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. (M is an Australian rating - 15 years and over).
Pairing: Sam/Jack, possibly Daniel/Janet.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys!
~Angelcat70, I agree. Alpa male. Oh yeh!
~ Lady Alexandra, here's the next part! (I hope to continue it too).
~ Bekki, thanks for letting me know about the reviews thing, I hadn't noticed! And girl, that review - wow, I like long reviews ; )
~~~~~~~~~~*Last Time...*~~~~~~~~~~
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 waited.
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.
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The trees whipped by Sam's face as she ran, ducking and dodging the foliage. Behind her, she could hear the Colonel following, and then he was to the side, in front, on the other side. He was playing with her.
The thought sickened Sam, and she stumbled for a moment before continuing on, breaths coming in harsh, rapid gasps. 'This can't be happening.' She thought. But it was.
Dodging past another tree, Sam dared a quick glance behind her. Sharpened eyesight defined the Colonel from the blur that any normal human eye would see at the speed at which she was going. Part of her, a small, childlike part, was thrilled by the speed and freedom that her 'infection' had afforded her. The other part, her logical side, knew the danger that she was in.
Leaping lightly over a fallen log, Sam raced onwards, not daring to slow down.
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"General, Sir, we need to go back." Placing a medical file on the large desk in front of her, Doctor Janet Fraiser stared at her CO. Hammond sighed.
"Doctor," he said. "I understand your concern for the Colonel and Major's safety, but there's really nothing we can do. The Joint Chiefs have voted against us taking any action whatsoever, to retrieve the Colonel and Major. They fear that all we will succeed in doing is bringing the virus back here, or at the very least, losing some more good men."
"Yes, but General, Sir, I don't think you understand." Janet sighed, running one hand through her hair. "From what we can tell, Major Carter won't be properly infected by this 'virus'. Her blending with Jollinar will prevent that."
"So what you are telling me Doctor, is that we have a fully functioning soldier behind enemy lines?"
"Yes sir. Well, as fully functioning as possible under the circumstances."
"And you believe that we should go back for her."
"Yes Sir." Another pause. "Sir," Janet began again. "I believe that if we do not retrieve Major Carter immediately, and even then it may be too late, that, well, that Colonel O'Neill will rape her Sir."
"What?" Hammond exploded. "Colonel O'Neill is a fine officer, a little unorthodox, but I doubt that he'd ever, ever let something like that happen to the Major, let alone orchestrating it himself."
"You're forgetting Sir, Colonel O'Neill will be under the effects of the 'infection'. He'll be running purely on instinct."
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His blood pounded in his ears, racing through his system with ease. Scents, smells, he caught them all, his mind analysing each one, and then cataloguing it away. His feet hit the ground, but barely seemed to touch it, merely skimming over it.
Skirting around a clump of trees, the Colonel drew abreast of Carter, he could see her, racing along beside him. Her eyes darted his way as the wind changed, carrying his scent towards her, and she immediately changed direction. With a feral grin, the Colonel paced along after her, he was on the hunt, and she was his prey.
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"And this means what Doctor?" Hammond asked, "that years of training will simply go out the window?"
"Yes Sir," Janet replied, "and with all due respect Sir, we can't leave Sam there, not in that situation." Hammond frowned, crossing his arms. This latest news had disturbed him greatly.
"Unfortunately," he said, "the matter is out of our hands. Until I receive permission from higher up, my hands are tied." Janet sighed, ducking her head.
"We can't leave her there," she whispered, "she can't go through this again."
Hammond leant forward, straightening in his chair. "Again?" he asked.
"Darn it Sir!" Janet exploded, "Sam and I knew each other growing up, we spent some time at the same school." She choked on her words, furiously wiping a stray tear away. "We were sixteen when it happened." Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she looked straight into General Hammon'd eyes. "When we were raped."
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Sam ducked once more, and then dodged, catching another whiff of the Colonel's scent to her right. A shadow flickered on her peripheral vision as he moved to her left, making her turn once more. He was warding her off! He was herding her!
The realisation almost made the Major stop dead in her tracks. But there was nothing she could do about it. Unless she wanted to meet the guy who was determined to claim her, she had to keep on going.
The trees parted up ahead, and Sam ran out of them, daring a glance over her shoulder. Turning back around she skidded to a stop, balanced precariously on the edge of a cliff. A large, deep pool glittered darkly below her in the fading light.
Paniced, Sam glanced around her, breathing hard. Something smashed into her. No, ran would be a better word. Two strong arms wrapped around Sam's waist, even as she felt herself being knocked over the edge.
"Nooooo!" She screamed as the water rose up to meet her.
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Hammond stared at the petite doctor. "You're telling me..." he began.
"Yes." She answered quickly, cutting him off. "Sam took it really badly. I, I guess I just taught myself to pretend that it'd never happened. But Sam, she couldn't do that. She, she got pregnant." Janet could hear Daniel's sharp intake of breath behind her. "I spent so much time comforting her that I kind of forgot about what happened to me." She paused, blinking back unwanted tears. "She lost the baby. Miscarriage. After that, Sam just wasn't the same person." Janet grinned softly at a memory. "She used to be the lead cheerleader, you know. But after that, everything changed. She didn't wear another skirt for at least a year, gave up cheerleading, and enlisted. The fact that most people who saw her when she was pregnant never considered that it was in no way her fault and were always giving her disgusted looks, didn't help either." The doc. ran one hand nervously through her hair. "I've been raped, General, and believe me. There is nothing worse. We have to get them back. Both of them. If it's not bad enough that she's most likely going to raped, it has to be him as well."
The General and Daniel knew what she meant by that. Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter had always had a close relationship. In fact, if not for their jobs and the regulations, many believed that they would have been married by now. Not only that, but the Colonel had really been the first CO Carter had ever had who had treated her fairly, and not tried to get into her pants.
This was the worst thing that anyone could think of happening.
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Spluttering as she came up out of the water, Sam immediately tried to swim away, but the Colonel's strong arms were still wrapped tightly around her. Kicking out at him, Sam tried frantically to get away, but it was no use. There was nothing she could do.
Letting out a low growl, the Colonel pinned Sam's arms to her body, stilling her thrashing legs with his own. His hot breath blew across her neck and Sam stiffened slightly, before relaxing. There was a sharp pain as the Colonel's teeth dug into her shoulder, just at the base of her neck.
Despite herself, Sam let out a small whimper. He'd just marked her, and every instinct of Sam's was relaxing in the safety of that knowledge. She now belonged to him. Every other male would know that she was his, everyone would that she was his. And if anyone ever tried to harm her, or take her away, he'd just promised to be there for her. He was her protector now, her provider, her mate.
That thought alone sent shivers down Sam's spine. How many times had she dreamt of this? Belonging to him. Belonging to Jack. But never like this.
Drawing his mouth away from her shoulder, the Colonel licked it, his tongue tracing the deep teeth marks that he'd left behind. She was his now. She would carry that mark for the rest of her life.
Feeling the Colonel's tongue against her skin, Sam sighed. This was better than anything that she'd ever dreamt of. But she couldn't do this. They couldn't do this. Fighting against her instincts gained from her own infection, but merely underlying suggestions within her mind, whispers deciphering what each signal, each smell, each touch she received meant, Sam began to breath deeply. She knew that she couldn't get away. This wasn't her choice. But in a way, it felt so right.
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Pacing up and down outside the General's door, Daniel seemed determined to wear a path in the floor, which would be quite a feat considering that the base was made up of concrete and steel. He was worried. Real worried.
The door opened, and the doctor of archeology spun around to face it. Hammond stepped through, and he appeared to be smiling slightly. Nodding at the civilian, he let his smile bloom. "You have a go." He said.
"Yes!" Punching the air, Daniel raced off to find Teal'c so that they could leave. He was already geared up, and he knew that the big Jaffa would be also. Sagging against the wall in relief, Janet nodded to the General.
"Thankyou Sir." She said.
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Waking up slowly, Sam rolled over. She was lying on some kind of bed made out of moss and other plants. It was actually quite soft. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, feeling someone watching her. Rolling over, Sam stared up at the Colonel's face. But she'd known that she would find him there, watching her, before she even opened her eyes. She could smell him. Everywhere, but also, behind her. The stronger scent which she picked up coming off him. These new senses sure were good for some things, she decided.
Dark, thoughtful eyes regarded her intensely, almost as if he was looking into her. Blushing and smiling self-consciously, the Major glanced around for her clothes. But she couldn't see them anywhere. She frowned.
"Jack?" She asked, the name slipping off her lips automatically and startling her. Pausing in surprise, Sam shrugged, it seemed appropriate somehow. "Where are my clothes?"
He tilted his head, watching her. But there was no recognition in his eyes. "Ok." Sam murmered, squeezing her own eyes tightly shut. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place. His total lack of verbal communication, his uncomprehending expression.
Instinctively, Sam let out a soft purr. The Colonel reacted immediately, pushing himself up and leaving the shelter. Sam rolled over onto her back. She'd just instinctively asked him for food. And he'd gone to get it. It was like the 'virus' or whatever it was hadn't made them primitive, oh no, more like it had tried to wipe over their brain patterns, their thoughts, their minds, with a whole new way of thinking, complete with a new language. A language that she'd often seen on nature programs back on earth.
Earth. Somehow, the Major doubted that she would be seeing that planet again for a very long time. It was too risky. They couldn't risk sending more people back here to get infected as well. There would be no rescue.
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Jigging impatiently, Daniel glanced back at Teal'c before adjusting the strap on his pack once more. The big Jaffa stood silently beside him, waiting patiently. At least, to the casual observer he appeared to waiting patiently, even to the studious observer he appeared to be quite patient, but to those few who knew him well, they could sense, more than see, the underlying tension in his stance.
There was a clatter behind them as SG-4 entered the room, led by Ferretti.
"Let's go get them back boys." He said, nodding towards the ramp as they watched the stone ring spin, chevrons locking into place. As the kawoosh of the wormhole settled back comfortably into the 'gate, it was all that Daniel could do to prevent himself from running up the ramp.
They were going to get them back.
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A/N: As always, reviews are *very* welcome. I hope that you enjoyed this. If you think that I need to up the rating, please let me know and I will do so, as I don't want to offend anyone. Thankyou.
Crayzeegal.
Blooper: Waking up slowly, Sam rolled over. She was lying on some kind of bed made out of moss and other pants.
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. (M is an Australian rating - 15 years and over).
Pairing: Sam/Jack, possibly Daniel/Janet.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys!
~Angelcat70, I agree. Alpa male. Oh yeh!
~ Lady Alexandra, here's the next part! (I hope to continue it too).
~ Bekki, thanks for letting me know about the reviews thing, I hadn't noticed! And girl, that review - wow, I like long reviews ; )
~~~~~~~~~~*Last Time...*~~~~~~~~~~
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 waited.
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.
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The trees whipped by Sam's face as she ran, ducking and dodging the foliage. Behind her, she could hear the Colonel following, and then he was to the side, in front, on the other side. He was playing with her.
The thought sickened Sam, and she stumbled for a moment before continuing on, breaths coming in harsh, rapid gasps. 'This can't be happening.' She thought. But it was.
Dodging past another tree, Sam dared a quick glance behind her. Sharpened eyesight defined the Colonel from the blur that any normal human eye would see at the speed at which she was going. Part of her, a small, childlike part, was thrilled by the speed and freedom that her 'infection' had afforded her. The other part, her logical side, knew the danger that she was in.
Leaping lightly over a fallen log, Sam raced onwards, not daring to slow down.
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"General, Sir, we need to go back." Placing a medical file on the large desk in front of her, Doctor Janet Fraiser stared at her CO. Hammond sighed.
"Doctor," he said. "I understand your concern for the Colonel and Major's safety, but there's really nothing we can do. The Joint Chiefs have voted against us taking any action whatsoever, to retrieve the Colonel and Major. They fear that all we will succeed in doing is bringing the virus back here, or at the very least, losing some more good men."
"Yes, but General, Sir, I don't think you understand." Janet sighed, running one hand through her hair. "From what we can tell, Major Carter won't be properly infected by this 'virus'. Her blending with Jollinar will prevent that."
"So what you are telling me Doctor, is that we have a fully functioning soldier behind enemy lines?"
"Yes sir. Well, as fully functioning as possible under the circumstances."
"And you believe that we should go back for her."
"Yes Sir." Another pause. "Sir," Janet began again. "I believe that if we do not retrieve Major Carter immediately, and even then it may be too late, that, well, that Colonel O'Neill will rape her Sir."
"What?" Hammond exploded. "Colonel O'Neill is a fine officer, a little unorthodox, but I doubt that he'd ever, ever let something like that happen to the Major, let alone orchestrating it himself."
"You're forgetting Sir, Colonel O'Neill will be under the effects of the 'infection'. He'll be running purely on instinct."
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His blood pounded in his ears, racing through his system with ease. Scents, smells, he caught them all, his mind analysing each one, and then cataloguing it away. His feet hit the ground, but barely seemed to touch it, merely skimming over it.
Skirting around a clump of trees, the Colonel drew abreast of Carter, he could see her, racing along beside him. Her eyes darted his way as the wind changed, carrying his scent towards her, and she immediately changed direction. With a feral grin, the Colonel paced along after her, he was on the hunt, and she was his prey.
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"And this means what Doctor?" Hammond asked, "that years of training will simply go out the window?"
"Yes Sir," Janet replied, "and with all due respect Sir, we can't leave Sam there, not in that situation." Hammond frowned, crossing his arms. This latest news had disturbed him greatly.
"Unfortunately," he said, "the matter is out of our hands. Until I receive permission from higher up, my hands are tied." Janet sighed, ducking her head.
"We can't leave her there," she whispered, "she can't go through this again."
Hammond leant forward, straightening in his chair. "Again?" he asked.
"Darn it Sir!" Janet exploded, "Sam and I knew each other growing up, we spent some time at the same school." She choked on her words, furiously wiping a stray tear away. "We were sixteen when it happened." Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she looked straight into General Hammon'd eyes. "When we were raped."
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Sam ducked once more, and then dodged, catching another whiff of the Colonel's scent to her right. A shadow flickered on her peripheral vision as he moved to her left, making her turn once more. He was warding her off! He was herding her!
The realisation almost made the Major stop dead in her tracks. But there was nothing she could do about it. Unless she wanted to meet the guy who was determined to claim her, she had to keep on going.
The trees parted up ahead, and Sam ran out of them, daring a glance over her shoulder. Turning back around she skidded to a stop, balanced precariously on the edge of a cliff. A large, deep pool glittered darkly below her in the fading light.
Paniced, Sam glanced around her, breathing hard. Something smashed into her. No, ran would be a better word. Two strong arms wrapped around Sam's waist, even as she felt herself being knocked over the edge.
"Nooooo!" She screamed as the water rose up to meet her.
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Hammond stared at the petite doctor. "You're telling me..." he began.
"Yes." She answered quickly, cutting him off. "Sam took it really badly. I, I guess I just taught myself to pretend that it'd never happened. But Sam, she couldn't do that. She, she got pregnant." Janet could hear Daniel's sharp intake of breath behind her. "I spent so much time comforting her that I kind of forgot about what happened to me." She paused, blinking back unwanted tears. "She lost the baby. Miscarriage. After that, Sam just wasn't the same person." Janet grinned softly at a memory. "She used to be the lead cheerleader, you know. But after that, everything changed. She didn't wear another skirt for at least a year, gave up cheerleading, and enlisted. The fact that most people who saw her when she was pregnant never considered that it was in no way her fault and were always giving her disgusted looks, didn't help either." The doc. ran one hand nervously through her hair. "I've been raped, General, and believe me. There is nothing worse. We have to get them back. Both of them. If it's not bad enough that she's most likely going to raped, it has to be him as well."
The General and Daniel knew what she meant by that. Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter had always had a close relationship. In fact, if not for their jobs and the regulations, many believed that they would have been married by now. Not only that, but the Colonel had really been the first CO Carter had ever had who had treated her fairly, and not tried to get into her pants.
This was the worst thing that anyone could think of happening.
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Spluttering as she came up out of the water, Sam immediately tried to swim away, but the Colonel's strong arms were still wrapped tightly around her. Kicking out at him, Sam tried frantically to get away, but it was no use. There was nothing she could do.
Letting out a low growl, the Colonel pinned Sam's arms to her body, stilling her thrashing legs with his own. His hot breath blew across her neck and Sam stiffened slightly, before relaxing. There was a sharp pain as the Colonel's teeth dug into her shoulder, just at the base of her neck.
Despite herself, Sam let out a small whimper. He'd just marked her, and every instinct of Sam's was relaxing in the safety of that knowledge. She now belonged to him. Every other male would know that she was his, everyone would that she was his. And if anyone ever tried to harm her, or take her away, he'd just promised to be there for her. He was her protector now, her provider, her mate.
That thought alone sent shivers down Sam's spine. How many times had she dreamt of this? Belonging to him. Belonging to Jack. But never like this.
Drawing his mouth away from her shoulder, the Colonel licked it, his tongue tracing the deep teeth marks that he'd left behind. She was his now. She would carry that mark for the rest of her life.
Feeling the Colonel's tongue against her skin, Sam sighed. This was better than anything that she'd ever dreamt of. But she couldn't do this. They couldn't do this. Fighting against her instincts gained from her own infection, but merely underlying suggestions within her mind, whispers deciphering what each signal, each smell, each touch she received meant, Sam began to breath deeply. She knew that she couldn't get away. This wasn't her choice. But in a way, it felt so right.
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Pacing up and down outside the General's door, Daniel seemed determined to wear a path in the floor, which would be quite a feat considering that the base was made up of concrete and steel. He was worried. Real worried.
The door opened, and the doctor of archeology spun around to face it. Hammond stepped through, and he appeared to be smiling slightly. Nodding at the civilian, he let his smile bloom. "You have a go." He said.
"Yes!" Punching the air, Daniel raced off to find Teal'c so that they could leave. He was already geared up, and he knew that the big Jaffa would be also. Sagging against the wall in relief, Janet nodded to the General.
"Thankyou Sir." She said.
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Waking up slowly, Sam rolled over. She was lying on some kind of bed made out of moss and other plants. It was actually quite soft. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, feeling someone watching her. Rolling over, Sam stared up at the Colonel's face. But she'd known that she would find him there, watching her, before she even opened her eyes. She could smell him. Everywhere, but also, behind her. The stronger scent which she picked up coming off him. These new senses sure were good for some things, she decided.
Dark, thoughtful eyes regarded her intensely, almost as if he was looking into her. Blushing and smiling self-consciously, the Major glanced around for her clothes. But she couldn't see them anywhere. She frowned.
"Jack?" She asked, the name slipping off her lips automatically and startling her. Pausing in surprise, Sam shrugged, it seemed appropriate somehow. "Where are my clothes?"
He tilted his head, watching her. But there was no recognition in his eyes. "Ok." Sam murmered, squeezing her own eyes tightly shut. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place. His total lack of verbal communication, his uncomprehending expression.
Instinctively, Sam let out a soft purr. The Colonel reacted immediately, pushing himself up and leaving the shelter. Sam rolled over onto her back. She'd just instinctively asked him for food. And he'd gone to get it. It was like the 'virus' or whatever it was hadn't made them primitive, oh no, more like it had tried to wipe over their brain patterns, their thoughts, their minds, with a whole new way of thinking, complete with a new language. A language that she'd often seen on nature programs back on earth.
Earth. Somehow, the Major doubted that she would be seeing that planet again for a very long time. It was too risky. They couldn't risk sending more people back here to get infected as well. There would be no rescue.
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Jigging impatiently, Daniel glanced back at Teal'c before adjusting the strap on his pack once more. The big Jaffa stood silently beside him, waiting patiently. At least, to the casual observer he appeared to waiting patiently, even to the studious observer he appeared to be quite patient, but to those few who knew him well, they could sense, more than see, the underlying tension in his stance.
There was a clatter behind them as SG-4 entered the room, led by Ferretti.
"Let's go get them back boys." He said, nodding towards the ramp as they watched the stone ring spin, chevrons locking into place. As the kawoosh of the wormhole settled back comfortably into the 'gate, it was all that Daniel could do to prevent himself from running up the ramp.
They were going to get them back.
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A/N: As always, reviews are *very* welcome. I hope that you enjoyed this. If you think that I need to up the rating, please let me know and I will do so, as I don't want to offend anyone. Thankyou.
Crayzeegal.
Blooper: Waking up slowly, Sam rolled over. She was lying on some kind of bed made out of moss and other pants.