Chapter 6 - Pathetic

Jack sat up against the wall as the Jaffa had left the cell. He eyed Jonas who was sitting opposite to him.

"You shouldn't be here", he stated after awhile, "It's enough that Baal's got me to torture."

"If I would've been quicker he'd have none of us", Jonas sighed, "But maybe that would be no good either. Sam is here, she came along here not so long ago and I tried to talk to her..."

"I've seen her, too. Seems as if she has become Baal's servant", Jack said, "What did she say?"

"Obviously she doesn't remember us."

"So it seems", Jack groaned, "That all is such a crap... And I don't have an idea how to get outta here taking her with us."

"We'll think of something", Jonas tried to calm him with not much of an effect.

There were heavy footsteps to be heard in the corridor.

"Looks as if they're coming for us", Jack remarked with a flight of hopelessness.

An instant later two guards entered the cell taking Jonas. The young alien struggled to stand on his own feet and Jack could see how bad his leg had actually been hurt by the staff blast, the wound was huge almost covering the whole side of Jonas's left thigh.

"Hey, you'd better take me", he called to the two Jaffa who did not react on it.

"It's all right, Colonel", Jonas tried to assure him, pain in his face, "I'll get along with it."

"This is what you think", Jack sighed as they were gone with him.

Samantha bit her lip; she was in her quarters hanging after her thoughts. Baal did no longer need her services for the rest of the day.

First of all she had tried to relax and sleep a bit. But then again the dreams had returned and the strange happenings of the day were on her mind again:

Who were these two strangers she had seen? They seemed to know her from somewhere, but she could not recall them.

Suddenly her thoughts fell on one of the dreams she had had. One of these two had been in it. His name returned into her mind. It was Jack.

Jack. The name moved something in her heart. For a moment she remembered exactly who he was. Then again this clear recollection changed into a slight idea of knowledge about him.

At once the dangerous wish to see him and to get to know him again formed inside Samantha's head.

No, she could not do it. But her heart requested her to. It would mean complete impiety toward Baal, she admonished herself.

All of a sudden these thoughts felt so pathetic: Piety? Was this the only thing holding her back from following her own wants. Or was it actually fear, the fear of punishment through her lord, if he got to know about her acting?

But who said that he had to get to know about it? The risk appeared to fade immediately.

Samantha took all her courage and left to find the key to her memory. She quickly left her quarters for the holding cells.

Leah who had just come to visit her she did not notice with a single glance.

"Samantha? Where are you going?"

She did not respond her friend continuing her way.

Jack turned his head. He let out a surprised breath as he saw who was standing on the other side of the force field.

"Sam?" he whispered.

She came closer toward the cell. "Who are you?" she questioned.

"It's me, Jack", he replied.

"And who do you think I am?"

"You are Major Samantha Carter. You used to be the second in command on my team and", he held on.

"And?" she seemed to be eager to know it.

"And my best and most trusted friend', he ended.

"So", she pondered for a moment, "I don't remember any of it, but I seem to remember you from somewhere."

"We've been serving together for the last six years, so you should remember me."

"That's what I do", she came closer stopping only a step away from the energy field. Jack rose himself closing her as well. That moment both of them stretched out their hands, it was like magic.

They got in touch not feeling the heat of the energy separating them.

"We're in trouble", Jack told her, "can you do something to get us out? We could take you home, then."

She let go of his hands, "I... I can't", she stammered turning away from him running through the corridor not looking back.

A short moment later the Jaffa returned Jonas. He sank to the floor almost like dead; he was pale and cramping with pain.

"God, Jonas", Jack rolled him over to his side, "You okay?"

"I'll live", his team mate returned weakly.

Jack clenched his fists. This was not how it should end. He swore that they would get out of this and that he would take revenge for all that on this bastard of a snakehead.

"What did you do?" Leah was almost yelling at her younger friend, "This should not have happened. You know very well about the consequences of such a disobedience."

Samantha nodded slowly, "All I wanted was to get to know about my past."

"This is no reason. If Baal gets to know about it, and sooner or later this'll happen, he won't spare you."

"I know", she sighed, "but somehow I don't even regret what I've done."

"And that after all our lord has done for you?", Leah was completely perplexed, "How can a servant be that ungrateful?"

Samantha looked up at the older woman, "Leah, in my old life I was no servant, I was free."

"Freedom won't save you in this life", Leah turned away and left without another word to say. Samantha's behavior had more than upset her. If she would not be her best friend she would have given her away now. But she trusted her feeling making her know that nothing would change and that Samantha would accept her fate again.

Samantha had a strange feeling. It was as if all of a sudden she started to hate Baal with all her body and soul. She doubted his decisions and everything he was doing.

She started to believe the things she had heard about him torturing people and she realized the truth that was in these stories, a part of her mind knew since long ago, longer than she had been here, how cruel he actually was.

She damned her powerlessness. It was a lie, like most of the other things the servants were held to believe.

But though she now thought that way she was still fearing Baal and a part of her mind was still ordering her to stay faithful toward him and to fulfil his orders, persuading her that this was the only way to change things.

Also she realized that she had never been affected by this Goa'uld's cruelty; he had always been good to her, among the other servants he had always favored her and most important of all: He had saved her life, something he had not done for any other servants ever before.

This fact was what bound her to him, holding her from defection, making Baal remain something like a god to her.

Samantha's mind was split and troubled, it felt like schizophrenia and she was deeply pained and affected by it. All she wanted was that this situation would soon be over. Otherwise it would completely break her...

To be continued in some more emotional fireworks. I hope you've liked it so far.