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: More nasty medical observations and stuff in this chapter.

(Janet Frasier pov)

When Dr. Janet Frasier walked into the hidden lab in the basement of the warehouse, she was barely able to keep her composure. As a Doctor and a soldier she had been trained to put aside her emotional responses, so that she could do her job. This time it took her a moment longer than it normally would have to snap into work mode.

"Sam," Janet called out to her friend and coworker. "What do you know?"

And as Janet listened to the Major explain what she knew her knowledge of what the human species was capable of was, yet again, brought down to even lower depths.

Janet skimmed through the medical chart Sam handed her with a practiced eye. She got the gist of the original condition of her new patient, read some of the periodical health summaries, and finally read the last several pages of data that contained the most recent tests performed, and medications given. She handed the file over to one of her staff that she had brought with her.

"Read this more thoroughly, and tell me anything pertinent, while I start an exam," Janet told the young female nurse.

"Yes, ma'm," the nurse replied, and set to work.

Janet had others of her staff ready the gurney they had brought to transfer the patient to as soon as possible, and then started her assessment of Ms. Summers.

Janet started with shining a light into her eyes, and checking her pulses. Her pupils were even and reactive, and her circulation was good, but her heart beat was entirely too slow. She used her stethoscope to listen to the woman's heart, and lungs next, and then started examining where she was hooked up to machines. Janet removed all the electrodes, and placed a couple new ones on the woman's chest. Just a couple basic EKG leads, and then a pulse ox on her finger.

Next she steeled herself, and ducked under the sheet. She had to close her eyes and take a deep breath before she began to free her patient from the wires, tubes, and devices that were in the area covered by the sheet. She was grumbling some not so nice things under her breath as she tossed various items away from her and her patient.

"Doctor?" asked her nurse. Cathy was her name, and she was very good at her job.

"Yes?" replied Janet.

"Should I start another bolus of Saline and refill her feeding bag?" asked Cathy.

"Yes," responded Janet. "this is taking longer than I thought it would. Make sure you inject some of that sedative they are using on her into her IV, but cut it down by 5cc's. We're going to have to wean her off of it. Leave off the Sux, and lets see if her lungs respond. But put in a new line before you hook up her IV, I don't trust the one she's got. Make it a large bore, in case we have to get meds or fluids into her quickly."

"Yes, Doctor," said Cathy.

Thirty minutes later Janet had her patient detached from everything possible, and helped her team carefully move her over to the ambulance gurney. They wouldn't be able to take her out of here until they could detach her from the respirator, and had her more stable, but Janet would be damned if she left her patient strapped down to that torture device.

After she had done what she could, and all that was left for the next hour or so was to monitor and wait, she left the dungeon like room to find Sam.

As she searched she came across Daniel in the middle of a large cavernous room sitting outside a glass cell, and talking to it's occupant. She decided to check on him.

"Daniel," Janet said as she approached him.

"Oh, Janet," he said. "This is, uh, Anna." He gestured to the red haired young woman in the cage. "Anna, this is my friend Janet, she's here to help the woman they found downstairs."

'Anna,' looked at Daniel questioningly. "That's all I know, I haven't been down there," he told her.

"Is this what they did with the eggs they stole?" asked Janet as she watched Anna.

Daniel looked flustered, and confused. "Uh, I don't understand. She was made from human ovum and Goa'uld DNA, but I don't know where they got either."

"They got the human ovum from my patient," Janet growled lowly.

Daniel looked at her dumbfounded. "You mean they kept a live woman here to harvest the eggs from?" he gasped horrified.

Janet nodded slowly, her jaw clenched so hard she was surprised she hadn't cracked a tooth. "I heard the Doctor in charge of this horror show was in this building. Sam went to talk to him. Can you point me in the right direction?"

"Uh, y-yeah," Daniel stuttered. "Just down that hall there, on the left. Go most of the way down, and you'll see the guards outside a door on your right. He's in there."

Janet looked 'Anna' over one more time, and then swept out of the room. She marched down the hall until she came to the door, and was stopped by the guards. She showed them her ID, and after checking with their boss, they let her in.

Janet marched straight into the make shift integration room, gave a slight sideways nod of acknowledgment to Sam and Agent Barrett without slowing down, and approached the small table behind which Dr. Keffler sat, angrily. When she got there she slammed both hands flat down on the table so hard Dr. Keffler jumped in his seat.

Behind Janet Sam and Barrett looked at each other in surprise. Dr. Keffler had been strictly apathetic to everything they had said, and done. It was impressive that such a small woman could accomplish what they had been failing at for hours now. Sam's lip hitched up a little at the corner. Janet had an inner strength and fierceness that few saw, but Sam had seen it before. People learned quickly to never underestimate Dr. Janet Frasier.

As she leaned forward over the table, Janet glared hatefully at the man behind it. Her glare was of a higher caliber than she normally used. This glare was usually reserved for when she thought of Nirti, and what that snake had done to her daughter.

"How dare you?" Janet hissed lowly. There was rage in her voice, and other emotions she couldn't even name at the moment. "How can you call yourself a doctor? Ha!" she scoffed derisively. "How can you call yourself a Human Being, and be involved in something like this?" Her voice had stayed in the low threatening hiss. If it weren't for her training and years on the job at the SGC Janet would have marched in here screaming her lungs out, and punched this man. No this monster.

Dr. Keffler swallowed nervously. 'Good he should be afraid,' Janet thought. "I'll see you dead for this," Janet whispered. Nobody else needed to hear. Janet didn't exactly know why she felt so connected to the poor young woman in the basement. Maybe it was that she herself was a mother, and the girl reminded her of what had happened to Cassie. Reminded her of Cassie period. Whatever the reason, the girl was alone here, and she needed a champion. Janet would be her voice until she could speak for herself.

Dr. Keffler felt a chill go down his spine as he looked into the blazing eyes of the woman in front of him. Subject 27D had said something awfully similar on the day of her capture, and hearing it again like this gave him the creeps.

"You're a traitor to this country," Janet continued in her eerie whisper. "A traitor to the human race, and you will pay for what you have done here. I will take a personal interest in seeing you get the needle you snake!"

Dr. Keffler scoffed seemingly offended. "Snake? I am not a snake! I am doing this, this job that no one else can do, so that we can fight the snakes! How dare you stand there and act like I am one of them! I am no snake! I am a hero! You should be thanking me!"

Janet stood to her full, and unimpressive, height crossing her arms over her chest. "I have met Goa'uld with more honor than you, you bottom feeding sadist!"

Just then all the radios in the room crackled to life. "Dr. Frasier!" came an urgent static-y voice. "You are needed down here immediately! The patient is seizing!"

Janet unhooked her radio from her belt as she rushed out of the room. "On my way!" she spoke into the mic as she passed the guards in the hall.

If she had looked behind her she would have seen Dr. Keffler's face twist into a self-satisfied smirk.