Elphie Muse: I am forced to do the A/N again because...well...:points behind her:
:author and roommate are running around singing Wicked at the top of their lungs:
Elphie Muse: So yeah. They see Wicked in a little under nine hours EST.
Is it eight pm yet?
Elphie Muse: Not yet. Go...run around or something. Anyways, here's today's chapter. Just to warn you, there is some Sam whomping in here...in a few of the author's stories actually...Hey! What do you have against Sam?
Nothing. She's one of my favorite characters on the show. And my favorite characters usually have more trials to face than other characters.
Elphie Muse: So it's dangerous being your favorite character.
It's worse for characters I don't like. But enough of our banter. Go read and remember! This story isn't mine.
"What do you mean she's gone?" Elphaba demanded angrily. Teal'c had gone to awaken Elphaba and Fiyero so that they were aware of what was going on.
"She's gone," Cameron said. "As in not here."
"I know what the word means. Who could've taken her?" she asked.
"The Goa'uld," Daniel said. "It's the only thing that makes sense."
"What's all the noise?" a tired voice asked. Everyone looked up as a half-asleep Glinda stumbled into the room. The blonde rubbed her eyes and stared at Elphaba. "El…Elphie?" she stammered. She suddenly ran to the green skinned woman and hugged her tightly. "I knew you were alive!" she exclaimed.
"Not now Glinda," Elphaba said.
"What's wrong?" the Good Witch asked.
"Someone took my daughter."
"You have a daughter?" the blonde shouted in surprise.
"It's a long story," Elphaba said. She began explaining what had happened since her "death". Glinda paid close attention.
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Sam slowly opened her eyes, her body still sore. She closed her eyes and slowly stood up, stretching as she did so. She opened her eyes again and frowned, sensing something was wrong. She looked around in the room she was in for a mirror. Upon locating one, she stared in disbelief.
Hathor had somehow turned Sam into a small, eight year old child. She tentatively reached up and touched her face. Mirror Sam did the same thing. She slumped down onto the floor and drew her legs up. At least my clothes shrank as well, Sam thought in despair.
She looked up as the door opened. She scrambled to her feet and backed away as two Jaffa walked in. They bent down and grabbed her by the arms, lifting into the air. She uselessly kicked her legs, trying to strike her captors but was unable to due to the angle she was at.
The Jaffa carried her to a large room and chained her to the ceiling. Sam watched as Hathor sashayed over, a chilling smile on her face. "How do you like your new form?" Hathor asked in a pleased voice.
Sam spat at Hathor. The glob of spit struck Hathor on the face and Sam grinned. "Go to hell Hathor," she said.
Hathor violently backhanded Sam. "We will enjoy watching you suffer." She snapped her fingers and Braedon walked up, holding a rod with three prongs at the end. Sam's eyes widened as she recognized the device.
"Work your way up to the highest setting," Hathor ordered.
"With pleasure," Braedon said.
Hathor smiled. "We really have no idea what will happen. This device has never been used on one so young."
Sam's pulse began racing as the device inched its way closer to her flesh. She closed her eyes and waited. After several moments she felt the cold metal on her skin before her muscles began seizing uncontrollably. She willed her mouth shut, unwilling to let Hathor have the satisfaction of her crying out in pain.
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Elphaba stood on the eastern tower, her gaze fixed on where she knew the Emerald City to be. Fiyero and Glinda had done all they could to keep her at the castle, even having to resort to hiding the broom. She had yelled and screamed at them that her daughter needed her, but they wouldn't hear of her leaving the castle.
She folded her arms and cursed her helplessness. She suddenly turned around, sensing someone behind her. Daniel nodded to her, an empathetic look on his face. She ignored him and turned back to glaring at the distant city.
"You can feel it too, can't you?" he questioned softly.
"Feel what?" Elphaba demanded.
"That something's wrong with Sam," he said.
"Mother's intuition," she said with a shrug. "I just…I feel so helpless here."
"I know," he said. "I've felt the same way."
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"About a year ago, Sam was captured by one of our enemies. We didn't know if she was alive or not. I felt so helpless guilty."
"Why guilty?" Elphaba asked.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I just felt like if I had been there I could've stopped it from happening."
"Do you love her?" Elphaba asked.
Daniel was slightly thrown by her sudden question. "Love her?"
"Yes. Do you love her as a friend, or as something else?"
Daniel remained silent and thought for a moment. "I'm…I actually don't know," he admitted. "For a while I thought something was going on between her and Jack O'Neill, but apparently everyone was wrong about that."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, they were only attracted to each other because the rules said they were allowed to fraternize with each other since they were both officers in the same chain of command," he said. "I guess once Jack got transferred, the risk of it kinda wore off."
"So do you love her?" she repeated.
"What makes you think I do?" he inquired.
"The way you look at her," she said.
Daniel smiled faintly. "I care about her, but I'm still trying to sort through my feelings for one of our other friends who was killed a few years ago." He shrugged. "Whether I do love her or not, she'll always be my friend."
"If anything happens to her, there won't be a safe place for this Goa'uld to hide from me," Elphaba suddenly said, her fist slamming down into the stone. Daniel wisely made a note to never get on Elphaba's bad side, especially if he and Sam had shared feelings for each other.
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Sam weakly opened her eyes, her whole body screaming in pain. She whimpered as she moved her arms, not realizing they were still chained over her head. Hathor's cruel face suddenly filled her vision.
"Glad to see you awake," she purred. "You've been out for two days and we have not yet reached the maximum setting."
Braedon stepped forward, a cruel smile on his face. "I imagine this will hurt," he said with a chuckle.
"Try…it on…yourself…" Sam snarled painfully.
"I'd rather try it on you," he said and stabbed the rod into her back.
Sam threw her head back in pain as her back arched. She felt a scream rising in her throat and could not stop it from escaping. Hathor grinned in satisfaction. She motioned for Braedon to stop and he did so. She knelt down in front of Sam.
"Swear allegiance to us and the pain will stop," she offered.
"N…never," Sam whimpered. "You…ugly…"
Hathor's eyes flared and she activated the hand device. Sam winced in pain, the unpleasant but familiar feeling of her mind being torn apart molecule by molecule. Hathor stopped after a moment and looked expectantly at Sam.
"One little word is all it takes for us to stop," she said.
"Up…yours…" Sam growled.
Hathor shook her head sadly. "You could have lived forever." She took the device from Braedon and placed it on the highest possible setting. "We will still enjoy killing you," she said.
Sam trembled slightly in fear, her bravado broken as the device crept closer to her. She shut her eyes as tears slid down her face. Goodbye my friends, she thought when the device brushed her skin. She threw her head back and shrieked in pain.
Stay tuned to see what happens next. I still need to finish the next chapter, but I've been too excited the past few days to write.
Elphie Muse: I wonder why...
So, I will try to finish the next chapter, but until then, please review. Reviews make me happy and feel appreciated.