A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews! I'm glad you like this. Now, I know all of you are wondering who Katell is: Read on and find out!

On the short walk to the apartments Katell was going to be letting SG-1 use while they were on the planet, Jack and Katell kept up a light banter about anything and everything. Frankly, if was starting to make Sam jealous. After all, she was the one that loved him – oh, crap! She hadn't meant to even think that. Shit, that just made it all the more real.

Before Sam knew it, they had stopped and Katell opened a door leading into their apartments, "This is where you will all be staying. There are four bedrooms and I believe two baths. The privy is behind that door over there." Turning to Sam she looked her up and down, "Do you have something a little more feminine to wear to the evening meal?"

Sam shook her head haughtily; "I don't bring formal wear with me on every mission we go on. Ninety-nine percent of the time it would just be extra weight." She started unclipping her vest and taking off the pack as she spoke; as if it would prove her point.

Katell smiled, thinking something over in her mind before saying, "Come with me. You can pick something to wear from my wardrobe; we are probably about the same size. If you don't like anything we can go to one of the stores and find something for you there."

As Katell led Sam out of the room, she turned to the stranger and asked, "I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name?"

"Major Samantha Carter. You can call me Sam."

Katell sighed, "Sam, we need to talk."

"About?"

"Jack."

"No we don't."

"Fine, I need to talk – you need to listen. You have the right to know this story." The two women stopped in front of another door not far away from the quarters SG-1 was given, the only difference being that this one was guarded by two soldiers.

Katell entered, followed closely by Sam, and led her to Katell's rather extensive wardrobe before continuing: "When I was fifteen I was on vacation with my father in Baghdad. It was right before the start of the war in Iraq. He had taken me there for my sixteenth birthday present. I was thrilled." Her eyes filled with haunting sadness as she remembered, "I was kidnapped the night before we were supposed to fly home. We had been shopping in the open market place and Father had gone to the bathroom. I was waiting right outside when two men came out of a white van and dragged me inside." She shook her head, remembering the terror she had felt.

"I was in an Iraqi prison for seven months - to be amusement for the guards. It was the beginning of my fourth month there when they first threw him into my cell. There was a tiny window in the roof, giving light to the room, but too tiny to even put your hand through. There was no light coming through so I knew it was dark and they would be coming for me soon.

"It was a great surprise to me when they didn't come into the cell after the door opened – they just threw in a man that I could tell had been recently beaten.

"I cowered in the corner, away from the man, making as little noise as possible. I was convinced that if he knew I was there he'd rape me. About half an hour before the guards showed up again, he looked straight at me and I knew he would never hurt me. When they finally came, it took three of them to chain him to a wall where he could clearly see me. Then they all took turns using my body in what ever way they wanted." Tears flowed freely, "I was used to only further the torture they were inflicting on him." She looked into Sam's eyes, "He's a good man. The guards knew this, and tried to use it against him, by making him watch as they raped me. All the while saying that he could stop it at any time just by telling them what they wanted to know. He cursed at them in five different languages, and I told him in English not to tell them anything. I knew they wouldn't stop until I was dead.

"When they finally left, they unchained him on their way out. Leaving me naked and afraid. He took my dress and helped me back into it, my body shaking and unable to move on my own. Then he did something I hadn't expected – he took off his jacket and started wiping up the blood on my face. He looked down at my legs and handed me the shirt, saying he wouldn't touch them.

"I cleaned up the blood and semen on my legs, then handed him back the jacket. He took it and threw it to the other side of the room…

Flashback:

"Thank you," she said, in a small voice. The sixteen-year-old girl was still afraid that the guards would come back, or worse – that this man would rape her.

The unknown man shook his head. She was pretty sure he was another American soldier. He actually was the fifth man the guards had done this with. None of the four before him had done what he had.

"Don't mention it." He looked at her eyes and wiped away a tear, "What's your name?"

"Katell."

"Hi, Katell, I'm Jack. How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

The man swore under his breath, his anger and hatred of these bastards growing as he realized they were raping a child. "How long have you been here?"

Katell slowly felt that she would be able to trust this man. She was good at reading people and knew that this man would never hurt her. "I was kidnapped by them three months ago. They brought me here two and a half months ago. How long have you been here?"

"I was captured yesterday."

They talked for a while before Katell fell asleep in utter exhaustion. She woke up when the guards came back to take Jack away. "No!" she cried.

"Quiet, bitch!" a guard yelled as he hit her with the butt of his gun.

That night, the guards brought Jack back to Katell's cell. Repeating the actions of the previous night. After the guards left, Jack repeated the action of helping Katell dress then giving her his jacket so she could clean up.

She curled up beside him, surprising them both. "Tell me about your life back in the States, Jack, please."

And so he did. Using different names so if the guards were listening they couldn't use it against him, he told her of his wife and his parents. Jack told her how his wife had just found out she was pregnant when he had left, and that right before he was captured he found out that they were having a boy.

End Flashback.

Katell looked at Sam, tears flowing freely from the eyes of both women. "It took him three months, but he was finally able to escape – and he took me with him."

Sam hugged Katell fiercely. Somehow through that story she felt closer to the other woman. "And how did 'Morpheus' come into all of this?"

Katell smiled at the memory, "When he was sleeping in the same cell as me, I would constantly have nightmares. Jack would wake me up and tell me very interesting fairy tales to help me sleep better. I started calling him Morpheus when I realized he was manipulating my dreams like the god of dreamers."

She wiped off her eyes quickly, "Did you find a dress you like?"

Sam shook her head, "I wasn't really looking."

Katell grinned, "Come on. I know one that would look absolutely stunning on you. And Jack would probably think so, too."

Sam grinned, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't."

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