7:30 am

Colonel O'Neill woke early to find Major Carter already up and about, or at least as about as you could get in quarantine.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" he asked.

"Not like I'm going on a mission any time soon. Or leaving this room for that matter."

"Still..."

"Still nothing, Colonel," Sam snapped, "I'm grown up and can look after myself, so stop fussing." Well, her attidude seems to have changed quite quickly.

"I shudder to think what you will be like when actually pregnant."

1:15 pm - BRIEFING

"The good news is we found it's a virus, and it's stopped its advance," Dr. Fraiser informed them via the intercom, "but we still don't know quite what it's done to you, and we can't take risks by letting you out of isolation."

"So in other words it's been four days and you have nothing?" groaned Jack.

"Well...yeah," Janet told them. "Look, we've had some strange cases over the years, but this tops the list. It's like the virus knows what we're doing and dies every time we try and run a test. Those sarcophagi are also resisting every scan we can throw at them, and I don't think destroying them will do any good."

"Anything else?" asked General Hammond, also present.

"No, that's al for now. I'm going to need SG-1 in for testing at 16:00." As they switched off the intercom, Hammond turned to the doctor.

"You're not telling them everything, are you." It was a statement, not a question.

"Nope," Janet sighed, " we're actually quite close to finding a cure, but I don't think they can be trusted."

"Well why not?"

"Footage from the security cameras show some strange behavior in the three men," she explained, "Teal'c hasn't been going into kel'nor'eem at all, Jonas was testing the strength of the doors yesterday, and one of them is always seen hanging around Major Carter as if guarding her. They've also been seen whispering among themselves on several occasions. I don't want to raise suspicions by moving Sam in case things get ugly, because frankly, sir, with these new abilities those three could be really dangerous," Janet sighed, "I think it's best to feign ignorance and hope they just play along."

"And Major Carter?" Hammond queried.

"Hopefully this is safer for her."

Sitting around the table, Teal'c opened his eyes and spoke to the other two.

"It was as we suspected," he reported. "they know something is amiss. Yet they are willing to help this Major Carter, which also means our brother. Perhaps we should not remove her from this place."

"No," spat Jack, "the plan stays as is. The human race has grown, but they will still try and use Orith in their petty battle against the Goa'uld."

"Agreed," said Jonas.

1:30 am

Late that night Jack stood above Samantha's sleeping form.

"Horeb," he whispered to Teal'c, "you take the woman. Make sure she stays asleep. Ba'ril will protect from the front, myself from the back. Do not waste time." Teal'c/Horeb scooped the sleeping Major up in his arms. Jonas/Ba'ril walked to the front of the room, and, with a nod from Jack, wrenched the heavy steel door from its hinges. The airmen on the other side barely had time to react before they were both knocked unconscious. The three fugitives made it quietly down the corridor and into the elevator before the alarms began going off.

"Damned cameras," muttered Ba'ril. She halted the elevator on level eighteen, forcing the doors open and taking out the two guards. The three of them then stole down the corridor in search of one the several escape hatches leading to the surface.

"Here," Jack told them, "stop." He fiddled with the hatch card lock for all of five seconds before turning to Ba'ril. She pulled the slot off the wall and the hatch hissed open.

"Halt!" the command came from the end of the hall. The three men turned to face a squad of airmen with rifles all pointed in their direction. Jack's eyes flicked between the two groups, and then he slowly moved to the front of his own.

"Run," he whispered to Ba'ril as he passed. She nodded in understanding, and as Jack reached the head of the group she stepped backwards into Horeb, pushing them through the hatch and slamming the door behind them. A volley of shots was let loose by the airmen. Jack grunted and sunk to the floor with a tranquilizer embedded in his shoulder.

Inside the hatch the two remaining fugitives looked grimly up at eighteen floors of ladder.

"Give her to me," muttered Ba'ril, taking Sam from Horeb. They began to climb, the Major curled in Ba'ril's arms as she slowly but steadily worked up towards the surface. As they neared level one Horeb spoke.

"They are waiting for us," he informed his sister, "they beleive they have a fool proof plan in ambushing us at the surface."

"Wrong," grunted Ba'ril, her foot meeting with the hatch leading out to the corridor on level one.

Up on the surface several airmen waited, poised around the cylindrical concrete exit, ready to fire at whatever came out of that hatch.

They waited.

And waited.

Muffled shots could be heard coming from the main base entrance, not too far away. Soon after a voice cracked over the open radio.

"This is Lieutenant Farling, main entrance," it reported, gasping, "they've escaped."

AN: You may have noticed that chapter one was labeled with the origional name of this story; True Gods. That has now been corrected. Thanks!