Disclaimer: I do not own stargate sg-1; it is the property of MGM. No money has or will exchange hands and this story was written purely for entertainment value. However all original characters and story lines are mine. Thanx.

Despite my hectic schedule at the mo I've managed to get a little bit more of this story done. And to those of you who have had mixed ideas about the Naomi character (who is in fact from some of my original work) there is more to her than meets they eye, but it's not her true age – it's more what she'd lived through... but the story will touch on that at some point. So for now...

There was a gentle knock at the door and Liam turned from his playstation – which he hadn't really been paying much attention too, to see who it was.

"Can I come in?" the brunette asked and he nodded.

She seemed a little more cautious around him since the whole briefing room incident a few hours before. Naomi eventually chose to sit on the side of the bed across from Liam, like she was waiting for something.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked her, looking her right in the eyes. He'd heard the explanation that she'd given before but he thought now it was just the two of them she might answer more freely. After all she'd done him and Amy a favor by not telling the SGC about them.

She sighed. "I tried to, several times but I didn't know how you'd react or who was listening. I almost blurted it all out when I saw that guy outside the art room, but I just couldn't – I wish I had now."

The silence became awkward and Liam struggled with something to say, finally he thought of something.

"I'm sorry about your family, for what I said about them and for what you must have been through." She nodded and smiled weakly.

"You weren't to know. But just to get a few things clear; I really am just a high school student, but I guess I haven't told you the whole truth about how I ended up here... It just doesn't seem relevant given this situation."

"That may be true, but will you answer me one question?" she smiled.

"Yeah sure."

"How do you know that Amy didn't have a choice when it came to her being cloned and why do you..." he didn't quite know how to phrase the last part.

"Know what I know about the two of you?" and by the look on his face Naomi knew she had guessed right.

"Would you believe me if I told you it was classified?" Liam laughed but her serious expression stopped him right away.

"Why the hell would it be classified?"

She shook her head, "now that's a dumb question – because it's not exactly something you hear about everyday, don't worry though – I'm no secret alien or android I'm a human teenage girl. It's just that a lot's happened to me."

"You been cloned?" at this she really started to laugh.

"No, you and Amy are the only successful human clones." She told him.

"Amy..." he whispered, the whole situation flooded back to his already aching heart.

"We'll get her back you know." Naomi reassured and he looked at her.

"That another one of the things that you know?" he asked, but she shook her head.

"No, I just have faith in the people here, like Amy has faith in you." He just smiled weakly and turned back to his game, she stayed there sat near to him as if she was looking out for him. He wondered what she was hiding, but she had been right about one thing. Now was not the time to ask, for now he just had to concentrate on getting Amy back.

"I understand, yes sir I'm aware that this situation is unexpected. But I have been told that it is unavoidable." Jack and Sam could hear General Hammond inform the person on the other end of the phone.

They were still sat in the briefing room, neither really looking at the other.

"Do you think she was covering for us?" Sam asked, quiet enough so that he could pretend not to Have heard her if he didn't want to answer.

"I don't know Carter, it seems like it, probably because this was never supposed to come out into the open and she didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for us." He replied, glancing upwards to see her nervous and worried expression.

"She said that we didn't have a choice – and I think that she meant it." She managed to say, still avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah well she might have overheard 'Amy' or she's just an excellent judge of character, you saw it the first time she was here. She regards her boyfriend and her friends above any job, maybe she just did that here." Jack whispered, she could just about hear him but she knew what he meant.

When they had first met Naomi it was obvious that she could tell things about people without having known them for very long and she'd scored quite highly on all the tests they had given to her. It was one of the main reasons she'd been approached to go 'undercover' as it were and keep an eye on him.

Sam didn't know whether to call it empathy or not, and it wouldn't have surprised her if there were other things Naomi could do. But she wouldn't ask, the girl had been through some pretty heavy things in her life and she knew in some way that her 'extra' abilities were linked to that.

The sound of the office door being opened brought her out of her musings and she snapped her attention to the General, standing as he approached the table.

"At ease Major, Colonel." He told them and all three sat at the table once again.

"I have spoken with the joint chiefs regarding the breach in security that must have occurred for this to happen and they have one of the top security teams working on it now. However, that is not the only problem." And the look he sent them both was enough to remind them of their days as cadets.

"If I need to resign sir then I will, Major Cater had my approval in this matter and so the blame should lie solely with me." Jack said, facing the General Head on.

But the older man shook his head, "I am not permitted to allow that action at the present time, it seems that we do not have enough information about this situation to judge whether your actions disobeyed regulations or not."

"You mean because of what Naomi and Liam told us?" Sam asked them quietly, still not sure what she was supposed to do or feel.

The General took a moment to explain his answer, he knew that they could be in some serious trouble when the situation was resolved... but it was getting there that was the problem.

"for now, the joint chiefs and I have decided that you should be allowed to stay at the SGC in your current capacities while we try and figure out where they have taken Amy and who is in fact behind all of this." They both nodded in agreement.

"Yes sir."

But, perhaps fearing they didn't understand the full extent of the trouble they were actually in, the General added.

"But make no mistake; you are only still here because of your expertise and the fact that no one will know your clones better than you. Now dismissed, I suggest you talk with the rest of your team, Miss Witter's and Mr. Maxwell as to what your plan will be. I expect a full report in four hours. Dismissed."

"Yes sir." Came the curt reply before both stood and left the briefing room, neither looking at the other nor saying a word.

"When will he be ready for collection?" the voice came through slightly muffled, it appeared the long range communication device wasn't working as well as it should. This didn't worry the senator however; he had more important things on his mind.

"Ah, there has been a slight change of plans regarding 'him'." He spoke as confidently as he could, he was after all an important part of their plan – it wouldn't work without him. And he loved the power it gave him.

"WHAT CHANGE?!" the enraged voice on the other end of the device asked.

"Oh don't worry, you will still be receiving a clone of SG-1, just not the one you expected." He explained calmly, smirking with the ingenious of his own plan.

"I do not understand, I was told that there was only one clone made, that of Colonel O'Neill."

Kinsey laughed the sound echoing around the empty office, his private one.

"So was I, but I assure you that there is another, one with far higher intelligence than that of O'Neill." He paused, purposely building up the suspense, he needed this deal to be controlled by him, and he needed to keep the upper hand.

"Please go on, you have my full attention."

And as he said the name he smiled with a sick sense of pride, he loved every second. "We have Major Carter, or at least her younger clone. Which I'm sure you'll agree will be a much greater asset."

"Indeed." The voice at the other end snarled. "Although she is not what we were expecting, details can be changed to accommodate her. We will arrive in three days." And the communication ended, leaving a sickening pride in the senator and the fate of a young girl in serious danger.

"Huh? What? Liam?" she muttered through her dreams, memories circled and mixed with images her mind formed as she continued to shift in and out of consciousness.

Being awake caused her too much pain and moving seemed to be far worse, like pushing against an immovable wall she couldn't see. But the worst thing was the guilt she harbored, all of this was her fault... all of it. If she hadn't been so damn selfish! It was the same line over and over again that ran through her head, becoming louder and more incessant.

It pushed out any and all other thoughts, well almost. There was still a small voice of reason trying to get out and tell her that it was alright, that she in fact had stopped a greater and far more sinister plan... but she wasn't listening to it – it hurt too much.

Dr. Kavanghan watched her as she shuddered on the make shift bunk and had to repress as shiver of her own. This whole thing seemed wrong somehow, she couldn't' understand why Kinsey needed to keep the girl hidden away there. Surely for his plan to work all he needed was the DNA evidence that he had and the observations that Agent Cerberus had taken. She also couldn't understand why she needed to be so heavily sedated. It wasn't like she was going anywhere.

None of it really made any sense and even as she checked the girl's vital signs part of her considered leaving her position. She didn't mind helping to get rid of the current administration at the SGC, but what she did have a problem with was the way in which they were doing it.

Kinsey hadn't even approached the joint chiefs about this yet.

"Liam..." the girl, or clone whispered, it seemed tinged with regret and sadness and for a second the doctor once again reconsidered her position.

"He's not here." She told her.

"This is all my fault." Amy said, louder this time.

But the doctor shook her head, knowing neither the camera's or the girl could see her fighting her resolve.

"Just try not to think about it, this should all be over soon." She told her as she reached for the tube she was to put the sedative into.

"I don't understand... all we wanted.... All we ever wanted was to be able to live our lives in peace.... With each other...." The blonde girl muttered, tears forming in her half open eyes. The drugs certainly were doing their job; she was far more docile and cooperative than she probably would have been without them

But why the other suppressants?

"Are you finished yet doctor? There are some other tests we have to do on the girl before she leaves us and they will take some time." One of the main assistants asked her and she nodded. Taking another glance at the helpless teen and hoping that the right thing be done by her.

It was already nine in the evening and the team of people still hadn't come up with anything significant, they had been searching through the list of possible spies that could have been following the clones since they'd been at the high school. But they still hadn't gotten anywhere.

"There doesn't seem to be anyone on this list that has had the means or the opportunity to do this sort of thing... and no one has a motive." Daniel commented after he'd placed the next sheet filled with 'cleared' peoples name on to the table.

Everyone else apart from Naomi was doing the same thing; she was sat at the back sketching a picture of the man she'd seen at the art studio door. She'd been offered a professional sketch artist but had declined knowing that she could make it more accurate if she did it.

"Does anyone in any of those files look like this?" she asked, holding up the finished drawing, and all five of the other occupants of the room stared at her.

"Naomi are you sure that's who you saw at the door, the one you were suspicious of?" Sam asked her as calmly as she could. Both Colonel O'Neill and Liam were staring at her in disbelief, they it seemed, couldn't quite find their voices.

The girl nodded, "positive, but I'm not saying that it's the guy we're after, it's just that I noticed him watching Liam and Amy yesterday, why?" and again everyone looked at her

It was finally Daniel who gave her a proper answer, after having brought something up on the monitor he was working on.

"The guy you saw is the man responsible for Liams well being, he's been assigned to him for the past six months." He explained, showing Naomi the picture and file content.

"His record is clear and he's worked here at the SGC in the rehabilitation department for years. He's one of the best at his job. Could he not have just been checking up on Liam?"

Naomi sighed, "I don't know – maybe, but I can't think of anyone else that I saw around them or acting suspicious."

Jack looked at his clone, trying to clarify some aspects of this situation. "Did he ask any unusual questions? Or try and aim the conversation in a particular direction?"

"And you think I wouldn't have picked up on it?" his tone was harsh and he couldn't help the anger in his eyes, "just because I'm not you anymore doesn't mean I've forgotten everything I learned here – do you honestly think I would let anything dangerous happen to her if I could help it?"

Sam, although touched by the last comment knew that the line of argument between them had to stop, they didn't have time for this. The general wanted a plan in an hour and a half and they were nowhere near.

"So Naomi you're sure this is who you saw?" Jack asked her, despite already knowing the answer, he had to make sure there were no doubts.

"Absolutely, but he could have been checking up like Daniel said." To this though, the colonel shook his head and walked over to where the archaeologist was working on the computer.

"Nah, if he was he wouldn't have run off like that, you see it's part of the rehabilitation policy not to watch over your charges without their knowledge – unless given express permission to do so and General Hammond, according to this at least didn't do it."

"So it appears that we may have a spy in our midst." Teal'c said, doing so for almost the first time since the meeting had started.

"Yeah it does, only trouble now is, how do we root him out and find who he's working for?" Sam asked, looking back to the picture of the man who, at the moment was most likely responsible for her clones kidnapping. It was a scary thought.

one that shook her to the core.

Might be a little shorter than usual but I've been sooo busy and wanted to at least put a new chapter up. As always constructive criticism and positive feedback welcome. thanx