Chapter 11
Jonas was very quiet as they drove towards their house. Sam tried hard to relax, he was never a fan of small talk so her silence would not be thought of as odd but still she worried that her nerves would give her away.
Suddenly it was Jonas that broke the silence,
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Jonas asked in a calm and level voice.
"Off course not," Sam replied trying to sound relaxed but he suddenly veered across the road taking a left from a right hand turn lane, cars honked furiously but he ignored them.
"Well, I think you're lying again" he took a couple more turns, went twice round a car park and headed out of town.
"Jonas, what's going on? Where are we going?"
"Oh, we're just losing your friends back there" Jonas's voice was still in a unnervingly calm tone.
"What are you talking about Jonas, where are we going?" Sam asked again trying to keep calm.
"You will shut up right now, if you speak again, unless I give you permission, I will stop this car and blow your brains out" he reached down to his left hand side furthest from her and showed her the hand gun he had there.
He must have picked it up before leaving the Base she concluded, probably stashed for just this purpose she thought miserably.
She was silent, silent as Jonas ploughed down the highway at over 100, silent as he turned off, heading into the woodland hiding the grey skies above, he drove further and further into the hills for almost an hour. She did her best to memorise the route.
Suddenly he drove into a small clearing, the sort people might stop in for a picnic in nicer weather but it was a cold morning and the ground was soaking wet, the place was deserted.
"Get out" he yelled as he pulled up.
She did, she considered running but knew she would never have made tree line before he shot her.
"Are you wearing a wire?" He asked flatly.
"No Jonas, why would I? Why are you doing this?" She was telling the truth but she wasn't sure she sounded like it or that he would believe anything she said.
"Hands where I can see them, legs spread, lean over the bonnet of the car, I already know I can't trust you so I think I'll check for myself."
She complied silently, grateful she had refused the wire in the car.
He grabbed her roughly, searching for a gun or a wire. Finding neither he allowed her to turn and face him, on her knees. As she knelt down in the muddy ground, she was sure this was it, he was finally going to kill her, she refused to let him see the fear that pulsed in her veins and held her head high. He stood before her, looking down over her as she knelt, the gun never leaving its potential target, a ridiculously self-satisfied grin spread on his face.
"So, did you really think you're little friends could out smart me. Is your opinion of my intelligence that low? Hell, I'll never be responsible for the next nuclear bomb discovery, you might all in the name of science, but I'm not that far gone girl.
Did you think I'd believe they'd just let me go. My blood alcohol was well over the limit for a start, and I know the rules don't seem to apply to you, but I usually get a heads up before physical so I'm clean, no way your buddy Frasier let me go otherwise."
"So she didn't check. What are you saying, you've brought me here because they didn't catch you?"
"No, you here because you shared our secret Samantha, I don't think it was chance your buddy Daniel was in the infirmary watching my physical or that Frasier was there almost the entire time when she usually just pops into check on the nurses, or that your team mate Tlea'c just happen to throw me in that cell because he misunderstood.
But the award for acting goes to your CO, one Colonel Jack O'Neill who really had me fooled. Yep, really great job, but then all this happens right after I let him in on our little secret. I'm not a fool Sam, you should know that by now" He back handed her across the face, forcing her to break her eye contact.
"So what now Jonas? You think you've go it all worked out already" She spat back angrily. For a moment there was silence, like the forest was holding it breath for his reply, he looked down at her and all she could see in his eyes was hate, a mad churning hatred. She wanted to look away, to never see anyone look at her like that, but she was hypnotised by the barrel of the gun pointing at her and was almost surprised when he spoke,
"I wish I'd never meet you Sam, you know that. I could'a had a whore on every mission, but I wanted a family; a life to come home to; to do it right, maybe I am stupid. I fell for you after all, believed your lies, believed you loved me.
All those missions, all those deaths by my hands in the name of my country, all the shit you've heard about 'black opps', it's true. Official assassins, but you brought me home, you were home, I wanted a life, a family. I thought you were it, but you couldn't even do that, all you did was stop me finding a real one, now you've ruined everything with your big mouth.
I tried to teach you, God knows I tried. I just never could trust you, you always let me down, all I asked was that you love me and behave like it but you never loved me, Samantha. Sleeping with your CO, that's just your style, you're a whore, I should kill you now"
He stopped speaking and held the gun still against her head, she held her breath waiting for the shot, accepting the inevitable but it never came, as suddenly he seemed to think of something else
"But I think well see just how tough you really are. Hell, you made Major before me, you're a member of the infamous SG-1. I'm sure you'll find your way home. Be warned I'm going to go and post your photo's to Hammond and I'm going to give some thought to killing O'Neill. That might just give you some motivation to try and survive maybe you could save him" He smiled down at her and continued,
"No, only I have the power to do that, but you never understood that. I should have blown the cover on your precious SGC, the military like you are all lies. It paints a picture of all-American heroes but look at us, look at you, SG-1's famous second in command. On her knee's in the mud, can't even be trusted by her husband, a real hero, most American's would vomit if they knew what I'd done in their name"
Sam tried to reach him, "You don't have to do this Jonas, you were under orders, we can talk about this" like always she believed if she could just connect with him, he see reason. But she just got his anger up again.
"Still trying to save your own hide Sammie? Well, you just made life harder on yourself, give me your coat"
She obeyed and he snatched it from her with his free hand. She immediately felt the chill of the wind through the T-shirt she wore beneath it.
"I'll see you around Sammie, but I won't wait up" he quipped, climbing into the car, and Sam watched silently as he drove away. Her shoulders slumped down and just for a moment she looked her face stilled completely and she looked utterly lost, the lines of fatigue clear on her face, she was cold and alone.
But the she shock it off, she pulled her mud caked legs out of the mud and headed into the trees. Her face active and determined again.
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Jonas was very quiet as they drove towards their house. Sam tried hard to relax, he was never a fan of small talk so her silence would not be thought of as odd but still she worried that her nerves would give her away.
Suddenly it was Jonas that broke the silence,
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Jonas asked in a calm and level voice.
"Off course not," Sam replied trying to sound relaxed but he suddenly veered across the road taking a left from a right hand turn lane, cars honked furiously but he ignored them.
"Well, I think you're lying again" he took a couple more turns, went twice round a car park and headed out of town.
"Jonas, what's going on? Where are we going?"
"Oh, we're just losing your friends back there" Jonas's voice was still in a unnervingly calm tone.
"What are you talking about Jonas, where are we going?" Sam asked again trying to keep calm.
"You will shut up right now, if you speak again, unless I give you permission, I will stop this car and blow your brains out" he reached down to his left hand side furthest from her and showed her the hand gun he had there.
He must have picked it up before leaving the Base she concluded, probably stashed for just this purpose she thought miserably.
She was silent, silent as Jonas ploughed down the highway at over 100, silent as he turned off, heading into the woodland hiding the grey skies above, he drove further and further into the hills for almost an hour. She did her best to memorise the route.
Suddenly he drove into a small clearing, the sort people might stop in for a picnic in nicer weather but it was a cold morning and the ground was soaking wet, the place was deserted.
"Get out" he yelled as he pulled up.
She did, she considered running but knew she would never have made tree line before he shot her.
"Are you wearing a wire?" He asked flatly.
"No Jonas, why would I? Why are you doing this?" She was telling the truth but she wasn't sure she sounded like it or that he would believe anything she said.
"Hands where I can see them, legs spread, lean over the bonnet of the car, I already know I can't trust you so I think I'll check for myself."
She complied silently, grateful she had refused the wire in the car.
He grabbed her roughly, searching for a gun or a wire. Finding neither he allowed her to turn and face him, on her knees. As she knelt down in the muddy ground, she was sure this was it, he was finally going to kill her, she refused to let him see the fear that pulsed in her veins and held her head high. He stood before her, looking down over her as she knelt, the gun never leaving its potential target, a ridiculously self-satisfied grin spread on his face.
"So, did you really think you're little friends could out smart me. Is your opinion of my intelligence that low? Hell, I'll never be responsible for the next nuclear bomb discovery, you might all in the name of science, but I'm not that far gone girl.
Did you think I'd believe they'd just let me go. My blood alcohol was well over the limit for a start, and I know the rules don't seem to apply to you, but I usually get a heads up before physical so I'm clean, no way your buddy Frasier let me go otherwise."
"So she didn't check. What are you saying, you've brought me here because they didn't catch you?"
"No, you here because you shared our secret Samantha, I don't think it was chance your buddy Daniel was in the infirmary watching my physical or that Frasier was there almost the entire time when she usually just pops into check on the nurses, or that your team mate Tlea'c just happen to throw me in that cell because he misunderstood.
But the award for acting goes to your CO, one Colonel Jack O'Neill who really had me fooled. Yep, really great job, but then all this happens right after I let him in on our little secret. I'm not a fool Sam, you should know that by now" He back handed her across the face, forcing her to break her eye contact.
"So what now Jonas? You think you've go it all worked out already" She spat back angrily. For a moment there was silence, like the forest was holding it breath for his reply, he looked down at her and all she could see in his eyes was hate, a mad churning hatred. She wanted to look away, to never see anyone look at her like that, but she was hypnotised by the barrel of the gun pointing at her and was almost surprised when he spoke,
"I wish I'd never meet you Sam, you know that. I could'a had a whore on every mission, but I wanted a family; a life to come home to; to do it right, maybe I am stupid. I fell for you after all, believed your lies, believed you loved me.
All those missions, all those deaths by my hands in the name of my country, all the shit you've heard about 'black opps', it's true. Official assassins, but you brought me home, you were home, I wanted a life, a family. I thought you were it, but you couldn't even do that, all you did was stop me finding a real one, now you've ruined everything with your big mouth.
I tried to teach you, God knows I tried. I just never could trust you, you always let me down, all I asked was that you love me and behave like it but you never loved me, Samantha. Sleeping with your CO, that's just your style, you're a whore, I should kill you now"
He stopped speaking and held the gun still against her head, she held her breath waiting for the shot, accepting the inevitable but it never came, as suddenly he seemed to think of something else
"But I think well see just how tough you really are. Hell, you made Major before me, you're a member of the infamous SG-1. I'm sure you'll find your way home. Be warned I'm going to go and post your photo's to Hammond and I'm going to give some thought to killing O'Neill. That might just give you some motivation to try and survive maybe you could save him" He smiled down at her and continued,
"No, only I have the power to do that, but you never understood that. I should have blown the cover on your precious SGC, the military like you are all lies. It paints a picture of all-American heroes but look at us, look at you, SG-1's famous second in command. On her knee's in the mud, can't even be trusted by her husband, a real hero, most American's would vomit if they knew what I'd done in their name"
Sam tried to reach him, "You don't have to do this Jonas, you were under orders, we can talk about this" like always she believed if she could just connect with him, he see reason. But she just got his anger up again.
"Still trying to save your own hide Sammie? Well, you just made life harder on yourself, give me your coat"
She obeyed and he snatched it from her with his free hand. She immediately felt the chill of the wind through the T-shirt she wore beneath it.
"I'll see you around Sammie, but I won't wait up" he quipped, climbing into the car, and Sam watched silently as he drove away. Her shoulders slumped down and just for a moment she looked her face stilled completely and she looked utterly lost, the lines of fatigue clear on her face, she was cold and alone.
But the she shock it off, she pulled her mud caked legs out of the mud and headed into the trees. Her face active and determined again.
( Authors note: Please continue to review I love hearing from you – though the pressure to continue to please making me a bit nervous – thanks more soon)