Chapter 5: Even You Can't Deny It

"Sam, stop worrying. You're fine and what you're experiencing is a natural process. Stop freaking out." Janet reprimanded her best friend. Never in her life had Sam looked so worried and Janet didn't know what to do. "Sam, you have to tell me exactly what's bothering you otherwise I can't help."

"Janet, she knew what I was thinking, it was almost like she was me! She knows how I feel about the General and she thinks that he feels the same way. As much as I want to believe that she's right something tells me that it's just wishful thinking." Sam's eyes were tearing up, she tried to calm down but it didn't stop teas from streaming freely from her eyes and falling onto herself and onto Janet, who had pulled her into a hug.

"Don't bother Doctor Frasier, I'm here. The General let his thoughts run wild and I might have picked up on them. It was when I got a little insulted that he figured it out. He let me explain my idea though before he thought about shipping me here." Isabel was standing in the doorway looking at Sam and the Doctor.

"Will you come with me and remove anything metal that might interfere with the scanner." The doctor informed Isabel as she headed over to the MRI. "How many words did the General fit into the conversation?"

"Well… 43. Sam, the General said he would come to see you in a little bit. Well, he thought it and I said that I'd tell you." Isabel flashed Sam a smile as she placed her necklace and bracelet onto a table inside of the room. She lay down and closed her eyes. She almost started crying when she heard all of the thoughts of the nurses. She focussed her mind, trying to block out the noise but it was too much for her to handle when she was this tired. She let all of the voices wash over her for the next two hours as she lay completely still.

"We're done, hopefully we can find out what did this to you and how it is making you read people's minds." Janet informed her. "Maybe we can fix it."

"It's not a disease that you can cure me from, I've always been able to hear people's thoughts and it's not by choice. Their voices just overwhelm my mind, that's why when Sam first met me I was sat by a few people, the further away they are, the quieter their thoughts. There are some people whose thoughts I can hear wherever." Isabel was hurt and she had never opened up to anyone like that before.

"Whose thoughts fill your mind like that?" Janet's mind filled with ideas and theories.

"I've never heard anyone with louder thoughts than you. But in answer to your question, I'm talking about these two people." She showed Janet the same picture Sam had seen, "Leila and Emily, right now they're thinking about how to surprise me and how we can celebrate my birthday. They will be really hurt when I'm not there but I guess I can try to apologise, if I get home." Isabel was sure that they were going to keep her there until they learnt more about her talent, if you could call it that.

"Why don't you sleep, you've been up for thirty-six hours, you need rest. I don't want you to get up until you've had at least three hours of sleep. Trust me when I say that I'll know if you get up."

"Wait, how's Sam? She looked like she could pass out from lack of nutrition a few hours ago. And I mean it." Isabel wanted to be sure that Sam was right about the Colonel's assumption.

"People in her condition are prone to these spells of sudden sickness. But of course you aren't aware of her condition. Or, maybe you're not one hundred per cent sure of it. Colonel Carter is nearly four months pregnant. You probably should have gotten the information out of her but you know how stubborn she is." Janet escorted Isabel to a bed and informed her that she needed to sleep there until the results of her test came back.

'This is worse than you had anticipated. You promised me Osiris, you promised that they didn't know how to detect my ship and yet, they are attempting to. You'd better hope that they do not succeed or it will be your life on the line.' A South African voice sounded from her mouth, somehow it was slightly metallic. She saw flashes of hieroglyphs and her hand lifting; causing the woman stood in front of her to fall to the ground and writhed in pain. She heard her own voice shrill with laughter, taking pleasure in what she was doing. 'Who is the one who showed them the secrets of the gods?'

'I believe her name is Isabel and she has the ability to hear the thoughts of others, she would be an able host if she was captured my lord Ba'al.' The woman panted. She sounded English but had the same metallic ring to it. She was looking at her with a mischievous smile on her face.

Isabel was writhing in her bed, screaming in an intense pain, her eyes screwed shut. There was no way out, she was lost in the cavern of someone's mind. The more she was drawn in, the more terrible the images. She then sat up, uncontrollably sweating, her eyes were scanning the room; holding back tears. Doctor Frasier and Sam had tried to hold her down; behind them she saw Daniel and the general staring at her in both shock and worry. "He knows what we're doing, he knows who I am and he won't stop until he gets me!" Isabel was shaking with fear; her words baffled the four people looking at her.

"Who knows? Isabel? Who knows?" Sam asked her, she looked Isabel directly in the eye. 'If that person is who I think they are, we will definitely have a hard time trying to keep this a secret.' There was no hiding what she was thinking.

"Ba'al. It was Ba'al. He was talking to this woman he called Osiris and he, we, were torturing the information out of her. At first he came here out of anger but now he's coming here to take me." Isabel was still shaking and she was talking too quickly for anyone to understand. "He's coming to take me as his host, I was inside his mind, he knows what I can do and he thinks that by taking me as a host that he can stop us from finishing the research."

"Her story is too wild to make it up; even you can't deny that, sir." Sam said to the General, flashing him her most humorous smile.