diving for weapons of any kind in a paniced frenzy. Staring at them, Jack, noticing that he was now being ignored, headed back towards Sam, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm. "Stay away from the Krema- tal," the old woman was saying. "They are dangerous, they will kill you, or they will make you like them. Keep your woman away from the Krema-tal, they will take her. Keep her away!"
Ignoring the defensive urge to claim that Carter wasn't *his* woman, Jack instead rushed back over towards her. Breathing out a sigh of relief as he saw her, sitting below an open window, Jack grinned slightly. However, his grin vanished as soon as he saw the man squatting in the window above her. Sam, obviously aware of the screams coming from around her, was frowning as she squinted into the now paniced room, trying to spot the Colonel. She figured she should just stay here, there was no point in adding to the confusion, besides, for all she knew, it was part of some ceremony.
"Carter!" Jack yelled, watching in horror as the man above her reached down, grabbing a fist-full of hair, and yanked her upwards. Giving a startled cry, Sam turned towards the man, hitting out at him with one fist, and kneeing his in the groin. Dropping her with a yelp, the man fell off the window and back outside. Only to have two others replace him there.
"Krema-tal! Krema-tal!" The villagers were screaming. The two Krema-tal were now circling Sam as she tried to keep both of them within sight, circling with them, her fists raised. Shoving past frightened villagers, Jack raced towards them.
With a lunge, both men grabbed a hold of Sam, quickly joined by others who helped them pass her out the window. Furiously, Jack pushed past the people screaming as they ran out of the room, trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the 'Krema-tal'.
Seeing Jack jump out the window after Sam, Daniel tried to follow him. "No! No!" The woman grabbed his arm, shaking her head, "you cannot help them. You will become like the Krema-tal. We must leave here."
"What?" Daniel exclaimed, "we don't leave people behind! We have to go after them!"
"You cannot." The woman said, "he has gone after hsi woman, that is the only hope you have. They will become like the Krema-tal. Animals." She explained. Shaking his head, Daniel tried to shake off her surprisingly strong grip.
"We have to go after them!" He said, "before it's too late!"
"It is already too late." The woman replied, her eyes full of pity.
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Racing through the grass, Jack strained to keep up with the men who had run off with Sam. They were carrying her now limp body over their shoulders, having knocked her unconscious, and they were moving at an alarming rate. All he wanted to do was to sink to the ground and try to catch his breath, but there was no time. He had to save Sam.
Pushing himself past his limits, Jack continued to follow the Krema-tal, determined to get Sam back.
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"General, we have to back!" Thumping his fist on the tabel in frustration, Daniel turned to face the older man. "We can't just leave them there! What happened to leave no-one behind?"
General George Hammond sighed. "Son," he said, "you told me that the villager informed you that by now they will be 'like the Krema-tal'. You also said that she explained that this means that they will begin to act like them, they will lose their ability to function properly, and there is no cure."
"But General!" Daniel exclaimed, "we have to try! Besides, it could be something simple like the 'touched' virus we picked up all those years ago."
"True." Hammond agreed with a sigh, "but right now the President and Joint Chiefs aren't budging."
"So let Teal'c and I go. We're not military, so we don't have to follow orders, and we're not going to be any use here anyway!"
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Dropping down to the ground outside the camp, Jack wriggled forward, trying to get a closer look. He was still breathing heavily, but it had slowed considerably in the past few hours. If anyone had told him that he would have been able to run as far and fast as he had, he would have laughed at them and reminded them of his (unfortunately) ever increasing age.
Sam was awake, but she couldn't leave, every time she tried to, they stopped her, snarling and growling. Jack could smell her. Sweat, fear and that unique smell that was all hers. Keepign down wind, he crept closer, his mind analysing the situation, while identifying the owners of each smell he caught in the air, and filing it away in his memory.
One of the men walked over to Sam, actually, stalked would be a better description. The Major shrank backwards, pushing against his arm as he grabbed a hold of her. But he was too strong. Maybe even stronger than Teal'c. And his smell was over-powering.
Through her fear, Sam was determined not to give up, she was also aware of the strange things that had been happening to her since they'd first grabbed a hold of her. She was changing, she knew. It wasn't like the time when she had been infected with the 'touched' virus. Then, she'd been unable to control herself, and hadn't known anything was wrong. This time, she could feel it. Could feel her senses sharpening, picking up a myriad of smells and tastes floating on the air that a normal human was oblivious to.
And she knew that she was stronger, stronger than she had been before. She had felt her muscles tightening, growing. But despite all this, she was unable to ward off her attacker.
There was a growl, and the man went sprawling, pushed out of the way by another man.
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"As far as I can tell from what you've told me," Janet was saying, "these Krema-tals are very much like the 'touched' we encounted on the land of light and dark. Basically, it seems that the males were out hunting for more females to add to their tribe. They picked Sam, and so have carried her back off with them. Once they get there, it's most likely that they will fight for her."
"Fight for her?" Daniel asked.
"Yes." Janet agreed, "the females didn't just go choosing the males, the males would fight each other to impress the females. Remember, the strongest males were picked for the strongest offspring with the most chance of survival. But, from what you've told me, and the footage sent back by the MALP, myself and Doctor Hemmings, who specialises in nature studies, have determined that they aren't actually acting liek neolithic man, but rather like animals, as the villager said."
"Animals?" Daniel felt that this couldn't get any worse.
"Yes. Like a pack. There will be an alpha male, who gains that position by fighting for it. From what we can tell, this pack will be run as a kind of a cross between a wolf pack and a lion's pride. The males will fight for the females, and then they will take them. The females don't really have a choice in the matter, but because everything is run by instinct, they don't actually care, all they want is a male who is able to protect them and their kids, and will provide strong kids so that they can survive. Basically, it's all about survival. They live off instinct." She sighed, "we have to get them back."
"So, right now, they could be fighting for Sam?" Daniel asked, "to determine who gets to, gets to..."
"Gets to mate with her?" Janet suggested. "Yes."
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The first man hit the ground and rolled, coming up in a fighting stance. Watching the two males circle each other, Jack made his way slowly over towards Sam, trying to shake the fog that seemed to be clouding his brain. Spotting him, Sam sat up straighter.
"Sir!" She breathed a sigh of relief. Pausing as she noticed the strange look in his eyes, but those thoughts vanished as she saw the winner of the two fighting males coming towards her, obviously to claim his 'prize'. With a burst of motion, Jack leapt forward, putting himself between the other male and Sam.
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"But, Jack's black ops trained, surely he can deal with these guys." Daniel suggested hopefully. Janet sighed.
"I'm sure he can, Daniel, but that's the point. If the Colonel wins, then he gets to claim Sam."
"So? They come back here and everythings ok."
"No, no it's not Daniel, because they won't come back here."
"What do you mean?" The archeologist was beginning to get seriously worried now, watching his friend's face carefully.
"They're infected Daniel. Jack will quite possibly become the alpha male, he'll claim Sam and they'll live with the pack."
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Ducking, Jack instinctively wrapped his arms around the other male's body, twisting. He'd already defeated five other males, and they just kept on coming. It seemed that Sam was some kind of a novelty, and all the males wanted her as their mate.
Feeling a hand slash across his face, nails sharp as claws, Jack tasted blood, and that's when he lost the last part of his conscious mind. Now, everything was running on instinct.
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"The worst part," Janet continued, "isn't that he'll claim her, or that they'll stay there, but that, as far as I can tell, Sam will most likely be unaffected by whatever it is, because of Jollinar."
"Wait a minute!" Daniel held up his hand, "so you're saying that Sam will be fine? What about Jack? He..."
"The Colonel never blended properly with his symbiote, not like Sam, so while he may have some protection, say enough to let him remember how to fight the way he was taught, I doubt that he'll be able to resist much at all."
"But still, Sam will be fine, so she brings him back here." Daniel didn't quite understand why the Doc looked so unhappy.
"Don't you get it Daniel?" She exclaimed, "he'll be running on instinct. The Colonel, we can safely say, will win the fight. Then, he will claim Sam, even if she doesn't want him to!"
Daniel stared at her in shock. "You're saying that Jack could be raping Sam right now?" He asked.
"Yes."
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Sighing in relief, Sam watched as Jack defeated the last challenger. Her instincts were working fully now, and she knew that the Colonel was now the leader of the pack. So no-one would question them leaving. Turning towards her, Jack padded over with a grace that she knew he had picked up from the virus or whatever it was that was affecting all these people, Sam waiting.
He crouched down beside her, reaching out one hand to touch her face.
"I'm fine Sir." Sam said. And that was when she realised it. The Colonel was gone, he was infected too. Her heart caught in her throat as Sam struggled to contain her growing panic. Jack was now Krema-tal, how was she going to get out of here?
And then, as the Colonel's hand drifted down off her face, she realised that she had a much bigger problem. Jack had just fought for her, and won. According to pack law, she was now his. It was time for him to claim her.
Scrambling backwards, Sam pushed herself to her feet in a terror. No, not this. Not this. Not Jack. He was her CO, her friend, her protector. This couldn't be happening. But seeing him step towards her, Sam knew that it was, and she turned and fled.
By Crayzeegal.
Summary: Sam and Jack are left behind on a planet full of packs of 'krema- tal', humans who act like animals. How will they survive? Will they also become Krema-tal?
Rating: M, for rape.
Pairing: Sam/Jack, possibly Daniel/Janet.
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It was a bright, sunny morning as SG-1 stepped through the 'gate. All seemed well. However, as is often the case, this was not to last. Oh no, you see, Murphy's Law states that 'if anything can go wrong, it will go wrong'. And of course being billions of light-years across the galaxy, there was a *lot* that could go wrong.
Pushing his sunglasses up his nose, Colonel Jack O'Neill glanced about him. "Okay Campers, let's go." He said, leading them over towards the small trail winding through the waist-high grass. It was a three hour walk to the village, where they hoped to be able to find *something* of importance. (In actual fact, all they really wanted was a nice, quiet mission, but that wasn't likely to happen, so the best they could hope for was that they would get something good out of it).
Arriving at the village, Jack stared around himself. The houses were built on tall stilts, and had retractable ladders, but there were no signs whatsoever of frequent flooding, which led him to the conclusion that this wasn't exactly a very friendly place. Or, if it was, there were some very unfriendly things around. Shifting his P-90, he walked towards the centre of the village, to find that the 'towm square' as it were, was actually a platform raised up above the ground in the same way as the houses. Each house was connected by narrow walkways.
"Sweet." The Colonel muttered, as he headed towards the nearest ladder-spot (because the ladder had been retracted), tilting his head back to look above him. It was at that moment that a small child peeped out of one of the houses.
"Qu-tella, Yanno!" She called, beckoning behind her. Soon, a tall man joined her, wiping his hands on a cloth.
"Qes-tas Yallo? En ou?" He asked. Jack turned to Daniel,
"Doctor?" He suggested.
"Ah, right." Daniel muttered, moving forward as he held his hands out in the universal gesture of 'we come in peace'. "I have no idea what they're saying."
"Qet-tell? En ou?" Frowning, the man turned to the smiling child beside him. "Mesella, goyan fortu jouta. Lem-alla." Nodding, the girl scampered off. There was a few awkward moments of silence before the girl returned, dragged an old woman behind her.
The woman stopped by the edge of the platform, sightless eyes gazing down at them. "Qen-ell tempa meea, youe."
"Yan-tell, mik'alla ul." The man replied.
"Ahh," the crone tipped her head to one side, "travellers."
"You speak English!" Daniel exclaimed, practically jumping up and down in excitement.
"Daniel." Jack warned.
"Right. Sorry. We're peaceful explorers from earth, I'm Daniel Jackson, this is Colonel Jak O'Neill, Major Samantha Carter, and Teal'c." Happily immersed in his usual intorductions, it wasn't long before the four team members were invited up to join the villagers.
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Accepting the drink offered to her, Sam turned back to find the Colonel. He was talking to a group of admiring yound women and she couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy. Not that they could understand a wrod he was saying, mind you, but they were hanging off of him just hte same.
There was a groan as the man in question sank down onto the cushion beside her. "You'd think theyall liked older men." He complained, "what do they think I am? I'm not that young any more Major, besides, it's Daniel's job to marry all the natives." Grinning, Sam glanced across at him,
"Yes, but you have to admit that you're not *that* old either." Noticing his thoughtful look, and realising that they were heading into dangerous ground, Sam shifted slightly, "just old." She added with a smirk, before getting up and leaving a stunned Colonel behind. There were times that he wished he hadn't taught her the fine art of sarcasm. (Well, he liked to think that he'd taught it to her anyway).
Shaking his head, the Colonel turned his attention back to what was happening. It was then that he heard it. A soft, scratchign sound, misplaced against the backdrop of revelry. Standing, the Colonel made his way over towards Carter, keeping his eyes peeled. He didn't like the sound of this, and the hairs on the back of his neck were all standing on end.
"Carter." He hissed, "you hear that?" Listening intently, Sam nodded at her CO, before frowning.
"What is it?" She asked.
"I don't know." He replied, "but I'm going to find out." Nodding, Sam watched him leave, her eyes following his every move until he was swallowed up by the throngs of people. Sitting down under one of the open windows, she waited for his return.
Reaching the old woman from earlier, and the only villager who was able to speak english, Jack leaned forward to tap her on the shoulder, but she turned towards him before he could. Shaking his head, the man focused on the more important reason he was here.
"Do you hear that sound?" He asked. "What is it?" The woman paused, tilting her head to one side, listening carefully, before giving out a loud cry.
"Aieee, Aieee, Krema-tal, Krema-tal!" Instantly, the room was thrown into chaos, people diving for weapons of any kind in a paniced frenzy. Staring at them, Jack, noticing that he was now being ignored, headed back towards Sam, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm. "Stay away from the Krema- tal," the old woman was saying. "They are dangerous, they will kill you, or they will make you like them. Keep your woman away from the Krema-tal, they will take her. Keep her away!"
Ignoring the defensive urge to claim that Carter wasn't *his* woman, Jack instead rushed back over towards her. Breathing out a sigh of relief as he saw her, sitting below an open window, Jack grinned slightly. However, his grin vanished as soon as he saw the man squatting in the window above her. Sam, obviously aware of the screams coming from around her, was frowning as she squinted into the now paniced room, trying to spot the Colonel. She figured she should just stay here, there was no point in adding to the confusion, besides, for all she knew, it was part of some ceremony.
"Carter!" Jack yelled, watching in horror as the man above her reached down, grabbing a fist-full of hair, and yanked her upwards. Giving a startled cry, Sam turned towards the man, hitting out at him with one fist, and kneeing his in the groin. Dropping her with a yelp, the man fell off the window and back outside. Only to have two others replace him there.
"Krema-tal! Krema-tal!" The villagers were screaming. The two Krema-tal were now circling Sam as she tried to keep both of them within sight, circling with them, her fists raised. Shoving past frightened villagers, Jack raced towards them.
With a lunge, both men grabbed a hold of Sam, quickly joined by others who helped them pass her out the window. Furiously, Jack pushed past the people screaming as they ran out of the room, trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the 'Krema-tal'.
Seeing Jack jump out the window after Sam, Daniel tried to follow him. "No! No!" The woman grabbed his arm, shaking her head, "you cannot help them. You will become like the Krema-tal. We must leave here."
"What?" Daniel exclaimed, "we don't leave people behind! We have to go after them!"
"You cannot." The woman said, "he has gone after hsi woman, that is the only hope you have. They will become like the Krema-tal. Animals." She explained. Shaking his head, Daniel tried to shake off her surprisingly strong grip.
"We have to go after them!" He said, "before it's too late!"
"It is already too late." The woman replied, her eyes full of pity.
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Racing through the grass, Jack strained to keep up with the men who had run off with Sam. They were carrying her now limp body over their shoulders, having knocked her unconscious, and they were moving at an alarming rate. All he wanted to do was to sink to the ground and try to catch his breath, but there was no time. He had to save Sam.
Pushing himself past his limits, Jack continued to follow the Krema-tal, determined to get Sam back.
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"General, we have to back!" Thumping his fist on the tabel in frustration, Daniel turned to face the older man. "We can't just leave them there! What happened to leave no-one behind?"
General George Hammond sighed. "Son," he said, "you told me that the villager informed you that by now they will be 'like the Krema-tal'. You also said that she explained that this means that they will begin to act like them, they will lose their ability to function properly, and there is no cure."
"But General!" Daniel exclaimed, "we have to try! Besides, it could be something simple like the 'touched' virus we picked up all those years ago."
"True." Hammond agreed with a sigh, "but right now the President and Joint Chiefs aren't budging."
"So let Teal'c and I go. We're not military, so we don't have to follow orders, and we're not going to be any use here anyway!"
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Dropping down to the ground outside the camp, Jack wriggled forward, trying to get a closer look. He was still breathing heavily, but it had slowed considerably in the past few hours. If anyone had told him that he would have been able to run as far and fast as he had, he would have laughed at them and reminded them of his (unfortunately) ever increasing age.
Sam was awake, but she couldn't leave, every time she tried to, they stopped her, snarling and growling. Jack could smell her. Sweat, fear and that unique smell that was all hers. Keepign down wind, he crept closer, his mind analysing the situation, while identifying the owners of each smell he caught in the air, and filing it away in his memory.
One of the men walked over to Sam, actually, stalked would be a better description. The Major shrank backwards, pushing against his arm as he grabbed a hold of her. But he was too strong. Maybe even stronger than Teal'c. And his smell was over-powering.
Through her fear, Sam was determined not to give up, she was also aware of the strange things that had been happening to her since they'd first grabbed a hold of her. She was changing, she knew. It wasn't like the time when she had been infected with the 'touched' virus. Then, she'd been unable to control herself, and hadn't known anything was wrong. This time, she could feel it. Could feel her senses sharpening, picking up a myriad of smells and tastes floating on the air that a normal human was oblivious to.
And she knew that she was stronger, stronger than she had been before. She had felt her muscles tightening, growing. But despite all this, she was unable to ward off her attacker.
There was a growl, and the man went sprawling, pushed out of the way by another man.
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"As far as I can tell from what you've told me," Janet was saying, "these Krema-tals are very much like the 'touched' we encounted on the land of light and dark. Basically, it seems that the males were out hunting for more females to add to their tribe. They picked Sam, and so have carried her back off with them. Once they get there, it's most likely that they will fight for her."
"Fight for her?" Daniel asked.
"Yes." Janet agreed, "the females didn't just go choosing the males, the males would fight each other to impress the females. Remember, the strongest males were picked for the strongest offspring with the most chance of survival. But, from what you've told me, and the footage sent back by the MALP, myself and Doctor Hemmings, who specialises in nature studies, have determined that they aren't actually acting liek neolithic man, but rather like animals, as the villager said."
"Animals?" Daniel felt that this couldn't get any worse.
"Yes. Like a pack. There will be an alpha male, who gains that position by fighting for it. From what we can tell, this pack will be run as a kind of a cross between a wolf pack and a lion's pride. The males will fight for the females, and then they will take them. The females don't really have a choice in the matter, but because everything is run by instinct, they don't actually care, all they want is a male who is able to protect them and their kids, and will provide strong kids so that they can survive. Basically, it's all about survival. They live off instinct." She sighed, "we have to get them back."
"So, right now, they could be fighting for Sam?" Daniel asked, "to determine who gets to, gets to..."
"Gets to mate with her?" Janet suggested. "Yes."
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The first man hit the ground and rolled, coming up in a fighting stance. Watching the two males circle each other, Jack made his way slowly over towards Sam, trying to shake the fog that seemed to be clouding his brain. Spotting him, Sam sat up straighter.
"Sir!" She breathed a sigh of relief. Pausing as she noticed the strange look in his eyes, but those thoughts vanished as she saw the winner of the two fighting males coming towards her, obviously to claim his 'prize'. With a burst of motion, Jack leapt forward, putting himself between the other male and Sam.
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"But, Jack's black ops trained, surely he can deal with these guys." Daniel suggested hopefully. Janet sighed.
"I'm sure he can, Daniel, but that's the point. If the Colonel wins, then he gets to claim Sam."
"So? They come back here and everythings ok."
"No, no it's not Daniel, because they won't come back here."
"What do you mean?" The archeologist was beginning to get seriously worried now, watching his friend's face carefully.
"They're infected Daniel. Jack will quite possibly become the alpha male, he'll claim Sam and they'll live with the pack."
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Ducking, Jack instinctively wrapped his arms around the other male's body, twisting. He'd already defeated five other males, and they just kept on coming. It seemed that Sam was some kind of a novelty, and all the males wanted her as their mate.
Feeling a hand slash across his face, nails sharp as claws, Jack tasted blood, and that's when he lost the last part of his conscious mind. Now, everything was running on instinct.
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"The worst part," Janet continued, "isn't that he'll claim her, or that they'll stay there, but that, as far as I can tell, Sam will most likely be unaffected by whatever it is, because of Jollinar."
"Wait a minute!" Daniel held up his hand, "so you're saying that Sam will be fine? What about Jack? He..."
"The Colonel never blended properly with his symbiote, not like Sam, so while he may have some protection, say enough to let him remember how to fight the way he was taught, I doubt that he'll be able to resist much at all."
"But still, Sam will be fine, so she brings him back here." Daniel didn't quite understand why the Doc looked so unhappy.
"Don't you get it Daniel?" She exclaimed, "he'll be running on instinct. The Colonel, we can safely say, will win the fight. Then, he will claim Sam, even if she doesn't want him to!"
Daniel stared at her in shock. "You're saying that Jack could be raping Sam right now?" He asked.
"Yes."
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Sighing in relief, Sam watched as Jack defeated the last challenger. Her instincts were working fully now, and she knew that the Colonel was now the leader of the pack. So no-one would question them leaving. Turning towards her, Jack padded over with a grace that she knew he had picked up from the virus or whatever it was that was affecting all these people, Sam waiting.
He crouched down beside her, reaching out one hand to touch her face.
"I'm fine Sir." Sam said. And that was when she realised it. The Colonel was gone, he was infected too. Her heart caught in her throat as Sam struggled to contain her growing panic. Jack was now Krema-tal, how was she going to get out of here?
And then, as the Colonel's hand drifted down off her face, she realised that she had a much bigger problem. Jack had just fought for her, and won. According to pack law, she was now his. It was time for him to claim her.
Scrambling backwards, Sam pushed herself to her feet in a terror. No, not this. Not this. Not Jack. He was her CO, her friend, her protector. This couldn't be happening. But seeing him step towards her, Sam knew that it was, and she turned and fled.