Author Notes: Sorry about the wait guys. Thanks for the mountains of reviews, I love them all! Just to warn you, this chapter could be considered graphic, even make you feel sick. I seriously doubt it will, but don't hold me responsible if it does, I warned you. Anyway, enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter 12: Project Phoenix

Mark sat, frozen, as he watched the screen. He saw as his little sister slumped to the ground; dead. It was as if time had stopped, as if the blood in his veins had actually stopped flowing. A whispered voice in his ear, jerked him out of his trance – "No."

Mark's mind suddenly began working full speed again. It had assimilated the fact that his sister was dead, and that was really, really bad for everyone in that room. He grabbed his radio.

Jack shot the orderly almost as soon as the man had shot down Sam. In his throat, he could feel his emotions trying to get the better of him, but he knew, deep down, that he couldn't let them. He heard Daniel say something in his ear, barely audible, then another voice, urgent and sharp, cut through his mind, "Get out of that room! All of you!"

"Wh-what?" Jack's mind was feeling fuzzy; his throat constricted at the word, almost as if Sam had said it once more.

The voice came again, this time directed to someone that might respond, "Teal'c! Get them out of there! Close the doors behind you. Kill Saunders if you feel you have to, but you have to get out now, or you never will!"

Mark's instructions were more than cryptic in their explanations, but they were enough. Teal'c actually had to forcibly remove Jack, and their combined bulk pushed everyone else out of the doorway. Lieutenant Hailey, who had heard the instructions too, took the initiative and fiddled with the keypad to make the blast doors come down. All of this happened in the space of ten seconds, yet to all present, it felt like ten decades, even to the NID agents with guns, who had not been able to react when they saw the woman shot down at point blank range.

The blast doors closed with a scraping thud. The noise made something click in Jack's brain and, shaking off Teal'c, he ran to the observation room, the remainder of SG-1 running after him. When they got there, the sight was a strange one: there was one man, about sixty, maybe older, laughing like a maniac. The laughing stopped abruptly as a bullet sailed into his chest, the momentum propelling him into the wall. Jack turned to face Daniel, for it had been he who had pulled the trigger. A silent thank you was sent in waves across their friendship.

Jack was now under the influence of a lot of adrenalin and, consequently, was about to order everyone out of the room and to get straight out of the NID hive. Jonas, however, was looking into The Room in a sort of morbid wonder. Frowning, Jack followed his gaze. Behind the bullet proof glass, the two orderlies and the agents were milling around by the door, apparently waiting for it to open. Jonas, however, was not looking at them, he was looking at Sam.

Jack noticed that a ring had appeared on Sam's left thumb, and that it was beginning to give off an almost blinding, pulsing aura to those that looked at it. A computer, obviously one that had been taken from the old site, flickered, and suddenly a booming mechanical voice filled both rooms, making everyone jump:

Detected heartbeat failure – Subject S38…Activation of serum ring requested… Activation of serum ring authorised… Healing process commenced…Healing process complete…Revival of Subject S36 complete.

Sam's eyes snapped open.

No one moved. The woman that had been dead no more than a second ago was, well, alive.With the same mannerisms asIsobel, Sam rose to her feet. There was something in her eyes, however, that did not portray the blankness of Isobel, and instead, there was a fierce purpose. The eyes narrowed on the men by the door.

The agents raised their guns to her, and Jack could hear the fear in their voices, "Stay back! Or we'll shoot!" came from the person in charge.

Sam cocked her head slightly, as if trying to get a judge of them. She didn't move.

Daniel whispered to Mark, "What the hell is going on? You do realise your sister has just risen from the dead!"

"Aren't you guys meant to be smart? Or did you think the title Project Phoenix was a coincidence?" Mark's sarcastic voice came back down the radio.

"The NID were trying to cheat death?"

Ominously, Mark's voice returned the answer, "No, they wanted to make soldiers rise from the dead, better than before."

As Mark said this, Sam leapt at the nearest agent. As she landed, her arm came out, snapping his neck in one motion. Immediately, the NID opened fire, Jack yelled out, commanding the SG teams, "We've got to get in there before they kill her again!"

Jack moved towards the door, only to have Jonas press a hand onto his chest, ceasing his movement, "I don't think that's such a good idea."

Jack turned back to The Room; both orderlies were now dead, crimson blood seeping into their white uniforms. Sam was leaping agilely around the room, springing off the walls and dodging attacks; not one bullet came into contact with her. In fact, Jack found that he could hardly see her, she was moving as fast as she had when those bracelets the Tok'ra had given them were at full power, and she was matching the strength too.

The last NID agent fell down dead; his heart had been pulled out from his chest and dropped to the floor.

Not even noticing the thick blood oozing between her fingers and dripping onto the floor, Sam's eyes flicked upwards, until she was looking directly at Jack.

Mark's voice sounded, "Run!"

"It is bullet proof glass." Teal'c rumbled, "We should be safe."

"Yeah? Well Sam isn't a bullet! Move!"

This time, they listened. All three SG teams ran full pelt down the corridors, attempting to get to safety. A thud, then cracking and a smash sounded behind them. SG-1, who were at the front of the group, skidded to a halt as a blood covered Sam appeared shimmering in front of them; she was getting faster. Major Griff yelled to turn around, but Sam had already grabbed Teal'c by the throat and lifted him off the ground.

The members of the SGC didn't move; rooted to the spot in a mixture of terror and shock. Daniel was the only one who found his voice, "Sam! Please! We're your friends!"

Sam appeared to ignore him, and then her head flicked to a corridor to her left. She dropped a choking Teal'c and seemingly disappeared as she ran off. Shaking, Jack slid down the wall and put his head in his hands, "She didn't kill us." He sighed in relief.

"Then I guess Mum got it right. None of the other subjects could determine between who was on their side and the enemy."

Gun shots suddenly broke their thoughts, "Come on!" Jack yelled, getting up and helping Teal'c to his feet.

The path that they took to the outside followed the corridor that Sam had shot down. Mangled bodies were strewn everywhere; all NID. One last shriek brought their attention as they ran outside the facility, to be bathed in a blood red sunset. Sam was advancing on a terrified man, whose shriek was cut off quickly as he lost his head; apparently, Sam had acquired a long knife.

No one knew what to do – she wasn't who they knew. She was the same as Isobel, yet slightly less placid. It seemed that they didn't need to decide, however, as Sam's eyes rolled up into her head and she collapsed next to the body of the man.

Mark practically screamed in Jack's ear, "You have to perform CPR! The serum only revived her to a point, and now her task is done, she's dead again! Hurry! We'll be there in a minute!" A screeching of tyres could be heard in the background of the transmission.

Jack ran and skidded down next to Sam, pulling her onto her back, his hands becoming slick with blood. Daniel reached them next, so he tipped her head back as Jack did compressions. It didn't take long before Sam breathed again.

"Wha-what's goin' on?"

Jack helped her sit up, Sam coughing slightly. Suddenly, her eyes rested on the head of the man, "Reynolds!" She then turned to the side as her coughing turned to nausea.

Five unmarked vans pulled up to their position as medics, soldiers and Mark jumped out. Mark went straight to his sister, and Jack loosened his hold on her so that her brother could hug her. "How many?" It was Sam's only question.

Mark bowed his head, "Every NID operative in the place."

Sam's grip tightened on Mark and Jack, as she began to panic. Mark, however, was quick to reassure her, "No one in the revival state is responsible for their actions. Don't worry, you won't be held responsible. We're just glad you didn't wake up unresponsive like all the others." At this, Daniel's gaze flicked to Mark. They had spoken on the way to get Sam, and had agreed that someone like Isobel was not living, and that it was unfair on her to continue like she was. Now, he wondered whether Mark would have taken the same view with his sister. Daniel had a horrible feeling he would have.

Sam cleared her throat and turned to Jack, "Thank you."

"Don't worry Carter. Makes vacation more exciting."

"Sir, they took my blood. Y-"

"I'll have it destroyed." He nodded to the dull gold ring on her thumb, "Will this happen again?"

Before Sam could answer, the ring sunk back into her skin, glowing slightly. Mark sighed, "Yeah, it'll take about 24 hours before the ring can work up enough serum again, but it will - unless Sam has kids."

Sam glared at her brother, "As much as I hate this thing, I am not just gonna have kids to get rid of it. It's a crap reason."

Jonas frowned, "How would having kids stop it working?"

Sam was helped to her feet as she answered, "The root purpose of the ring is survival. Once the DNA has been passed on to a descendant, and they are born, your family survives and you are no longer vital. Luckily the kids don't have the ring. I don't think the NID even knew why it happened though."

"How did the NID find out?"

Mark answered, "Mum told me that one of the subjects was pregnant without their knowledge when they caught her. When her child was born, the ring simply fell off."

Before anymore questions could be asked, Sam moaned, "Can I go home now? I'm tired."

Jack smiled fondly, "Sure Carter." She didn't hear him. She had fallen asleep leaning against Mark.

A week had passed. Mark had gone home to his family after signing a contract stating that he would not disclose any information about the NID, or the fact that Sam did not work in deep space radar. Janet had finally released Sam and, yet again, SG-1 were sitting at the table in the briefing room, about to face the wrath of General Hammond.

Said General strode in, happy to find that all five members had bothered to turn up on time, "I would appreciate it if we could be truthful this time." Sam and Daniel seemed to shrink in their seats.

General Hammond, however, did not seem to want answers, "I understand that since the incident with the alien that things have been trying for you all. However that does not excuse you all lying about your memories; especially since these memories got you killed Major Carter. You are just lucky that SG-1 seem to have some kind of magic charm that allows you all to rise from the dead. It would be good, though, if we do not die in the next few months." General Hammond smiled, "I am glad that you are all still in one piece. Considering Major Carter's experiences, you are all confined to base for one more week before you return to active duty."

"Confined to base, sir?" Jack whined, "Don't you trust us or something?"

"No Colonel." No one had a response. "Before I dismiss you, Dr Jackson, Mr Quinn, is there anything I should know about?"

"As I'm not going home anytime soon, what I remember is really not relevant, sir." Jonas spoke. The General seemed to accept this as, out of the three, his behaviour had been slightly less abnormal than the other two.

"My answer's the same as Jonas sir, I doubt I'm going home soon either."

"Daniel, you knocked out a bunch of orderlies and knew what a Jaffa was." Jack pointed out.

"Alright, just give me a couple of days. Please General? I need to sort out my head before I can begin to explain."

"As you're not leaving the base, very well Dr Jackson. Dismissed."

SG-1 left in a hurry. "Well kids," Jack got a glare from his three human team mates at that comment, but he ignored it, "How about a sparring match? You and me Teal'c?"

As their friends walked off to the locker room, Sam wondered, "How long do you give him this time?"

"Five minutes tops. Ever since Jack insisted that Teal'c uses his Jaffa techniques as well as what he's learnt here, he's never lasted longer." Jonas sniggered.

Daniel didn't comment. He thought over the last time that he had sparred against Jack and lost miserably. An evil smile spread across his face, and he followed his friends to the gym.

To Be Continued…

Author Notes: There you have it! So that's Sam done, next it'll be Daniel. Unfortunately I start college in three days, so it's likely I won't update in a while. I'll try and do one a week, but no promises.

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