Italics are for Sam's thoughts. Regular are the hallucinations that she's having.

Nightmarish images swarmed around her in a haze: the first time she had killed someone, the photos of her mother's car accident, the faces of the Kull warriors, and a thousand other horrific things that she had been forced to deal with through the years. But in spite of it all, his face was more pronounced than the other horrors. He was looking at her with a look that she couldn't quite describe. It was as though the looks that he gave to the likes of Kinsey and Maybourne were coupled with the look that he had given her when he walked out of her lab after her confession.

"Sir." She greeted, warily.

"Carter." He said, his expression vague.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. She hadn't expected him to show up during her torture.

"What any normal person would be doing here."

"You're here to comfort me?" She asked, surprised. She decided that she shouldn't have been, since he was always there for his team.

His team. What team? I have done what no Goa'uld, system lord or even death could do…I split up SG-1.

But there was something about the look in his eye that made her uncomfortable. It wasn't the look that she would expect from someone comforting her, it was the look that she had come to expect on the faces of system lords when SG-1 was captured.

"Keep ya company, keep ya on your toes…yadda, yadda, yadda…"

She sank to the ground, though there really wasn't a ground to sink to. It was as if she was in a hell with swirling waters of darkness, each pool filled with another image taken from the closely guarded depths of her mind. "Sir, they're running tests on me."

"Yeah. They are."

"That doesn't bother you?" She asked, sincerely.

"Well, Carter, I mean, don't get me wrong…I'm not sure anybody deserves this kind of treatment, but…it will help a lot of people."

"Sir?"

"I mean, Jolinar died to save you, and consequently has saved you from other things…I mean, why wouldn't you want to find a way to give what the Tok'ra offered both you and your dad to other people. Carter, we're talking about a miracle drug here."

"And we're talking about my life. Did I hurt you so badly that you want to see me die?"

"Carter…" He said, walking toward her. "You didn't hurt me…this was part of the plan all along."

"I don't understand."

"Oh come on, Carter, you've seen me in action. You know what I'm capable of. I was black ops for most of my career. You honestly want me to believe that you didn't know that I could be capable of being a double agent?"

"Why?"

"Because it was lucrative."

"But…you took the first Stargate mission because you were suicidal. Your son had just died."

"Yes." He said, carefully. "But nothing that Daniel said changed my mind. I realized that it was going to become a controversial issue, and I wanted to get in on the ground work. Working with the NID was better for me financially. They were willing to wait for me to get intel."

"But…Makepeace, and you…you…"

"I led the Asgard, Tollan, and SGC to the NID, right? Yeah, well…Makepeace was a good cover, but…not quite good enough. After all, Makepeace really only had access to a handful of mission files that weren't his own. I, on the other hand, had access to everything that wasn't in the medical archives. And half of the interesting medical things happened to SG-1. Why do you think I sat there, waiting for all of you when you were recovering? Did you really think it was because I CARED?"

She shrank back. "You're not Jack O'Neill."

"And you know who Jack O'Neill is?"

She started to get somewhat defiant. "Yes. As a matter of fact I do."

"As well as he knew you?" He spat back, laying the trump card on the table.

"I never meant to hurt you." She whispered, retreating back into her mind. "You're the last person I would want to hurt."

He grabbed her wrist and she was pulled from her safe place back into the battle ground. "Keep telling yourself that." He whispered, pulling her close as he rocked her back and forth wildly. "Because this is going to be worse than Netu."

A sharp pain in her side, like a goa'uld pain stick caught her by surprise. She screamed and when she was finished screaming, she inhaled something that smelled like burning flesh. Her head started spinning with dizziness and her stomach started turning with nausea. The pain didn't end, however, like a normal pain stick. It continued, and managed to intensify. "STOP IT JACK!" She yelled through her tears. "PLEASE! JACK!"

He watched, a cold look of pleasure in his eye. It was the last thing she remembered before she blacked out.