authors note: sorry to the faint hearted, this chapter is a bit bloody (i guess) it felt wierd writing it in first person.

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"Will do" my husband says before hanging up and placing the phone down on the bedside table. He is sitting on the edge of the bed contemplating something. I'm scared of what might be going on inside his mind. Does he have a mind? Does he even have a conscience? He goes to pick up something out off of his tray but decides against it. My famous husband the surgeon; a complete nutcase! I don't know how he got into the air force, or even got his medical license for that matter. Famous? My husbands only famous as the first surgeon to ever operate on an Asguard brain. Thor was going to get a new body but complications sped up the tumors growth and Brian had to remove it to save him. How an Asguard ever got a brain tumor is beyond me.

"Brian, stop this" I snap. He smiles gently placing his hand on my bound and bruised ankle.

"Why? Because your beloved team aren't coming to save you? Because your boyfriend thinks you're ill?" he asks shifting along the bed to get closer to my face. His hand slides along my calf; I cringe at the feel of his caress. "I should have known it was him, all those years working together, seeing each other fight, dealing with each others problems and heartaches, surviving together. All those years and you never hooked up? Not until now" he babbles

"I was with him this morning, he'll know your lying" I point out. Should I have said that?

"Don't worry, I'll handle him" he smiles shifting closer and placing his hand on my hip

"What do you plan on doing?" I ask as my lungs seize up in panic

"I'm just going to invite him in for tea or coffee or whatever it is he drinks"

"You're going to drug him" I say realizing "you're going to kill him aren't you?"

"Murder is im-moral" he explains as he pulls a morphine shot out of his bag

"I seriously doubt your morality" I sneer and look over to where the window would be if this room still had a window.

"Honey that hurt" he laughs "don't worry I'm not stupid enough to try killing him. No-one gets away with murder"

"But you think you'll get away with this" I glare at him

"There's no crime here, there is nothing illegal about a little SNM in a married couple's bedroom" he grins. My stomach churns at the thought of what he just said. I'm going to be sick.

"It's a crime if I don't want to be here" I tell him hoping to knock some sense into him

"Oh you want to be here" he assures me

"Like HELL I do!"

"You can leave whenever you like; all you have to do is say please" he says placing his hand on my shoulder "give up and beg me to let you go"

"FUCK YOU!"

"Sorry Sam, I guess we will just have to continue on with this" he sighs shaking his head

"Brian you're no better than the Goa'uld, you power hungry son of a bitch" I spit but he ignores me. I take that back, personality wise he is a Goa'uld

"Quite a mouth on you when you're angry" he mutters picking up the instrument he was contemplating on. I look away as he slices the black shirt with the scalpel and Jacks shirt falls limp.

"Sam I don't want to do this" he apologizes and then swallows before placing pressure on the blade. The blade slices along my rib, piercing the flesh. I writhe in pain, biting my lip. The blood spills onto the plastic beneath me.

"Don't move Sam!" he snaps. This is inhumane. How can he do this? I gasp as he takes the scalpel away. He puts the scalpel down on the tray and picks up a gauze bandage. He places pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. Once the blood stops or at least slows enough; he starts stitching the wound. No anesthetic, each stitch sends a shoot of pain across my abdomen. I flinch for every stitch. He finishes the stitching and puts his instruments down.

"Neither of us wants this to continue Samantha. You know how to stop this" he offers I inhale a breath to painful to breathe

"Burn in hell Brian" intense hatred in my tone

"Very well" he sighs picking up a clean scalpel. He switches hands to cut on the other side. I close my eyes anticipating the pain. Tears break through that I wish he couldn't see. He doesn't cut. Is he showing mercy? A sound reaches my ears. It's better than mercy. Saved by the bell. Jack is here.

I go to scream out to Jack but Brian slams his hand over my mouth and picks up the morphine shot. He injects it in my neck. The pain subsides and my vision blurs. For the second time today, I black out.

Please? Jack find me.

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