A/N: i love the reviews, i use them to fix the ch.'s i have written, that's why i don't just post it all at once. there really isn't a good place to break it off w/ what i have, so i break it up this way. sorry to those who don't like it. i'd be sad if you stopped reading but i understand and i will write "complete" in the summary for you so you know when it's done. thanks everyone.
Sam jolted upright in the tiny bed in her cold, dark apartment. A wave of nausea swept over her before she could gain her bearings. She threw the covers aside as quickly as possible and made her way to the bathroom. She could feel the vile taste eeking its way up her esophagus. Why'd it have to start already?
She grabbed a wet wash cloth and wiped her face, ridding it of any sign of what had just happened. Sam hated being sick, and this was something she couldn't really control. Somehow, though, this didn't seem quite right. Something had happened to her team, to Jack. She could feel it in her bones, in the pit of her stomach.
She stood, groaning and filled a glass with water. Rinsing out her mouth, she tried to shake the feeling that they were in danger. Of course they were in danger, they were SG-1, they were always in danger. She'd hack the computer tomorrow night, after work, just to find out. Nobody would know it was her. They never did, or at least they pretended not to notice. Yep, tomorrow, but now she had to get back to sleep, it was only 0330.
A/N: Okay i might upload some more tonight, but it just depends on the reviews i get for this chapter and how bad you want the next section. i know you'll probly be upset either way. thanks for sticking with me, i really don't feel confident with my writing so it's really uplifting.