Jacek pulled Vala from the bar, walking them quickly away from it before cutting a fast right behind a building. Vala stumbled, her brain still screaming for her to run, flee, get away, before Jacek brought them to a small shack and pushed her inside.
"You don't have to be upset at me." He began when she narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'm going to release you as soon as I get the technology I need! I'm not going to hurt you, I could never do that to you. You're my daughter." He smiled, reaching to pat her arm.
She endured the touch, she had to. Her body still wouldn't respond to any commands but the ones he gave.
"Don't worry, you're going to be fine." He continued, guiding her to a cot and setting her down onto it. "I'll be back, don't worry. I might be a little late, so stay put." He smiled, then was gone.
Vala felt rage build up inside her at the casualness he was displaying toward her in her current state.
Her stomach tightened as she struggled to stand, run from the small shack, anything to potect her baby.
Mitchell lay in the grass on the outskirts of the town, watching Vala allow her father to lead her around, her motions setting off warning bells in his mind. Though she was compliant, there was something amiss about the entire thing.
"I got eyes on the princess. Small shack, near the edge of town. Both of the targets are inside. Awaiting orders to enter the residence." He radioed to the others of the rescue team.
"Kill Jacek on sight." Daniel responded instantly.
"General O'Neill?" Mitchell asked.
"The orders haven't changed. If you can grab Vala without a scene, do so." Jack replied.
"Understood, Sir. Mitchell out."
The orders were simple. Wait for the cover of darkness and take Vala back. Within four hours they would be back at the SGC, piece of cake.
Somehow, Mitchell doubted things would be that easy.
After all this was SG-1. Nothing was that easy when it came to his team.
As he watched the shack, Jacek appeared and walked off into the town once more, as if unconcerned with leaving Vala alone.
"Sir, he's gone. Vala's unguarded, from what I can see." He told O'Neill.
"Move in, do some recon. Report back without making your position to anyone." Jack replied.
"Understood sir." Mitchell moved through the grass silently, careful not to be seen until he reached the small shack.
In the distance he could hear the laughter of the children in town as they played in the main square, birds calling overhead, and the domestic dispute of the couple walking by in the road. But nothing from the building where Vala was being kept. He had a good ten feet to cover before getting to the front door. Changing course, he eased around the back and took a deep breath before slowly testing the handle of the back door. It gave without a sound, he entered swiftly before he was seen and shut the door. The place was small, one room that had been divided by sheets of material that formed four much smaller rooms. Pulling the nearest one aside, he found her.
Vala lay on the small bed, blood pooling under her to drip onto the floor in an ever widening puddle. Mitchell cursed, hurrying forward to crouch next to her. "Vala?" He placed a hand on her cheek, her cool skin making him curse again. She'd lost a lot of blood. More than was surely healthy for her. "General, I'm here. Vala's not so good. Lost a lot of blood. Orders?" He knew without a doubt what Jack would want, but he was a soldier first and foremost. He never made a move without his commanding officer giving the go ahead.
"Get her to the gate." Jack ordered. Mitchell lifted her off the bed and kicked open the back door, uncaring if anyone saw. He had his orders.
More than that, he was terrified if he stopped to check on her he wouldn't like what he found. Halfway to the gate, Jack radioed him.
"Sam says the gate's not working on her end, a blown…something or other. Take too long for us to wait around for them to fix it. She told us to go to the Alpha site."
Mitchell sighed. If ever Murphy's law would take a day off, now would be a good time.
"Understood." He replied. Vala inhaled sharply in his arms, a grunt coming from somewhere deep inside her. "No worries, Princess, you and baby are gonna' be just fine. Trust me." He waited for Daniel to punch out the address for the Alpha site, felt relief wash over him when the vortex swirled into place. Nearly sprinting up the steps to the gate, he plunged through to the other side and yelled for the medical team. Placing Vala on the gurney, he swiped a hand over his dark hair.
"How is she?" He asked.
"Pregnant, and losing blood." The head doctor snapped back.
"If she needs a transfusion, Teal'c is a donor match, he's on his way through, just a few seconds behind me." Daniel added.
"What did he give her?" The doctor continued.
"We think it was a sort of brain inhibitor. Not sure of it, other than that." Mitchell held out a vial with several drops of green liquid congealing inside. "I found this inside, she kept looking at it. Figured it might be of some use."
"Lets' get this analyzed!" the doctor ordered, giving it to a nurse.