Sorry, another fairly short one, but work has to come first for the next few weeks. Just a heads up, tempers flair and so does the language in this chapter.
Cameron's head jerked up in surprise when he heard the heavy thump of a diesel pull into the yard; he hadn't expected Wilks back nearly this soon. He awkwardly picked up the chair and moved to stand next to the front door of the cabin. This was probably one of the stupidest ideas he'd ever had- which was really saying something in some peoples' opinions- but his Type A personality wasn't about to let him sit around and wait for the rescue he knew would be coming.
It seemed to take forever for Wilks to enter the house and Cam was more than ready when the thick wooden door finally crashed open. He took a large back swing to gain momentum, sizing it up so that the top corner of the chair would land in a place to do the most damage, but he froze several feet before hitting Wilks when he saw what, or rather who the big marine was carrying.
"Oh God, Carolyn."
Wilks ignored his tortured whisper and gently laid Carolyn on the old, but comfy looking couch.
Cam's mind raced as he watched the scene play out before him. He could think of only one reason Wilks would have brought Carolyn into this sick little game of his; he was going to hurt her to get at Mitchell. He pulled relentlessly on the plastic, feeling the stiff material bite into his wrists, "Sgt, this is between you and me, leave Carolyn out of this, it has nothing to do with her." Cameron forced himself to keep his voice as level as possible; maybe if he stayed calm, Wilks would too.
"She has everything to do with this Col."
Cameron's frustration and anger at the situation turned to pure, unadulterated rage as Wilks ran his hand through Carolyn's silky black hair. "Get your fucking hands off her you sick son of a bitch!"
Wilks turned a malicious smile in his direction, "She is not yours to protect Col, she belongs to me."
Knowing he was rushing into a fight he most likely wouldn't win, Mitchell charged Wilks anyway, anything to get him away from Carolyn.
The Sgt was knocked to the floor by the unexpected attack. Cursing himself for underestimating the Col yet again, he turned and parried several of Mitchell's off-balance kicks before delivering a series of strikes to Cam's face and body.
Cameron landed one more kick before he lost the fight to keep his balance; darkness enveloped him when his head bounced off the rough wood planks of the floor.
Wilks took up his previous position by Carolyn's side and resumed stroking her hair. He knew it would be several hours before she awakened, so he took a few minutes to show his love without fear of recrimination. He placed a tender kiss on her forehead, then assured himself that the padding between the zip-tie and her wrists was sufficient to prevent her any pain. The marine moved down the hall to retrieve the long-chained handcuffs that currently resided in the bedroom; he attached one side to the leg of the couch before padding the other end and clicking it around Lam's slim ankle.
He pulled another dining room table chair into the living room and simply watched Carolyn sleep until the alarm on his watch began beeping. Wilks grabbed his duffle bag and headed out the door without sparing a glace at the prone figure sprawled on his living room floor.
STARGATE: SG-1
All three of them paced their respective corners of the room as they waited for Landry and Reynolds to join them. They'd come through the gate minutes before and made their way to the briefing room without bothering to de-vest of their weapons and packs. None had said a word since they'd left the council chambers.
Finally Sam couldn't contain it anymore, "how the hell did this happen? I mean, shit, the base is supposed to be one of the most secure places in the country!"
"Sam," Daniel gave a half-hearted attempt at calming her down, but the truth of it was that he wasn't all that calm himself.
Their heads jerked up in unison as their awaited company finally arrived; Landry seemed to have aged ten years since they'd seen him that morning, and Reynolds wasn't fairing much better. The marine Col knew a lot of people were counting on him to get this resolved quickly, not the least of whom were Col Mitchell and Dr Lam.
"Anything?"
The General didn't even acknowledge that he'd heard the question as he slumped into his chair at the head of the table; Landry had been concerned enough when it was just Cameron missing, but now that his daughter was gone as well, he was finding it extremely difficult to maintain a professional demeanor.
When he realized the General wasn't going to respond to Daniel's question, Reynolds shook his head. "It was a shift change so thirty-three cars were allowed off base before we discovered that Dr. Lam had been abductedeleven of those correspond with personnel who let around the time Col Mitchell was abducted; but no one saw anything, and once again the security cameras were no help."
"What, does this son of a bitch know the location of every single security camera on the fucking base?"
Sam and Teal'c nearly gave themselves whiplash snapping their heads around to stare at Jackson; being fluent in twenty-three languages, Daniel rarely resorted to cursing- at least not in English. "DanielJackson?"
"Sorry," Jackson murmured without really looking up.
Teal'c nodded, understanding his friend's distress. "What is our next course of action?"
"We keep looking. I've ordered that those personnel be recalled ASAP for questioning and a search of their vehicles. Right now we're going with the assumption that the two incidents are related, and Carolyn's trail is warmer."
Walter rushed in with an emergency before the conversation could continue any further; apparently the universe didn't stop just because the 2IC and CMO of the SGC were missing. Landry stared at the message in his hand, knowing that he had to take care of it. He growled out his frustration, "I don't care how many laws or regulations you have to break, just find them- quickly!"
STARGATE: SG-1
The last thing Carolyn expected to smell when she woke was mothballs and wood smoke; the second to last thing she expected was to open her eyes to a dark Navajo print straight out of the seventies. The combination of those two factors had her eyes open wide and her fog-filled brain clear extremely quickly. The fact that her hands were tied completely escaped her notice until she bolted upright and had to grab the couch for support. It didn't take long for the events of the day to come back and her first thought was for Cameron.
A quiet groan drew her attention to the floor several feet off the end of the couch, "Cameron!"
Another broken groan answered her exclamation; pale blue eyes, clouded over with pain, opened in her direction. They seemed to focus on her pleading grey ones for the briefest second before sliding closed again.
Lam leapt off the couch only to be painfully pulled back by the handcuff encircling her ankle; she gave a couple ineffectual tugs on the hardware before turning her attention back to her injured friend. "Cameron, Cam, I need you to wake up again; open those baby blues for me now." Carolyn tried to maintain a stern and level tone; after his third concussion, she'd learned that he responded much better to orders than to pleading.
But this time he remained stubbornly still and silent.
Carolyn stroked his knee, the only part of him that she could reach. "Please Cameron, I need you."