Chapter 9 - Restless

As Siama'a woke up again she was lying on a daybed, the room around her was just scarcely lit. She rose a bit and felt a sharp pain surging all through her body, she lay down her hands behind her supporting her back. A quick glance through the room showed her that she was not alone. Jack was there standing some feet away from her and there was Baal, he came across the room toward her and stopped short by her side. Siama'a tried to drag herself away from him, but she was not successful since her body was not responding her properly any more.

Baal reached out his hand for her neck. She winced under his touch, in a last desperate attempt she tried to break free, but his grip was too tight, she would have gravely hurt herself.

"Don't be afraid", Baal derided her; from the corner of her eye Siama'a saw his icy grin.

Then something cold stung into her skin, a moment later the last bit of control over her body was gone and everything around her became an awful blur.

Sam was no longer herself, Jack felt it deep inside. He wanted to jump at Baal to kill him for what he was doing with her, but an energy field held him back, it sparked under the touch of his hands and after a short moment he had to pull them away, otherwise its enormous heat would have burnt him up.

"Leave her alone, you bastard", after the curse had left his mouth Jack realized that he had spoken his thoughts out loud, but he did not care about that now.

Baal glanced at him with a sparkle of pervert amusement in his eyes, then again he returned to the semi-conscious Sam who was lying helplessly in his arms. She could not refuse as he had his hideous fun with her.

Jack was condemned to watch the whole scene. He wanted to look away, he wanted to scream, but he was unable to. Tears forced their way down his face, for another time he shouted:

"Leave her!"

But his yells went unheard. His tears became more and more, he could not blink them away any longer so they made their way relentlessly flooding down his cheeks.

Jack was coming closer to emotional breakdown with every second longer he was forced to watch how Baal hurt Sam.

"No!" slowly he lost his nerves.

They came to the outpost earlier than they would have thought; Jonas, Daniel and Teal'C, accompanied by SG-13 and twelve of the amazons made their way through the forest quickly. Then they reached an unguarded subterranean passageway that led them right into the fortress. Out of surprise they took out the Jaffa that crossed their way inside. One of the guards they forced to tell them where their friends were held.

As they made it there they set to storm the room...

Suddenly Baal's first prime entered the scene. Baal shot up visibly disturbed; the Jaffa seemed to inform him about something really urgent; Baal left with him immediately, obviously frustrated and angered.

He left Sam's motionless body on the daybed.

Jack managed to get back onto his feet to get a better look at her collapsed figure. He cursed the one who had made her sustain that all.

Suddenly he heard a loud blow from outside the door. Had somebody come to rescue them? Jack was right, a whole party of people came for them, led by the members of his team and Sam's new best friend Tiobe.

The energy field before him flared for a moment and then disappeared completely. Jack was free, he stormed over Sam and lifted her up carefully.

"We're going home", he whispered to her.

All she brought out in response to it was a soft, pained moan. He stroke some strands of hair out of her wet face.

Siama'a felt how she was pushed and pulled, she only got fragments of the things happening around her, everything was spinning and she was not able to formulate any clear thoughts at all. Somebody was hurting her, but she could not fight it, she felt pain but could not scream.

All of a sudden the pain stopped and Siama'a felt how she sank down on something soft, she could hardly tell how long she had been tormented or what was about to happen next. A moment later it became loud all around her, the sound did not seem to have a direction, it just appeared and spread its waves all over her.

She was lifted up again, but this time she felt no agony at all; she heard a familiar voice and was somehow able to focus on it.

"We're going home."

Siama'a recognized who was speaking to her, it was Jack. He had saved her after all that. Her mind became a little clearer again now, for the first time since very long she wanted to go back home with him, to the place she had left behind so mindlessly... to her friends that she had left without knowledge about her location for so long.

She swore it, Sam swore it: her friends owed to get her back, Jack owed it, everybody did.

To be continued in a nice ending...