Jenna awoke with a start. For a second she was disoriented and couldn't
remember where she was, but then she felt the painful reminder as her ribs
began to throb.
"Colonel," she called weakly, and heard soft footfalls approach her.
"What is it, Reeyu?" Wilcox asked, kneeling by her side and keeping his voice low.
"I think something has happened," she whispered.
"What do you mean something's happened?" Wilcox hoped she didn't mean internally. He was still determined that Jenna make it home alive.
"I had a dream, sir," Jenna noted Wilcox's concerned expression and tried to clarify. "The same type of dream that I'd had before I came to the SGC."
Wilcox understood what she implied, having read her file when he'd found out that she was to become a part of his team. Jenna had the uncanny ability to see through other people's eyes when she slept, but until now, she hadn't been able to do it since she'd come to live at the SGC.
"Tell me about your dream."
"It was very strange, sir," she began. "I saw myself hurt. Teal'c had caught me before I had fallen. Jonas and Col. O'Neill were there to. I didn't see Maj. Carter but I think that maybe it was her eyes that I was looking out of."
"Are you sure it was real?" Wilcox wondered that maybe this was a delirium induced dream caused by her injuries. "You saw yourself in it after all."
"It was real, sir," she said confidently. "The woman that I saw...the woman that looked like me was an imposter. They had thought it was me at first, but Jonas knew. He knew it wasn't me. She attacked them and Col. O'Neill was able to eventually bring her down."
"Do you think that you'd be able to contact Maj. Carter or Quinn like you did before?" Wilcox asked, his hope renewed at this development. If Jenna was able to make the psychic connection that she had made before, then maybe she could give them a clue as to where to look.
"I wasn't exactly alive when I did that, but I'll try. Could you do me a favor first?" Jenna looked up to see that the guard was no longer visible. Unfortunately, that didn't mean he wasn't close by. She glanced back at the Colonel who understood that she had been checking to see if there were any guards present. He indicated with his eyes that the guard had shifted positions.
"What's the favor?" he asked.
"My head really hurts," Jenna said, trying to look meaningful as she continued. "Could you please unwind my hair from around my head and undo my braid?"
"Sure," Wilcox replied, although he thought it the oddest request. If Jenna was trying to relay some sort of message, he sure wasn't getting it. At least he didn't get it until he started undoing the tie at the end of her hair. Attached to the tie, Wilcox was surprised to find, were two detonator caps. If she had plastic explosives in her hair he'd chastise her about the dangers of keeping the two so close together later. Right now it would be their only advantage. He carefully undid the braid to her hair until he reached the base. There, he found that the tie appeared to be a homemade garotte. Wilcox raised his eyebrows at that one and left it as item two on their discussion list. He didn't find any tiny stripps of explosives and was relieved and disappointed at the same time.
Jenna looked at the Colonel and picked up on what he was thinking. "Could you unzip my vest to, sir? It's really weighing down on my ribs and the pen in my pocket keeps poking me. I don't know why I carry it. It's so bulky and I never have the time to write anyway."
Wilcox understood what Jenna was getting at and, unfastening her vest, took out her pen. Pocketing the items he began formulating a plan.
Jenna could almost see the gears turning in Wilcox's head. She knew that whatever he came up with, given their current state of affairs, would require help from the outside. So she turned in on herself and tried to focus pass the pain she felt. She thought of only getting to her friends and since she seemed to be more receptive to Jonas, she started with him.
After several long minutes Jenna felt a tug and focused in on it. She could feel it now as if it were tethered to her chest. Jenna slowly opened her eyes not really expecting to see anything but finding that she did in fact see something. She saw a layer of white energy enveloping her body. Aura was the only word that came to mind as she took a moment to contemplate what she was seeing. A portion of the aura began to rise out from a point above her chest, she watched as it extended outward into a cord that left her body and trailed out of the cell and away to who knew where.
"Colonel," Jenna called. She couldn't help being amazed at what she'd apparently done.
"What is it?" Noting a touch of excitement in her voice, Wilcox came back to Jenna's side.
"Do you see it?" Jenna was in awe. She'd never done anything like this before and wondered at its manifestation.
"See what?" Wilcox asked bewildered as he looked in the direction that she indicated.
"I think it's my aura," she said, breathless. "It looks and feels like I may be tethered to something." Jenna pauses as she thinks about the possibilities. "Or maybe someone. I'm going to see if I can figure out what's on the other end." Not waiting for any kind of answer from Wilcox, Jenna reached out for the cord and suddenly found herself standing over her body. The cord of energy came up from her still form, through what she assumed was her astral from and continued on in the direction she initially saw it go. She looked back down and noticed Wilcox was gently shaking her shoulder. He was speaking but she couldn't hear what he was saying. It looked as if he was beginning to get agitated and Jenna looked at her body and began to understand why. Her face looked incredibly pale and her eyes were wide open an unfocused. She didn't know what being in this state was doing to her body, she just suddenly knew that at the other end was Jonas and, if they had any chances of coming out of this place, she had to act now.
Jenna passed through the bars and noted a minor tingling sensation before continuing on. She turned left down the stone carved tunnel and suddenly stoped as she came upon the Jaffa guard. He'd caught her by surprise, but she quickly relaxed when it was clear that Wilcox wasn't the only one who couldn't see her.
Jenna was about to keep going when she detected something odd about the way the Jaffa was standing. There was something off about him, but she couldn't quite put her finger to it. Then Jenna took a closer look and noted the blankness of his stare and then realized that he wasn't breathing. Jenna was about to turn back and tell Wilcox, when she suddenly felt dizzy for a second. Once the spell past, she thought better of it and decided that contacting SG-1 took precedence.
She just hoped that, by the time she reached them, she would have a way of getting them back here before something happened and it was too late.
"Colonel," she called weakly, and heard soft footfalls approach her.
"What is it, Reeyu?" Wilcox asked, kneeling by her side and keeping his voice low.
"I think something has happened," she whispered.
"What do you mean something's happened?" Wilcox hoped she didn't mean internally. He was still determined that Jenna make it home alive.
"I had a dream, sir," Jenna noted Wilcox's concerned expression and tried to clarify. "The same type of dream that I'd had before I came to the SGC."
Wilcox understood what she implied, having read her file when he'd found out that she was to become a part of his team. Jenna had the uncanny ability to see through other people's eyes when she slept, but until now, she hadn't been able to do it since she'd come to live at the SGC.
"Tell me about your dream."
"It was very strange, sir," she began. "I saw myself hurt. Teal'c had caught me before I had fallen. Jonas and Col. O'Neill were there to. I didn't see Maj. Carter but I think that maybe it was her eyes that I was looking out of."
"Are you sure it was real?" Wilcox wondered that maybe this was a delirium induced dream caused by her injuries. "You saw yourself in it after all."
"It was real, sir," she said confidently. "The woman that I saw...the woman that looked like me was an imposter. They had thought it was me at first, but Jonas knew. He knew it wasn't me. She attacked them and Col. O'Neill was able to eventually bring her down."
"Do you think that you'd be able to contact Maj. Carter or Quinn like you did before?" Wilcox asked, his hope renewed at this development. If Jenna was able to make the psychic connection that she had made before, then maybe she could give them a clue as to where to look.
"I wasn't exactly alive when I did that, but I'll try. Could you do me a favor first?" Jenna looked up to see that the guard was no longer visible. Unfortunately, that didn't mean he wasn't close by. She glanced back at the Colonel who understood that she had been checking to see if there were any guards present. He indicated with his eyes that the guard had shifted positions.
"What's the favor?" he asked.
"My head really hurts," Jenna said, trying to look meaningful as she continued. "Could you please unwind my hair from around my head and undo my braid?"
"Sure," Wilcox replied, although he thought it the oddest request. If Jenna was trying to relay some sort of message, he sure wasn't getting it. At least he didn't get it until he started undoing the tie at the end of her hair. Attached to the tie, Wilcox was surprised to find, were two detonator caps. If she had plastic explosives in her hair he'd chastise her about the dangers of keeping the two so close together later. Right now it would be their only advantage. He carefully undid the braid to her hair until he reached the base. There, he found that the tie appeared to be a homemade garotte. Wilcox raised his eyebrows at that one and left it as item two on their discussion list. He didn't find any tiny stripps of explosives and was relieved and disappointed at the same time.
Jenna looked at the Colonel and picked up on what he was thinking. "Could you unzip my vest to, sir? It's really weighing down on my ribs and the pen in my pocket keeps poking me. I don't know why I carry it. It's so bulky and I never have the time to write anyway."
Wilcox understood what Jenna was getting at and, unfastening her vest, took out her pen. Pocketing the items he began formulating a plan.
Jenna could almost see the gears turning in Wilcox's head. She knew that whatever he came up with, given their current state of affairs, would require help from the outside. So she turned in on herself and tried to focus pass the pain she felt. She thought of only getting to her friends and since she seemed to be more receptive to Jonas, she started with him.
After several long minutes Jenna felt a tug and focused in on it. She could feel it now as if it were tethered to her chest. Jenna slowly opened her eyes not really expecting to see anything but finding that she did in fact see something. She saw a layer of white energy enveloping her body. Aura was the only word that came to mind as she took a moment to contemplate what she was seeing. A portion of the aura began to rise out from a point above her chest, she watched as it extended outward into a cord that left her body and trailed out of the cell and away to who knew where.
"Colonel," Jenna called. She couldn't help being amazed at what she'd apparently done.
"What is it?" Noting a touch of excitement in her voice, Wilcox came back to Jenna's side.
"Do you see it?" Jenna was in awe. She'd never done anything like this before and wondered at its manifestation.
"See what?" Wilcox asked bewildered as he looked in the direction that she indicated.
"I think it's my aura," she said, breathless. "It looks and feels like I may be tethered to something." Jenna pauses as she thinks about the possibilities. "Or maybe someone. I'm going to see if I can figure out what's on the other end." Not waiting for any kind of answer from Wilcox, Jenna reached out for the cord and suddenly found herself standing over her body. The cord of energy came up from her still form, through what she assumed was her astral from and continued on in the direction she initially saw it go. She looked back down and noticed Wilcox was gently shaking her shoulder. He was speaking but she couldn't hear what he was saying. It looked as if he was beginning to get agitated and Jenna looked at her body and began to understand why. Her face looked incredibly pale and her eyes were wide open an unfocused. She didn't know what being in this state was doing to her body, she just suddenly knew that at the other end was Jonas and, if they had any chances of coming out of this place, she had to act now.
Jenna passed through the bars and noted a minor tingling sensation before continuing on. She turned left down the stone carved tunnel and suddenly stoped as she came upon the Jaffa guard. He'd caught her by surprise, but she quickly relaxed when it was clear that Wilcox wasn't the only one who couldn't see her.
Jenna was about to keep going when she detected something odd about the way the Jaffa was standing. There was something off about him, but she couldn't quite put her finger to it. Then Jenna took a closer look and noted the blankness of his stare and then realized that he wasn't breathing. Jenna was about to turn back and tell Wilcox, when she suddenly felt dizzy for a second. Once the spell past, she thought better of it and decided that contacting SG-1 took precedence.
She just hoped that, by the time she reached them, she would have a way of getting them back here before something happened and it was too late.