Yet another chapter! This is starting to become easier to write, so I'm trying to find time to write it all down as it comes into my head.
Elphie Muse: Should be enough space in there...
Hey! It's not my fault my brain took an extended leave of absence without permission...
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I would like to also say that for those of you worried that Sam is gonna go evil and kill everyone like she did in my Wheel of Stargate series, she's not. Trust me.
Elphie Muse: Famous last words...
Ignoring you. And the rights still aren't mine...yet...probably never will be in reality, but I can dream, right?
Dion passed Sam a cloak as rain began dripping through the leaves. "So do you have anyone special back on your world?" Dion asked.
Sam pulled the mottled cloak on and lifted up the hood. She remained silent for several moments, her thoughts drifting to Jack. In spite of their best efforts, the pair had some difficulty in hiding their feelings for each other. Unbeknownst to Jack, Sam had been contemplating an offer General Hammond had made. He had offered her the position of head scientist and researcher at the SGC with the promise of Gate travel whenever the need was warranted, which was quite frequent at the SGC.
Dion noted the change in Sam and began wondering if she had said something wrong. "Are you all right?" Dion asked.
"Yeah. Just thinking about someone I knew." They continued through the deluge, Hishn making sure Dion knew of her displeasure of walking in the rain with wet fur. Dion eventually gave up trying to silence the wolf.
As they headed for a small clearing, Sam began looking around, feeling uneasy. She undid the thong around her dagger and scanned the darkened forest. She suddenly leaned back in the saddle and an arrow whizzed by.
"Get down!" Dion yelled. She swiftly slid off of her dnu and dove into some bushes, Hishn not far behind.
As Sam started to dismount, a stone collided into her head. She fell forward and landed heavily on the wet ground. She struggled to stay conscious as two men, their outlines blurry to Sam, came over to her and hauled her away. Unable to hold onto consciousness, she fell into darkness, her head lolling back and forth.
Dion watched as the raiders took Sam, unable to do anything for fear of more. Hishn, go back and get Rhom, Dion ordered. I'll stay and see how many there are.
I will not leave you wolfwalker, Hishn returned.
Go you wet mutt! If there's more than two, we'll need help. Now go, Dion commanded a bit more firmly. Hishn growled but slunk off. Dion turned her attention back to the raiders and slowly began following them, making sure she wasn't seen.
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Jack squinted through his telescope, looking at the far distant stars. Over a month had passed since Sam's disappearance but he refused to believe that she was dead or worse. He would never stop looking for her, not until he found her.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes and began to doze off, dreaming about seeing Sam and hearing her laughter one more time. In his dream world, there were no regulations to keep them apart. They were together and happy.
The wind picked up and Jack jerked awake. He grumbled a little at being disturbed from his dream and climbed down the ladder. He went inside and finished off the beer that was sitting on the table. He grimaced at how warm it was and threw the empty bottle into the recycle bin.
Jack shrugged out of his coat and draped it over the chair. He then made his way back to his bedroom and stripped down to his boxers and a T-shirt. He then climbed into bed and turned the light off. He lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, one arm behind his head while the other was draped over his chest. As sleep came, he wondered if Sam was okay and silently prayed to whatever real god was out there, if any, that Sam was in fact okay and that he would see her again.
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Sam groaned and slowly opened her eyes. She blinked and looked around. She was tied near a tree, her hands bound behind her. She looked down and saw that her feet were free. She wriggled her feet and was pleased to find that her four knives were still in place. Ignoring the pain in her shoulders and head, she took stock of her surroundings.
Two large burly men were sitting near a fire, a third was jabbing a stick into a cage, and the fourth was walking over to Sam. He loomed over Sam, a cold smirk on his face. He squatted down in front of her and grabbed her face in his dirty hand.
Sam jerked her head free, her blue eyes cold. The raider grinned. "You'll be fun in bed," he chuckled.
"No marking her!" the raider by the cage snapped. He stalked over to Sam and hauled the blonde to her feet. "You'll definitely fetch a pretty price," he chuckled. "Though I am tempted to keep you for myself."
"Try it jackass," she growled.
He grinned and viciously backhanded her. Sam timed the blow and moved her head with it to decrease the force. The other raider laughed. "She's a fighter. Maybe we ought to sell her to a fighting ring."
Sam studied the two raiders and noted that her sword was on the one who had hit her. She smiled and rolled out her neck. "You're gonna be giving that sword back to me," she told him.
He let out a raucous laugh. "That I doubt. You've no weapons and your hands are tied behind you."
It was Sam's turn to laugh. "Weapons are just extensions of the body," she told him. She suddenly leapt up into the air and kicked both raiders. She landed only to jump up again to slip her feet past her bound hands. She pulled two of her knives free and sliced the ropes with the keen blade.
As the other two raiders charged her she flipped the daggers and hurled them both. The knives struck both men in the middle of the forehead. Before she could retrieve the other two daggers the third raider had grabbed her from behind.
She immediately squatted down and picked her toes up in her boots. As the raider struggled to pick her up, she slammed her head backward and hit the raider in the nose. He let go as blood gushed from his broken nose.
Sam kicked the fourth raider and pulled her katana free. As the third raider started to charge her she whirled around and struck the man in the gut with the keen edge of her sword. She finished the slash and kicked him away.
Sam spun around and faced the final raider. He had retrieved a sword and faced Sam, murder in his eyes. He charged in and slashed down. Sam dove forward and spun around. She rammed the katana into his back up to the hilt and pulled the blade free.
Sore and exhausted, Sam pulled her blades free and cleaned them on the raiders' jerkins. She quickly retrieved the money that they had stolen from her and countless others. Sam placed the money and jewels into her pouch and made her way over to the cage. Her eyes widened and she quickly cut the ropes to the cage.
She violently tossed the cage door aside and carefully made her way inside. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said gently. She carefully knelt down next to an injured gray wolf and a small wolf pup.
The older wolf looked into Sam's eyes and she had a weird sensation of double vision. Thank you for freeing us, but it is too late for me, the wolf sent to Sam.
"I wish there was something I could do for you, but I don't even have anything to ease your pain. I'm no wolfwalker," Sam told the wolf.
The wolf's yellow eyes gleamed with knowing. You are what you are, the wolf told her. You cannot change it.
"Are you saying I am a wolfwalker?" Sam asked.
I do not know. But please…care for my pup…he is the only one left of my blood, the wolf begged.
Sam nodded. "I will. I give you my word." She watched as the female wolf closed her eyes and went still.
Sam bowed her head. She opened her eyes when she felt the wolf pup stirring. She looked down at the small gray wolf as it opened its eyes. Blue wolf eyes stared into blue human eyes. Sam immediately felt some sort of connection to the small wolf, some sort of connection in the back of her mind.
"I…I am a wolfwalker…" Sam slowly realized. A genuine smile formed on her face, one that she had not worn since leaving the SGC to test pilot the F-302.
The crashing of bushes made Sam whirl around, pulling her sword free as she held the wolf pup protectively. She leapt out of the cage and waited. Several moments later Dion, Rhom, and a man from the village came running out, swords in hand. They looked around at the dead raiders, then back to Sam who shrugged.
"I've never been one to be the damsel in distress," she said. Dion began laughing, as did Rhom.
Dion then saw the wolf pup in Sam's arms. Sam, can you hear me?
Sam blinked and looked at Dion, having heard the wolfwalker. How did you do that? How am I doing it?
You're a wolfwalker Sam. I first suspected it when Hishn told me a pack mate was in trouble last month. She led me straight to you, Dion told her. We'll talk more about this later. Sam nodded. "What say we get out of here?" Dion suggested aloud. The others nodded.
"What about the wolf?" Sam asked, nodding towards the dead wolf in the cage.
"I'll take care of it," Dion said.
"Would you mind if I watched?" Sam asked. Dion shook her head.
Sam's a wolfwalker! Which means...I dunno what it means...but I wish I was a wolfwalker...le sigh...
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