Author's Note: I'm going on vacation for three weeks and I don't know if or when I'll be able to post. So I'm posting today and on Thursday, the day before I leave to make up for the possible skipped weeks. Some of you have mentioned that you are confused, and I would like to say I'm sorry but I'm not. You are supposed to be confused because Sam herself is confused, and you as the reader only know what she knows. In the next couple of chapters what is happening will become clear or you can jump over to my website and read the next two chapters and things will become a little more clear.

Thank you as always to purpleshrub.

NoQuarter 5

I bolt upright with a scream dying on my lips, strange disjoined images running through my mind. The dark-haired woman pointing a zat at me, a man with short dark hair and a goatee linked to his mustache congratulating her as he kisses her, a field of strange plants burning behind them with three moons hanging in the sky.

I can still feel the heat from the fire. Slowly, the terror subsides but it still clings to my skin. I rub my arms hoping to dispel the unease surrounding me. The one thought is back, pounding over and over in my mind; I have to leave this place, it isn't safe here.

But where is here? I look around and find myself in a motel room, a dingy one at that. How did I get here? Am I still a prisoner?

On the other side of the room I see Jack. He's snoring lightly in a chair against the wall by the door. The neon light from outside blinks off. For a few moments the room is black, and when it comes back on, Jack is gone, replaced by another man! I crawl backwards on the bed in surprise.

He's dressed in a grey uniform that I don't recognize. Cautiously, I slide off the bed, moving carefully towards him.

I close my eyes tightly, hoping that it's still the drugs coursing through my system. Slowly, I open them and Jack is back, slumped over in the chair, snoring again.

Titling my head, I study him. No matter what my eyes tell me, I suddenly know it isn't Jack. There's no doubt in my mind I'm right. All the little things I have ignored no longer seemed so minor. The fact that he'd called me Sam, the navy windbreaker, not Jack's customary leather jacket, and the fact his pants were over his boots and not rolled up.

The Jack O'Neill I know is a very light sleeper. There's no way he would have slept through my screams. Also in all the years I had known him, Jack has never snored, ever.

The light goes off once more and the other man is back. Off again and Jack's back. Suddenly it's clear to me, my brain is trying to telling me what it can't quite voice. It's been trying to tell me the man isn't Jack, but then who is he? What on earth's going on here?

I search the room for anything I can use as a weapon. Immediately, I find the knife, gun, and zat, which the man had stupidly left on the table before he went to sleep. I pick them up and walk over to the bed. Using the zat I shoot him once. Lightning crisscrosses his body as it jerks and then he's unconscious. Pulling the sheets off my bed, I cut them into strips and tie him up.

Straightening, I look around the room wondering what I should do now. All my instincts are telling me to run, to get out of here and get out, but I stamp them down. I need to know more about what's going on. Who is this man? What do these people want with me?

Quickly, I begin to gather the things I'll need. I tuck the gun and zat into my waistband and stash the knife into my boot.

Turning slowly, I scan the room. What do I need to get out of here? A car and money for gas. That means I need his keys and cash, if he has any. Having more of a plan clears my mind; I move closer to the unconscious man. Hesitantly, I reach out grabbing his jeacket off the floor and rifle through his pockets, finding his keys and wallet in his discarded pants.

Inside is an ID for a Bozin, no other name, no address or a hint of who he's working for. I empty it of cash, tucking all of it into my pocket with the keys and toss the useless wallet aside.

Sighing, I look down at the man. He's the only one can answer those questions. I have to wait until he wakes up. Moving around the room once more I check to make sure I haven't missed anything.

Jack vanishes and another man appears. His hair is unkempt and greasy as it frames his round face; he's defiantly older than I am.

A chill runs through me and I began to shake as I try to make sense of it all, but there doesn't seem to be a rhyme or reason to it. What did all this have to do with the drug I had been given? Where was Jack? Was he all right?

The man began to stir, and reaching out I shake him hard. "Who are you and where's Jack? What are you doing planning to do with me?"

The man tried to sit up but he was tied to the bed. "What?" He looked around the room. "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Drawing a deep breath, I point the zat at him. "You're not Jack O'Neill. Your name is Bozin. Who are you working for, and where were you taking me? I need to know!"

"Untie me or you'll soon feel pain like you never have. We'll find you wherever you go; there's nowhere to run." The man tries to move, but I have restrained him well.

Feeling myself begin to tire, I press, "Why does the NID want me?"

The man's reaction tells me I'm way off. "If you're not NID, who are you? The Trust? Rogue NID? Lucien Alliance?"

The last one gets a reaction but I have no idea where the name came from. "It was-" I shake my head. This is all too confusing and the exhaustion I am beginning to feel wasn't making things easier.

Raising the gun one last time I demand, "Who are you? Tell me now or you die." I back up my words by raising the zat higher. "I've already shot you once; another one this soon will kill you, and the third one will make you disappear."

The man actually laughs at me. "You won't kill me. I know all about you, Samantha Carter. Now give up. They will be here you soon." The man's voice is so confident.

Hating that he's right, I lower the zat and pick up the gun, smacking it down on his head. "I guess you're right."

A sense of panic takes over as I head out the door. They're coming for me and I have to get out here. The instincts I've managed to fight are demanding to be heard. As I leave the room, I pick up the cell phone he left on the table in case I need it.

I take in my location. There the road only goes two ways; the direction we came from and the way forward. Other than the ramshackle collection of buildings there is nothing around but farmland and a few sloughs. The buildings are made up of a ancient gas station and I wonder if the pumps actually work, a restaurant I'm surprised is still standing and the hotel.

Seeing no one waiting for me, I run, heading from the dense brush surrounding the buildings.

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