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Sam woke up the following morning to Daniel's whistling. She had a blanket wrapped around her and she felt drained.
"Good morning." Daniel said when he saw her wake up.
Sam, beyond being embarrassed about showing emotions in front of Daniel, sighed slightly. "Thanks." She said simply. He knew what it was about. She stood up and looked over at the playpen that held her twins. They were laughing and giggling about some joke only the two of them knew. "They don't even realize that their father is missing." She said sadly.
Daniel walked up to Sam and hugged her. "They will Sam." He said gently. Sam nodded. "Why don't you go get a shower, then I'm going to take us all out to breakfast."
"We have to get to the compound." Sam objected, looking at her watch.
"We've got the day off."
Sam frowned. She really needed to go to work to get her mind off Jack. "You didn't call Hammond did you?"
Daniel shook his head, but averted Sam's gaze. "All right, I did. But only because Greta called and said she was sick."
Sam looked at him. He was telling the truth. "So he gave us both the day off?"
"Said we didn't have anything going on, so I might as well stay home too." Daniel gave her a smile. "Come on Sam. Get a shower and get dressed. After breakfast we're going to meet Cassie at the park."
Deciding that it looked like a beautiful day outside and that she and the babies could use the fresh air, Sam agreed and went to take a shower.
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Jack tried to scream as Fyger came near him but his throat locked up. That needle looked huge, and Jack was certain that Fyger would not be as gentle as Frasier could be. "If you keep squirming it'll just make it hurt more."
Jack kicked and pulled the entire time Fyger got closer to him. Fyger slammed the needle into Jack's forearm and inserted all of the yellow liquid. As Jack's fighting became less intense Fyger smiled. "Let me explain what we are doing here." Jack could barely understand anything the big man was saying. He only caught a few words as Fyger talked. "…experiments…species…memory loss…how long…" Jack's eyes closed of their own accord, and as much as Jack fought to make them open up, the darkness that permeated his thoughts soon took over and Jack lay limp on the floor.
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He opened his eyes but shut them quickly. The bright lights were too harsh for eyes that had been closed for who knew how long. After a few moments he opened them back up and gave them time to adjust. "Where am I?" He asked out loud. He looked around him and noticed that he was in a forest lying on a bed of leaves. The bright light was the sun and as he looked around he realized that he was alone. After a few groans he was able to stand up and get a more complete look at his surroundings.
Having no idea where he was, or even who he was, the man began to walk through the woods trying to find something that would give him a clue as to where he was. He knew it probably wasn't safe to walk around in the woods when he couldn't even remember his name, but he sure as hell wasn't going to sit in the woods like some log and wait to found. If anyone was looking for him at all.
An hour later he was completely lost and couldn't even find his way back to the bed of leaves he woke up on. He wondered if he'd made the bed or if someone else had made it for him. And if someone else had made it, where were they? And where the HELL was he?