A/N: Again the flashbacks are in Italics. I've sort of split this up into Sam's interaction with each of her team mates. So this on is Daniel's part, and as I'm sure you've all guessed the last one was Teal'c's. The final chapter will be her and Jack and those of you who are waiting for the shippy parts you'll get your wish. ;-)

She made her way automatically towards the showers praying she wouldn't bump into anyone who would try to 'help'. For once her prayers were answered, or maybe it was just the look on her face that kept people at bay.

In either case she made it to the showers without meeting even an airman. The locker room was deserted, which wasn't odd as it was Saturday and most people had homes to go to.

Once in the locker room she quickly stripped and made her way to the cubicle wrapped in a towel. She threw the towel over the shower stall and stepped in. turning on the faucet she increased the temperature to as much as her body could take using the heat to keep her mind in the present. The water pounded down on her abused body and eased her muscles.

But she couldn't savour the feeling. She needed to get clean, scrub away all the filth and grime from her days in hell…

"Sam are you in there?" a familiar voice floated into the showers. She stopped her frantic scrubbing and looked up still breathing deeply. There was a note of urgency in her friend's voice but she didn't want to answer.

"Sam we're just worried because you missed the debriefing. Are you okay?" Daniel asked a genuine feeling of concern evident in his voice.

Missed the debriefing? Had she spent that long in the shower? She just needed to get clean. She could still feel the dirt and sweat coating her body, she wasn't clean. She wasn't clean even though her arms ached from scrubbing and her skin felt raw.

Tears of frustration were rolling down her cheeks disguised by the streams of water flowing from the showerhead.

"Please come out Sam. No one's upset with you. We understand it was a tough mission, for us as well but especially for you. We want to help," Daniel's voice had moved on from concern to pleading.

She didn't want their help, hell she didn't need their help. She needed to feel clean and she needed to put that whole mission behind her along with all of Jolinar's memories. All of it. The memories were not hers and the feelings certainly weren't hers.

God, she thought she had dealt with all this after Jolinar had died saving her. She thought she had learnt to distinguish between what was her and what was the legacy left by the dead Tok'ra.

She could still hear Daniel's voice but it had lost all meaning. She also knew that he wasn't going to leave until she came out so she did. She didn't bother to dry herself instead she wrapped herself in the towel and walked out dripping water from her body and hair in her wake.

"What do you want Daniel?" she asked her voice quiet but hostile. It didn't faze Daniel.

He looked at her with boundless compassion in his eyes but she didn't want it. It wasn't for her it was for Jolinar and what she'd done, what she'd had to do. Not her, it wasn't her who slept with Binaar in order to escape. But she felt like it was and she didn't need her friends to think the same.

"Talk to me Sam." He took a step towards her but she moved back turning her back to him.

"I'm fine Daniel. I'll be out in a minute." She answered walking to her locker a clear cue for him to leave.

But Daniel was never good at taking a hint. "Like hell you are. Look at you. You've spent the last three hours in the shower. You missed the debriefing, been walking around like a zombie since we returned and you didn't even say bye to your father."

Oh God, Dad. She'd forgotten that he was in bad shape after spending a week in hell, literally.

Daniel's tirade came to an end. He hadn't meant to say all that, he knew she didn't need it but she hoped it would bring out some sort of reaction from her.

He watched her back for any signs that he had got through but she seemed to have forgotten that he was even in the room. She let the towel drop letting it pool around her ankles and began to seemingly unaware that she wasn't alone.

Daniel turned walking slowly to the door and paused saying, "Sam we want to help," before walking out.

She walked back into the shower…

The force of the flashback left her gasping for air. The now familiar urge to scrub was back but she'd be damned if she'd give into it again. That was two weeks ago just after the mission. She'd returned to the scrubbing after Daniel had left not stopping until Janet had appeared and forced her to the infirmary.

She knew she'd never stop if she gave in again so she ran. She ran out of the shower, with only enough presence of mind to throw on some clothes, she made her way to the surface.

Where once the mountain had been her sanctuary it now became her prison. She felt the need to get out clawing at her insides and she all but ran through the corridors, leaving the SGC without so much as signing out.

To where she was headed she had no idea.

TBC…

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