NA: Thanks you guys for all the good reviews.They mean the world to me. It really does. Any who! If you asking me where this is going...well I don't know I have no idea intill I start typing at my computer. He..He. Anyway happy reading!
Chapter Two
Nicholi was squirming most delectably by the time it was time to leave for PX27-969. Sam inwardly laughed at the little mouse, he hadn't changed not one bit in fifteen years. He was still small, and so very insignificant. Sam looked over her friends who were now sitting in the briefing room waiting for answer. She was struggling with facts, should she omit some of the story or should she tell them all of it. A part of herself. The Airforce Major and Friend wanted to tell them all. To bare it all. To trust them enough to tell them, but that other part of herself was inserting itself again.
"Were waiting Major!" bellowed Jack O'neil. Sam looked over him, taking in his six foot tall frame. God, is a hunk, and I so wanted to play with him for such a long time. " Well, Jack. You're going to have to wait a little longer." she replied in a husky sensual tone that was so unlike her. Jack immediately stood out of his chair. enraged over her behavior. To him and to everyone else in the briefing room this person, this woman was not the Major Carter that knew and loved. This creature was someone else. " I have one word for you Major...Insorbation!" Sam laughed outright at him. This laugh however was not her normal warm friendly laugh that she usual used. No. It was something else. It was cold. Laced with Steel. A laugh that bought the hairs of their necks on end.
"I have two words for you Jack...Fuck off."
"Major! Maybe a couple days in the stockade will change your attitude" shouted General Hammond. He was stunned. He knew this girl since she was born. Being her God father and in all, but this woman was far from who grew to know. To any one who looked at her at that moment would have thought she was pensive, when the SF's came for her. Yet inside, she was rebellious, and playful. She walked with her head down wards, looking at the floor as she walked towards the stockade. Yet if you looked closer you would have saw the corner of her mouths pulling up into a smile.
Three hours later, Jack took a stroll down to the stockade to visit Sam and to maybe to get some information out her concerning her behavior this morning. The way she acted in the briefing was so unlike her. There was something differently out of wack with her. His Sam would never spoken to him like that. She was always kind, and patient with him...unless he missed with her doohickeys. And even then she always told him in a nice way to leave. This cold...confident woman she was different. And the way she was staring him down during that briefing...well it did things to him that made him want to do two things. Shoot her with his zat gun...or take her right there on the briefing floor.
His silent reverie was disturbed by the gut instinct that made him stop. Some was out place. He took out his side arm and looked over the place. God it looked so much like the incident with Jolinar. There were two guards laying on the floor, both alive this time, but unconscious. What the Hell? He advanced towards the cell where Sam was being held and saw the another guard tied with (flex cuffs) to the cell bars, and his 2IC gone.
The fires of hell could not hold him. He was fear, hatred, and power. And nothing could stop him, but the chosen line. Her line. He could smell her fear, the fear for her family. He could feel the fear for the man she loved, the person that he would take great pleasure in killing him. Dismembering his body one by one. There was no where she could hide.
Sam house was dark. It was the way she liked it. The shadows contrasting with the moon light above. Yet tonight she didn't have time. It was time to hunt. And she had to move fast before her team would come looking for her. She ran into her bedroom, ripped opened the closet door, and pulled out an old travel chest. At first glance you would think that it was old, useless thing. yet Samantha knew better. She quickly carried the case to the large sheet covered floor length mirror beside her Vanity. She snatched off the sheet to reveal seamless harmless mirror. Nothing out the ordinary, expect on the edges of the mirror were carved in stone the words of the ancient's wisdom that gave it an exotic flare. This harmless floor mirror would take her to a place that she thought she was long buried.
She heard cars pulling up. I guess I ran out time. Here goes nothing.
She put her palm to the mirror. She could hear the booted foot steps of her friends. Damn, out time. The door's hinges whined as the door opened. "Sam are you here?" Shit! C'mon, C'mon you stupid thing.
"Huntress DNA recognized" announced a synthesized voice. About damn time. The natural mirror surface changed into a picture of a marble walled room with brightly covered banners with an emblem of country that used to mean so much to her. She walked through the mirror surface. Feeling like she walked through the a waterfall. Her body trembling in the inside. Like little bolts of electricity. She knew without asking what that was. It was her energy readjusting to the new world.
"SAM!" she turned around to meet the brown eyes that she cared for so much. She could feel all the emotion that she held back so long rushing towards her. She saw Daniel, and Teal'c. Her family. She couldn't leave them there. And maybe it's the best way to protect from Bain, is to have them near me. She looked into Jack's eyes and saw the betrayal there. And she knew she couldn't especially leave him behind. She knew that even though she want..needed to do this alone, she had to explain to them. To make them see. She raced back to the mirror, and began to reconfigure to let them enter her realm. She nodded to them, her eyes beaconing to come forth into the mirror. They looked at each other and then at her. And shrugged. They came across with a little bit of hesitation, but they came. Jack, Daniel and Teal's. To them this would be another twist, another bump, another adventure in their fateful lives. And yet for Sam this was different this was more than stargate program or the goulad. This was about Family, and a score she should have settled a long time ago.