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Chapter Five

One Bloody Mess

"They found her!" Someone yelled and everyone who heard the cry ran in the direction that the scream came from.

The shouts and yells became louder as they ran and found her.

She was on her feet crouched in the corner of a storage room, her arm across her gut; blood ran down her sides and onto the floor. In her hands was a dagger that she had unsheathed from her belt. She stood in a sleeveless shirt and ripped pants, each rip was a deep laceration each bleeding as constantly as the one on her sides. The lacerations that they had seen on the planet where Uadjet was were so huge. Blood rained from them forming large puddles beneath her.

Her free hand shifted to her boot was a knife, everyone saw the movement as well as the knife, O'Neill brought his gun up to make sure she wouldn't do anything or if she did, that he had time to subdue her.

Nothing would happen though; she was in too much pain. She was fighting her own body at the moment not to collapse right then and there. Her left leg slammed into the ground and she began to fight to stand once again.

Quinn walked in along side Jackson.

Jackson's eyes were wide in shock at her state; so much blood was surrounding her. It wasn't like on the planet but it was still beyond anything a human could survive. She turned her head at him as if she had to try and recall who they were. She crouched defensively her hand went to her side and she held the dagger up and growled lowly.

Her eyes kept fading in and out of normal color and her white lifeless ones.

"Shoot her." Quinn told O'Neill, his anger and hate towards her was emanating in his voice. It seemed odd for Quinn to be telling them to shoot her. Usually he would tell them to hold their fire and listen to her.

"No wait." Jackson told them as he stepped forward, the girl hissed at him and lashed out, her dagger barely missing him.

She fell to her knees, and then scrambled backwards, using the wall to help her stand again. Blood smeared the wall. Jackson stared at her; she hissed at him, he walked forward again. He extended his hand. The assassin stopped her fit, her eyes wide; she stared at the hand, then up at Jackson.

She leaned the side of her head against the wall and began to slip so she sat on the ground, she was crying, not hissing or growling, but crying like a human. She was in so much pain, her arms wrapped around her body, her hand rested over the wound, squeezed it tightly trying to stop the bleeding. Jackson moved closer to her.

"Hey.." He touched her lightly on the shoulder. Her head turned sharply to where his hand rested and she hissed at him, pushed herself away from him, farther into the corner or at least as far as she could go.

Carter walked up beside Jackson. "We won't hurt you."

"You did." The assassin hissed at them, her head tilted down to indicate the wound caused by them. Malik walked forward to speak. "I don't want to hear it Malik."

"We didn't fire at you." O'Neill told her while he lowered his weapon a little.

"Yes. You did..." She told him weakly. Her gaze went to Quinn and she gave a coy smile. "He wants me dead."

"You bet I do." Quinn hissed back at her. Jackson, Carter and O'Neill all shot a look that said 'what the hell?' He wasn't sounding like the normal Quinn at all.

"She wasn't the target fool." She hissed at him then coughed, blood came from her mouth. "You were." The teams eyes grew wide and O'Neill brought his weapon back up. Her hand went up and she shook her head. "I got my pay."

"What's that suppose to mean?" O'Neill questioned.

"When most assassins receive pay it signifies that the target they were sent to take care of was destroyed." Jackson stated and he knelt beside her and extended his hand again.

She slapped his hand away. Jackson shook his head. He looked back to O'Neill and Carter. "But in this case the target wasn't destroyed and she still received her pay. She got paid so technically she finished the job. Jonas isn't her target anymore." He looked fore reassurance from the assassin who gave a slight nod. "We can help you."

"I don't need your help." She retorted, spitting blood on his face while she did.

"Yeah, that's why you're bleeding all over the floor." O'Neill added as he lowered his weapon once again. "You can barely move." Her eyes turned to him and she glared up at him, her eyes glowed bright neon blue. "What the hell?"

Jackson backed up quickly. "She's Goa'uld."

She laughed at that before she began to choke on her own blood preventing her from answering so Quinn answered for her remembering what he had said to Jackson earlier.

"She' s the shita." Quinn walked forward and handed Jackson the book that he had shown him in a photograph. "I translated more. You'll find the information about them in this." Then he knelt beside her. "Look at me." He told her, she looked at him, and her eyes still glowed.

Quinn looked almost ready to hit her.

"Jonas." Carter walked over to him placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "She can't do anything right now, but we need to get her back to SGC to get her some medical attention."

Quinn stood up quickly. "You're going to help her?"

"Yes."

"She is a murderer!" Quinn shouted at them, pointing down at her and hissed. "She doesn't deserve to live!"

"Whether or not she is a murderer Jonas," O'Neill intervened. "She saved our lives. Twice as a matter of fact. She needs medical attention and then she will explain who and what the hell she is."

Quinn looked back down at her in disbelief. She stared up but her gaze kept changing from him to the others in the room.

He looked past Quinn to the girl, who had somehow managed to stand, she stared at him, her eyes glowed the blue brightly and she bolted, grabbing Jackson by the shoulder she spun him around. With swiftness and relative ease she moved the dagger to his throat. Her other arm went under his shoulder and her nails dug into his chest. The force of her nails was terrible. Blood oozed from the wounds.

"Okay," O'Neill stated lifting up his weapon. "Now we can kill her."

"Move." She hissed at him, holding Jackson tightly. The knife pressed into his flesh, not enough to make him bleed but enough to make them worry. "Everyone out.." She choked for a moment and coughed blood onto Jackson's shoulder. "Out in front. No one stands behind me. Anyone does, he dies." She held the knife against his throat when O'Neill wouldn't move. "I've killed many don't think I won't do it again."

"Jack, do what she says." Jackson whispered at him. He looked at him; his eyes showed that he knew she meant it. Her nails dug deeper into his chest and he inhaled sharply. Blood began to trickle onto her hands and down his shirt. "Jack."

O'Neill lowered his gun. "Where to?"

"The stargate." She sneered almost tripping as she shoved Jackson forward.

Everyone stood in front of her, she meant what she said and she would kill Jackson if they didn't do what she told them too. She looked to Quinn who stood, the only one who stood in anger and not in fear.

"Check her autopsy." She told him. "Look at her neck. At least you'll know why she grew her hair out." Jonas stared at her and she gave Jackson another shove and he walked, helping her along as well. She rested her head on the back of his neck; she waited for a moment when they reached the stargate. "Dial your world."

"Why?" Jackson questioned as he glanced over his shoulder trying to see her.

"Dial your world." She stated again weakly. He shook his head still startled by her request. "I know your code from here, do not dial anywhere else or your blood with cover the ground."

He looked to O'Neill who shrugged. He dialed the DHD for earth. Once he had completed it she pressed knife pressed into his flesh again and she forced him to move.

"Earth." He told them. Everyone stared in shock, Carter looked to Lambert who began to send a radio signal letting the SGC know that they were coming back. The assassin moved Jackson so the were ready to go through once the gate was opened.

"You don't have to do this." He told her. Her head rested on his back. He could tell her strength was leaving her quickly. "We don't want to hurt you. Please don't do this."

"I don't care whether I live or die." She told him with a slight outcry. "You'll live and so will they. My job's done."

The gate opened and she shoved him forward. Jackson thought over what she meant as they stepped towards the gate but none of it made sense to him.

Carter looked back to Lambert. "I got the signal through!"

She looked over to O'Neill. "Sir," Carter began then looked back up to Jackson. "Are we going to let her go through?"

"Yep." He replied as they watched them go through the gate and it shut behind them. "Dial earth again." O'Neill yelled and moved to get to the gate. "Send the transmission." He looked over to Carter. "She went to earth so we'd try and kill her on the other side." Carter raised an eyebrow as she looked to Lambert to send the signal again. "She was committing suicide."

They fell from the stargate, the assassin tumbled several feet away from Jackson. She gave an outcry of unbearable pain where she fell. Her dagger had been thrown a few feet from where she landed. Jackson got to his feet quickly and grabbed the dagger.

The stargate had close, he was back on earth, at the SGC; Hammond had made his way down to the gate. He ignored what everyone was yelling at him and looked at the assassin she laid in a crumbled up ball on the floor, her blood surrounded her body.

The sound of her crying made him go over to her. Carefully, he rolled her on her back so he could see all of her injuries. The side of head was bleeding badly from a cut on her forehead, her side was still bleeding, it had slowed and it looked as though the flesh was closing together. He could see the bullet coming from her side. There were two other wounds but her couldn't tell what had made them. He looked down at her and brushed her hair out of her face.

Her eyes opened, they were dimly lit from the neon color that had been there moments before they had entered the gate but they were quickly changing over to white. "What.."

"Don't talk." Jackson told her looking around. He looked back down at the assassin; her eyes were dimly lit as he placed her head on his lap.

She shuddered; blood trickled from her mouth to his clothes. Her blood covered him from being in close contact with her.

"Get a stretcher!" Hammond yelled as he ran up to Jackson. He knelt beside them. The sound of the stargate winding up for another arrival made him yell again. "Now! Dr. Jackson what the hell is going on?"

Jackson looked up at him. "She saved our lives."

"That may be but our reports that you sent to us give us every indication that she is a danger to us."

"Does she look like a danger right now?" Jackson asked his hands covered in her blood. The assassin eyes suddenly glowed brighter than he had ever seen. Her mouth opened wide in a painful cry and her body slammed against the ramp. She began to convulse, Jackson and Hammond grabbed hold of her shoulders. "Medic!"

The gate opened and the SG1 team as well as Quinn jumped out of the gate. O'Neill ignored him and instead he immediately went to where Jackson was. Jackson looked up at him, his arms held the convulsing assassin down.

"Why did she dial here?"

He watched as the medics rush over. They were yelling at him to get out of the way. One bent down and injected some sedatives into her system. The sedatives took effect quickly and the medics began loaded her up as the rest of the team came out of the wormhole.

O'Neill ran to Jackson making sure he was all right.

"Hey." He grabbed his face and tilted it up to make sure his neck wasn't cut. He saw nothing and looked to the assassin who the medics were taking to the infirmary. Along side of the briefly was Malik but he stopped at the door to watch her leaves. "What happened?"

"The exit knocked her around worse than when we first found her." He explained then looked back at them. "Any ideas why she dialed earth?"

"O'Neill I want a full explanation of this at 0800." Hammond yelled at him. "I want everything, not just bits and pieces."

Hammond exited and Jackson looked back to O'Neill for an explanation of why she had just so happened to dial earth. "Suicide."

Carter explained the rest. "When she realized she didn't have a way out she thought the only way would be to take her own life. Go through the gate with you and she should have been shot on arrival."

"She wanted to die with honor." Teal'c said and walked off without concern or another word.

"We should check on her." Carter told them and they went off to the isolation.

They found the assassin strapped down to the bed she was in. In one of the isolation lab to prevent her from escaping and causing further damage to herself and anyone else.

Her eyes stared up blankly, they weren't glowing anymore, but they weren't looking like normal human eyes either. She gave a weak moan and turned her head to the side. The heart monitor wasn't even registering for all the movement that was happening. The medics stared at her as the rushed around and began to use the paddles. The SG1 team watched in horror as they tried to revive her. Her eyes shot open and she hissed loudly in pain. The monitor was reading her as dead.

She cried out in pain, her eyes wide from the pain that they had inflected upon her, but from what they didn't know. Her eyes were not their normal colors, nor were they their neon blue, they were blood red, changing slowly to pitch black. She cried out in pain and began to thrash out again. The medics yelled to hold her down.

"What the?" O'Neill began.

"She's not human." Jackson suddenly brought up. Everyone looked at her and he went in and yelled to the doctor. "She's not human!"

"What?" Dr. Davidson shouted as he held the assassin down with all of his might.

"Although the monitor reads her as dead she isn't!" He yelled back at him. "Let her settle down on her own."

"If we don't sew her wounds up she won't have a chance." He yelled at him over the assassin's screams. "And the sedatives wear off too quickly for us to do anything." He nodded to one of the other medics to put another dose in her. "We are pushing almost deadly levels of this stuff to keep her out of it." The needle went into her flesh and she slowly succumbed to the sedative. The doctor looked over at Jackson. "We'll inform you when she's stable."

Jackson nodded. "Come on." O'Neill told him as he headed out of the room. "We have a briefing to do. Get ready for it."

All went on their ways to find out what they could about the unconscious assassin.

A:N: Thanks for reading and thanks to the reviewers: kt, LJQ, Aelan Greenleaf, Spellmasters, JonasFan and Pagan Twylight. Please review.