A/N: Happy Easter everybody!
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1.
By the way, they 'temporarily' canceled SG-1 and Atlantis here in the Netherlands... Sometimes I can really hate Dutch television networks...
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Chapter 15
- P3X-747, City of Largos
'Good afternoon. How are you feeling?'
Sam was awake.
Lana stood beside her bed, carrying a tray with food and water.
'I thought you might be hungry.'
Sam sat up straight. Her leg was hurting less.
'Thanks.' She accepted the tray.
'You haven't answered my question.' Lana pulled up a chair.
'I'm ok, I guess.' Sam dipped a piece of bread into the bowl of soup.
'Where is everyone?'
Lana's smile faded. She quickly explained to Sam that Jack and Teal'c had been captured, and that Daniel and Logan together with SG-15 had gone to rescue them.
'When did they leave?' Sam asked, worried.
'They left at dawn… five hours ago.' Lana answered.
'It couldn't have taken more than an hour to get there.' Sam estimated.
When she and Logan had been in the Glider, they discovered they were actually quite close to Largos.
'Something must have gone wrong.'
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- P3X-747, Goa'uld camp
'Jack, we gotta go back.'
Daniel, Jack, Teal'c and SG-15 were in the forest, hiding from the Jaffa.
Jack and Teal'c had received first aid.
'Dr. Jackson, you saw him go down. You said yourself it was too late.' Captain Sorez commented.
'Sorez, there's one thing you're forgetting.' Jack said as he loaded Logan's Glock.
'We don't leave our people behind.'
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- P3X-747, City of Largos
Sam saw Logan's jacket lying next to her.
She took it, not understanding why he didn't take it with him. But for some reason it was comforting having his jacket with her.
'You care for him, do you not?' Lana asked.
Sam looked at her, and back at the jacket, knowing what she meant.
'I have gotten to know him in the last few days.' She said.
'Actually, we've all just known him for a couple of days.'
Lana smiled.
'He is a charismatic man. When I met him I immediately felt at ease with him. Like I could tell him my darkest secret, and he would listen and give advice. I trusted him. There are not many people who have the ability to gain your trust with the glance of an eye, Samantha.' She said.
Sam nodded.
'I know what you mean.'
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- P3X-747, Goa'uld Ha'tak
Logan was in a dark room. The only light came from a small barred window high up one of the walls.
He was unconscious. And chained up against the ceiling, just as Sam had been. His shirt had been ripped off. His weapons and utility-vest gone.
Three beautiful Jaffa-women were with him, scarcely dressed. One of them was treating the wound on his shoulder with a healing-device.
The wound on his leg was ignored.
The doors slid open just as the woman had finished. The three women backed away into a corner, fear and hatred in their eyes, as someone entered the room.
He was a large black Jaffa. He was bigger than the one that had been torturing Jack, perhaps three heads over Teal'c.
On his forehead shimmered a symmetrical, tribal symbol in gold.
He walked around the unconscious Colonel, revealing a painstick in his hand.
Suddenly he hit him the back with it.
Logan arched, the eerie glow emitting from his eyes and mouth.
The Jaffa stopped and spat in front of Logan's feet.
'Colonel Jack O'Neill.' He said, walking around Logan again.
'Dr. Daniel Jackson. Teal'c, the shol'va.'
He was facing Logan again, and brought his face very close to his.
'Major Samantha Carter.'
He pulled back again and hit him another time with the painstick.
'These are the members of the so called, "SG-1"
Yet they appear to have another member. Where were you before? Where you too afraid to face the Goa'uld?'
He leaned in again.
'I see fear in your eyes, human. Perhaps you realise now, that you stand before your God.'
Logan looked him into the eye.
'The guy that said I had a big ego, should clearly pay you a visit.
Since when are you First Primes calling yourself Gods? Shouldn't you leave that up to your snaky little bosses?'
The Jaffa simply smiled.
'You know a lot about us, while I know nothing of you. Who are you?' he asked.
'Who's asking?'
The Jaffa now hit him with the back of his hand.
'I am your Lord K'Lel, you conceited worm.'
Logan spat out some blood.
'Did you seriously say "conceited worm"?'
The Jaffa hit him with the painstick until Logan lost consciousness again.
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- P3X-747, Goa'uld camp
'It looks like they're all standing guard.' Jack noted.
He, Daniel and Teal'c were lying sheltered, watching the Jaffa.
'I think they're expecting us, Jack.'
The entire Jaffa-force was standing outside the Ha'tak.
'We can take them, O'Neill.'
'I don't know, T. I'd feel better if we'd radio SG-8 in.'
'There may not be time, Jack.'
'I know Danny. I know.'
They went back to SG-15.
'Major, tell me about the explosives.' Jack asked.
'Sir, Colonel Evans ordered us to plant C4 in the cargobay of every Al'kesh. Combined with the naquadah present, they should give quite a blow, sir.'
'Jack, there wasn't a lot of naquadah in the Ha'tak. I don't think they've mined a lot yet. But the explosions should amplify each other. If we detonate all six at once…'
'Right. Any chance they found the explosives?'
'I don't think so, sir.' Robins replied.
'They haven't been searching for them. We have made no actions but a rescue-attempt.'
Jack thought for a while.
'Alright, kids, new plan.' He said.
'We will go in, guns blazin'. Fortunately, there isn't that large of a force. We need to reach the Ha'tak and seal it from the inside. The majority of them seem to be outside; that will be to our advantage. Once we get Evans out, and are clear of the area, Robins, detonate the charges. Is that clear to everyone?'
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- P3X-747, City of Largos.
'Hey Sam, how are you feeling?' Kyra entered the room.
Lana had left moments ago.
'Pretty well, considering the circumstances. Is there any word about Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c yet?' Sam asked.
'Oh. Captain Pierce said Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c are safe.'
'Thank God.' Sam said relieved.
'Will they be returning soon?'
Kyra's face clouded.
'No, something happened. Colonel Evans was shot and taken by the Goa'uld. They are going back to get him out.'
Sam didn't say anything, but looked at Kyra in shock. Subconsciously, she gripped Logan's jacket a little tighter.
'Listen, now that I have you alone, I've been meaning to ask you something.' Kyra said, sitting down.
'Sure, go ahead.' Sam replied, grateful for the distraction.
'Is there something between you and Colonel O'Neill?'
'I… what?' Sam asked, surprised by the unexpected question.
'I don't mean to pry or anything. But do you have feelings for him?'
'I… We… I… have a boyfriend, Kyra.' Sam responded.
'Really?' Kyra reacted surprised.
'I'm sorry. I didn't know.'
'No it's alright… It's just… I'm actually a bit confused, to tell you the truth.'
'You can talk to me, if you want.'
'Well… Pete and I… I don't think it's going well. He's a great guy, but I don't…'
'Feel the same anymore.' Kyra finished her sentence.
'Yeah. It's strange to hear it aloud, but yeah.'
'And you and Colonel O'Neill…'
'Me and Colonel O'Neill… is impossible. Even if we had romantic feelings towards each other, it just couldn't happen. He is my commanding officer, one of us would have to leave SG-1. And neither one of us is willing to do that. And it wouldn't be right. It would disrupt so many things. Break the team apart.'
'But do you have feelings for him?' Kyra again asked.
Sam looked at her.
'I don't know. I really don't know, Kyra.'
Kyra nodded, looking at the jacket Sam was holding.
'Logan…' She said with a smile.
'Logan?' Sam asked confused.
'I hope he's alright.' Kyra said.
'Listen, I'll leave you to rest. And perhaps… If you need to, you can talk to Lana. She is very wise, Sam. She might be able to give you advice.'
'Thanks.' Sam said.
'I am feeling tired. Must be the medicines…'
Kyra left, and Sam pulled the blankets tighter around her. She placed the jacket beside her pillow.
'I hope he's alright too…'