Authors note: Look how fast is this for another undate!!

Sam reached the single door to the barn, the day was cold and grey, she took one last look at the sky and squared her shoulders and knocked, calling out through the door.

"Jonas, it's me can I come in?" To her surprise he answered almost straight away.

"Sure, Sammie we've got a nice little party going on here, but take it slow any moves and, well you know the score."

She slipped the door open and moved inside, standing still just inside the door,

"Hands up" he asked calmly, a hand gun pointed straight at the back of a little boy's head. She slowly raised her hands.

"Now walk over here, slowly" He ordered in the same calm tone, it scared her and she pushed down the chill she felt, and complied.

"Jonas we..." She tried to speak to him.

"Shut up, when I want your input I'll ask not before"

She was silent.

"Now, lie down, face to the floor, arms out" Once she was down he moved the gun from the boy to her. She heard the child's stifled sob and could see the faint outline of a bruise forming on his check. She tried to scan the other children for injuries but the barn was so gloomy it was difficult to see.

"Now keep still while I discover what toys you brought, today"

He found the gun on her was instantly, then tut-tuted, as he ran his hands over her body.

"A vest Sam, you really are afraid of me or were you just following orders like a good little soldier girl."

She took a risk and replied "It's procedure Jonas, you know that, I trust your not going to hurt anyone"

Then he laughed, an empty hollow chuckle.

"I don't think so Sammie, I have nothing to lose now, you see." He voice was still calm and sounded uncaring "Now stand up slow and take that vest off. If I want to kill you I wouldn't want that pesky thing stopping me."

She followed his instructions, feeling a chill as she removed the solid vest. As he smiled, past the gun he still pointed at her.

"Good girl, now be good and I might just let our little friends here live," he smiled again. She looked at each of the kids faces, each looked scared but still alert, the older ones kept looking at the door and seemed to be weighing up whether or not they'd make it.

She gave a tiny shake of her head. Despite the fact that Jonas was now facing her, giving the children a free path to the door, it would take only a fraction of a second for him to turn and shoot.

"So, what's the plan now, I mean you've got me," Sam asked, looking defiantly into his eyes, mustering her courage and anger once again, readying to use it against him, but his answer wasn't what she was ready for at all

"No, actually I wanted you gone, but you just can't do anything right, even in this you had to disappoint me."

"I'm sorry," She tried to look it.

"Why don't you let these kids go. Then you can do whatever you want to me, to make up for my mistake"

"No Sam I can do whatever I want now and these little brats get to watch" He half turned, Sam almost saw a opening, but he spun back levelling the gun at her once more, as he continued "Whereas O'Neill will just have to use his imagination"

"They'll come in eventually, you know that"

"Not with such vulnerable hostages," he turned again and as he moved back, Sam saw her chance to disarm him. As his arm spun back toward her he would be able to get off a shot at a living target, so she kicked out at his out stretched arm forcing her boot hard against his wrist causing him to drop the gun.

He instantly turned to lash out at her, but she was doing what she'd been denied the option of doing for so long. She was fighting back and she was well trained for it. SG-1 hadn't survived by luck alone, so she danced quickly back, avoiding his hand, moving back towards the corner furthest form the door.

She pulled a second gun from the centre of her chest, where it had been concealed from his searching hands by the flack jacket.

She pointed it directly at him, he responded, smoothly breaking his charge as he almost instantly registered a new threat, he slowed and stopped looking directly into her eyes.

"Go on pull the trigger or can't Saint Samantha do it. Go on end this, you never loved me, what do you care? Just one more life gone, no one will notice" As he spoke he slowly took a step forward which she countered with a step away, towards the corner of the room.

"One more fraction of an inch is all it will take. Go on. Do it."

Sam was watching his movements carefully; time seemed to slow as she took in his features, the command in his voice, the lines on his face as he spoke. But behind him she could see the children, holding each others hands in fear, one little girl at the end had her fixed with a piecing stare, that must be David's sister she realised, only seven years old.

Sam knew that that little girl, in fact all of the kids would never forget Jonas's death if she fired. At this range it wouldn't be pretty, she couldn't let them watch, couldn't be the nightmare that haunted their dreams. Jonas wouldn't kill them either, not now he had her to torment, if she could just get them out, away from this. His voice pulled her thoughts, her gaze still steady. Her finger still on the trigger she appeared to still be making that choice, what Jonas didn't know was that she already had a plan.

"Do it Sammie!" he ordered stepping forward, reaching a hand out slowly. She paused, her and Jonas were now no longer between the children and the door, but were in the furthest corner from the door. She looked straight into Jonas's eyes and made her choice.

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