Chapter 2: Sounds in The Night.

"Jonas! Look Out!" Came the Colonel's voice through Jonas's sleep. It jolted him awake when he heard the note of urgency in the warning.

He quickly snapped his eyes open and turned to where O'Neill's voice was coming from. He was greeted by the sight of Colonel O'Neill running toward him at top speed, panic splashed all over his face, which was illuminated by the small flashlight he was carrying.

"Get out of there!" Yelled Jack. Instinctively, Jonas looked wildly around to see what the Colonel was talking about, but could see nothing.

"What is it Colonel?" He questioned in confusion.

Jack was still running towards him and had just about reached him. He stopped and aimed his gun at something, Jonas's breath grew shallow with apprehension. A gunshot echoed in the darkness and Jonas cringed.

Then the breath was snatched from him as the feeling of something grabbing at his throat took over, he yelled in surprise and flailed his arms wildly in front of him. Each time he passed through a certain spot in the air, an ice cold feeling came over him but, there was nothing there. He felt the wind from the gunshot rush past his face and drew in a sharp breath, realizing he was once again able to breathe. The dull thud of the shot hitting something solid rang out, followed by the distinct sound of splitting wood.

The Colonel's shot had managed to hit a tree somewhere in the surrounding forest. Jonas breathed when he realized he was still in one piece, with no serious injuries.

He felt Jack's presence lean over him and saw the glimmer of the flashlight beam as Jack quickly kneeled to the ground next to him.

"Are you okay Jonas? I managed to shoot her but, I wasn't sure if she'd gotten you or not." Jack panted.

Confusion flashed across Jonas's face, as he realized that he really had no idea what the Colonel was talking about. Sounds of footsteps came toward them quickly, the remainder of SG-1 no doubt.

"What's going on?" Sam questioned anxiously.

"Uh, to be truthful, I have no idea." Jonas stated simply, regarding the Colonel carefully, Jack's face went blank.

"What do you mean you don't know? I just saved your life and you don't know what happened?" Jack erupted.
"No, not really."

"She was going to kill you!"

"Who was going to kill me Colonel?"

"That woman that was leaning over you."

"I'm sorry, there was no one there." Jonas stated quizzically.

"What do you mean there was no one there? I shot her!"

"Who did you shoot, sir?" Sam questioned, clearly not cluing into what was going on.

"This freaky looking woman with long hair and purple eyes."

"Freaky looking sir?" Sam wondered.

"Well, yeah. She was trying to kill Jonas."

Major Carter looked toward Jonas to gather any information that she could, however, his face remained blank and questioning. He shook his head slowly to get the point across that he knew nothing about what was going on. There really was no woman standing over him when he woke up.

"I'm telling you, there was no one there." Jonas stated.

Jack sighed, a long exasperated sigh. He was sure that there had been a woman, and she was trying to murder one of his team members. And, he was sure that he had shot her. Granted, the shot seemed to go right through her but, he felt no need to mention that to his team, they already thought that he was completely off his rocker. If he said he shot through a person, they'd definitely keep their distance from him, no questions asked.

"But, I'm sure..." O'Neill's voice trailed off.

"O'Neill, are you feeling unwell?" Teal'c asked in his usual tone.

"I'm fine Teal'c! There's nothing wrong with me but, I know there was someone there!" Jack exclaimed scoldingly.

"Alright sir, if you say so. Hey, how about I keep watch while you get some rest huh?" Major Carter replied in concern.

Reluctantly Jack gave in and picked a comfy spot on the ground. He lay on his back, looking up into the black night sky and attempted to sleep but, it wouldn't come. His mind and thoughts kept drifting, and he kept turning his gaze towards Jonas to be sure that woman wasn't back for round two.
An hour later he still wasn't asleep and he turned to Jonas for the umpteenth time and was met by the sight of the man sleeping silently. Jack sighed deeply and turned to his side, facing the dark forest and simply thought. Maybe that would put him out.

By some miraculous feat of magic it worked, and he felt his eyes grow leaden and shut. Within the next minute he was asleep, engulfed by the unforgiving darkness and sent into his subconscious, where nothing occurred. It was a restless and dreamless sleep.

A sharp sound pierced the silence of the night and roused Jonas from his dreams. He bolted upright to a sitting position and looked from left to right, and then to the front. Finally, turning his body he gazed into the darkness behind him. Nothing, there was nothing there.

He looked towards Colonel O'Neill to be sure he wasn't still being watched by the man who seemed to be overprotective of him on this mission, and was greeted by O'Neill's sleeping form, turned away from him.

'How could he not have heard that? It was a sound loud enough to wake the dead! Okay Jonas, let's not think about waking the dead now, it'll only make things worse. Still, how could I have been the only one to hear that? Wait, Major Carter had to have heard that, if she's on watch. There's no way that she couldn't have heard that.' Jonas mused to himself. He slowly got to his feet and took one final sweep of the area.

"Major Carter?" He called, the only reply that came was that of silence. The sound of the wind was merely a silent breath around him. This was certainly strange, no doubt about that.

"Major?" He called again and again only the wind greeted him.

Just then the sound of crying danced around him, causing every muscle in his body to tense. A strange creeping sensation swept over him, causing him to involuntarily shudder.

"Hello?" He whispered.

The crying continued, it seemed to be beckoning him toward it, he resisted the nagging to go and hung back, still listening. The weeping continued and seemed to be getting louder. Did that mean that it was coming closer? At last, the sound was so prominent, Jonas could've sworn he was only a few inches from it.

An icy chill dashed down his back and he jumped at the feel of it.

"Who's there?" He asked, voice hoarse and frightened. Again the crying echoed in his ears followed by the touch of a cold hand on his cheek.

He quickly brought his hand up to brush the feeling away but, it continued, becoming more chilled and definitely more real. He swept a glance to the side, keeping his head straight and was startled to see nothing. He was truly scared now, not to the point of running but, he was damn close to it.

Seconds later, he felt a strange presence next to him, it wasn't anything solid, that was for sure but, he knew it was there as a sheet of mist brushed against his face and neck. He drew in a shaky breath and closed his eyes to shake the feeling. When he opened them again, he yelled out in terror at the sight before him.