AN: Hope you enjoy this chapter which is not as good as I want it but could not seem to get it any better.
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Gathered around the freshly dug grave, the mourners listened, with varying degrees of sadness and grief to General Hammond and a few select others giving speeches regarding Colonel Jonathan "Jack" O'Neill's achievements and virtues as a soldier man and friend.
The three members of SG1, Dr Fraiser and her daughter Cassie huddled together for mutual comfort and support as the funeral drew to a close with a trio of shots from the assembled party of airmen as a mark of respect for their fallen comrade.
Sam grasped Daniel's hand as the coffin lowered slowly into its final resting place. Daniel squeezed reassuring Sam of his joint grief while Janet hugged her sobbing daughter tightly to her. Teal'c looked around him at the assembled SGC personnel and people of the Tauri who had come to pay there respects to his fallen warrior brother.
Another set of eyes watched silently from his concealed location a fair distance from the grave site. Waiting in anticipation of what would be happening the following day when all these pitiful mourning people would be elsewhere. He grinned to himself at the thought of the revenge he would gain on these people, and they would have no idea, none at all. As everyone knows dead men tell no tales.
Teal'c felt slightly wary of those around him as he thought that he and the other members of SG1 where being watched by an unseen enemy.
"Lets go." Sam quietly spoke to those around her.
The following day at 17.00 the entire SGC personnel where gathered for the memorial service, except those who where on security detail.
The memorial service was just starting, when at the grave of Colonel Jonathan "Jack" O'Neill a JCB was slowly and carefully lifting out the coffin; once it was removed it was guided into the back of a black tinted window hearse and driven off. The JCB then filled in the grave; it was then tidied to a pristine condition to appear to all intents and purposes undisturbed.
The hearse slowly drove out of Colorado Springs and to a location ten miles outside of the city to what looked like to a casual observer a simple pig farm. The hearse drove into the barn where the coffin was then unloaded and placed in what appeared to be an elevator shaft set up to look like a stall. This then transported the coffin and the unsmiling escort off the coffin to a lower level.
The coffin was then placed in what appeared to be a morgue with surgical equipment hanging from the walls and recording equipment set up to tape whatever was to follow.
The memorial service ended and the SGC personnel left the gate room to return to there duties, although one man went to make a phone call.
"All quiet." He confidently spoke to the person on the other end. "No one important was absent."
"All is well." Smith smiled as he returned the phone to his pocket and turned to his quiet companion, smirking he told him.
McMasters grinned and nodded to Smith, he then hurried out of the room to the morgue where a small weasel like man McMasters new as the doctor was standing, this man was dressed in what appeared to be a doctor's coat. Something about the doctor and his silent icy demeanour made McMasters wary and slightly scared of him.
"Doctor, Smith says all is well." McMasters told the unblinking man.
"Good it is time to begin" The Doctor responded.
McMasters shuddered in revulsion at the evil gleeful expression on the diminutive mans face.
"It is time to get to work." The Doctor grinned in pleasure.
He then rolled the trolley which had the coffin over to the side of the table, lowering the trolley he opened the lid to stare down, smiling at the body contained within.
"McMasters be so kind as to move the cadaver out of the coffin and place it on the table."
McMasters went out of the room to return with another man, who the assisted him in moving the body onto the table.
"You can leave me now." The Doctor told them as he took a pair of scissors and began cutting the clothes methodically from the body.
"Smith said I was to stay." McMasters signalled to the other man to leave, which he did as quickly and quietly as he could.
"As you wish, but be quiet and keep out of the way." The Doctor snapped out.
Turning his attention was again to the body on the table, the Doctor ran his hands admiringly over the strong neck shoulders, stroking down the chest and over the junction between the legs, continuing down to the long feet and toes.
"Hmmmm" The Doctor murmured to himself. "A excellent specimen, even with the various scars and the age."
McMasters watched this with disgust, but did not move or attempt to interfere.
"Shall we begin then?" The Doctor picked up a scalpel and bent over the table, he began his incision.
McMasters watched in fascination as blood began to run down the sides of the body, suddenly the Doctor turned around, stood with a bloody scalpel waving in his hand and a manically look on his face. McMasters took a step back halting in shock as the Doctor gleefully shouted.
"He's alive."
"That can't be." McMasters yelled back.
"Do dead men bleed you fool. Go and get Smith. NOW". The Doctor yelled back.
McMasters hurried from the room running he sprinted into where Smith was and told him breathlessly the news.
"So tell the Doctor to carry on. " Smith calmly ordered.
"But won't we learn more from him alive." McMasters asked.
"Who cares my boss just wants him to suffer and for his friends to suffer." Smith retorted then picked up him mobile phone and turned away from McMasters indicating the conversation was over.
McMasters returned to the Doctor and advised him on what had been decided.
"Fine." The Doctor grinned and then calmly went back to his cutting.
The pain was excruciating, but movement was seemingly impossible. He could feel the blade biting into his body and there was nothing he could do about it. A single tear slipped from his eye.
While another who had been peacefully sleeping gasped with the agonising pain of the blade cutting deeply into Jacks flesh, struggling onto their feet they hurried to tell other of his fate: