Okay, so I'm actually doing an A/N today, so yay for that. I'm still on a high from seeing Wicked last night, but hey, who cares? It was an awesome show, as usual (stage wasn't as good as Broadway's though...oh well...), and the cast was really good. Especially Glinda when she was bouncing around in the first act...I think she might have been vibrating come to think of it...
But I degress. Here is today's chapter. Since some people are a bit confusified at why the Witch of the West is good, the next chapter will be a summary of Wicked. So I hope that helps explains stuff.
As usual, Wicked and Stargate SG-1 aren't mine...yet...I just need to get several billion dollars and buy them...
Bit of randomness here, but they need to make Wicked into a movie! Now!
Hathor's smile widened as she watched Sam lose consciousness. She removed the torture device. "All too easy," she murmured. A sudden crash drew her attention away from Sam. She watched as Braedon fell to the ground. A figure stood over him, a wooden club in hand. The figure was dressed completely in black, but had an elongated face like that of a canine.
Several more figures similar to the first appeared from the shadows and quickly surrounded Hathor, rendering her unconscious with a strange white powder. The first figure unchained Sam and scooped her into their arms. The black clad figures quickly made their way out of the torture room and into the dark alleyways of the city.
They ran down the streets, staying close to the shadows and darkness. Shouts soon went up from the direction of the palace, but they ignored them. They soon made their way out of the city and changed direction. They began heading northwest, still moving as fast as they could. They passed several villages but skirted them, not wanting to draw any attention to themselves.
They continued their swift journey for several long hours. They ran at a steady lope, carefully passing Sam's unconscious form so that none of them grew too tired. As the sun began to rise they finally halted at a small, hidden village deep in the northern part of the Kells Mountains, near the Ugabu boarder. They silently made their way to a large house in the center of the village.
The group entered the house and made their way to a bedroom. As they set their burden on the soft mattress, a woman walked in. She had long black hair and a kind face. She wore a dark blue kimono and wore white socks on her feet. The masked figures backed away and removed their masks, revealing wolf heads.
The woman turned to the lead Wolf. "I am relieved to see you all alive," she said.
"It was not easy Kesa," the Wolf said. "She was well guarded and it took us time to find her."
"She is safe now," Kesa said. "I set some food out for you and your pack my friend," she told him.
The Wolf motioned for his companions to go ahead and they slowly left the room. He knelt down near the mattress and folded his hands upon his lap. Kesa dipped a cloth into a bowl of cool water and placed it upon Sam's head. She then turned to the Wolf.
"Kael, are you not hungry?" she asked.
"Who could hate a child so much that they would nearly kill her?" he asked her.
"Someone evil," Kesa replied. "If you are insistent at not leaving her side, I will have some food and drink brought to you." He nodded his thanks and she left.
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Sam slowly came back into consciousness, her whole body on fire. She tried to move her arms, but her muscles screamed in pain. She gave up trying to move and opened her eyes. A strange room met her gaze and she looked around as best she could.
"It is good to see you awake," a warm voice said.
Sam looked up as a strange face came into view. Silver and black fur covered the face and elongated nose. "Where…am…I?" she struggled out.
"You are safe," he said. "My name is Kael. My pack and I rescued you from the empress. We had received intelligence that she held a child prisoner." Sam began trying to open her mouth to say something else. He rested a hand-paw on her shoulder. "Rest child. You've been through much over the last few days."
Sam closed her eyes and slowly drifted back asleep. Kesa walked in a few moments later. "I heard voices," she said.
"She awoke briefly," Kael said. "She is a fighter."
"Just like her mother," Kesa said softly. "When will it be safe to move her?"
He shook his head. "Not for many months," he said. "She was close to death when we found her."
"We should try and send word though."
He sighed. "There is too much of a risk that it could be intercepted," he said. "Once she gains enough strength, we will return her to Kiamo Ko."
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Sam opened her eyes, blinking to adjust to the light. She struggled to sit up, but her muscles screamed in protest. She closed her eyes and focused her breathing. She clenched her jaw and slowly lifted her left leg, sweat forming on her skin with the effort. Her eyes were shut, but she could feel her leg rising off of the mattress. She slowly bent it and held it aloft for several moments. Once done she carefully extended it and rested it back on the mattress. She then did the same to her right leg.
She did the exercise several times. By the end, tears were squeezing out of her closed eyes. She opened her eyes and let out a shaky breath. She heard a door slide close and saw a woman walk into view.
"You have much determination for one so young," she said.
"I'm a lot older than I look," Sam replied. "How long has it been since I've been brought here?" she asked.
"Two weeks," the woman answered. "We were beginning to grow worried that you would not make it." She used a damp cloth to wipe off the sweat on Sam's brow. "I am Kesa," she said.
"Samantha Carter."
Kesa frowned. "Carter?" she repeated. "You are certain you are not the child of Elphaba and Fiyero?"
Sam arched a brow at her. "Who says I am?"
"Several weeks ago we were told by Chistery that Elphaba's daughter had returned," Kesa said.
"And you assumed that was me?" she asked.
"We discovered that the empress had taken a child from the Vinkus prisoner. We thought that the child was the daughter."
"Well…you are right," Sam said. "Elphaba and Fiyero are my parents."
"Then why do you use the name Carter?"
"Long story," Sam muttered. "I'll try to explain, but do you mind if I rest a bit first?" she asked.
Kesa shook her head. "Rest. I am sure Kael would like to be here when you explain," she said. Sam nodded and closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep.
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Sam awoke sometime later, the only light coming from lamps and candles. She determinately began rolling out her ankles, ensuring that the blood in her legs moved to her heart faster than if she just lied there without doing anything. She began working on her wrists when Kesa and Kael walked in. Kael was now wearing a pair of hakama pants and a loose gi jacket. They knelt down next to the mattress Sam was lying on.
"Feeling better?" Kesa asked.
"Little," Sam answered.
"Kesa says you use a different name than Thropp or Tigalaar. Why is that?" Kael asked her.
"About three years ago…" Sam began.
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Elphaba sat on the windowsill in Sam's room, the curtain wrapped around her. She stared vacantly out of the window, her eyes red from crying. Three weeks had passed since Sam's abduction. Elphaba had managed to send the rest of SG-1 back to Earth a week ago, in spite of their protests. She had finally won out in the end, saying she could not find a way to safely give Teal'c an immune system and that the spell would most likely send the three of them back no matter what she intended.
She sighed and let out a slow, shaky sigh. Glinda had tried to cheer her friend up and help as best she could, but nothing was working. Fiyero did his best to stay strong, but every so often one of the servants could see unshed tears shining in his eyes. The servants said nothing about it, but they also missed Sam. Even the Flying Monkeys missed the blonde.
Of all the inhabitants of Kiamo Ko, though, Elphaba was taking Sam's disappearance the hardest. She had found her daughter only to lose her once more. The pain was almost more than she could bear. The jade woman shunned all company save for Chistery, who silently sat next to his mistress.
The Flying Monkey looked up from his position on the floor and saw that Elphaba had drifted into a restless sleep once more. Not having the strength to carry her over to the bed, he retrieved several of the pillows and made a makeshift bed on the sill. Once that was done, he guided Elphaba's sleeping form down onto the pillows, placing an actual blanket over her. He then sat next to her, watching over her protectively as he had done since Elphaba had freed him and his brethren from the Wizard.
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Kael sat back on his haunches and absently scratched himself behind his left ear. "That is a most interesting tale," he finally said.
"It's the truth," Sam said.
"We believe you," Kesa said.
"And once you are strong enough to leave, we will head for Kiamo Ko at all possible speed. But first you must regain your strength," Kael said.
"I will bring some food in for you," Kesa said. "You can start rebuilding your strength tomorrow."
Sam nodded and watched them leave. Her thoughts floated towards her friends and she hoped they were okay. She then thought of her parents and Glinda and prayed that they were safe.
Sorry for the shortness of it, but it's more of a fillerish chapter. Anywho, please review! The next "chapter" is actually a summary of Wicked since some don't know the story.