A/N: First of all, Kitty Pierce was right. In chapter 25 I did mean that Teal'c would regale his teammates with tales of Thor, not revile. Which, incidentally, dictionary . com defines as meaning: To assail with abusive language; vituperate. While the thought of Teal'c shouting abusive language at his compatriots is interesting... its not very much in character. Or fitting to the story. Well that's what happens when you beta your own stuff lol. Word catches misspellings and grammar problems, but doesn't catch correctly spelled words used incorrectly. Which reminds me of a poem, it started something like "Eye halve a spelling chequer/ It came with my pea sea/ It plainly marques four my revue/ Miss steaks eye kin knot sea."
Moving along... I was going to make this note its own chapter, but decided against it so it wouldn't mess with the numbering. Sorry the note is so long, I just felt like explaining things, since I know from a lot of the reviews, many of you are reading this for the humor. (And I'm sooo glad you've been finding it funny!) So you've likely noticed that the story has recently taken a dark twist. That has sort of been my intention all along. My muse has been cooped up these past 27 years, and it wants to try all sorts of things now that I've let it out.
It may surprise you but I have pretty much never forayed into the realm of creative writing all on my own. I've never written for the sheer joy of writing. I don't even keep a journal or one of those blog things. Everything in my entire life was written for a purpose, most usually being reports, letters, papers, and informative things for school or work. I can explain things, prove a thesis, and compile statistics. And ya, I've written a few short stories here and there, but they were usually for a class. I've not taken any creative writing classes.
I'm not saying that I've never enjoyed writing, nor have I never written in a creative way (I once successfully compared a Star Trek novel to a work of literature by Zora Neal Hurston) I've just never written if it wasn't assigned to me to do, other than the usual teenage melancholy stuff and sappy poems.
A friend of mine said it best, creative writing is something that you just need to sit down and do it. She's right. So what this all means, is that after all these years, you all are now my captive audience. You and I are all along for the wild ride my muse is taking us on. And I've had the chance for a lot of humor, and making the characters deal with unexpected circumstance, but at that time they were on their home turf. Now I'm taking them out of the familiar, and making bad things happen, and trying to see how they react. So lets see what happens? I'm not saying that there will be no more humor. I hope not, and I'm challenging myself to interject things when I can, but I want to see what happens now, and I hope you all will too. I just want to try a little angst and suffering and sadness etc. Well, anyway, enough from me, here's your next chapter. I hope you continue to find the story interesting.
No matter how futile the chances of finding Sam seemed, Jack knew one thing, a glance at Teal'c confirming his teammate felt the same way. They would not give up until Sam was back, safe and sound. And if she'd been harmed in any way, there would be hell to pay, and that was a damn fact.
Chapter 27
Sam woke cold and in darkness. Her body ached all over, and her mouth felt like it was full of sand. She had no idea how much time had passed since she'd been outside with Daniel. Sam tried shifting her position experimentally, but something prevented her movements.
Fighting back a sudden wave of claustrophobia, Sam realized she was wrapped in some sort of heavy canvas, she could feel it pressing on her whiskers and ears. She could barely even move her tail, so thick and heavy was the cloth. She seemed to laying on something hard, but the surface swayed with a gentle motion. The movements seemed to suggest that whatever she was in, she was being carried. Slowly and carefully, Sam tried experimentally stretching her legs, and quickly met some sort of wall on each side of her. So she was in some sort of cage or box of some kind she surmised.
There were voices, men's voices, speaking above her. Sam didn't recognize either of them, and guessed that she was likely no longer at the SGC. She tried to lay still and not alert her captors to the fact that she was awake. As she lay unmoving, the voices filtered down to her through the thick cloth.
"I don't know Mike, seems like an awful lot of fuss over a little bitty kitty cat." The first voice said.
The cage she was in shifted, as the second voice, belonging to the one she assumed was carrying her, spoke. "If the boss wants a kitty cat, he gets a kitty cat, as long as he gives me my paycheck."
The two man laughed as a third voice spoke, interrupting them. "Shut up you two numbskulls. The boss said no talking unless necessary."
"Awww Hank, who's gonna hear us anyway?" The second voice started, but the third voice, Hank, cut him off. "I said shut it. Boss says no talking. Boss pays the check, boss gets no talking."
Her cage shifted again, and Sam became aware of other sensations. She thought maybe they were outside, in a large open area. She could smell jet fuel, and a sinking sensation gripped her. Someone obviously wanted her bad enough to breach the base security to get at her, and they were taking her away as fast as possible. Sam knew if they put her on a plane, she could be taken anywhere in the world in a matter of hours. It would be difficult enough for anyone to find her if she was local, but trying to find one cat, out of how many billions in the world? Sam's heart sank as she realized just how bleak her situation was. She would have to get away; she couldn't let them get her on plane.
Unfortunately for Sam, her captors didn't seem to be the most gentle with their living cargo, as she unexpectedly felt her cage being dumped on a firm surface with a jolt. The sudden movements shocking a startled mewl from her.
"Hey!" Cried the second voice, the one the first voice had called Mike. "I think she's awake!"
"Can't be, that stuff should have kept her out for hours!" Replied the first voice.
"Shut up you nitwits," ordered Hank. So she hadn't been out for too long yet. Sam sensed her cage being opened from the top, and tried to tense and be ready for escape if the opportunity presented itself, but the heavy canvas hampered her movements. Something blunt unexpectedly poked her sharply in her tender ribs and she yowled in surprise. "Shit. Get the stuff Lee, we better dose her again."
Sam didn't have much time to wonder what the "stuff" was as hands abruptly grabbed her behind the neck, and lifted her from her temporary prison. Sam struggled against the hands and canvas, desperately trying to wriggle free. She felt the canvas sliding off a bit as she suddenly felt a sharp piercing pain in the soft skin behind her neck. Sam immediately recognized that the pain was the result of a hypodermic syringe.
Frantically, Sam bucked and twisted, but not before the medication was injected. Her back claws connected with something soft, and Sam felt immediate satisfaction as a human cried out in pain, followed by a stream of curses. She was immediately dropped back into the cage, the lid slamming down and the latch sliding closed.
Sam fell on top of the thick canvas, but quickly realized her situation was little better than before, the box was solid, with only a row of small air holes along the top. She could see nothing from inside. Sam had managed only a brief look at the area she was in before she'd been dumped back in the box. Despite the sudden bright lights compared to the darkness she'd been confined in, she had been able to confirm she was inside some sort of hanger, but had been unable to make anything else out. Sam tried to investigate the top of the box, which was only a few inches above her head when she was standing, but the sedative that had been injected was already kicking in. Unable to fight the powerful drug, Sam's legs gave away and she collapsed, succumbing to the effects of the sedative as darkness again overtook her mind.