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Sorry this chapters a little late but I've had a lot to sort out recently, thanx to all those who've reviewed this – I like knowing what you think about the stories progression... so here's the next instalment.
When she awoke the next morning she was greeted by an overwhelming feeling of well being, no doubt caused by the young man that was lying next to her. He was still sleeping, a smile on his face that she rarely saw, she'd slept next to him on places all over the galaxy and he'd never looked quite so peaceful.
It occurred to her that she hadn't either and although her years at the SGC had been more than she could ever have dreamt of something had been lacking the entire time, there was always that part of her that work would never fill. She needed him to do that.
So she rolled over in the bed, heading to the bathroom but trying not to disturb him at the same time. It was then that she caught sight of the alarm clock.
"Oh crap." she muttered, it was quarter to nine – their lessons started in less than half an hour and it would probably take that long to get ready and get there in time.
"Liam get up, we're going to be late!" she shouted, shaking him slightly.
"Huh? What?" came his groggy reply when he eventually opened his eyes.
"Don't you have an alarm clock?" Amy asked him as she started for the bathroom.
He sat up and shook his head." I usually don't need one." he admitted. Years of military training had set him up with an internal alarm clock and until now that training still affected him. He considered that his late night had been the answer but somehow it didn't seem like the only cause. It was as though it was the first time he'd actually relaxed.
Amy hadn't heard his reply and was busy getting herself ready in the bathroom. She had to stop however, to savor the memories of the previous night. It had summed up everything about her reasons for doing what she had done and she almost felt sorry for the self she'd left behind – she was still without the man she loved.
"So... you look happy today." Naomi commented, watching her friend turn away and try to pretend nothing was wrong.
"Yeah well, why shouldn't I be?" Amy asked whilst playing the innocent person in all of this, Naomi however, could see right through her act and she laughed.
"Well I can guess at a good reason, I've been there you know." And Amy could have sworn she saw more than an ordinary understanding of Liam and hers façade of a situation in the young girls eyes.
"So you and Todd..?" she asked, choosing to ignore what she thought she saw.
"Yeah, we have." Naomi told her quietly, she was smiling but seemed to want the conversation to be kept quiet. To her it was a very private thing and she wanted it to stay that way.
"Oh, I almost forgot, do you still want a lift into work this afternoon" the brunette added as they reached the end of the corridor where her lesson would start in a few minutes.
"Yeah, if it's still ok." Her friend nodded. "Well I'll see you later then." And Amy walked off, waving to Naomi briefly.
She headed down to wards her lesson half in the daze that her friend had picked up on, she never wanted to leave the half floating feeling that she lived in at the moment – there was nothing better.
"Hey." The voice made her heart skip a beat and she stopped in her tracks, maybe there was one thing better...
"Liam." She whispered, turning round to see him right behind her.
"How ya doing?" he asked, putting his arm around her shoulder and smiling at anyone who dared to snigger at them.
"How do you think?" she replied, trying to calm her beating heart. It seemed the further their relationship went, the stronger physical reaction she got whenever he was around.
"That good huh?" and she laughed at his comment, he didn't know the half of it – or perhaps he did and that was the point.
He lead her to the back of the building and out of the door, no one came out there are she looked at him, knowing his intentions.
"I have a lesson in two minutes." She reminded him, although it was her last protest because she'd succumbed to him the moment he tipped his head down and placed his mouth over hers.
It was the first time she had kissed him since the night before and it seemed to have an added level of meaning, it was bringing all her memories back to her again. His face his eyes, every touch and every word he had said to her that night would reside within her memories forever.
There was no protest, even as he backed her against the wall, she let her hands run through his hair and all over his back – everywhere that had been off limits to her six months ago.
But it was over all too soon as the school bell rang and indicated next lesson, the moment was lost and they both knew they had to go inside.
"Damn it." Liam muttered and Amy just smiled.
"I'll see you later." And with that she was gone, he followed soon after in total awe of what was happening between them.
When she made it home that afternoon all Amy could think of was the next time she would see him – she knew that it must seem to everyone that she was just a teenager in love for the first time... but somehow it didn't matter. They could all think what they wanted – she was happy and more at peace with herself than she ever had been.
But she wouldn't see him again until after work was over and she knew she'd be counting every single second the entire time she was at the bakery.
It didn't even seem to faze her when she had trouble getting into her front door – it was like there was something stuck inside the lock that was stopping her key from turning properly, not to mention the fact that the paint around it had started to bubble. But she eventually made it inside.
It was then that she really started to notice that something wasn't right, for a start she could hear voices in her front room, one that she recognized – she just couldn't place. But she didn't get too long to dwell on it.
Amy knew that she had to get out of there – these people were obviously after her and she knew it had to be something to do with them knowing who she was. Damn it and I thought we'd been careful!
So being as quiet as she could Amy stepped backwards towards the door hoping to make a hasty exit without them even knowing she was in the house. Unfortunately, it seemed the men had already thought about that scenario and a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind.
She tried to scream, tried to move but it seemed that none of the escape tactics that she'd learned in the military worked now that she was a teenager – she simply didn't have the strength to pull them off anymore.
"You're a resilient little bitch aren't you!" the man who's voice she recognised taunted her.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?" Amy asked then, knowing that her best defense was to play dumb and to pretend she knew nothing of the SGC.
"You should know, although I must say it took us a while to recognize you." The taller of the two men told her. He was blonde with a series of scars just below his hairline.
The man she recognised stood behind her so that she couldn't see his face, his grip was hard and fast – she knew she wouldn't be able to break it.
"It seems that you are only a shadow of your former self, pity really. It means that this won't be as much fun!" he snarled before she felt something being pressed over her mouth and her world – despite her best efforts sunk into a world of darkness. Please don't let them get him too
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" having managed to get through all of his work in record time Liam pushed his chair over to his phone so that he could call Amy and arrange to meet her after work, he just hoped that she hadn't left home yet.
However it appeared that he didn't need to, the phone rang as soon as he reached it and he picked it up, startled at her apparent excellent timing. But before he'd even had chance to say hello the person on the other end had began to speak.
"Liam it's Naomi, have you seen Amy? Cause I'm at her flat now and there's no one home and there's something wrong with the door." She rushed her words and sounded slightly panicked.
For a moment he froze at the thought of something having happened to her but he forced himself to calm down and think about it calmly.
"What exactly is wrong with the door? Have you checked to see if she's inside?" he heard Naomi sigh as soon as he's finished speaking.
"Damn it, I hoped that she was with you and had forgotten to tell me. The paint around the lock is singed and the paints all gone funny, I've been knocking and ringing the doorbell for about ten minutes – I've even been round the back and checked all the windows... I don't know what to do – that's why I called you."
She sounded so worried and scared and it crossed his mind that maybe what had happened to her family was similar to this, however at that moment his main concerns was Amy. It didn't think that this was an accident – someone must have figured out who she was... the only trouble was what had happened to her. It was that thought that drove a knife through his heart, she just had to be safe.
"I'll be right there." He told the girl on the other end.
"Ok, do you want me to call the police or something?" a she asked and he paused, there was no way that they could and even if the police did know about it there was nothing that they could do.
"No, just wait until I get there." And before she could argue or protest he put the phone down and ran out of the door.
As soon as he saw it he knew what had happened, he just hoped Naomi wouldn't question how he knew it when he explained it to her.
"Someone has opened this with explosives, it look's like they made a pretty good job of it too." She just nodded and watched as he threw himself against the door until it opened.
"But why?" the brunette asked, carefully stepping inside and looking around for some sort of indication of a struggle, the only one she managed to find was in the living room. Amy's bag looked as thought it had crashed into the table and the magazines and science papers that were usually there were on the floor. The only other sign was the rug that had been messed up in the process of whatever had happened.
"Ah... for now let's just look at what else we can find." He didn't know how he managed to keep so calm about what was going on – inside he was terrified. He felt like the victim of the biggest practical joke, he'd never felt as free or a comfortable as he had done that morning and now; only a few hours later... his world was on the brink of collapse.
He checked her bedroom and the bathroom, but all the time he was in a daze, not quite paying any attention to the real world at all. That was until he spotted the white envelope on placed on the shelf in the hall.
He couldn't be sure that it had been there when he came in, he hadn't really been looking for it but now he snatched it from where it rested and stared at the black letters on the front.
'JACK O'NEILL'He couldn't believe it because in that second he knew that his worst fears had been realized, someone had taken her to get to him. Someone knew his weakness and where to find her. And they had been so careful...
With shaking hands he opened the envelope and read the note inside.
Jack,
As you're probably aware by now we have Sam, or at least her clone. And it seems that there is nothing you can really do about it. That is unless you want the SCG to find out about her, or more specifically 'you and her'.
It's a shame really, it really has been too easy and she didn't put up much of a fight
Don't worry, we won't touch her, we'll leave that to our associates. Just don't expect to see her any time soon.
There was no name at the bottom of the note, not that he'd really expected one.
"Hey have you found something?" Naomi asked him coming to stand a little in front of him.
"What?" he was still in a little bit of a daze but his mind seemed to have registered her question. "Yeah and no."
Naomi nodded and sighed. "I think we should call the police." She told him seriously and Liam didn't know what to tell her.
"Senator Kinsey sir, we have the test results for you." The lab technician informed, heading in the general direction of his superior.
"Well? Do they confirm what we already thought?" he asked, irritated and impatient as always. He was sat studying the blonde before him and wondering how O'Neill was going to take all of this.
"Yes sir, she is in fact the clone of Major Samantha Carter, their DNA is almost a perfect match." But he flinched when Kinsey turned his stony glare on him.
"Almost?" his voice was low and demanding.
"Yes sir, there is a small discrepancy but it appear to be a result of the cloning procedure." He looked to the floor as if to show how humble he was in all of this, he was also quite afraid of the senator and beginning to loose faith in the whole situation.
"Well for your sake I hope that's all it is, now leave. I have to talk to my associates about all of this." The other man nodded and left as quickly as he could get out of the door.
"We can't." Liam said, half to himself, the other teenager was having none of it.
"What the hell do you mean we can't call the police? How do you expect to get her back? Somebody has kidnapped your girlfriend and you don't want to do anything about it? What is wrong with you?"
"It's not as simple as that! You have no idea what's going on ok?!" he blurted, angry and confused about the whole thing. He expected Naomi to shout back but she simply looked at him, as if waiting for an explanation.
"Enlighten me." She said simply, and so knowing that he had to tell her something Liam gave a plausible explanation.
"Because the police can't do anything, it's way out of their jurisdiction." He sighed. "We're under witness protection, or at least something very close to it." He looked at her to see if she was buying it and saw something else written all over her face, it was as if knew the pain that he was feeling, like she'd been there.
"So don't you have people there who you can call?" she asked quietly, the fight had gone out of her and she seemed to have given him the lead, a position he was used to.
"Ah, sort of... but right now I don't know who I can trust, you see they – as in the people that put me under protection don't exactly know that Amy's here." She nodded slowly, understanding at least the basic complexities of the current situation.
"But isn't it worth a try? I mean if the people who you're hiding from have come after her then you could be in danger too." Naomi looked him in the eye until he gave her a response.
"I don't know..."
"You have to do something or you could loose her forever." And right then, Liam saw something in the girls eyes, something of knowledge beyond her age. He knew that he could trust her, even if she didn't know the full story.
"There is somewhere I need to go, and I need to borrow your car." He told her, but she shook her head.
"No, you can't drive and in your current state you won't make it there alive." He was about to protest but he stopped just in time – he technically hadn't learned to drive as a teenager and his emotional state, was in fact a complete mess.
"I'll take you wherever you have to go, no questions asked." She told him and started out towards the car.
Liam followed her, putting the letter in his pocket and knowing what he had to do, no matter what trouble he would be causing – there was no other way. He had to get her back, he couldn't face the thought of living another life time without her.
I know it wasn't as long as usual but there has been sooo much I have to do! And as always constructive criticism and positive feedback is most welcome! thanx