"Um…where are we going?" Daniel asked, beginning to grow confused. When a group of marines had come to his room announcing that Jack had ordered for Daniel to come with them, Daniel had been too concerned with what was happening with Sam to question them. He had been angry when Jack insisted Daniel stay in his room, still guarded though only by two men, when Daniel knew that Sam would be waking up soon. He wondered if the guard was there to keep him safe, on the off chance Sam escaped, or if it was there to keep him from sneaking out and finding Sam on his own. Knowing Jack, Daniel suspected it was both.
He understood why everyone thought it would be better if he stayed there, ranging from 'Sam was just trying to kill you and we don't know how she will react' to 'you're still recovering', but understanding and agreeing were two different things. He also felt that if Sam woke up and he wasn't there, she might feel like he didn't trust her, and he desperately wanted to help her know that they were still friends. It wasn't that he hadn't been affected by her attacks; he still had nightmares that featured her face and her words. He knew that they would have to work to overcome that and struggle to reach someplace anywhere close to the level of trust and friendship that they had shared before. But he was determined that they would reach that place, and he would be there for Sam, knowing what she would be going through. He more than anyone should know what it was like to be under an alien influence and to hurt people he loved. Unfortunately, no one else had seen it that way, though they all promised to update him on Sam as soon as possible.
In fact, when he had heard the voices at the door, he figured that's what they were there for. Then, when a wheel chair was called for, he thought that just maybe Jack had relented, or Sam had been deemed safe, and he was now going to her side. He didn't really pay attention to where they were wheeling him, being preoccupied with what Sam was going through. It filled him with an overwhelming mixture of hope and fear. There was hope that she was better but also his own trepidation at seeing her again, a trembling sort of fear that made him ashamed, knowing it hadn't been her. It was only when his chair halted in front of an elevator that he started to pay attention to where they were. If they had been going to see Sam, they should have reached her by now; after all they had both been in the infirmary, though in different parts. They definitely shouldn't have to change levels. And if Jack hadn't ordered for him to be brought there, where in the world were they going? Hence his question.
"Your services as a translator are required," one of the men answered him, "Colonel O'Neill approved of your transfer."
"He did," Daniel stated, doubtfully. There was no way Jack would do something like that, at least not without telling Daniel first. He looked more closely at the marines. They all had blank expressions, the look of men who followed their orders without question or hesitation. They made him nervous.
"It's urgent," the man said.
"Right," Daniel answered, as the elevator pinged. The door began to open. Before he could be wheeled inside, Daniel made sudden use of his legs, leaping out of the chair and past the startled marines.
"Knew I didn't need the stupid wheelchair," Daniel panted to himself as he sprinted down the hall. He knew he would feel silly later, escaping his escort if all of this turned out to be legitimate, but he couldn't take the chance. Unfortunately, his short burst of adrenaline could only do so much with his weakened state, and the next thing he knew he was being thrown to the ground as someone tackled him from behind.
"Help!" he shouted, determined not to be taken without a fight, "I'm being atta…" but then a hand was shoved over his mouth. He thrashed wildly, ignoring the pain that had erupted sharply through his chest and the dizziness that came with it. Weakened though he was, he had almost managed to break free when he felt something sharp pricking him. Immediately, his limbs became like stone, his body going limp and finally the world slipped away completely.
No more than a minute later, Daniel was once more sitting in the wheelchair, now more or less draped into it. He was pushed into the elevator, and the doors closed. Back in the infirmary, Jack was storming through Daniel's room, holding his temper shortly in check in favor of information. He could scream at the two men later; right now he needed to know where Daniel had gone.
The entire base was on alert, but so far nothing had turned up. The paperwork requesting Dr Jackson be moved was all very clear, complete with Jack's own signature, though Jack knew he had signed nothing of the kind. The security cameras for the entire level had some kind of malfunction, and were showing nothing. Sam was hysterical enough that Janet had felt the need to sedate her. Jack didn't trust himself in her presence, knowing that, alien influence or not, she had caused Daniel's kidnapping. He left the interrogation to Teal'c while he led the search.
"You must tell us who has taken Daniel Jackson," Teal'c insisted, once the sedative started to take effect.
"I sold him out," Sam whispered, still in shock over everything she had done, "I was going to just hire someone, but I needed someone who could reach him; someone who knew how to erase the evidence. I knew I couldn't get close enough, so I needed someone else. How sick am I?"
"You are not at fault," Teal'c answered, his voice reassuringly confident in his statement, "You were not yourself."
"I showed them a way in. I gave them the documents; I forged the colonel's signature!"
"Who did you contact?" Teal'c asked.
"No one," Sam said with a grim laugh, "They contacted me. I guess they had been keeping an eye on me. I don't know. But a woman came to visit me. She called herself Myra Attison. Colonel Myra Attison. I wanted them to kill Daniel. I was going to give them some information, fake information, even then I didn't intend to betray the SGC. Crazy isn't it? I was going to kill Daniel, but I still didn't want to give up our secrets. But they wanted him for something, so I agreed that they could take him for that."
"Who?" Teal'c asked. There wasn't a hint of impatience in his voice, but his body was tense.
"NID," Sam answered at last, "I sold him out to the NID." And with that she turned her head into her pillow and let the tears come.