STARGATE COMMAND
"General," called O'Neill as he entered the Command Center above the gate room. "What's going on? I heard someone say something happened with SG- 8's mission."
"You'd be correct, Colonel," replied Hammond. He'd just ordered SG-3 through the Stargate. When they had reactivated the gate, the MALP had been used to help the General appraise the situation. What they discovered was a lot of debris and no sign of Wilcox or Jenna.
"What happened, General?" O'Neill asked. He was afraid of the answer but had to know. He knew and respected all the members of SG-8, but Jenna was the only one that he'd had an emotional investment in. He'd come to think of her as family and if anything had happened to her he was going to make the people responsible pay.
"SG-8 was ambushed by a troop of Jaffa. It is unknown where they came from or who they're with. Lt. Andrews was badly injured and Major Donnelly was also injured," Hammond continued as Jonas came rushing into the Command Center followed by Maj. Samantha Carter and T'ealc. O'Neill put his hand on Jonas's shoulder before he could bombard the General with questions. "Lt. Col. Wilcox was able to report that Reeyu was seriously injured and that they were both under heavy fire before we had to cut contact to redial the gate."
"Sir," Sam spoke up, "were we able to get a visual on the Jaffa that attacked SG-8?"
"Unfortunately no, Major. Something was interfering with the MALP and the only thing we were able to receive was audio."
"General, it's Maj. Lawrence," announced Lt. Simmons.
"Report, Major," the general ordered when he had returned to the communications console.
"Sir, there's no sign of Wilcox or Reeyu. We're still scouting the area around the temple, but it doesn't look good. I don't know how they did it, Sir, but the Jaffa managed to make off with them without leaving a trace."
"Keep looking, Major. We were only out of communication long enough to redial the gate. There's got to be some sign."
"Will do, General," the Major said signing off.
"General," said O'Neill, "permission to take SG-1 and join the search."
"Permission granted, Colonel. Have your team ready in fifteen minutes."
"Sir, we'll be ready in ten."
Jack lead his team out of the Command Center. Jonas came up beside him, concern written plainly on his face. "Colonel, what happened?"
"They were ambushed, Jonas," Jack glanced to the side at his friend as they entered the locker room. "I can't tell you more than what Hammond just did."
"Don't worry, we'll find them," Sam said. For Jonas's sake, she hoped that she was right. She watched Jonas as they all got their gear together. She could see the shear determination in his face. It was there in all of them because Jenna had become a part of their circle, like family. With Jonas, though, it was different. Sam had watched the relationship between Jonas and Jenna grow over the past few months and, although they just considered each other good friends, there was the potential for something more.
"Alright folks, let's hit the armory" Jack said. "I want everyone armed to the tee. We need to make sure we have enough amo' going in and coming out."
*************
Jenna found herself in a dark place. She'd been in and out for awhile with the pain coursing through her body constantly. Now, as she started to get a stronger foothold on consciousness, she could hear the whisper of voices that seemed to be coming from a distance. Gradually they became more clear and she realized that it was in a language that she didn't understand but did recognize as Goa'uld. She tried to move and stopped instantly as she felt the pain intensify as it cut through her entire body.
"Keep still," Wilcox said putting his hand on her shoulder.
Jenna glanced around at her surroundings and saw that they were in a dirt floor cell. The walls around them appeared to be rock and the only light came from torches mounted on the halls. Outside the cell, two Jaffa warriors stood talking before one of them left and the other stayed to stand guard.
"Where are we?" Jenna whispered. She felt if she talked any louder she'd rip something vital.
"We're underground," Wilcox replied pulling out a small medical kit from his vest. "How much pain are you in?"
"I can't move without it, sir," Jenna grimaced, her forehead was creased with the effort it took not to give the Jaffa the satisfaction of hearing her pain. "I think my ribs are broken and it feels like my insides are burning."
"I'm not surprised considering they simply dragged you in here and dropped you. I'm going to give you a pain killer, alright, Reeyu," he said removing a small hypo from his kit. If Wilcox could be glad about anything in their predicament it was that the only things the Jaffa took from them were the weapons. Because of the state Jenna was in, he wasn't sure what her chances were but with what they had her chances couldn't get any worse.
"Why didn't you get out, sir?" Jenna asked, glazed eyes turned to Wilcox as she recalled the pillar falling and knew that Wilcox had been much closer to the gate than her. "You could have easily have made the gate."
"I don't know how they play it in your reality, Reeyu," Wilcox replied vehemently, "but in this one no one gets left behind. Now hold still. The bandage I put on your arm needs changing."
"Colonel," Jenna met Wilcox's eyes. "Thanks."
"Don't worry about it, Reeyu," he replied reassuringly, "help's coming. It was just a matter of re-dialing the gate. They'll be here soon and it will all be over."
Jenna watched as the Colonel returned his attention to her arm. She'd come to really respect him during her time with SG-8 and had debated telling him the truth about herself. A truth that Jonas had on more than one occasion encouraged her to tell prior to her being assigned to the team. Now Jenna looked back evaluating her decision and decided that now was not the time. If she made it out, she'd have time enough to decide.
"Something on your mind, Jenna?" Wilcox asked noting the thoughtful expression on her face.
"No, sir, it's just the drugs," Jenna said and it was partially true. She took a shallow breath and tried to turn her thoughts to other things. The pain killer he'd given her was starting to work and she was able to breath a little easier but not by much. She started thinking about Jonas and everything left unsaid. By the time she passed out into a drug induced sleep, she'd made up her mind to let him know how she felt.
Wilcox kept an eye on Jenna until he was sure she was asleep. He knew it was a double edge sword giving her the pain reliever. They needed to be alert when the rescue team came for them, but it had been at least three hours since he'd regained consciousness and they were dragged into the cell. The Jaffa didn't even look nervous.
Noone had come to question them, there had just been the one guard and the other who had just left. If Jenna's injuries had been less serious he probably wouldn't have administered the pain reliever but she'd been moaning in and out of semiconsciousness the entire time they'd been here and if she didn't get help soon her chances weren't good. The last thing he wanted was for those moments to be pain filled. He considered Jenna a good kid. Just like all the other ones that had served under him, she made a fine soldier. He just hoped that, should help come in time, the epi-pen he kept ready would have a sufficient dose of epinephrine in it to get her going.
"Hang in there, Reeyu," Wilcox whispered to her unconscious form. "Help's coming. Just hang on a little bit longer."
"General," called O'Neill as he entered the Command Center above the gate room. "What's going on? I heard someone say something happened with SG- 8's mission."
"You'd be correct, Colonel," replied Hammond. He'd just ordered SG-3 through the Stargate. When they had reactivated the gate, the MALP had been used to help the General appraise the situation. What they discovered was a lot of debris and no sign of Wilcox or Jenna.
"What happened, General?" O'Neill asked. He was afraid of the answer but had to know. He knew and respected all the members of SG-8, but Jenna was the only one that he'd had an emotional investment in. He'd come to think of her as family and if anything had happened to her he was going to make the people responsible pay.
"SG-8 was ambushed by a troop of Jaffa. It is unknown where they came from or who they're with. Lt. Andrews was badly injured and Major Donnelly was also injured," Hammond continued as Jonas came rushing into the Command Center followed by Maj. Samantha Carter and T'ealc. O'Neill put his hand on Jonas's shoulder before he could bombard the General with questions. "Lt. Col. Wilcox was able to report that Reeyu was seriously injured and that they were both under heavy fire before we had to cut contact to redial the gate."
"Sir," Sam spoke up, "were we able to get a visual on the Jaffa that attacked SG-8?"
"Unfortunately no, Major. Something was interfering with the MALP and the only thing we were able to receive was audio."
"General, it's Maj. Lawrence," announced Lt. Simmons.
"Report, Major," the general ordered when he had returned to the communications console.
"Sir, there's no sign of Wilcox or Reeyu. We're still scouting the area around the temple, but it doesn't look good. I don't know how they did it, Sir, but the Jaffa managed to make off with them without leaving a trace."
"Keep looking, Major. We were only out of communication long enough to redial the gate. There's got to be some sign."
"Will do, General," the Major said signing off.
"General," said O'Neill, "permission to take SG-1 and join the search."
"Permission granted, Colonel. Have your team ready in fifteen minutes."
"Sir, we'll be ready in ten."
Jack lead his team out of the Command Center. Jonas came up beside him, concern written plainly on his face. "Colonel, what happened?"
"They were ambushed, Jonas," Jack glanced to the side at his friend as they entered the locker room. "I can't tell you more than what Hammond just did."
"Don't worry, we'll find them," Sam said. For Jonas's sake, she hoped that she was right. She watched Jonas as they all got their gear together. She could see the shear determination in his face. It was there in all of them because Jenna had become a part of their circle, like family. With Jonas, though, it was different. Sam had watched the relationship between Jonas and Jenna grow over the past few months and, although they just considered each other good friends, there was the potential for something more.
"Alright folks, let's hit the armory" Jack said. "I want everyone armed to the tee. We need to make sure we have enough amo' going in and coming out."
*************
Jenna found herself in a dark place. She'd been in and out for awhile with the pain coursing through her body constantly. Now, as she started to get a stronger foothold on consciousness, she could hear the whisper of voices that seemed to be coming from a distance. Gradually they became more clear and she realized that it was in a language that she didn't understand but did recognize as Goa'uld. She tried to move and stopped instantly as she felt the pain intensify as it cut through her entire body.
"Keep still," Wilcox said putting his hand on her shoulder.
Jenna glanced around at her surroundings and saw that they were in a dirt floor cell. The walls around them appeared to be rock and the only light came from torches mounted on the halls. Outside the cell, two Jaffa warriors stood talking before one of them left and the other stayed to stand guard.
"Where are we?" Jenna whispered. She felt if she talked any louder she'd rip something vital.
"We're underground," Wilcox replied pulling out a small medical kit from his vest. "How much pain are you in?"
"I can't move without it, sir," Jenna grimaced, her forehead was creased with the effort it took not to give the Jaffa the satisfaction of hearing her pain. "I think my ribs are broken and it feels like my insides are burning."
"I'm not surprised considering they simply dragged you in here and dropped you. I'm going to give you a pain killer, alright, Reeyu," he said removing a small hypo from his kit. If Wilcox could be glad about anything in their predicament it was that the only things the Jaffa took from them were the weapons. Because of the state Jenna was in, he wasn't sure what her chances were but with what they had her chances couldn't get any worse.
"Why didn't you get out, sir?" Jenna asked, glazed eyes turned to Wilcox as she recalled the pillar falling and knew that Wilcox had been much closer to the gate than her. "You could have easily have made the gate."
"I don't know how they play it in your reality, Reeyu," Wilcox replied vehemently, "but in this one no one gets left behind. Now hold still. The bandage I put on your arm needs changing."
"Colonel," Jenna met Wilcox's eyes. "Thanks."
"Don't worry about it, Reeyu," he replied reassuringly, "help's coming. It was just a matter of re-dialing the gate. They'll be here soon and it will all be over."
Jenna watched as the Colonel returned his attention to her arm. She'd come to really respect him during her time with SG-8 and had debated telling him the truth about herself. A truth that Jonas had on more than one occasion encouraged her to tell prior to her being assigned to the team. Now Jenna looked back evaluating her decision and decided that now was not the time. If she made it out, she'd have time enough to decide.
"Something on your mind, Jenna?" Wilcox asked noting the thoughtful expression on her face.
"No, sir, it's just the drugs," Jenna said and it was partially true. She took a shallow breath and tried to turn her thoughts to other things. The pain killer he'd given her was starting to work and she was able to breath a little easier but not by much. She started thinking about Jonas and everything left unsaid. By the time she passed out into a drug induced sleep, she'd made up her mind to let him know how she felt.
Wilcox kept an eye on Jenna until he was sure she was asleep. He knew it was a double edge sword giving her the pain reliever. They needed to be alert when the rescue team came for them, but it had been at least three hours since he'd regained consciousness and they were dragged into the cell. The Jaffa didn't even look nervous.
Noone had come to question them, there had just been the one guard and the other who had just left. If Jenna's injuries had been less serious he probably wouldn't have administered the pain reliever but she'd been moaning in and out of semiconsciousness the entire time they'd been here and if she didn't get help soon her chances weren't good. The last thing he wanted was for those moments to be pain filled. He considered Jenna a good kid. Just like all the other ones that had served under him, she made a fine soldier. He just hoped that, should help come in time, the epi-pen he kept ready would have a sufficient dose of epinephrine in it to get her going.
"Hang in there, Reeyu," Wilcox whispered to her unconscious form. "Help's coming. Just hang on a little bit longer."