Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Stargate SG-1. Some dialogue and scenes taken from SG-1 Season 7: Resurrection. Which I do not own. I also have no medical knowledge whatsoever, so the terminology, machines etc. are not meant to be accurate in any way. Anything medical just comes from my observations over the years, so don't take it as gospel.

Warning: Talk of Violence and unwholesome medical procedures in this one guys!

A/N: I wrote most of the prologue before deciding where in the SG-1 timeline it would take place. Therefore: Anna the Slayer has no relation whatsoever to Anna the genetic experiment. Mayhap Dr. Keffler found out Anna's (The Slayer's) name, and decided to be a bastard and named Anna the Genetic Experiment after her. We may never know…

We are hopping ahead 18 months, and we won't know what happened to get us here until we see it in a flashback. Some things can be deduced by current circumstances. Trust me there will be some info and action in every chapter! This way we are as confused by what has happened as SG-1, and Dawn.

This story is AU as far as Henry Hayes goes. He was the President when Dawn was Dawn-napped, but Kinsey wasn't his VP. So lets say there was an election a year after Dawn was taken, and Kinsey ran for re-election with Kinsey as his VP. They won, and have been in office together for approximately six months. The Trust will not be involved, and I might take several other things in the SG-1 universe AU as well. Dr. Frasier is still alive, because I say so! She was grievously wounded, hero that she is, but they got her back to the base in time to save her.

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Eighteen Months Later

Major Samantha Carter sat at the computer in the lab of the abandoned warehouse trying to decipher information on the NID's unlawful experimentation. Daniel was upstairs trying to talk to 'Anna,' the person suspected of killing 32 of the 33 people in the facility.

Suddenly, a small monitor to her left let out a chirping alarm. Sam turned to it, touched the screen where indicated, and saw a message pop up. 'Subject 27D, in need of maintenance,' it said. Sam frowned, and tapped the 'Maintenance Protocol,' button that appeared on the screen with several others. A blue print of the facility appeared, and then zoomed into the lab in 3D, past where she was sitting to the far side of the lab. A key panel flashed on the screen.

Sam got up, and went to where the monitor had indicated. Hidden next to a shelf there was a small card activated lock. She couldn't see any doors, but took the cover off the lock to see if she could by-pass it. It took her nearly two minutes, but then the light indicator flashed green, and the wall to the left of the electronic pad moved back a couple inches with a hiss of air, and then slid to the side.

What Samantha Carter saw behind that door, would end up giving her nightmares for life.

A woman was strapped to a stainless steel metal bed. There were stirrups at the end, like in a gynecologists office, and her legs were spread, and strapped to them. She wore a ratty hospital gown, and her lower half was covered with a sheet. Her arms were strapped to boards straight out to her side, and had various wires and tubes sticking out of them. She was on a respirator, with a breathing tube stuck down her throat, and had a feeding tube stuck up her nose. Her hair was short, and a dull brown color. It looked like it hadn't been washed in a while, and the cut was sloppy, and haphazard. Her eyes were taped shut, like she was in surgery.

Sam had to swallow the bile that rose in her throat. She saw a file sitting off to the side on a counter, and moved toward it as she radioed Agent Barrett.

"Agent Barret, this is Major Carter," she said into the mic.

"Agent Barrett here, go ahead Major," came the crackling voice of over the radio.

"I need an emergency medical team down here ASPAP! I found another survivor! Make sure the team is from the mountain, I don't want anybody me and the rest of SG-1 don't trust down here," barked Sam.

"I'll put out the call, and be down there right away, Major! Over, and out!" returned Barrett.

Sam put down her radio, and flipped open the file to the first page.

'Dawn,' it said at the top of the first page. '23 year old human female. All tests are within normal parameters, indicating that the radiation readings are the effect of some event, not genetic. Genetic testing indicates subject is from Southern California, Earth, not another planet as was initially speculated. All records have checked out, indicating that Subject 27D is a US citizen. However, the radiation that initially brought the subject to our attention, has remained at steady levels, and requires further testing.'

"Holy Hanna," Sam breathed. This girl was a US citizen, not another genetic experiment, or a member of the NID. The machines behind her began to give off distressed beeps. Sam turned around, and rushed around the girl to get to the machines. Her Pulse/ Ox was low, and she found the indicator on one of the oxygen tanks attached to the respirator nearly on empty. The other tank was already on empty. Sam started searching frantically through cupboards, and shelves until she found a full tank, and then sprinted back to the respirator to hook it up in the place of a fully depleted tank, that was right next to the nearly empty one.

There were a series of clicks and hisses, and then the numbers on the stat's screen returned to normal. Sam breathed a sigh of relief just as Barrett came rushing in.

"Wh-" he started to say, as he came through the door. He stopped when he got a look at the woman, and then rushed to a trash can in a corner to be thoroughly sick.

Sam swallowed heavily. She knew exactly how he felt. Sam was trying not to think too hard about why this woman was here, but she couldn't ignore the facts staring her in the face. The human ovum had to come from somewhere, and this woman looked like she was set up for harvesting eggs.

Sam went back to the file, and tried to skim through it to see what she could find out. The first section was testing. Blood tests, genetic tests, neural response tests… She flipped some pages, and scanned further.

Sam read some more and then dropped the file as she ran to another corner to be sick herself. Vivisection.

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