Thank you so much for your reviews and for being so patient.
I do actually have a very good reason for not posting this sooner. The internet was trying to claim that it had not been paid for a wouldn't let me on any page but the one that said that.
It took me ages to make my mam phone up and sort it out, but she finally has, (it only took her ten minutes). Anyway, here it is. I am hoping to post the next, final chapter at the beginning of next week before I go south to visit family.
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Wake Up Call - Chapter 14
The metal rings disappeared, leaving the three teammates with the Tok'ra, standing in familiar golden corridors. As Nenet had assured them, the ring device was unguarded. The Jaffa troops too busy preparing to attack. They had acquired more weapons from Nephthys' mother ship and aimed them immediately, searching the wide hall.
The rings were situated in the centre of the palace complex, four corridors branching off, one from each side.
"Which way?" Jack asked, pressed against his designated wall, peering stealthily around the corner.
Each of the others took similar positions at the other walls.
"We must separate," the Tok'ra told him, "Dr Carter is located in Nephthys' torture room."
She pointed down the hallway Jack was defending.
"I `really` don't like the sound of that," Jack growled.
"You must follow that route until you reach the end, and then turn left. The room is at the very end of the corridor. It will be well guarded." She continued.
Jack nodded, anxious to find Sam.
"Teal'c," he commanded, the Jaffa nodded in acknowledgment and turned back to defence.
"I will sabotage the palace. The explosive devices I retrieved before we left the mother ship, placed in vulnerable positions along main power circuits should suffice," Nenet told them, "The troubles I induced with the mother ships systems will soon become apparent and Nephthys will be informed immediately."
"How much time?" Daniel asked.
"I am unfamiliar with your measurement of time, however," she reached into the large satchel she carried and pulled out a small grey box, handing throwing it to Jack, "this measures the time until the explosive devices detonate. When there is only one light remaining, you will need to be at the Stargate."
"Right," Jack said, "Daniel, go with her."
"No," the Tok'ra responded quickly, "I will work faster alone."
"Look," Jack confronted her impatiently, "it's your fault we're here in the first place, it's your fault my wife is being tortured, and it's your fault that those Jaffa may be walking out of Earths Stargate in a few hours, so `forgive` me if I don't completely trust in your abilities!"
The Tok'ra pursed her lips.
"Very well," she responded.
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Sam gritted her teeth as the blade dug deeper into her abdomen.
"What do you want to know?" She asked, frustrated by the Goa'ulds lack of questions.
Her self-discipline slid further away with each slice of the cold, metal knife. She had forced herself to remain quiet for a long time but it was becoming harder. Nephthys torture hurt more than she could have imagined, not because of the blade slicing through her flesh, but because she knew what the Goa'uld was trying to do. To stop her having what she most wanted.
"I do not wish to learn anything from you," she answered coldly, a cruel smile on her lips.
"Then why.?" Sam's voice sounded desperate even to her.
"I am an all powerful Goddess;" she answered simply, "and your pain entertains me."
Sam gritted her teeth, biting back a remark that she knew would only bring her more pain, and controlling the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
The intricately patterned knife plunged into her abdomen and twisted painfully.
The door opened and a Jaffa stepped inside. From her prone position on the table, Sam could see the worried look on his face. He whispered with Nephthys and Sam saw her eyes flash with anger. She turned back to Sam and pulled out the dagger, only to plunge it once more into her soft, blood slick skin, twisting with a new malice and staying there.
"It seems your friends are causing trouble on my ship," her fingers wrapped tightly around Sam's neck, preventing her from breathing, "soon I will torture them as well."
She held onto her neck for a moment longer before pulling back her hand and sweeping gracefully from the room. As she took a gasping breath, she noted absently that Nephthys had managed not to get any blood on herself.
Sam laughed humourlessly and sank into the pain.
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Jack pressed himself against the jagged, golden wall, his zat pulled up ready against his chest. Teal'c stood opposite, his back to the corner. From his position, Jack could just make out two Jaffa guarding their target room. They had watched as Jaffa had entered the room and the left with Nephthys a few moments later. They had waited until the Goa'uld was far enough away not to hear. Thankfully she had turned down a corridor to the left of the door before she could pass them and notice something a miss.
He pulled back and signalled to Teal'c. They rounded the bend firing. Jack lost himself in the fight, dodging the Jaffa's fire until they fell to the ground with loud cries.
Teal'c turned to watch the way they had come as Jack eyed the heavy door apprehensively. Taking a deep breath, he rushed forward to press in the code that the Tok'ra had shown him.
The door opened much too slowly and Jack waited, checking to see if it was still guarded on the inside. It was empty. He slipped inside.
There was a sniffling sound coming from the table. He ran. Sam lay on the bench, coated in blood. He stopped. He didn't want to see. The floor was coated in blood. It was dripping from the edges of the table, by her waist.
"Sam," he croaked, stepping closer.
His hand was outstretched by he didn't touch her. His military training was telling him to unite her, to free her and get the hell out of there, but he was frozen.
"Jack?" Her voice broke him out of his trance.
He rushed to her side.
"It's me," he confirmed, looking over her body.
She was clothed in blood soaked linen, which clung to her curves like a second skin. He touched her stomach and pulled back, his fingers slick with her blood.
"Help," Sam whispered.
She sounded so weak.
Jack snapped back to attention. He scanned her body quickly, once more, before reaching above her head and untying his wife's hands. He moved down her body and unfastened her ankles.
He wanted to pull the blade from her but knew he shouldn't so instead he scooped her up carefully. She let out a hiss of pain. Her body was limp in his arms but she was still conscious, her eyes following his movement carefully.
He ran his fingers over her cheek, leaving bloody streaks in their wake.
"I'll kill her for this," he spat through gritted teeth, "why would anyone do something like this? What did she want?"
Sam shook her head slightly.
"Nothing," she answered him, her voice hoarse, "she knew we wanted children."
Jack felt as if he had been physically knocked backwards. The air rushed from his lungs. He took a gasping breath but couldn't hold anything to steady himself.
"O'Neill," Teal'c called.
He came back to earth just in time to stop himself dropping Sam.
"Can you walk?" He asked, turning to her.
"Maybe, but not quickly," she answered honestly, he voice breathy.
Jack looked down. She had lost much blood. She was still losing it. He reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a bundle of cloth, pressing it to her wounds. She was fading in and out of consciousness.
"The fourth light has just faded, O'Neill," Teal'c informed him, looking at the Tok'ra device, "we have approximately 15 minutes remaining."
"Lets go," Jack ordered, rushing towards the door.
Sam was still clutched in his arms. He held her as closely and tightly as he could without disturbing the blade.
They headed quickly towards the 'gate.
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Please remember to review. I would do it for you (
Bye
I do actually have a very good reason for not posting this sooner. The internet was trying to claim that it had not been paid for a wouldn't let me on any page but the one that said that.
It took me ages to make my mam phone up and sort it out, but she finally has, (it only took her ten minutes). Anyway, here it is. I am hoping to post the next, final chapter at the beginning of next week before I go south to visit family.
*****
Wake Up Call - Chapter 14
The metal rings disappeared, leaving the three teammates with the Tok'ra, standing in familiar golden corridors. As Nenet had assured them, the ring device was unguarded. The Jaffa troops too busy preparing to attack. They had acquired more weapons from Nephthys' mother ship and aimed them immediately, searching the wide hall.
The rings were situated in the centre of the palace complex, four corridors branching off, one from each side.
"Which way?" Jack asked, pressed against his designated wall, peering stealthily around the corner.
Each of the others took similar positions at the other walls.
"We must separate," the Tok'ra told him, "Dr Carter is located in Nephthys' torture room."
She pointed down the hallway Jack was defending.
"I `really` don't like the sound of that," Jack growled.
"You must follow that route until you reach the end, and then turn left. The room is at the very end of the corridor. It will be well guarded." She continued.
Jack nodded, anxious to find Sam.
"Teal'c," he commanded, the Jaffa nodded in acknowledgment and turned back to defence.
"I will sabotage the palace. The explosive devices I retrieved before we left the mother ship, placed in vulnerable positions along main power circuits should suffice," Nenet told them, "The troubles I induced with the mother ships systems will soon become apparent and Nephthys will be informed immediately."
"How much time?" Daniel asked.
"I am unfamiliar with your measurement of time, however," she reached into the large satchel she carried and pulled out a small grey box, handing throwing it to Jack, "this measures the time until the explosive devices detonate. When there is only one light remaining, you will need to be at the Stargate."
"Right," Jack said, "Daniel, go with her."
"No," the Tok'ra responded quickly, "I will work faster alone."
"Look," Jack confronted her impatiently, "it's your fault we're here in the first place, it's your fault my wife is being tortured, and it's your fault that those Jaffa may be walking out of Earths Stargate in a few hours, so `forgive` me if I don't completely trust in your abilities!"
The Tok'ra pursed her lips.
"Very well," she responded.
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Sam gritted her teeth as the blade dug deeper into her abdomen.
"What do you want to know?" She asked, frustrated by the Goa'ulds lack of questions.
Her self-discipline slid further away with each slice of the cold, metal knife. She had forced herself to remain quiet for a long time but it was becoming harder. Nephthys torture hurt more than she could have imagined, not because of the blade slicing through her flesh, but because she knew what the Goa'uld was trying to do. To stop her having what she most wanted.
"I do not wish to learn anything from you," she answered coldly, a cruel smile on her lips.
"Then why.?" Sam's voice sounded desperate even to her.
"I am an all powerful Goddess;" she answered simply, "and your pain entertains me."
Sam gritted her teeth, biting back a remark that she knew would only bring her more pain, and controlling the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
The intricately patterned knife plunged into her abdomen and twisted painfully.
The door opened and a Jaffa stepped inside. From her prone position on the table, Sam could see the worried look on his face. He whispered with Nephthys and Sam saw her eyes flash with anger. She turned back to Sam and pulled out the dagger, only to plunge it once more into her soft, blood slick skin, twisting with a new malice and staying there.
"It seems your friends are causing trouble on my ship," her fingers wrapped tightly around Sam's neck, preventing her from breathing, "soon I will torture them as well."
She held onto her neck for a moment longer before pulling back her hand and sweeping gracefully from the room. As she took a gasping breath, she noted absently that Nephthys had managed not to get any blood on herself.
Sam laughed humourlessly and sank into the pain.
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Jack pressed himself against the jagged, golden wall, his zat pulled up ready against his chest. Teal'c stood opposite, his back to the corner. From his position, Jack could just make out two Jaffa guarding their target room. They had watched as Jaffa had entered the room and the left with Nephthys a few moments later. They had waited until the Goa'uld was far enough away not to hear. Thankfully she had turned down a corridor to the left of the door before she could pass them and notice something a miss.
He pulled back and signalled to Teal'c. They rounded the bend firing. Jack lost himself in the fight, dodging the Jaffa's fire until they fell to the ground with loud cries.
Teal'c turned to watch the way they had come as Jack eyed the heavy door apprehensively. Taking a deep breath, he rushed forward to press in the code that the Tok'ra had shown him.
The door opened much too slowly and Jack waited, checking to see if it was still guarded on the inside. It was empty. He slipped inside.
There was a sniffling sound coming from the table. He ran. Sam lay on the bench, coated in blood. He stopped. He didn't want to see. The floor was coated in blood. It was dripping from the edges of the table, by her waist.
"Sam," he croaked, stepping closer.
His hand was outstretched by he didn't touch her. His military training was telling him to unite her, to free her and get the hell out of there, but he was frozen.
"Jack?" Her voice broke him out of his trance.
He rushed to her side.
"It's me," he confirmed, looking over her body.
She was clothed in blood soaked linen, which clung to her curves like a second skin. He touched her stomach and pulled back, his fingers slick with her blood.
"Help," Sam whispered.
She sounded so weak.
Jack snapped back to attention. He scanned her body quickly, once more, before reaching above her head and untying his wife's hands. He moved down her body and unfastened her ankles.
He wanted to pull the blade from her but knew he shouldn't so instead he scooped her up carefully. She let out a hiss of pain. Her body was limp in his arms but she was still conscious, her eyes following his movement carefully.
He ran his fingers over her cheek, leaving bloody streaks in their wake.
"I'll kill her for this," he spat through gritted teeth, "why would anyone do something like this? What did she want?"
Sam shook her head slightly.
"Nothing," she answered him, her voice hoarse, "she knew we wanted children."
Jack felt as if he had been physically knocked backwards. The air rushed from his lungs. He took a gasping breath but couldn't hold anything to steady himself.
"O'Neill," Teal'c called.
He came back to earth just in time to stop himself dropping Sam.
"Can you walk?" He asked, turning to her.
"Maybe, but not quickly," she answered honestly, he voice breathy.
Jack looked down. She had lost much blood. She was still losing it. He reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a bundle of cloth, pressing it to her wounds. She was fading in and out of consciousness.
"The fourth light has just faded, O'Neill," Teal'c informed him, looking at the Tok'ra device, "we have approximately 15 minutes remaining."
"Lets go," Jack ordered, rushing towards the door.
Sam was still clutched in his arms. He held her as closely and tightly as he could without disturbing the blade.
They headed quickly towards the 'gate.
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Please remember to review. I would do it for you (
Bye