Jack woke up slowly, his hand moving to the lump on the back of his head.

He opened his eyes slowly, wincing at the bright light.

Pulling himself into a sitting position, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, waiting for the dizziness to pass.

He opened his eyes again, scanning the room. His eyes landed on her body, thrown into the middle of the room.

"Sam!"

He crawled over to her, rolling her over to face him, her empty eyes staring back.

He looked down her body, tracing his fingers over the bullet wounds, counting seven in total, each made by their own weapons.

Swiping at a tear, he pulled her into his arms. "I'm so sorry Sam, I should have been able to protect you." He dropped his head, the tears falling silently.

He raised his head as a door opened, a cloaked figure moving to stand above him.

"You grieve the death of this one differently to the last."

"Who are you?"

Hands appeared from beneath the cloak, moving to remove the hood, revealing a woman, her eyes glowing.

"Who I am is not important, it is what I am capable of that should concern you."

"Ok then, what are you capable of?" He asked sarcastically, not having the patience to deal with her after what she did to Sam.

She smirked, raising a hand and throwing him across the room, his body smacking into the wall.

He gasped for breath, knowing that he cracked a few ribs on the impact.

He slowly sat back up, leaning against the wall as he watched his new enemy.

She moved over to Sam's body, staring down at her before turning her concentration back to him.

"I know much about you, yet there is more I must learn before I can achieve my goal."

"Which is?"

She smiled, shaking her head in amusement. "Be thankful that I need you alive, otherwise you would have joined your friend."

"Kill me now then, because I'll never tell you anything."

"Then I shall ask your friend."

"She is dead."

"Yes, very." She kicked Sam's body to prove her point, causing Jack to clench his fists. "But I meant your other friend."

"I have no other friend."

"I know much about you Jack O'Neill. There was once a team of four, known as SG-1, who travelled through the chappai, destroying my people. But one of you died, so there were only three. Yet of the three that came here, invaded my world, only two are from the original group, yourself and Major Carter. I take it that means that the shol'va Teal'c is also dead. And now, there is only you...and the pathetic fool you brought along."

"There were only two of us."

"You lie!" Her eyes glowed, and she raised her hand again, and he could see that she was fighting with herself over whether to kill him or not.

Eventually she lowered her hand, her gaze wandering to Sam's body.

"You will tell me what I want to know, or I will revive her, and then kill her over and over again, right in front of your helpless eyes."

He dropped his head, knowing that he couldn't tell her what she wanted, yet unable to let her cause Sam so much pain.