Sam breathed deeply, trying to calm herself despite the battle raging all around. What had begun as simple reconnaissance had turned into a blood bath. Thank goodness Janet had been able to watch Cassie. At least now, Sam could concentrate on getting out alive instead of how worried Cassie would be.

The image of a man's lifeless body filled her view and she ran toward it.

"Let's go Captain, those gliders are coming back around!" She paused at the sound of O'Neill's voice.

"This man's alive!" She countered.

"We cannot wait!"

She disregarded her commanding officer's suggestion and hurried to the body.

She could hear painful gasps for breath and could feel a faint pulse. Instantly, she began CPR, but as she carefully placed her lips over his, she felt something slimy jump into her mouth. She jerked back in horror. He had tried to kiss her! But as disconcerting as that thought was, it was nothing compared to the way she felt about the voice that had started to fill her thoughts.

"Carter! We've got to go! You alright?"

She looked up to find the Colonel right there. "Yeah." She said taking a deep breath.

"Let's get him outta here, come on." He said, trying to pull the dead man up.

"Dead! Had some kind of seizure. Bit his own tongue." She said, except it wasn't her…it was the voice that was in her head.

They arrived at the Gate and jumped through. They arrived into the Gate room to find medical teams scattered around.

"Carter? You okay?" He asked again.

She had a headache, but she shook it off and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

She walked into the infirmary for her physical knowing that if Janet did an MRI, she wouldn't pass.

"Sorry to have to do this. Right, open." She said, as she placed a tongue depressor on Sam's tongue and looked at it with her penlight. "You had a sort throat lately?"

"A little, why?"

"There's a small abrasion back there. I have to do a swab." She opened a swab. "And open." She swiftly scraped it against the back of Sam's throat. "Okay! You just let me know if it gets worse."

She knows…they're going to lock me up because I'm a goa'uld!

I am not Goa'uld! I am a Tok'ra!

"I'm free to go out tomorrow, though, right? We're searching for possible relocation sites for the Nasyians."

"Sure!"

What the hell is a Tok'ra?

We are anatomically distant relatives of the Goa'uld, but we're actually friends of the…

"Sam, are you feeling okay?" Janet asked, concerned.

She blinked. "Huh?"

"Are you okay?"

"Oh. Yeah. Listen, can you take Cassie tonight? I have to work on the naquadah experiments until late tonight."

Janet nodded, puzzled. "Sure."

Sam smiled. "Thanks."

She jumped off the cot and headed toward her lab.

Janet, who had been writing something on her chart called after her. "Cassie's still in my office. I'm sure she would like to…" She looked up and found no one there to listen to her. "See you."

Jack walked in. "Talking to yourself, Doc?"

"Colonel, did you notice anything strange about Sam?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Just seemed a little distracted."

"That's what has me worried. She said she had to stay late and work on the naquadah experiments, so she asked me to take Cassie overnight.

"Yeah?" Jack asked, wondering what was so odd about the request.

"She didn't even go and say 'hi' to Cassie before she bounded off for her lab." Janet said, clearly confused.

"Well, that's a little weird." Jack quipped.

"Yeah…anyway, you're probably here for your physical."

"Oh yeah…you know me. I just couldn't wait." Jack said, sarcastically.

Janet smiled. "Come with me."