Sam sat on her blanket munching on her stolen chocolate bar. She watched the tok'ra Anise who was speaking to the red headed woman known as Lucy. From time to time Anise would glance over at Sam, frown, then scribble something into the notebook on her lap. Every time her pen went to writing Sam cringed in annoyance. What was she writing and why did she keep frowning? The longer Sam watched her the more she came to dislike the woman. It wasn't until after she had begun to experiment with "possible" cures that Sam realized that she didn't dislike the woman after all…

She hated her!

Now hate was a strong word and something that her father had drilled into her when she was a small child that she should not do, but the more Anise poked and prodded and pinched her the more she hated her. Oh sure, she seemed nice enough, but the truth was that she was really a witch from the word go. Sam caught herself thinking that if only she had been born on earth during the right time they would have burned her alive.

Annoyed and no longer enjoy the candy, Sam stuffed the remainder of the chocolate bar into her mouth. As soon as the bar was gone, the craving for more food gnawed at her. She eyed her guard's pockets wondering if he had anymore food stuffed in them. Then another, more appealing thought occurred to her, did Malek?

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"Well?" Jack stared at Malek, his eyes boring into the Tok'ra's. The day had started off bad and kept getting worse. First with SG-7 reporting back without finding so much as a trace of Jacob and then with one of Anise's "experiments" exploding all over the cave. Jack felt as if he was standing on the proverbial last straw, and he had long since grown impatient with the Tok'ra. They had been working on an antidote for three days and still they had nothing. The situation was beginning to remind him of the one on Pangar. Funny how both involved an antidote and….that's when it hit him. Pangar! Tretonin! Maybe they could use that in some way.

"Malek, I'm not a scientist but couldn't you use that tretonin in some way. Maybe synthesize it or something."

Malek stared at the Colonel, shocked that he had thought of something that Malek himself hadn't. He wasn't sure if it would work but given the properties of the virus…and they had made it work for the Jaffa…

"It is worth exploring O'Neill. I will begin right away."

"Excellent," Jack walked towards where Daniel lay on a blanket by the fire. He was smarter than Malek; well at least for a minuet…no, it wasn't such a bad day after all.

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"Let go of me!" Jacob thrashed wildly about on the table. Three more aids rushed to help his captors hold him down. He tried desperately to break free but his captors held tight. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glint of steel and he knew what was coming.

Not again he thought Selmak help me!

I can't Jacob…I'm so sleepy….

Selmak? Selmak! She didn't answer. Jacob grew more desperate, but a sharp prick on the arm told him that fighting was useless.

"Stop, you can't do this!" Jacob yelled at the white clad men holding him down on the table.

"We are trying to help you! Please stop trying to resist!"

Yeah right! Selmak please! Still no answer.

As Jacob's body went numb his mind flashed back to a previous conversation that he had overheard between the men surrounding him …

"He appears to be immune to the virus" said the first man.

"How is that possible" Asked the second man.

"I'm not sure, but there appears to be something different about his body chemistry…something that is healing him."

"Perhaps it is that thing in his head."

"Yes but what is it?"

There was a lengthy pause before the second man spoke again.

"I don't know. There is only one way to find out."

He heard a smile in the first man's voice as he spoke.

"I shall brief the doctor and prepare for immediate surgery."

Jacob snapped out of the past and tried to concentrate on the present.

Selmak they are gonna perform amateur brain surgery on us and all you can do is sleep? Selmak?

Jacob heard the sound of some sort of primitive sinister device coming closer to his head but he could do nothing to fight back. Whatever the men had shot into his system was finally affecting him. All he could do was close his eyes and let the medication take him into a deep dreamless sleep from which he would probably never wake…

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A/N Sorry this took so long! Hopefully it was worth the wait...oh there I go again with those cliffhangers...;)