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Summary: To stop the NID from using the alien virus, who will team up to stop them?

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Chapter Fifteen:

Unusual Alliances

"Take a look at this," Janet told them, pulling up Jesse's sleeve and displaying it to the others around her. SG-1 and General Hammond were discussing Jesse condition with her as she reported any medical findings she could.

"Ouch," Jack remarked, seeing the deep, small puncture wound on his upper arm.

"It seems that whoever kidnapped him was trying to inject him. Jesse must have been fighting against him that's why it ripped the skin," Janet explained.

"Did they succeed?" Hammond asked, standing at the foot of the bed.

"In both the hospitals and our blood work, there's nothing but the virus. But it could have been something that triggered the virus to become active. Some kind of liquid naquida or… something. I'm not sure."

"Why?" Jack asked quietly.

"Why what, sir?"

Jack looked at Sam; momentary shock written on his face as if he hadn't realized he had spoken. "Why did they inject him with something?"

"I did find a few scars, all from having his blood taken." Gesturing to his left arm, she pointed out three marks, "These were resent. This one I made. One of these might have been who ever had him. Then again, they both could have been made from the hospital staff. I don't know. We may never know if they wanted anything more than seeing what happened."

"We don't even know who did it. Whoever signed him out of school could have used a false name," Daniel stated.

"I don't think so. The NID seemed pretty insistent on having the virus. I think they would have done something like this. I wouldn't doubt for a minute that they did it," Jack stated.

"Well, when he wakes up, I'm sure he'll be able to fill us in. Keep me informed, Doctor," Hammond ordered before heading out of the Infirmary.

Daniel gave a short nod before leaving as well, shortly followed by Teal'c. Janet gave an empathetic smile and a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder before walking off, leaving Sam and Jack standing there.

"So?"

"So?"

"I guess we have a lot to talk about?" Jack said. They still weren't looking at each other; instead their focus was on Jesse.

"Yea, I guess so." For a moment, they were silent before, "Sir-"

"Carter-" They said simultaneously, interrupting each other. "You go first."

Sam could feel Jack's eyes burn into the side of her face as he looked at her, waiting for something. "Sir, forgetting about… what happened isn't a good idea. Neither is ignoring each other or pretending that we didn't-"

"Kiss," Jack finished for her.

"Yea."

"But we did," Jack started, bringing his hand to her face and forcing her to look at him. "And I enjoyed… every minute of it."

The honesty and caring in his eyes made Sam force back tears. No matter how much she knew she loved him, her fear- fear of rejection and court martial- held her back. She wanted to be able to let go, but they both knew that wasn't possible.

"So did I. But… we can't… we can't continue a relationship like that," Sam told him, tearing her eyes from his and looking back down at Jesse's bed.

"Not now. But maybe… hopefully, later. When this is over and we can have a life again." Sam gave a weak smile at his choice of words. "Even if you think you never had one, I know you must have had more of one before you joined this place." The sarcasm that now filled his voice caused her smile to grow.

"Maybe… later," she agreed. Another silence befell them as the couple watched their son sleep.

**An Hour Later**

"Daddy?" A child of five or six cried, his voice muffled and strained.

"I'm right here, kiddo. You're all right," the older man assured his son. "It's ok."

"What happened?" The child asked, his eyes forcing themselves to stay opened and alert.

For a moment, his father didn't answer. Rather, he just starred at his son with sad eyes. "You… fell and cut your neck. Then… you got really sick from it. But you're all right now. Everything's just fine."

"I had a scary dream," his exhausted voice shared. "I was in the Mountain. And… something was happening. I heard gun shots."

"It's ok," the man interrupted him. "It was just a nightmare. You're all right. You're here with me. No more guns."

The child, not knowing better, nodded and kept trying to stay awake. To continue to hear his father's voice and feel his large hand covering his smaller one. But, slowly, his sleepy eyes won out and he was again unconscious.

The boy's father sighed. He hated to lie to his son, but it was necessary. He shouldn't have to know what had happened to him. And now, he would never have to find out or experience it ever again. Perhaps when he was older, when everything was done and over with.

Standing, he walked over to the white sheet blocking the rest of the room from sight. Sliding one of the sheets away, he saw the reality of what was happening in the room. Soldiers were scattered about, many injured badly while others weren't too bad off.

His eyes looked over the room, but didn't find who he was looking for. Rather than leaving the child, he closed the barrier and sat back at his child's side, providing a constant companion.

Jesse slowly became aware of his surroundings. A monitor near by beeped insync with the steady beat of his heart. The feel of a small tube sent a strange feeling up his left hand and arm. Thin, itchy cotton sheets rubbed against his leg as he reposition it, trying to get blood to flow back through it. The sound of his raspy breathing echoed in his ears through all the silence. Few voices could be heard but were there nonetheless.

Blinking his eyes opened, the dim lighting soothed his fear of still being in the deserted hospital. Looking about himself, he found that his suspicions were correct; he was in the SGC's Infirmary. The voices, finally becoming clearer and truly registering in his mind, he figured out that they belonged to his mother, father, Dr. Fraser, and the fourth one was familiar but just beyond his memory's reach.

Through his nausea and major headache, Jesse looked over at where the voices were coming from. At first he couldn't see through the blurry haze his watery eyes were causing. But, as the figures grew closer, it became easier and easier to see them. After a moment, he could make out his mother and Janet speaking with each other while his father stood next to an older, plumper man.

The throbbing behind his eyes grew, making Jesse close them, wishing the discomfort would subside. Though it did lessen some, the effort was mostly in vain. Though the simple action did catch the petite doctor's attention for she was immediately at his side. Right behind her was, of course, the other three.

"Hey, kid. How are you feeling?" Janet asked, running her hand through his greasy, snarled hair.

"A little groggy… but… not bad," he told her through a closed throat and eyes.

Janet gave him a sympathetic smile, even though he couldn't see it. Resting her hand on his shoulder, she looked over at Jack and Sam. With Jack's nod of approval, the doctor turned back to the pained child. His eyes were newly opened and fresh tears had begun to form.

"Jesse, can you tell us what happened?" She asked gently, her voice kind and not urgent or pressuring.

With a nod, he began, "They took me out of school. Then… I was… brought to a… hospital. No one… no one there but them," he recalled, his talking becoming slower. "Something… needle." As his sentences became more and more incomplete and muttered, it became quite more apparent to everyone that he was close to falling back into unconsciousness.

"It's ok, Jesse. Go back to sleep," she cooed to him, lulling him back into slumber.

"They did inject him," Janet confirmed after she led them away from the boy's bed.

"But nothing showed up in the test," Sam retorted.

"He was already in the later stages. Whatever it was has probably been destroyed by the time anyone did any tests," Janet proposed, getting a silent form of agreement from Sam when she turned to look back at Jesse's sleeping form rather than retorting.

**Colorado Springs Middle School**

After a second time in a week of having his virus 'activated', Jesse was exhausted and tired of being sick. But he wanted to return to school. It was Wednesday, he had a test he supposedly knew nothing about and he wanted to see Alyssa again- somehow she made everything seem better for just little awhile.

With the wind whipping at his cheeks and his hands buried in his pockets, Jesse started walking towards the stairs. But the sound of Shayn's voice stopped Jesse. He turned to see the Basketball Captain walk right toward him saying:

"Can we talk?"

It was hard to hear what he had said over the wind, but Jesse made it out. Nodding, he stepped forward a bit in order to hear better.

"Where were you the past two days?" Shayn asked, his voice sincere and the look in his eyes saying he didn't care to know.

"Why do you care?"

"Where were you?" He persisted.

Jesse sighed and said, "I was sick. They pulled me out of school because my parents hadn't returned from some mission of theirs. I guess I got sick worrying over them."

Shayn nodded, getting the information he needed. Moving until his lips were right next to Jesse's ears, he asked, "Do you know what a Tok'ra is?"

Though the name from his enemy's lips startled Jesse, he hid it well. "A what?"

With a frustrated sigh, Shayn tried again, "What the hell's in your blood? I know they took some and then started talking about how they would kill the Gou'ald, the Tok'ra, and the Jaffa Rebellion."

Jesse starred, dumbfounded, at Shayn. He may have only known about these things for two weeks, but he had been sworn to secrecy and he knew everyone else was as well. So:

"How do you know that?"

"Look, I don't have time to explain my life like I know you don't as well. Just tell me, what's in your blood?" Shayn demanded.

But Jesse looked away, his mind fast trying to solve the problem at hand. "No wonder they did it. They wanted the virus."

"What virus? What are you talking about?"

"Look," Jesse said, turning back to Shayn, "I don't have time to explain. Just tell me where it is."

"Why?"

"I have to tell my parents. They can get rid of it."

"No! What is it first."

Jesse sighed and told him, "I was… accidentally exposed to a virus years ago. It spreads to anyone with a Gou'ald symbiote then kills it. Jaffa die from losing their immune system. Most Gou'ald die because their hosts are too old. I don't know about a Tok'ra."

"So this thing… would kill them?"

"Yes. It spreads rapidly from host to host. They'd all be dead easily."

"Then, they can't let it loose?"

"No. Tell me where they have the virus. If I tell my parents and the organization they work with, they can eliminate it. Trust me." For a minute, Shayn didn't know how to react. He wanted to tell but he wasn't sure.

Suddenly the bell rang, telling them they needed to get inside. "Meet me at the first floor bathroom at eight-thirty. All right? We'll talk then."

"Alright." This time, when a gust of wind his Jesse's cheeks, he felt nothing. His blood was running cold. He couldn't believe anyone would do this. He needed to tell his parents. And he would. After his talk with Shayn, he would find out where it was, and then he'd call his parents and tell them what was happening. But, for now, he needed to go to school.

**Unknown**

"How are the tests going?" Dean was asked as he held a small cell phone to his ear.

"Well, sir. I think it's safe to say that they'll be completed soon, as long as there are no interferences," he answered with overconfidence.

"Good, good. Keep me informed," the man told him, hanging up his phone without any words of departure.

**Colorado Springs Middle School**

Jesse looked up at the wall clock, expectantly. Eight-thirty was fast approaching. The half an hour had passed before he knew it and was finding that sitting through the already boring English class was near impossible.

Looking back at the clock, he sighed and decided it was good enough. Raising his hand, his teacher, Mr. Zimmerman, walked over to him.

"Yes?"

"May I go to the bathroom, please?" Jesse asked, his voice as polite and sweet as he could make it through all his nervousness.

"Yes. Take the pass," Mr. Zimmerman's low voice replied.

"Thank-you." Standing, he walked past the other desks, grabbed the pass off of the chalkboard and walked out of the room without another word.

Briskly, he walked down the hallway, careful to keep his uncertain legs from running. Approaching the stairs, he walked down a flight to find himself on the first floor. Once there, he moved quickly and quietly down the silent halls until he made it to the bathroom. Stepping inside, he found Shayn, alone, in there.

"You never answered my question," he stated, leaning against the stall.

"Which one?"

"What's a Tok'ra?"

Jesse hesitated a minute. He knew that Shayn had been told a lot but he wasn't about to tell him everything if he wasn't supposed to. "Tell me how do you know about the Gou'ald and everything, first."

Shayn, looking annoyed but in agreement, nodded and said, "That's fair. My father works for the NID. He wants me to work there one day. He would take me into his work every once in a while. It was only when I overheard a couple conversations I shouldn't have that he told me some things. Now you tell me."

"Alright. A Tok'ra is sort of like a Gou'ald. But they only take willing hosts and don't take them over completely. Like sharing the body. The Tok'ra fight against the Gou'ald. They're our ally."

"Then why would the NID want to kill them?"

"They want to kill them with the virus?" The horror in his voice registered in Shayn's ears and he knew this virus thing was more personal than Jesse was letting on.

"That's what they said. I mean, they don't want to kill them. Just if it were necessary or happened on accident, then they didn't seem to mind. Same thing with the Rebel Jaffa," he explained.

Jesse nodded and said, "Where are they working with this thing? I remember being in a hospital. Is that where it is?"

"Yeah. An abandoned one off of East St." Shayn told him.

"What do you plan on doing to it?" Jesse asked.

"I don't know. I mean, would it be that bad if they did release it?" Shayn asked, suddenly acting unsure of himself.

"Yes. The virus, which had infected only one person, spread killing almost an entire colony of Jaffa. If this were let into a less isolated place, it could kill everyone: the Gou'ald, the Tok'ra, and all of the Jaffa. I personally know a Jaffa and Tok'ra I wouldn't want to see harmed."

Shayn nodded and said, "I'll think about it. Meet me here at two."

"Fine." Jesse watched Shayn straighten out and walk past him. Once he heard the door open and close, he turned and walked out. Heading straight for the pay phone, he dialed the number he had been told to use incase of an emergency.

"Colonel Jack O'Neill, please."

**SGC**

Jack took the phone from the technician without a second thought. "Colonel O'Neill."

"Jack? I found something out I think you need to hear," came the hushed voice of his son.

"Jesse? What… where are you?" Jack hissed.

Holding the cold plastic to his ear, Jesse turned and leaned against the payphone and wall, keeping a close lookout for any unwanted teachers. "I'm in school… at the payphone. Jack-"

"No 'Jack'. What are you doing? You should be in class-"

"Jack! Look, I don't have much time to talk but… the NID took a blood sample with the virus. They want to use the virus to kill the Gou'ald, not bothering to try and contain it when and if it reached the Tok'ra and Rebel Jaffa."

The warning made Jack freeze. Shifting into soldier mode, he asked, "Where is it?"

"In an abandoned hospital just off of East Street. I gotta go. Bye." The dial tone reached Jack's ear and he knew the phone had been hung-up on the other line. Looking at the object in his hand for a moment, he thought over what Jesse had told him.

"Jack? What is it?" Daniel's voice echoed in Jack's mind, snapping him from his thoughts.

"Hmm?" In a slight daze, he hung up the phone. "Oh, right. Get Sam and T. Looks like we're going for a ride." Slipping back into his normal, chippy self, Jack strolled off, leaving Daniel standing there.

**SGC Car**

The vacant road flew by the silent car. The normal cites- such as trees, houses, telephone poles, and cold, hard black pavement- was past by without much consideration as the five person group zoned in on their target.

Jack gracefully turned the steering wheel, winding them through the series of bends on the road. The road itself was an old, unused path filled with cracks and potholes which kept SG-1 bouncing and shaking throughout the entire ride.

A new cite caught the team's attention as they moved further down the old street. A three-story building stood towering over a parking lot that could easily match and beat the road they had been on. Pulling up close to the once automatic doors, it was easy to see that the paint had long ago started flaking off and many shingles had fallen off allowing water and such to seep through. Windows that had once provided a view of the large parking lot were now shattered and glass lay in messes all around.

Stepping cautiously outside the car, the group wandered closer. From where they were, they could see that most everything had been removed. Other more permanent things seemed to have either stayed the same or knocked over by rodents and wind.

Daniel walked up to the sliding doors, them being the only way in. But the doors didn't open, letting the archeologist to almost walk into the door.

"Daniel," Jack scolded, his voice quiet. Pushing Daniel to the side, he tried to pry open the doors by hand. After a few futile attempts, he moved to the side and gestured to the door- silently telling Teal'c to give it a shot.

With ease, Teal'c managed to open the broken door. Afterward, Sam and Janet slipped through. Jack and Daniel entered next, closely followed by Teal's. With zats and guns in hand, they separated, grouping themselves as they searched the presumably empty building.

**Unknown**

"How did they find us?" Hissed an older man to a younger one while they stood, starring at many small TVs.

"I don't know."

"Go seal off the doors to the lab. Hurry, before one of them finds it!"

The younger man obediently spun around and headed for the mysterious lab. All the while, the older man's eyes never left the TV screens, watching the five unwanted figures move about the building- his building.

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Only three more chapters to go! Wait, that's not a happy thing, but that means you get the end so, maybe, it's a good thing, I don't know. For me it means I have to start another story and start all over again. Not a good. But, please R/R this story. (I only need 1 more to get 100! That's very exciting)