Author Notes: Hi! Firstly, thanks for the lovely reveiws everyone, I love you all. Secondly, I swear I meant to update this chapter yesterday, but I just got my GCSE results and was kinda hyper and distracted. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 11: Isobel

"Well, this is the place. Right dump if you ask me." Jack commented, looking through the window of their blacked out van.

"I do not believe that anyone was, O'Neill." Teal'c stated. Jack glared at him, while his team mates sniggered. Nowadays, he couldn't tell if Teal'c was being serious, or merely trying to annoy him.

Hopping out, Jack turned to the SG-2 and SG-5, led by Majors Griff and Coburn respectively; the only ones that Jack really trusted to work to the best of their ability, after all they had rescued his team mates from the fire, "Alright, you know your designated search patterns, let's get to it."

SG-1 were on the ground floor, accompanied by Mark, who had insisted on it. Everything was gone, if it had ever been here. They scoured the place for two hours, and then again, but no teams came up with anything. Re-grouping by the doorway, they discussed what to do next. Daniel went over to a frowning Mark, who was sitting against the wall, "I'm sorry, but we will find her."

"It's not that, I just don't recognise any of this."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on Daniel, do you really think that they would keep over a thousand subjects, plus security and scientists in this relatively small warehouse, where anyone could walk in?"

It suddenly clicked with Daniel, "You mean the base was actually underground?"

Mark shrugged, "Maybe."

It turned out that Mark's suspicions were true. It took about half an hour, but eventually Lieutenant Hailey of SG-5 got so frustrated that she whacked her boot hard against a stone pillar, producing a very metal sounding echo, "Sirs, I think I found it." She called out.

Cautiously, the three SG teams ventured down a set of metal steps and entered a long corridor, with lots of doors running down it. Behind each door was a white room, "This is where they kept us. We could only see the person opposite us through the glass, or when they passed on their way to The Room."

"The Room?"

"Where they initiated the last stage."

The facility was a huge maze of winding corridors, but all were empty, Mark sighed, "They've moved."

Jack was about to say that they wouldn't give up, when his radio crackled; it was Coburn, "Colonel, we've found something; we're not far from your position."

Soon the three SG teams had congregated in a large storage room, but they weren't the only ones there. Sitting on the floor, cross-legged between two crates was a woman of about 35. She had platinum blonde hair and green eyes and was wearing white hospital scrubs. She gave no indication that she knew they were there, she just stared, unblinking, in front of her. Dust was even gathering in her hair. Jack crouched in front of her, "She moved at all?"

"No sir, she just keeps staring."

"Who do we reckon she is - a scientist or erm…subject, for lack of better word?"

"Isobel." Mark's voice made them all jump, even though it was whispered.

"You know her?" Jonas asked.

"She was opposite me. Even after all these years, there's no mistaking her looks."

"Why won't she move? We could use her help."

Mark bent down to her level, "They must've left her here by accident," He reached to a chain round her neck, and pulled out a pair of dog tags, one had a name, presumably of the scientist, and the other was a code. Steeling himself, Mark summoned a commanding voice, "Subject W26. Obey my voice" In one flick, her unblinking eyes rested on Mark."

"Okay, that's freaky." Jack said.

Mark stood, and then commanded, "Stand." In a fluid motion, Isobel obeyed.

"Where was everything taken, W26?"

She began to walk, taking precise turns. Jack muttered, "That is really freaky."

She led them to a room with lots of terminals, presumably where computers used to be. It looked a lot like the control room at the SGC. There was a big window over looking a room, with steel blast doors, "I'm guessing that's The Room."

Isobel walked over to a cupboard and pulled out a clipboard, on which was written an address. Along with that, there were instructions to transport all vital goods to the above address; it was dated three days ago. She handed it to Mark, who handed it to Jack. Jack scanned it quickly, "Alright people, this'll have to do, contact Hammond and tell him that's where we think Carter is." He handed the clipboard to Hailey, "Let's go."

They were a little way down the corridor when Daniel, who was at the back of the group, noticed that neither Mark nor Isobel were with them. Turning around, he jogged back to the control room, where he heard Mark talking, "I wish I could've known you better Isobel. It's funny; I only know your name because that's what they called you when they took you away," He sighed, "No one deserves to live like you are."

Daniel watched as Mark reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. Mark sighed and said one last thing, "Subject W26, I command you to die." The eyes didn't even close as the body fell to the floor, lifeless. Daniel slipped away without Mark noticing.

"Mark, we're infiltrating an NID base. We've been lenient up to now, but it's too dangerous." Jack tried to explain.

"Look, it's hard to explain, but this isn't just about trying to find my sister. You have to trust the fact that you'll need my help."

"You have no military training Mark," Jack looked thoughtful for a moment, "We'll have video links to the vans up here and you'll be able to talk to us through that, but it's the best I can do."

Reluctantly, Mark nodded.

"This is as hard for me as it is for you, Sammy, I feel like a father to you." Saunders remarked.

"Get stuffed." Sam had woken up with an even worse headache than before.

Saunders sighed, then turned to the younger man next to him, "Reynolds, prep her for the final stage."

The man nodded and with the help of two orderlies, dragged Sam out of her cell and down the hall.

She was taken to a dank room. Sam shifted uncomfortably as she saw five men standing along the wall, each with guns, just in case. Reynolds gave a gun to one of the orderlies and instructed them to hold her still. He then returned to the control room to join Saunders, who was now casually talking to Sam through the microphone, "This was inevitable Samantha. It happened to everyone else, and now it will happen to you. Just think, you'll be part of history."

Jack heard some guy jabbering on and whispered, "This our Saunders guy Mark?" No answer, "Mark?"

"Yes, listen Jack, shooting him won't do any good now, they've started. You have to get into The Room and stop them! Now!"

"Do it." Saunders commanded.

The orderly nodded and held the gun to Sam's head; she closed her eyes, waiting for the shot.

Jack burst into the room and froze at the sight he saw; they were going to kill her! He aimed his gun at the orderly.
A single shot rang out. A single body slumped to the ground; dead. A single smile spread over the lips of Saunders.

To Be Continued…

Author Notes: He he! I think I'll discontinue this story now, lol. Just kidding. I really want to know what you think, so review! Please, I really want a response, because I haven't got much of one for this section.