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Acquisition

Part four

Alison had just drifted off to sleep when the sound of the bolts being pulled back on the door brought her back to reality. She heard footsteps moving quietly toward her, someone kneeling down beside her and the zip of the sleeping bag being opened. She could feel a hand on her cheek, light and caressing, but it sent shivers of fear down her spine as she realised how completely helpless she was. The hand moved down to her shoulder, the fingers moving in a massaging motion and she could feel a mouth near her ear, the warmth of breath against her cheek.

'Shouldn't leave a pretty thing like you all alone now should we? Pretty things are there to be played with, not shut up in the dark and forgotten about.'

She could feel him nuzzling her ear, her shoulder, then she realised the hand had moved from her shoulder and had started to move down her chest, the fingers lightly tracing the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Alison had been frozen with fear until that point but suddenly anger surged through her - how dare he? She'd been abducted and brought here against her will, been knocked around because she couldn't answer their questions and now this? Biting down hard on the part of him nearest to her - the lower part of his ear that was near her shoulder - he let out a yelp of pain.

Now he was distracted, Alison lashed out and made contact with the soft part of his stomach, winding him. As she untangled herself from her sleeping bag and the arms that had been trying to grab at her, she stumbled towards the open door, nearly making it when she felt those arms grab her around the legs, bringing her crashing down to the floor, where she lay stunned and unable to move for a moment. Desperately fighting for control of herself, to protect herself, she realised she was safe for now at least as she heard the door clang shut and could hear the bolts being closed.

'Well, there's plenty of time yet. Sleep well.' The voice spoke quietly, with a hint of amusement, and then she was alone again.

She curled up where she lay, holding her wrist close to her to try to reduce the pain that the unexpected movement had triggered. She wiped her face, not surprised to find tears there and she allowed herself to give in to a moment of weakness, to try to forget about what had nearly happened.

XOXOXOX

Daniel hadn't slept too well and was awake when they came for him the next day. He'd heard a disturbance in the room next door and could only imagine what was going on, thankful that there hadn't been enough time for anything too serious to happen. He'd tried to find out if Alison was alright but she hadn't responded to him, whether because she couldn't hear him or just couldn't face him.

He was led outside this time, to the ruins of the temple he'd visited with SG1, before the building had collapsed. It looked even worse now, the few remaining walls that had been standing when they'd left had now come down and there was nothing left but a heap of rubble. He put an arm up to protect his eyes from the bright light and saw that Alison had already been brought out and was standing in front of Jonas.

'Good morning, my pretty,' Jonas greeted Alison, and Daniel could see her shiver in spite of the heat of the day. 'I need you to tell me what the weapon looks like. How big is it? What shape is it? What would have been its location in the temple?' He fired the questions at her, staring at her, his eyes demanding answers while his mouth was fixed in a sickly sweet smile.

'She doesn't know,' Daniel called out, trying to make himself heard, to protect Alison from any further punishment. 'She wasn't here. If you want information, I'm the one to provide it.' Daniel received a blow to the side of his head, making his ears ring for a few moments before he realised Jonas had ignored his interruption and was continuing to torment Alison.

'I don't know,' Alison said simply, wearily.

Daniel watched as Jonas took a step closer to Alison, formed his hand into a fist, then allowed his arm to drop back to his side. Alison had tensed, expecting a blow of some kind. When she realised it wasn't coming - this time - she only allowed herself to relax slightly.

'Let me try again.' Jonas smiled pleasantly at her, a smile that did nothing to reassure her. Suddenly his face changed again and he took a step closer, then another until he was standing barely inches away from her. He towered over her threateningly and spoke in a hard voice. 'I want you to tell me where we can find the weapon.'

Alison shook her head, attempting to take a step backward but Jonas was too close, he balled his hand into a fist and struck her on the side of her face, making her stumble over some debris immediately behind her. Landing awkwardly as she tried to prevent any more damage to her already injured wrist, her head hit the ground hard. For a few minutes the world span in crazy circles with black spots swimming in front of her eyes and she was afraid she was about to pass out. The feeling passed and she lay there half curled up, hearing Daniel's voice shouting out, distracting Jonas.

'You don't have to do this!' Daniel yelled, desperately trying to draw attention towards himself. With a sudden movement, he freed himself from his captors and moved towards Jonas only to be recaptured and held more firmly this time while he received a blow to his stomach for his troubles. Even then, Daniel managed to gasp out 'I can tell you what you need to know. The tablet was found…' Another blow to his stomach and one to his head put Daniel out of action and all he could do was watch Jonas waiting for a response from Alison who was struggling to get to her feet. She brought herself to a sitting position and was half way up when more questions were fired at her.

'Where is the weapon?' Bang - she was lying on her back as his fist made contact with her head again.

'How big is it?' Her breath hissed out as his boot kicked her in the ribs.

'What does it look like?' Another kick, this time on her back.

The questions continued for several more minutes. Each time she responded in the negative she received further punishment, the only thing that kept her from giving up completely was the sound of Daniel yelling at Jonas: 'You don't need to do that, I can help you.' Eventually she heard Daniel's pleas change tactics, trying to distract Jonas's attention. 'Does it make you feel good to beat up a woman, someone who can't fight back?' Daniel was taunting him now. 'Why don't you pick on someone your own size. You're nothing but an overgrown bully. There's no need to carry on with this when I can tell you everything you want to know. Why don't you just let me.'

Something had changed. Alison lay with her arms hugging herself and realised the kicking had stopped and someone was beside her, two someones rolling her over and helping her to her feet, grasping her arms firmly, partly to support her, partly to keep her from trying anything.

If only they knew Alison thought grimly to herself as she focussed on putting one foot in front of the other. I doubt if I would make it back without help. She was vaguely aware of Jonas taking a couple of well-aimed kicks at Daniel, but was back inside the building before she could see what else was happening.

XOXOXOX

Daniel fared much better than Alison had. Other than a few kicks that would undoubtedly leave some nice bruises, he was relatively ok physically. Jonas obviously had a better understanding of human nature than he would have thought: seeing Alison treated in that way had made Daniel desperate to do anything to save her from anything else and once she was returned to the building, Daniel told them everything he could, although he knew it would not help them much. Nevertheless, they'd made him bear the brunt of the work for the day, presenting him with a shovel and ordering him to dig where he said the weapon should be.

He'd worked through the heat of the day with no food, no water and no rest. He could feel the sweat pouring off him, his muscles protesting at the labour they were being forced to carry out and his mouth and throat were parched. Still he kept going, hoping that providing he did his bit, Alison would be left alone. All the time his mind was working, trying to figure out how he could get them both away. He had no intention of leaving without her, fearing for her if he were to leave her even for a short time to go and fetch help. As it began to get dark, he was escorted back to the building and returned to his room, where a tray of food and a cup of water were thrust in after him. Gratefully gulping down what had been provided, he closed his eyes for a moment and fell asleep instantly in exhaustion.

XOXOXOX

Alison awoke to feel a hand on her stomach and the feeling of stubble on her face, rubbing over her cheek as a mouth tried to cover hers. Turning her head to one side she could hear him chuckling at her defiance as he concentrated on moving his hand towards the waist band of her pants, a finger moving from one side of her waist to the other, just underneath the band. She seemed frozen, like a rabbit caught in the headlamps of a car, unable to move. Until his mouth tried to find hers again, the roughness of his unshaven skin against hers broke the hold he seemed to have over her, and she brought her knees up to her chest and rolled towards him, kicking out as she did so, trying to push him as far away from herself as possible.

She could feel the atmosphere change in that moment. Before, she could sense a kind of amusement at her fear and inability to move, now she felt malice and could imagine his face changing, distorting with rage. She could feel him get to his feet, muttering under his breath as he did so, heard a whisper of air moving before she felt his foot connect with her stomach, snatching her breath away. The foot withdrew again and she knew he was crouching beside her. She felt something cold and hard against her throat - a knife from the feel of it. The pressure at her throat increased until she could feel a trickle of warm liquid making its way towards the hollow at the base of her throat.

Suddenly the knife was gone and he was at the door of the room. Alison became aware of voices calling out in alarm, footsteps running towards them.

'SG1 have come through the 'gate, about half an hour ago. They've set up camp half a mile from the temple, I think they're waiting for dawn before they make a move.'

'Damn - how did they find us so quickly?' Jonas turned back to Alison. 'What did you do - you left them a message didn't you? What did you do?' He aimed a couple of kicks at her, one to her head, the other to her arm. He was prevented from doing anything more by a hand restraining him.

'We need to leave now, Jonas,' the voice was speaking firmly. 'We can skirt around the temple from the other side and be ready to dial out the moment SG1 have moved on. We have to go - the sun rises in less than an hour…'

Jonas roughly hauled Alison to her feet and pushed her at one of the men, calling out for someone to get Daniel and barking out commands for the evacuation of their position.