a/n: This chap is a little more action/adventure, something I'm not very good at writing, so be kind! And, like always, ignore all my mistakes.

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Chapter 9

Sam heard Jack's voice outside the truck she was in. She turned, not letting Alex or Tyson see the look that flashed across her face. 'Shit, Jack,' she thought. 'Please don't get hurt!'

The loud whoosh of the stargate opening penetrated her thoughts.

"Let's go!" Alex yelled, peeking out the side of the truck to see if it was all clear. "Now!" he demanded, grabbing Sam's upper arm and pulling her out of the back of the truck.

Sam tried to pull her arm out of his grasp with no luck. He hurled her towards the stargate. Sam desperately searched out the room as she was pulled along, needing to see Jack, just to make eye contact, assure him she was okay. When her eyes landed on the form of her father in odd clothes, Sam's eyes enlarged in shock. He shouldn't be here! He should be in chemo! Sam's confusion was evident on her face as she continued to stare at her father.

"Sam!" Jack yelled, just before she was pushed through the wormhole. She moved her head enough to see Jack before finding herself on another planet. She stood up and dusted herself off, the grief-stricken look on Jack's face flooding her mind.

"Damn it, Carter!" Neumann yelled once the stargate shut down. "How the hell did your boyfriend find us?"

"I don't know," Sam quickly replied, letting the surprise of seeing her dad show on her face, knowing the others would think it was surprise for seeing Col. O'Neill.

"Really? How is it that of all the people on the planet, it was your boyfriend who found us?"

Sam glared at the man. "He's NOT my boyfriend! How many times do I have to tell you people that?"

Neumann walked closer to her, settling his hands on his hips. "So, the man our video surveillance saw you sleeping with days before joining us just so happens to find our secret little landing strip?"

Sam bit her bottom lip, but tried not to let any of her emotions show on her face. She should have known they had bugged her apartment. The thought of them having video of her and Jack sleeping together made her stomach turn in nauseating twists. She gritted her teeth. "I was with you the whole time on earth, how could I have gotten a hold of him? He's searching for me, and he's special forces, is it really that surprising that he found us?"

"Well, lucky for us, now that he's got the other gate, we won't be returning to earth, so we shouldn't have to worry about him anymore," Neumann sneered, a triumphant glint in his eye.

Sam couldn't help but shiver. She wasn't sure what caused it. The thought of having no way back to earth, or the look of animalistic pride on Neumann's face.

"Tyson, dial us out of here!" Neumann yelled over his shoulder, giving Sam one more glare before turning and walking towards Alex.

Sam let out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. What the hell did she get herself into?

Tyson dialed the gate and they all stepped through to the abandoned building an SG team had found months ago. The building was on the top of a cliff and was not accessible except through the stargate. The planet was catalogued and filed away, no purpose for it being determined with the SGC.

Maybourne had received the report on the planet, and once the second stargate was brought to Area 51, he immediately started sending teams through to set up an outpost. Sam had been here a few times already, helping bring through supplies and set up quarters in the alien building.

She really had no choice in the matter, and wondered how many others had been forced into working for the NID. She had been given an ultimatum when she met with Maybourne. Either join them in finding and retrieving alien technology for the benefit of earth, or disappear. And, as soon as she agreed, Maybourne had whisked her away, not even letting her say good-bye to anyone.

It had been a few days later that Neumann had approached her, telling her he knew all about her relationship with O'Neill. At first, she thought he was just going off rumors, but when he informed her of the bugs Maybourne had planted in her house, she cringed. They knew she was working with Jack and General Hammond and they took her anyways. The fear had evidently showed in her eyes because just then Neumann had laughed. "We knew you were with them even before we bugged you, Carter," he said in an evil chuckle. It was then she knew for sure, they were never going to let her go.

Sam sighed and looked around the small gate room of the building. Now that they were cut off from earth, this would be her new home. For now.

"Carter!" Neumann's voice, once again, pulled her from her thoughts. "You can bunk with Ax," he told her, emptying out the contents of his pack on one of the back tables.

Sam turned and looked at him, confusion on her face.

"I'm Ax," a young girl with long blonde hair announced in a southern accent, stepping towards Sam.

"Ax?" Sam questioned.

The girl smiled warmly at Sam. "Lt. Katie Axania. Ax for short, but you can call me Katie. The NID recruited me a few months ago. Come on, I'll show you to our quarters."

Sam followed the young girl down the corridor. "Odd last name," Sam said, trying to start a conversation.

"Oh, it's Welsh. My grandparents came over right before World War II."

"And the accent?"

Katie smiled. "Alabama," she said in pride. "Sweet home Alabama."

Sam giggled just as they entered a small room with two loft beds. "Here we are. Just throw your stuff wherever."

Sam set the small bag she had been carrying down and hopped up on one of the beds. Her muscles singing as they were finally able to relax slightly. "So, you've been here a few months?" Sam asked the girl after a few minutes of silence.

Katie didn't reply immediately, but sighed instead. "Uh, yeah," she quietly replied in a sad voice. "I'm a geologist. The NID gave me this big, huge speech about how my work was needed in defending my country. I'm first and foremost an Air Force officer, so I jumped at the chance…….. They failed to mention the treason part of the job."

Sam closed her eyes. Grief for the young woman being in a similar situation she was in, and relief that she wasn't in it alone coursing through her tired body.

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For months, Sam worked with the rogue NID on the desolate, abandoned planet. Maybourne had set up rules they were all forced to follow or risk execution. They were not allowed to leave the planet without Maybourne's authorization. They had to do exactly what they were told, taking out anyone who got in their way. No matter how innocent that person might be.

It was enough to make Sam sick to her stomach every day of the week.

Along with going on missions to steal the alien technology, Sam was also given information from the SGC about new technology the 'real' teams brought back. Maybourne had his dirty hands in everywhere and was able to get classified files and reports through to Sam on a regular basis.

Currently, Sam was reading through the information the SGC had obtained when Sokar had used sub-atomic particles to bombard the iris. She was deeply intrigued with this new chapter in physics humans had yet to figure out. The report she received was mostly blackened out, so why Sokar had bombarded the SGC iris, Sam did not know. She was only aware that he did and then, for some reason, he stopped and left earth alone.

She was aggressively working on the equations when Neumann entered her quarters. "Carter," he said in greeting.

Sam looked up, allowing a very small smile to play on her lips. "Neumann, what can I do for you?"

In the last few months, both Sam and Neumann began to trust each other just a tad bit. She had risked her own life on a mission to save his, that went a long way in the trust department. In return, he started treating her like a human being, and she started relaxing more around him. She never forgot what this man was capable of, but she knew she was stuck with him for the time being.

"Maybourne just gave us our next mission."

Sam set her pencil down and gave Neumann her undivided attention.

"Apparently, Apophis has been killed. Maybourne wants us to go to Chulak and see what we can scrounge up. The first time SG-1 went there, they were mistaken as gods, with Apophis dead, we should be able to get in and out without any trouble."

Sam creased her forehead in concern. "Chulak is the jaffa homeworld, how can Maybourne be so sure we will get no resistance?"

"Well, we'll just have to go and found out for ourselves," he replied with a boyish grin. "Pack up, we head out in ten. Ax is going too."

With that, he left and Sam quickly packed to go off-world. Chulak! This did not sound like a good idea to Sam!

Sam should have listened to her gut, because as soon as they walked through their stargate to Chulak, they were under fire. Hiding behind a large stone, Sam heard the unmistakable word, "Kree!"

She closed her eyes. So much for no resistance!

"Tauri!" came the voice of one of the jaffa. "You are outnumbered. Surrender now or die."

Sam looked over at Neumann, a fearful look evident on his face. He glanced at Sam before a complete look of defeat covered his face. Sighing, he dropped his weapon and stood up. "We surrender," he told the jaffa.

The rest followed Neumann's lead and they were all escorted to a large holding cell. "You will remain here until my master is ready for you," the jaffa informed them, locking the cell door.

"Master? Apophis is dead," Neumann informed the jaffa.

"Klorel is my master!" the jaffa roared before turning and marching out of the room.

"Klorel?" Neumann asked, turning to Sam.

"Skaara," Sam replied, closing her eyes as she remembered the first and last time she had met Klorel/Skaara. It had been on Apophis' mothership on its way to destroy earth. She almost laughed as she remembered how worried she was back then about a court martial. 'Ha! Look at me now,' she thought to herself. "He's Apophis' son," Sam told the rest of her team.

"Shit! Did Maybourne know about him?" Neumann barked.

"How the hell should I know?" Sam barked back, irritated with the man's temper.

Neumann just shook his head and paced the interior of the cell. Assuming he and his team would probably all be killed before nightfall. "Damn Karma," he mumbled to himself, continuing his pace.

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Martouf sat in silence as Klorel raged about the small group of Tauri who had come through the stargate, taking out three of his guards before surrendering. Klorel and Martouf had yet to see them, but the jaffa assured Klorel that these Tauri were none they had encountered before.

This only caused Klorel to snarl at his jaffa. Demanding to know what kind of attack the Tauri were planning against him. His numbers were greatly diminished with the defeat of his father. He was in no way prepared for a battle of any kind.

Martouf was curious to know why the Tauri would send a team to Chulak. They had already discussed the arrival of Klorel on Chulak, taking his father's place. General Hammond and Col. O'Neill had both appeared to be excellent strategists. It made no sense to Martouf as to why either would agree to send through a small contingent of soldiers.

Klorel finished his tantrum and demanded to see the Tauri. He walked to the door, still cursing as he followed a guard down the hall to the prison. Martouf stayed where he was. He did not want to appear too curious and give Klorel or any of his jaffa reason to question his loyalty.

Klorel entered the cell and approached the barred door. His host pelted him with memories of when he had been locked inside that same large cell, desperately searching for his sister. "Tauri!" Klorel roared in anger, mostly caused by Skaara refusing to remain passive inside of him. "I demand to know why you are here!"

"We are not Tauri," Neumann started. "We are only a small group of explorers, with no planet to call home. We meant you no harm in coming here."

"You lie!" Klorel angrily yelled as his eyes locked on Sam's. "How can you say you are not the Tauri when you have Captain Carter in your presence?"

Neumann's face paled and he stole a brief glance in Sam's direction. "We, uh, we found her lost on another planet with no way to get home. She joined us of her own volition," Neumann tried.

"You lie!" Klorel roared again. "You will pay for your insolence! Bring her!" Klorel ordered his jaffa, turning abruptly, his long gold cape swinging out around his ankles at his quick movement.

The guards entered the cell and grabbed Sam, overpowering her and dragging her along behind the small parade of jaffa following Klorel back to his throne.

Martouf lifted his head as the brigade followed Apophis back into the large golden room. His eyes settled on the matted blonde hair of the person fighting unsuccessfully to free herself from the jaffas' grips.

Klorel looked at his guards and they immediately let her go. Her body fell, unceremoniously to the hard, cold floor. She gritted her teeth and lifted herself slowly up with her hands. Settling on her hands and knees for support. She had used all her energy fighting the jaffa and now found herself exhausted and defeated.

"Why are you here?" Klorel asked angrily, his eyes flashing.

Sam looked up at him, refusing to let him see fear on her face. "I am no longer associated with the Tauri," Sam told him through clenched teeth.

"You lie!"

"Why?" Sam yelled back. "Tell me, Skaara, why would I lie?"

Klorel stood up off his throne, his eyes flashing. "I am Klorel! Nothing of the host survives!"

Sam bit her lip and cocked her head to the side, a new found courage taking hold of her body. "Is that so?" she said in a confident tone. "Skaara seemed to be present during the destruction of Apophis' ships. I do recall a short conversation between Col. O'Neill and Skaara. But, dear old dad didn't know about that, now did he?"

Martouf's eyes widened in surprise as he listened to the women talk. She knew Col. O'Neill. His curiosity was piqued, and he was eager to discover who this woman was.

"Lies!" Klorel roared. "I am all that remains in this body! You shall know this to be true, Captain Carter, as I have a queen who will be pleased to take ownership of your body."

Sam's blue eyes flashed with fear.

'Captain Carter! This is Jacob's daughter!' Martouf told Lantesh.

'Indeed, however, there is nothing we can do at this time for her,' Lantesh replied.

'We must get a hold of Selmak and Jacob,' Martouf insisted.

'Selmak and Jacob are currently undercover in Sokar's forces. We cannot risk their mission.'

'Lantesh, this woman is the reason Jacob agreed to blend with Selmak. If we do not inform him immediately, we risk losing his trust.'

'We will pass the information on, that is all we can do, Martouf.'

Martouf grumbled back to his symbiote, letting Lantesh know of his unhappiness.

"Take her away!" Klorel roared. "Prepare my queen for implantation!"

Sam felt the jaffa pull her off the floor and drag her back to the cell, but the overwhelming fear of becoming a host to a goa'uld had taken hold of her body and everything going on around her seemed to be miles away. All she could hear was the sound of her blood pumping madly in her veins. All she could see was blurry, fuzzy images, her eyes refusing to adjust on her surroundings.

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Twenty-four hours after Carter had been taken from their cell, the rogue NID agents still hadn't seen her return. One jaffa had told them she would be returning soon as their queen, but Katie didn't even want to think of what that meant.

She sat on the cold ground, kicking at the pebbles and rocks that covered the ground. Normally, she would find each and every one of these rocks interesting, but right now, all she wanted was to be back home in Alabama, or even taking that trip to Stonehenge she had planned shortly before joining the NID.

She looked up at Neumann, once again pacing the area in front of the cell doors, when a large explosion was heard.

Everyone else in the cell stood up and ran to the cell door. "What was that?" Katie asked, looking at Neumann.

"It sounded like C-4," he told her, his knuckles white as he gripped the cell bars tightly in anticipation.

Minutes later, the door to the cell was opened and a large jaffa appeared. He approached the rag-tag group. "Are you not the Tauri who escaped through the second stargate on earth?"

Neumann blinked as the jaffa's words registered in his mind. Then, as if a light bulb turned on in his head, he realized this was no jaffa. This was Teal'c! Somehow, the SGC had found out about them and sent through a team, more than likely, SG-1.

Neumann nodded. "Yeah, yeah, that's us!"

Teal'c unlocked the cell door and stepped back to let them exit.

"Where's Carter?" a familiar voice sounded, as a figure came pummeling into the prison area.

"She is not present, O'Neill," Teal'c's monotone voice announced.

Colonel O'Neill looked around at each of the rogue agents.

"They took her yesterday," Katie announced anxiously. "They said she was going to be a queen."

"The hell she is," O'Neill replied, turning swiftly and fleeing the room. "Teal'c, leave 'em for now, we have to find Sam," Jack yelled over his shoulder.

Teal'c bowed at the group. "You would do well to retreat to the stargate. This battle is not over and you are all unarmed." With that, Teal'c walked out of the room.

Neumann started walking to the door as well. "You heard him, let's get back to the gate."

"What about Sam?" Lt. Axania asked.

"They'll find her. They didn't come for us," Neumann replied, knowing Maybourne would probably have his ass, but at the time, not really caring. "Let's go."

With that, the small group worked their way to the stargate.

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Sam had been locked in a large, luxurious room for hours. Servants had come in and bathed and dressed her in a long, flowing gown a while ago. She was sitting length-wise on an ornate bench against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest, worrying about her fate.

All of a sudden, she heard yelling and gunfire. Surprised, she turned, preparing to stand and go to the door, when the door flew open, her father's figure appearing in the door frame.

"D-dad?" Sam squeaked, her eyes wide as saucers. How could he be off-world?

"Sammie, thank God we found you!" Jacob's voice rang across the room. "Are you okay? Can you walk? Did they hurt you?"

Sam shook her head, still unable to move off the bench. "No, no, I'm fine," she said, barely above a whisper.

"Selmak, Klorel has escaped, surely you will not be able to return to Sokar's domain now," a goa'uld voice spoke as a young man Sam had seen earlier in Klorel's throne room entered behind her dad.

Sam gasped as her own father's eyes flashed in goa'uld fashion and the unmistakable voice of a goa'uld came from his mouth.

"We have acquired enough information on Sokar's plan for now. Finding Jacob's daughter was infinitely more important, do you not agree, Lantesh."

"Of course, Selmak," Lantesh replied, bowing his head before looking over at Sam. "Colonel O'Neill will be quite pleased to see you again, Captain Carter."

"Jack's here?" Sam breathed, more confused than ever about what was going on.

"Uh huh," her father's voice spoke up again. "Let's get out of here and find him," he told her, walking towards her to help her off the bench.

Sam flinched at his movement.

"Sammie?" Jacob questioned, stopping and staring in surprise at the look of fear on his daughter's face.

"Who-who are you?" Sam asked, her eyes wide.

"What? Sam, it's me! Your dad," Jacob replied.

Sam shook her head. "No, you're a goa'uld."

Jacob sighed. "No, Sam," he said, holding her gaze. "I'm not. I'm a tok'ra."

"What?" Sam breathed.

"When you went missing, my cancer just about took me out. Jack was able to save my life by introducing me to the tok'ra. They're similar to the goa'uld, but they don't take unwilling hosts, and they don't take over your body, but share it. They are enemies of the goa'uld, and earth's new allies. It was Martouf who told us where you were."

Sam looked over at the man in the doorway. He smiled warmly at her.

Jacob could tell his daughter was still suspicious of him. He grabbed the radio and held down the button. "Jack, we've got Sam, where are you?"

Jack's voice came over the radio and Sam's gaze quickly shifted from Martouf to the radio in her dad's hands. "We're looking for you!" Jack's sarcastic voice filled the room. "Where are you?"

"We're in a sitting room, probably one of Ammonet's old room's. It's off the west wing from the throne room."

"Alright, T and I are headed there. Keep your position. O'Neill out."

Sam looked up at her dad, unshed tears wetting her eyes. A childish need to have her daddy protect her was forming in her gut and the idea of hugging him was winning the battle against soldier Sam.

"It's okay, Sammie," Jacob's soft voice sounded. "You're safe. We're going to get you home."

With that, Sam flung her arms around her dad and hugged him as tight as she could, tears slowly working their way down her cheeks. She briefly thought that this was probably why father's and daughter's should never work together, way too much emotion involved.

"Hey," Jack's soft voice penetrated her thoughts and she quickly pulled out of her dad's embrace.

"Jack," she breathed as she looked into the loving warm eyes of the man standing next to her dad. Jacob stepped back and Sam stood up, only to go into the arms of Jack O'Neill.

He held her close, his heart beating erratically at finally having her back.

After a few minutes of just holding each other, Jacob coughed suggestively and Sam and Jack pulled away. "As much as I love seeing my daughter in the arms of an irate, old colonel, I really think we should get out of here."

Sam smiled at her dad and squeezed Jack's hand before letting go.

They journeyed out of Klorel's palace with little resistance. However, once they reached the outskirts of the town, jaffa appeared in large numbers, and death gliders flew overhead.

"Shit!" Jack yelled. "Take cover!"

Jack had passed Sam a gun and she carefully made her way to a ridge, using the vantage point to get a clean shot of the jaffa ascending on their position. She had taken out several jaffa, when a death glider targeted her position. At the last second, Sam saw the bright objects coming straight at her and she was only able to roll down the other side of the hill to escape death.

The two shots took out the ridge, leaving a gaping, fire hole in its wake. Sam's face paled as she looked at the smoldering mess she had been only seconds before.

"Carter!"

Sam heard her name over the battle noises and turned to see who was calling it. There, hiding behind the large boulders by the stargate was the rogue team. They were in almost the same positions they were in when they surrendered the day before. Four jaffa were shooting at them, not allowing them to dial out and escape. From her position, Sam knew she could take them out easily.

Positioning herself, Sam opened fire on the jaffa, taking out each and every one. She saw Ax jump up and run to the DHD, quickly dialing up their address. Sam turned to see where Jack and the rest of the SG members were. Her eyes found Jack's and locked on them. She could tell by the look on his face that he had seen what she had just done. She could see both pride and a small amount of disappointment in his dark depths.

Yes, the rogue group was going to escape, but she couldn't just ignore them and leave them there to die by the hands of the jaffa either. She started to stand when the ground shook and knocked her back down on her back. She looked up and saw a death glider coming right for her. Her frightened eyes found Jack's once again.

Her fear was mirrored in his own. He held her gaze momentarily and then looked towards the stargate. The rogue team were still going through. If she got up right now and ran, she could make it before the stargate disengaged.

Jack's eyes found hers once again and he knew she understood what he was trying to tell her. He watched as she stood and ran towards the stargate. The death glider started shooting, just barely missing her, before she jumped through the horizon. "I'll get you back, Sam," Jack whispered as the stargate disengaged. "Just hold on a little longer."

The SG teams and the tok'ra continued to fight against Klorel's forces, finally getting the upper hand and escaping back to earth through the stargate. They hadn't brought back Sam or any of the rogue agents, but they did bring back something….hope. Which, Jack reasoned, was immensely better than despair.

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