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Jack growled, scaring a few airmen passing by the door to Daniel's office.
"Any of you seen the General?"
They shook their heads and moved as quickly as they could while trying not to look like they were fleeing.
Daniel whipped around the corner only to backpeddle when he saw Jack's face.
"Have you seen the General?"
"I'm figuring if you know where one is, I'll find both."
Daniel looked at Jack like he was slow in the head.
"Have you checked the General's quarters?"
For a second Daniel wondered if Jack would flatten him.
That's what the glitter in Jack's eye was threatening.
Then he saw Jack very deliberately relax his breathing.
"Sorry Daniel. Yes, I checked his quarters. They were the first place I looked."
"Oh. I have no idea then. I've been with Bre and company for the past hour."
"Bre and company?"
"Top of their class, extremely bright, enthusiastic, totally clue-less, newly graduated archaeologists and
anthropologists the SGC brought in last month."
Jack rolled his eyes.
"Umm....would three of them be
those boys who can't be more than fourteen who wear crisp color-decimated suits even in the commissary when I'm trying to eat?"
Daniel choked a bit.
"Yeah. That's them."
Jack shook his head.
"First thing to do
when this mess is over and done with is to regulate uniforms for both civilians and military personnel inside this base."
"Aren't you over-reacting just a tinsy bit?"
"What do you need the General for?"
"Janet was screaming her head off in the infirmary and even though they
sedated her thoroughly, she keeps waking up every few minutes and screaming as much as she can with a dry mouth and throat. I've been checking back into the infirmary regularly, but nothing's changed and I can't find Hammond."
Daniel's mouth was pursed and his eyes were so wide you could almost read his thoughts as they scrolled around his irises.
"They have no idea what happened to her?"
"Not a clue."
Daniel started off, away from Jack.
"Ummm...where ya going?"
"Huh? Oh, to get Martouf."
Jack cocked his head.
Daniel thought fast.
"He might know where Sam's dad is."
And, Daniel added silently, he might have some insight into Janet's condition.
Jack fell into step beside him as he hurried to the guest quarters.
* * * * * *
She'd never hurt so much in her life.
All she could see was darkness, but she could feel a hand around her as she was grabbed yet again and slammed into another hand that would in turn slam her into another one.
She had no idea how many times she'd been slammed.
She didn't care.
She just wanted it to stop.
She screamed and screamed, hearing two other voices screaming just as loud.
One was Jolinar's and one had to be Janet's.
They say you hear yourself differently inside than others hear you outside.
That's why it took three or four slams before she realized the echoing voice was the way Janet's would sound if she were a bit distorted
and in severe pain.
Then she was slammed again and she didn't care anymore about that, either.
If she ever got out of this, she and Janet were going to have a real heart-to-heart chat about what guest accomodations should be.
Sam didn't think smashing guests between your mental hands was in any decent manners book.
Sam screamed again as she felt her back break.
She felt it heal again, only for it to break a different way on contact with the
She'd never watch trash or a car get compacted.
She'd sympathize too much with the compactee.
If someone learned how to do this as torture, they'd already know each and every secret she possessed.
voice screamed steadily except when sudden impacts forced breaks into the terrified stream of sound.
Janet's was never broken.
She screamed in pain, over and over, but it was obvious only Jolinar and Sam were being smashed
and crumpled like paper.
Sam started to think about that, until she was broken in half with her foot sticking out her mouth.
Then, she just screamed in heart-wrenching agony and didn't care anymore.
* * * * * *
Amber was completely stumped.
So was Dr. Warren.
They'd run every test they could think of and they still didn't have a clue what was happening inside Dr. Fraiser.
Amber clutched the doctor's personal file as she walked
back to the infirmary bed where Dr. Fraiser was, at least for the moment, mercifully quiet.
There was no telling how long until she woke up again.
Amber spared barely a glance for the living wall that had planted itself next
to Dr. Fraiser's bed the last time the Colonel had checked on her.
Teal'c probably should've made her nervous, but she really didn't care about him one way or another.
The only problem she had with him was that his arrival
usually meant the Colonel was near.
Talk about a bad day.
The Colonel's girlfriend gets sick…The SGC Grapevine had confirmed their relationship this morning…and now she had to deal with the Colonel constantly
coming in and asking for updates.
Well, if there were something mentally wrong with Dr. Fraiser, it would explain the existence of that relationship.
She checked Dr. Fraiser's vitals again.
Nothing had changed.
At least she seemed to be sleeping now.
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