Colonel Samantha Carter sat in the holding cell, trying not to get angry over her accommodations. She was supposed to be here to tell them what happened for cryin' out loud! She wasn't supposed to be locked up in a room with nobody to talk to. She was supposed to be finding out when they had returned to, be correcting the mistakes that she had allowed herself to make!

There was a knock on the door. "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Colonel Jack O'Neill. "Hi."

"Jack!" She said, standing.

"Jack?"

She took a deep breath. "Well, we are of the same rank now."

"Really?"

"Well, close enough."

"Lt. Colonel?"

She nodded. "I thought you weren't supposed to talk to me." She said, turning from him and clasping her hands behind her back.

"Well, I thought that was heartless if you and I really ever were friends."

She stopped pacing, turned to face him and returned to her intent study of the floor. "Friends."

He raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Unscheduled Off-World Activation! Unscheduled Off-World Activation!" He looked at her, and then he ran off.

"We're receiving SG-7's IDC, sir."

"Open the iris!" General Hammond ordered.

"What's up?" Jack asked, as he approached Sam who was sitting at the dialing computer.

"SG-7 is coming in early from the negotiations with the Tok'ra high councilor. I don't think things have been going well."

"Aren't those the negotiations we were supposed to be at? You know, before this whole twin thing happened?"

She nodded as members of the Tok'ra and SG-1 came into the Gate Room. Jack and Sam raced into the room. "What's going on?"

"Major Graham was a za'tarc." Anise said, stepping down the ramp.

"And what are YOU doing here?" Jack asked.

"We are here to look for other za'tarcs among your personnel." She continued. "We wish for the proceedings to continue, but Lt. Astor made it quite clear that if the President's life is in danger, you would choose to abort such diplomacy at this time."

"You're damn right!" Hammond said. "What the hell is a za'tarc?"

"They're suicide terrorists who are ordinary human beings who have been brainwashed into their mission." Jacob said stepping through the Stargate just in time to hear Hammond's question.

"Dad!" Sam said, as she gave him a hug.

"Hey, kid!"

"I didn't think you were going to be able make it!" She said, stepping out of the embrace.

"Neither did I, but…I also heard about your little…problem." He said. "Where's the other you being held?"

"In a holding cell. She's kind of on house-arrest." Jack said, glancing at Sam.

"It's not my fault she came through, sir. As much as I would love to know what happened that would make her so bitter…"

"Sam, you're doing the right thing."

"I hate to break up this family reunion, but we have some important things to take care of." Anise said, motioning for Martouf to approach.

"We request permission to test all of your personnel for this condition."

"Jacob, a word with you in my office."

Jacob nodded.

"I'm going to go back to what I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted!" Jack said, glaring at Anise before he walked out of the Gate Room.

"Have I done something to offend Colonel O'Neill?" She asked, innocently.

"No." Sam replied, testily. "You just sent SG-1 into a situation where you weren't sure we were going to come back alive. That tends to make him a little…grouchy. But please accept my apologies for his behavior. Even you don't deserve it." She said as she walked up into the briefing room.

"Jacob, tell me that the Tok'ra really have our people's best interests at heart here."

"George, I heard about the last incident that you had with Anise. She's one of our more…experimental scientists. Quite frankly, I think she would sell her own mother to get further in some experiment."

"Jacob…"

"I'm sorry. I think she's our only hope of continuing this venue of negotiations. Without her help, the US will suspend negotiations and all that we've worked for over the last few years will be lost."

"I hate it when it boils down to that." Hammond said, sitting in his chair. "I guess I have a phone call to make."

Jack knocked on Colonel Carter's door again. "Come in." He heard.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. What happened?"

"Well…" he stopped. "You've already lived this stuff…so…we're looking for these zarc thingies…"

She paled and closed her eyes. "No!"

"What?"

"You…we…" She turned and looked at him with a very fierce look. "You cannot be afraid of a court martial. You have to say everything that you were thinking!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Swear to me that you will tell her everything!"

"Who?"

"Just…" She became despondent. "Don't let everything stay in that damn room! It'll never come out!"

Jack just looked at her. "Carter, you're not making any sense!"

She turned her sad eyes to him. "I'm not your Carter. I never have been, and I never will be."

"What?"

"Just…just go. I thought…I thought this would make everything easier, but…" She closed her eyes. "Just go."

With that, Jack turned and left.