Author's note: Don't worry about Sam and the baby! Dotty's not finished just yet, I just didn't want the chapter to go too much longer so I found a good cut off spot – and Kinsey getting his nads smashed seemed as good a place as any. I decided that the story would stay PG-13 but the warning at the beginning of the chapters will let you know if the chapter is a bit gorier than others. This one is probably not R, but Dotty isn't finished with Kinsey, so you never know...

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Dotty ignored Jack as she stood over Kinsey once more, looking down at him. The man was shattered – literally – and looking up at her with such horror and fear on his face that she knew even O'Neill and Brooks would feel that he'd paid a little for his crimes. What they didn't know – Jack because she didn't tell him, yet, and Nathan because he was unconscious – was that Kinsey's body wasn't cushioning any of this from him.

Where a normal human's body would have long since gone into shock, numbing the pain – or passed out because they were no longer able to handle the pain – Kinsey's body didn't have that option. She'd used a modification on the forcefield she held to protect his torso – the only bruising on his ribs or organs were from Jack and Nathan's preliminary beatings – and his skull. He had no life-threatening injuries at that moment. His legs and arms were shattered; yes, but the blood vessels that carried nutrients to those areas were still intact and so were the nerves. Of course they were! Dotty wanted him to feel everything.

"Please..."

Kinsey's whisper was agony itself, his eyes filled with tears and his face contorted with pain.

"Have you learned the lessons so far, Senator?" Dotty asked calmly. "Do you need another set of-"

"No!"

The shout echoed through the house.

Dotty leaned down, and Kinsey tried to shrink away in fear, but he couldn't move. His eyes widened in fear as she drew closer. It was obvious to Jack that he thought she was going to finish him off, and Jack wasn't sure that she wasn't – and wasn't sure if he wanted her to or not. Jaffer whined softly, bumping his head against Jack's hand once more, and Jack knelt down as well, wrapping his arms around his black lab's warm solid body as Dotty spoke up once more.

"We're not finished, Senator," the Ancient woman told him. "There's the matter of Jack and his family to deal with."

Kinsey looked over at O'Neill, panicked, as if he thought Jack was going to come over and finish things himself. Jack didn't move, though.

"Jack O'Neill is important to me – very important. He's the father of my son, after all." Let him think that was the only reason. "I have a special desire to see him and his family safe, and I'm not sure I can trust you to leave them alone. You seem to have a need for vengeance that I don't like."

That was the kettle calling the pot black, as far as Jack was concerned. Dotty had definitely shown her most vengeful side this afternoon. And it was something.

"I won't touch them..." Kinsey whispered.

"And you won't send anyone else to do your dirty work for you," Dotty added.

"No. Never."

His face was so filled with fear that Jack wasn't able to see if he was being a lying weasel or not – not from the distance he was at. Dotty was closer, though, and she probably knew one way or the other.

"I won't ask you for your word – I know your word means nothing to you. But remember this; I have a very long arm, Senator. You took me by surprise this time, but it'll never happen again." Her voice was hard. "I'm going to be watching you, now. I'll know exactly what you do – and I'll know the minute you step out of line. And I won't stop next time. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

She stood up, and went over to Jack and Jaffer and rested her hand on O'Neill shoulder.

"You should have let me kill him, Dotty. He's dangerous."

Dotty knelt next to Jack, and put her other hand on Jaffer's nose, affectionately.

"He's no danger to you, now, Jack – probably not a danger to anyone, because I will be watching him and if he does anything I don't like, I'll stop it." She looked over at Kinsey, who was watching them. There was no hatred in his eyes, and no contempt – which Jack was used to seeing there. "Let's go check on your friend."

She stood up and they went into the den, where Nathan was still sprawled on the floor. As much as Jack was sorry his friend had missed the show, he was glad, too, because he didn't have to explain to him what had happened – which would have included explaining what Dotty was – or at least lying about the technology she had in her hand. Jack didn't feel up to making up any long drawn out cover story, and Nathan never would have bought one that wasn't well thought out. He was much too smart for that.

Dotty knelt down next to Nathan and touched his cheek. A moment later the General opened his eyes and looked around, then sat up.

"What happened?"

He looked at Dotty, who smiled gently at him.

"What happened?"

Jack walked over.

'We need to get out of here, Nate," he said, pulling him to his feet. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay," Brooks snapped. "And we're not leaving until Kinsey's-"

"We're done here, Nate." Jack interrupted. "Come look."

He led his friend out to the living room, and Brooks' eyes widened – both at the considerable damage to the house around him, and at seeing Kinsey slumped on the floor, his legs and arms in positions that told the General they were broken and his hands still clutching his battered groin.

"What the hell happened?"

"He got what was coming to him." Jack answered.

"What about now? We can't leave him alive, Jack. It'd ruin your career."

"He's not going to say anything," Dotty said, looking down at Kinsey, who cringed when she had walked closer. Brooks noticed that Kinsey seemed more afraid of the woman than he did of Jack. Odd. "Are you, Senator?"

Kinsey shook his head so violently that Jack was surprised it didn't fall off.

"He'll make up a story to explain this."

"What about the others?" Brooks asked. "The man in the basement, the other soldiers?"

"They'll pay," Jack said. "We'd better get going. Do you have a car here, Dotty?"

She shook her head.

"How did you get here?" Brooks asked.

"Flew on my broom."

Nathan stared at her for a second, then barked a laugh, and pulled a set of keys from his pocket. "I have a jeep at the bottom of the hill. We can take that."

Jack nodded and tossed another key to Brooks, who caught it easily.

"Go toss that key to Major Clay. Tell him to wait ten minutes and then let himself out. Remind him what happened to Kinsey is nothing compared to what will happen to him if he opens his mouth."

Brooks looked at Kinsey and then at Jack, a satisfied expression on his face.

"I'll do that." He walked out of the room and they could hear the door to the basement opening.

"How did you know I was here, Dotty?" Jack asked as they headed for the kitchen as well.

"I can't tell you, Jack."

He nodded; he'd long since figured that if an alien said they couldn't tell you something, they weren't going to tell you – and it wasn't like he could threaten her or anything – even if he wanted to. Kinsey knew that better than anyone.

To his surprise, Dotty pulled him into a warm embrace, hugging him close. Jack could feel her trembling, and he realized that even with all the power she had and the technology she possessed, she was still a person, and one who'd come perilously close to losing her son. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight for a long moment.

"Thank you for saving him, Jack..." she whispered in his ear. "I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost him."

"You're never going to lose him," Jack promised her. "I won't let it happen."

She nodded, and pulled away, wiping her eyes, but forcing a trembling smile.

"You didn't really fly on a broom, did you?"

She giggled, surprised by the question, and knew he'd asked it just to make her laugh. Before she could answer, though, Nathan reappeared at the top of the stairs.

"Are we ready to go?"

"Dotty?"

She nodded.

"Let's get out of here, then."

The four of them headed for the door.

"You know, O'Neill... you're going to have to explain what happened..." Brooks said. Jack wondered if Dotty had somehow made him forget that he'd been in the process of shooting Kinsey when he'd gone back into the wall.

"I think you fainted," Jack said.

Dotty laughed again, and Brooks snorted in amusement.

"Bullshit."

"No, seriously..."

"I've never fainted in my life..."

"That one time in Cambodia as I recall, you wen-"

"That time was different," Brooks interrupted as they started into the woods and down the hill. "And I thought you promised never to bring it up again?"

"You're the one who-"

"Fine..."

Laughter echoed through the trees, and it wasn't just Dotty's.