I know it's been ages since I last posted a chapter of this but life is pretty hectic at the moment, so as much as I hate to say it, writing is having to take a back seat at the moment. Hopefully everything will work itself out and I can back to writing posting more frequently than I am at the moment.

I have to say a massive thank you to everyone that has sent feedback my way, just passed the 100 mark for this story and for 'Against the Wall' not so long ago. Thank you so much, it means a lot to me, especially as 'Against the Wall' was on 99 for ages and I really hate odd numbers (don't ask!!)

I think I should probably say that SG-1 aren't mine but if anyone does want to send me them for my 21st on Monday I'd be more than happy to accept them. So enough of my waffling and on to the story…

"Do you think you'll be able to shut them off Sam?" Janet asked.

"I don't know, I'm going to run some more tests, it's just…" Sam trailed off.

"What?"

"General Hammond ordered me to stay in the infirmary or my quarters. And after what happened, I'm surprised he didn't put me in a holding cell."

"I'll speak to him and see if we can work something out," Janet offered.

"Thanks. Can I have another look at that scan?"

"Sure," Janet replied. She picked the film of the magnified implant off the desk and put it up on the viewer.

Sam stood and crossed the office to get a better view, the image clearly showed the small cylindrical implant nestled deep within Daniel's brain tissue in this case. Looking at it, she shuddered slightly at the thought that there was one of these implants in her brain. That this tiny piece of technology, which was smaller than the head of a pin, could control her actions so completely, could make her act in such a disturbing manner was alarming.

"Sam?" came Janet's voice, breaking Sam from her thoughts. From the Doctor's tone it was clear that this was not the first time she had spoken.

"Sorry, just thinking," Sam replied quickly.

"Now there's a surprise," Janet replied, half-joking.

"Funny," came the dry reply.

"I'll go and see General Hammond, see of you can go back into your lab, under strict supervision. Everything I've got is in that file if you want to look. Seriously though, I know how eager you are to sort this out but don't push yourself too hard, you've been through a lot recently."

"I know, I promise," Sam replied, both not knowing if she would be able to stick to that promise or not.

"Good. I'll send someone in while I go see the General."

Sam was about to protest when she saw the computer on the desk. She knew that she could not be trusted near a computer or any of the critical base systems. She nodded reluctantly as Janet left the office.

Daniel was thoroughly bored; he was confined to his quarters. He had been using the time to work on the back log of translations that he had been asked to consult on, that was until his computer had been removed without a word of explanation. His protests had fallen on deaf ears and the laptop had been taken away too.

At that moment Daniel was contemplating his latest alien encounter and the subsequent technological addition to his brain. While this situation had some similarities with the Urgo fiasco, there were significant differences. Urgo had been annoying; this situation was far more sinister. At least Urgo seemed to serve a purpose; there was no reason for their current behaviour that he could see. He had no idea what could be gained by making him sporadically selfish, apathetic and amorous.

Having nothing else to do, he laid back on the bed. Exhaustion caught up with him and it did not take long for him to fall asleep.

The door slid closed, separating him from Sam, they had managed to reassure each other that they were uninjured. Knowing that Sam was all right, at least for the time being, was reassuring.

Daniel had no choice but to go with Alamagor and Malatesar. He picked himself up before they could drag him to his feet, his cheek throbbing as he did. With a minimum of fuss he went with his two captors to what appeared to be a laboratory. He did his best to remember the turns that they had made between the cell and this lab just in case he managed to escape. Not that it seemed particularly possible right at that moment.

He was firmly attached to the metal chair positioned in the centre of the room. He pulled against the bonds and found them to be quite secure, not that he honestly expected anything else.

His eyes roamed around the room, various machines and pieces of technology lined the walls. Alamagor approached him with a large needle, the contents of which were quickly injected into his arm despite his protests and attempts to reason.

His head swam as the drug began to take effect; his vision blurred further and nausea set in. Malatesar looked on and smiled smugly as Daniel did his best to fight the effects of the drug. Alamagor had his back to Daniel. When he turned to face him again he had a cylindrical object in his hand, it looked slightly like an oversized epi-pen from Earth.

He approached Daniel, the object raised as it neared his head. The drug decided to take full effect at that moment and Daniel lost his grip on consciousness altogether.

Daniel woke with a start, he scrubbed a hand through his hair as he attempted to sort through the dream. He stood and opened the door to his quarters, eliciting a sharp response from the posted guard.

"Could you contact Dr Fraiser? I need to speak to her," Daniel asked calmly.

"Yes Sir."

"Thanks," Daniel replied, going back into his quarters and shutting the door behind him.

Jack awoke with a start, his eyes scanned around the bare concrete walls, momentarily disorientated from sleep he did not recognise the room he found himself. As he realised that he was still in the bare holding cell he let out a small sigh. He sat up on the small, hard bed and dumped the thin blanket that had become tangled with his legs on the floor, he then raked a hand through his hair, fixing the damage that the pillow had done during sleep.

As he tried to tame his wayward hair he thought the dream that he had just had. For days he had been trying to remember what had happened back on the planet and now that he had, he realised that it had posed more questions than answers. He stood and crossed the small room in a few paces, he knocked heavily on the metal door. The SF on guard appeared in the small window after a few seconds.

"Sir?"

"Call Doc Fraiser would you?"

"Is there a problem Sir?"

"No, just call her," Jack replied. Although the statement was worded and delivered politely there was a definite air of authority contained within it.

"Yes Sir."

Sam had been working hard on the problem for a couple of hours, General Hammond had allowed her back into her lab but only under the strictest of supervision. He had ensured that the person watching Carter could understand what was going on and was also able to notice if the Major decided to hack into the base systems. They had all learnt a lesson from the previous incident, including one very embarrassed Airman who was inordinately glad to still have a job. Lieutenant Wilkinson, one of the computer technicians was watching Carter closely while trying not to distract her too much.

There was little chance of distraction right not as Major Carter had fallen asleep a few minutes previously. The Lieutenant chose not to disturb her as he had been told by Dr Fraiser to make sure that the Major got plenty of rest. Sam shuffled slightly as she fell deeper into sleep.

Sam pulled against the bindings holding her against the metal chair. With definite trepidation she watch Alamagor approach her with a needle, the contents of which were emptied into her arm. She fought the effects of the drug as best as she could, fear gripped her as Alamagor approached again with a cylindrical object in his hand. As it was pressed against her scalp a burning pain erupted and spread across her head like fire.

Sam bit down hard on her lip, both to stop from crying out and to try and curb the nausea. As the pain increased, a drop of blood dropped onto her tongue, the metallic taste doing nothing to stop the fierce nausea.

"When can we start watching?" Malatesar asked.

"Later," Alamagor yelled. His voice filled with anger as he realised that Sam was still conscious.

That angry voice was the last thing she heard before she surrendered to the blissful nothingness of unconsciousness.

If you don't happen to have a spare copy of the deeds to SG-1 sitting around to send for my birthday I would be just as pleased with some feedback on this chapter!!

Thanks for reading!!! :D