Author's Note: Ok, your right, I have been spelling Gou'ald (sorry, Goa'uld) wrong, but, whatever, you get the gist. I've already got most of this written and its habit so you'll probably have to suffer through the rest of the story like that, sorry. But I'll try to fix that in my future stories.

As for the periods in the middle of the sentences (as someone inquired about) those are usually used to express a pause or break in the speech. Like, for instance, when you stop to think or rephrase what you want to say. Just thought you'd like to know.

Otherwise, I'm very thankful about all the responses I got. Thanks. Enjoy the chapter and please R/R

Summary: When the NID want something, they'll go to any extreme to get it and the SGC is finding that out. But how will it affect Jesse?

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Chapter Fourteen:

New Extremes

**Colorado Springs Middle School, Math Class**

On a cool, spring day, Jesse wanted no more than to turn all the clocks forward to escape the hold school always claimed over him and run free in the grass, smelling the freshly blooming flowers. But that would have to wait. Wait another few hours.

Looking down at his newest math test, his mind was immediately snapped out of his daydream as it began figuring out the complex problem. He was concentrating so hard he barely heard a knock at the closed door. Mrs. Maxwell, his teacher, stood and walked over to the door to answer, careful not to disturb her students.

"Yes?" She asked off in the distance from Jesse.

"Do you have a Jesse O'Neill in your class?" A man with a deep voice and a hard face asked. At first, Mrs. Maxwell was surprised to see what he wore: a navy blue Air Force uniform. But then she relaxed and pretended it didn't bother her.

"Yes, but he's taking a test now."

"Can he make up the test at a later time? His presence is required elsewhere," the man informed her.

Looking over her shoulder at the young man working hard, she turned back and asked, "Do you have the parent's permission to pull him out of school?"

"Yes," he stated dully, not bothering to expand. "Really, ma'am, I must take him with me now. It is very important."

"What could the U.S. military want with a child?" She asked, but her question was never answered. Jesse's ears perked when they heard her words and his head shot up to look at the visitor.

The man saw this and his eyes met with Jesse's. "Jesse O'Neill?" Jesse merely nodded, a sickening sense of dajvue taking over him. "Come with me." Jesse obediently stood and began walking toward the door, books in hand.

"Did you finish?" She asked, beginning to see what this was meaning to Jesse. He just shook his head no. "You can take it later then."

Before Jesse began moving toward the door again when he heard someone snicker, "What has he done now?" Turning his neck to the sound, he saw Alyssa hitting Shayn in the arm and knew it was he who had said that.

His eyes locked with Alyssa's for a moment and he saw the sad, supportive smile she gave him: she was the only one who knew about his parents being military. The only one who could possibly know that this type of visit wasn't good when they came for him.

"Come on," the man beckoned him, his voice not as rude or rushed. Jesse turned and walked back toward the officer then walked out of the room, knowing how many rumors would soon spread about this.

Unlike the last time he had been taken from his school, Jesse didn't bother asking questions, he knew he wouldn't get much from the nameless man. He stopped only at his locker to put his books away but didn't bother removing his backpack or getting any homework he knew would be due the next day.

Walking to the car, which was packed precisely where last had been, he got in and waited patiently with the man. The ride was long and boring, no words were exchanged between the two. The man just drove, starring at the road as if he would die if he didn't. But Jesse was so preoccupied with what was going on to realize that they weren't on the road to the SGC.

**Colorado Springs Middle School**

Without pause, SG-1 scrambled out of their car and raced up the stairs to the doors. Running inside with their SG-1 patches and in their fatigues did not go unnoticed. When Jack ran into the main office, he got more than the one noticeable stare from the secretary he talked to.

"Do you know where a Jesse O'Neill is?"

After pushing, what seemed like, a few random buttons on her keyboard, she answered, "He was just signed out."

"By who?"

"A Major David Thomson. Is there some reason you need him?" She asked, taking a second look at his clothing.

"Yes, he's my son and was not supposed to be removed from school!" Jack shouted before giving up on the useless secretary and walked back to his team. "They already got him."

"Did they know who?"

"Major David Thomson," was all Jack said. His feet were already heading back for the car.

"Now what?"

"We run every check for who this Major Thomson is. We find out where he is and get Jesse back. But we don't… we don't give them the virus." Jack's mind was set. No matter how much he didn't like the Tok'ra, he wouldn't see them get hurt by the stupidity of the NID. And, no matter how much he loved his son, he wouldn't risk it. Not even to get him back.

**Unknown**

When the black sedan parked in front of an unknown building thirty minutes later, Jesse didn't know how to react. He knew that he wasn't at the SGC and was beginning to get the impression that these people weren't part of the SGC.

"Get out," the 'Air Force' officer barked at him. "Now!"

Jesse, unsure as to how to escape or take in where he was, did as told. Unbuckling himself, he opened the door and stepped out. The sunlight bothered his eyes for an instant before they adjusted and saw the three men exit the beat up and old hospital building.

Two of the three were dressed in complete black while the third wore an outfit similar to a doctor's lab coat. For only a moment, he was confused. But, just before the men grabbed him, he understood: they wanted the virus.

Trying to pull himself from their grasp, Jesse fought hard to escape the men. He was hurting enough for the accidental deaths of so many; he wouldn't let them harm more. Stepping on feet, pulling on their arms, he tried everything he could think of to aggravate them into letting go. But nothing worked.

"Now, now, Jesse. That's not a way to treat these nice gentlemen," the doctor cooed, his voice soothing and hypnotic but Jesse still fought against them. "If you keep that up, I'm afraid I will have to sedate you." Jesse acted as if he hadn't heard a word they had said and continued his fight.

"Tis, tis, I would have thought better of the Colonel's and Major's son," he scolded.

"What do you want?" Jesse asked, deciding to play dumb.

"The virus, of course."

"What virus? I'm not sick." Playing dumb seemed to only annoy them further.

"Now, Jesse, fighting and lying, those are not traits I would have thought you capable of. Really," he scolded again.

"Really, I don't know what you're talking about." Jesse's voice was becoming more strained from fighting harder against the suited men all the while his acting skills were making him seem more and more fearful of his kidnapping.

"Please, Jesse, you're not making this any easier on yourself. Just come peacefully and this won't take long at all. We just want a blood sample, then you're on your way." Jesse heard the words and digested them without fault. He smiled internally; it was too perfect. But he wouldn't let these people know that.

Continuing with his fight, they walked him into the abandoned hospital.

**SGC, Sam's Lab**

"Any progress, Major?" When in his serious mode, Jack would, usually, still play around with Carter's title. But, after the resent events in their relationship he couldn't understand, he didn't add his normal twist to the word.

"No, sir," she answered, the computer screen reflecting onto her face.

"Keep trying," Jack told her as he turned to leave her lab.

"What if we never find him?" Jack stopped in mid-stride and turned back to find Sam standing, her eyes glowing with apprehension.

"We'll find him," Jack said, firmly.

"And what if they kill him? What then?"

"They won't." Jack voice was neutral but not quiet monotone.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I know. He's too important to them. They wouldn't risk it," Jack stated, trying to assure her.

By then, tears were forming in her eyes. All Jack knew to do was to hold her. To comfort her. Pulling her to him with strong arms, he held her close to his chest and allowed her racking sobs to dispel.

He didn't know how long he held her, whispering kind words and kissing her soft, blonde hair. But he knew that she didn't push him away nor did he let go even when she had no more tears to shed. His hands lazily drew circles on her back as his cheek was laying on her head while Sam's forehead rested on his chest and her hands lay flat against his chest and shoulders.

True, it was a compromising position to be found in, but neither cared. Like the other day at Jack's house, it was as if nothing else existed- mattered. They both knew that something between them- what had been there for so long- was changing, morphing, into something else; something closer.

Finally, Sam pushed Jack away, but not completely, just enough to see his face. Looking into her eyes, Jack could see the ragging emotions she felt. He also knew that she could see the varying emotions he was feeling at that moment. Even the debate going on in his head about whether or not he should kiss her.

As if reading that thought, Sam answered it for him by leaning in closer. Their lips met in their second kiss; a more passionate kiss than either had ever experienced. Letting out their frustrations, grief, joy, desire, and everything they felt in a kiss that lasted less than a minute.

**Unknown**

Jesse was beginning to tire of his incessant struggling- both against the men and the restraints holding him down to the surgical table. Only, now, he was stuck to a bed with a gag on. But he made the most of his no security by working on his bonds.

Looking around and keeping himself busy- and what he had seen in the hall- it seemed that it was merely an abandoned hospital with much of the equipment interacted.

The same man, the one with a deep, mysterious voice, stepped through the door and into the room. In his hand he held some strange liquid in a vial and a shot in the other hand. Sticking the needle into the vial, in removed some of the liquid and brought it into the shot.

After tapping it and allowing some of the liquid to drip down the needle, he turned and looked at Jesse. Jesse struggling had stopped as he watched, almost hypnotized.

"It won't hurt, I promise. You see, I bet you thought nothing would go wrong. We just want a blood sample and I know you know that the virus isn't active in your system at the moment. But, with a simple shot of this, that won't matter."

Hearing his words, Jesse's struggle continued again. Moving everything as much as he could, including his arms. His body thrashed up and down on the table, trying to force his way out of the restraints.

"Now, now. There's nothing to get upset about." Without care of Jesse's movements, he inserted the needle and injected the liquid into Jesse's system, tearing the tender skin in the process. Jesse winced, the pain of the deep cut making his nerves start on fire. "You see, if it weren't for your moving, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe that will teach you."

Jesse felt the liquid circulating through his system, starting the horrible illness the virus caused as it worked to destroy the substance. His focus so intent on that, he hardly noticed the doctor leaving him there to suffer once again.

**Unknown**

"Everything's on time. Within the next few hours, we should be able to extract the virus," a man, dressed in a black suit, spoke into his cell phone. His voice was low and almost monotone as he stood in a dark room looking out at a surgical room.

"Good. See to it that everything stays that way," the voice on the other end ordered, equally as deep and emotionless.

"Absolutely."

"Anything else?"

"Just one thing. What should we do with the kid when we're finished?" He asked, his eyes watching the topic of discussion as he screamed in pain, or, perhaps, fear.

"Dump him next to a hospital. Send something to the SGC telling them where to find him. But don't make it too obvious."

"Right," he answered the minute the other line went dead. With an annoyed look, he slapped the machine closed and shoved it into his pocket. "Whatever you say, sir."

**Unknown (Three Hours Later)**

Jesse's body was on fire, burning on the inside and out. Sweat poured down his back, chest, and face. His hair was again drenched in his own perspiration. The restraints holding his wrists down caused even more sweat to collect there, making the cuts and impressions sting worse.

The fire and fight in Jesse's eyes had died some time ago when the splitting headaches had begun and it had hurt too much to try fighting. To even leave his eyes open was a hassle enough; the light hurt and he barely had enough energy to hold the muscles opened.

For some reason, he had lost hope in being rescued. In surviving this episode. The last time- both of them- he had had his parents watching over him. This time, though, no one cared for him. He was an experiment, nothing more and nothing less to the people that had taken him and left him there.

Breathing was becoming harder. His chest felt like it weighed thousands of pounds. Every breathe, every movement was a hard struggle. He willed himself to keep breathing but his breaths were shallow and left his lungs oxygen hungry.

Blackness began to fall over his reeling minds. He could no longer think. His mind just slipped away and back into the unconscious bliss of sleep.

**Unknown (Five Hours Later)**

Like the "bad guy" in some action adventure movie, two men loomed in the shadows of a hidden room, looking out a large widow. Watching their prey squirm in pain while he was obvious to the world around him.

A door behind the mysterious men creaked in the silence. Looking behind themselves, they watched a young man, of the same age as their prey, walked in. He held himself with a self-confidence fast approaching arrogance.

"You're late," the farthest man, also the oldest, said, turning away from the teenager.

The coldness of his voice sent shivers down the tall, broad body of the teenager. Though his body and attitude made it appear that he was invisible, the reality was that the old man terrified him.

"I'm sorry," apologized, moving cautiously toward the window. "So what is it you want me to see?"

"The future and the end of our war with the Gou'ald," the younger man replied, his voice filled with smugness and egotism.

The muscular teenager stepped closer and looked out at the other boy strapped down to a medical bed, delusional and unknowingly fighting the doctor as he attempted to draw blood. Looking his features over, it was obvious the blonde hair and broad physique belonged to someone he had yet to make a decision about: Jesse O'Neill.

**SGC, Briefing Room**

It was as though the kiss never happened, either of them. Sam and Jack, though back on speaking terms and acting like normal around each other, had silently decided that, for then, they wouldn't talk about it. At least not until they found Jesse and things had clamed down.

Sitting still in their chairs, they acted perfectly as if nothing had happened. Even as the General walked through his office doors.

"This just arrived," Hammond said, beginning his meeting with SG-1, as he dropped a piece of paper on the ground.

"What is it?" Daniel asked.

"A note from an unknown party."

Sam picked up the piece of note paper and ready the sloppy words out loud, "'A place of healing you must go, to find your son you will know. The name he has, we don't know.'"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack asked, not understanding the riddle.

"I don't know, sir," Sam asked, not looking him directly in the eye like she normally would have bit still looking at him.

After a few moments of thought, Daniel piped up and said, "Maybe they put him in a hospital. It is a 'healing place'. Under a different name, perhaps."

"It could be," Hammond agreed.

"I can run a search of all the patients who checked in this area of Colorado within the past twenty-four hours," Sam purposed.

"Do it," Hammond ordered. Sam stood with a nod and walked away, ready to search the databases.

**Unknown**

"With this," the younger man started, "We could eliminate every Gou'ald in existence and all of their Jaffa. And can you believe the SGC in too afraid to use it. To let us use it."

The old man gave a small grin at the delighted other one. "Calm yourself, Dean. We have all the time in the world. Besides, the only reason the SGC hasn't use this thing, is they're afraid of contaminating the Tok'ra and Jaffa Rebellion."

Removing the hand from Dean's shoulder, the older man stepped away and picked up a vial of blood. "But we're not. If one or two of them must die… well, they were willing to the entire time. It's not important to us."

Dean's smile grew. That was why he joined the NID, not the SGC. They were willing to get things done no matter the cost.

Off in the corner, a young teenager listened in. He didn't join the NID for that. Actually, he didn't join the NID; they forced him in when his father decided that he was old enough to learn. He may have known who the Gou'ald were and was told they were a threat to be eliminated, but he didn't know who the Tok'ra and Rebel Jaffa. From his perspective, the Rebel Jaffa would be good to keep alive, why they should be sacrificed was not something he would advice.

Hearing most of their conversation was over, he slipped away and out the door. He hated working with these people most of the time but his father said he had to. So he did. Perhaps he would have to speak with Jesse; talk to him about what he had heard and get some information.

**Colorado Springs General Hospital**

"We found him outside the door. He was delusional and kept babbling on about being kidnapped and having something inside of him. All we found in his blood test was a virus. Nothing else," Dr. Warren explained to Jack, Janet, and Sam as he led them through the halls to his patient's room. "I'd like to keep him here for further observation."

"I'm afraid that's not possible," Janet started, their coverstory about to go into play.

"And why is that?" The doctor asked, clearly becoming agitated.

"I can't say much but… we believe he may have been exposed to an experimental chemical the Air Force has been working on. It would account for the high fever, delusions and increased paranoia," Janet informed him.

"Experimental chemical for the Air Force? What? Are you guys working with biological warfare now?"

"No. It's not like that. It's for… something classified, but there's no darner of spreading this to the general public, I promise," Jack assured him. "We can let him out of isolation, it's safe."

"I don't think you know how easily a virus like this can spread, Colonel. And, considering the symptoms, I doubt anyone'll want to catch it," Dr. Warren told him, his voice the perfect example of an arrogant doctor thinking he knows more than anyone else.

Janet, who had moved closer to the window on the wall protecting others from Jesse, looked behind herself and addressed the doctor. "Dr. Warren, trust me, he isn't capable of transmitting the virus to anyone. It's been tested… on accident. We need to take him with us to help him to recover."

"I don't know," he said, hesitantly.

"Please, we know how to treat this. Quiet frankly, you don't," Sam told him, her eyes finally pulling themselves away from Jesse's pale, still body.

"I'm sorry, Major, but this is a hospital. I don't see how the Air Force could do any better than we can," he stated.

"We can. We've seen it before and have worked with it. We know how to treat it, how to help those who've contracted the virus. You've never seen it before nor have you worked with it," Janet retorted.

With a shake of the head, "I'll have to get it cleared."

"Thank-you," Janet replied.

Sam nodded at Jack and the two entered the quarantined room, heading straight for Jesse. For a moment, Janet watched them, knowing how much they had become attached to the boy and how much they must have been hurting when they couldn't find him.

"Uh, Doctor. I'll need to take all of his labs and chart. Everything. As far as anyone knows, he wasn't here. Never was. Got it?" Janet told him, her eyes completely sincere and commanding on the outside while, on the inside, she wished it wasn't necessary.

Dr. Warren nodded with a sigh. It was evident to the Air Force doctor that he was hesitant to do as they asked but, she knew from his half-defeated posture, that he would back down and do as they asked.

"I'll go get them and have him released," he replied before Janet nodded and joined her friends with Jesse.

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Hmm, I really don't have a clue what to say. I, unfortunately, didn't have time to spell-check this one as well as I'd have liked but I will try to do so for the next chapters. So, I do apologize for any problem with the grammar/spelling. But, as always, please R/R and tell me what you thought.