by Kitty S

NOTE: It's been a looong time with the updates.

Sam's POV

Being in the holding cell was great, for the first ten minutes at least, since that's how long it took me to finish eating my chocolate. Then you start thinking, which is great if you’re trying to solve something or impress someone... or confuse a certain someone. But when you're all alone in a tiny space with bars for doors and your dearest friends, you're family brought this upon you, you're thinking tends to go sour. Teal'c came to visit first. Thrilled to see him, but a bit disappointed that Jack hadn't been the first. Teal'c had given the whole warrior speech, then soften up a little swearing they'll figure this out. Daniel had been next. He looked like a little mouse running from a fat cat. His hair ruffled in all directions.

Dragging the chair by the door, he sat down. "Hi Sam," he cleared his throat, rubbing his left eyebrow. "How are... things?"

Hmm, things, uh, I don't know Daniel, how do I look? How should I feel? "Great. Peachy. Fantastic. Wonderful." I sat back down on my bed, leaning against the wall. "I might decorate my spare room like this. Since I keep ending up in here, might as well have one in my house."

He stared, as if he's trying to figure out if I was joking or not. For heaven's sakes, would I really enjoy being here? Think Danny, think! Follow my lead and think! "I'm sorry this happened, just tell me the whole story and we'll fix everything." He had a pen and legal pad on his lap.

I think my eyeball just twitched. "Tell you the truth." I repeated slowly. Oh, there it goes again. I swear my eyeball twitched. Maybe it's associated with annoyance. Ok Danny, I tell you the dammed truth. And I'll time how long it takes for you to ignore, and completely disregard my 'truth' and ask for the dammed truth again. "I don't know where the missing technology went. I don't know how it ended up in my house and locker. I don't know where the missing security tape went." Ready set... go!

He hesitated. "Sam..."

Time! Nine seconds. Wow, nine seconds. "Yes?" He must just like saying my name.

"...Sam," Really, really, like saying my name.

I threw my boots on the floor, it's uncomfortable wearing them on the bed. I don't care if it's against regulations. "What Daniel. Just say it dammit." I threw my socks as well. Ah. This feels really good.

He got up then, putting the chair back. "I want to believe you." Oh really? Then do it! Not that hard. "But the evidence..." When the hell did you become an investigator. Evidence my ass. You're a dammed linguist, not a cop. Now read my lips.

"Daniel! I. Don't. Care." I pulled my shirt out of my pants. Getting as comfortable as I can.

Getting close to the bars, he leaned in. "I'm sorry Sam." I looked up from my bed to see him leave. Great.

My eyeball twitched.

Something landed on my chest. What. The. Hell. They're throwing things at me now? How rude. Not even a 'heads up.' In retrospect, I brought my head up. Janet! It was Janet. "Janet! Hi!"

"Thought you might be getting a bit bored here." She smiled. I smiled. I haven't seen a smile in a while. I haven't smiled in a while. "You like your M&M's plain right?"

I looked up. "Yeah." The smile was gone now. I haven't realized how lonely I was. Until now, I didn't really mind being here. With my friends and team treating me like a traitor, might as well be away from them. But seeing Janet around... "So, what's up?"

She sat on the floor, instead of the chair. Walking in front of her, I sat. Only the bars separating us. "Oh, nothing much. Cassie got an achievement award for biology. Wanted to know if you would come to celebrate." Her eyes were shinny with unshed tears.

"That's great, I'm so proud. Following in your footsteps I see." I tossed an M&M at her. Sharing my wealth. "Um, tell her... I'll try to make it." But we both knew I couldn't. I couldn't even pee without permission.

Sucking on her candy, she laughed. "I can't believe your teeth haven't fallen out. Chocolate is too sweet, can't even finish that bag."

"You think this ability is natural?" I chucked a handfull in my mouth. "You've got to build this up."

As if there was a cloud on top of us, things got serious. "Sam, I know you didn't do this, I don't believe it at all. I also can't believe they do. I can't imagine what you're going through, I wish I could give you a hug."

I nodded, you and me both sister. "It'll clear up. It has to. Then they'll be kissing my ass everywhere."

"We will?" Colonel O'Neill. You remember that cloud, yeah, that was him. "Doc, will you excuse us." Yeah Janet, since only one of us could actually go and leave...

"Yes Sir." She got up. "I'll come back later, night Sam."

Yeah, night. "Colonel O'Neill, what a surprise." What brings you to my neighborhood? Past Solitary Confinement Street, to the Brig Avenue.

He was fidgeting, hands in his pockets. God Jack, just say what you have to and leave. I didn't beg for you to come and see me. "Sir?" Look, I just got comfortable, don't make me uncomfortable. OK?

"How could you?" Huh? Blinking away the eyeball twitching. How could I... what? "Stop acting like you smell like roses." Roses... what? "I guess I'm blind. Or did you seduce me to turn a blind eye?" Stop talking about eyes, mine keeps on twitching. I should have asked Janet about it when she was here. When we were rudely interrupted. "Did my love mean nothing to you?" Whoa there mister, heel. Excuse me? Your love, your LOVE. I don't remember love, I remember, 'for the sake of the team.' And what's this crap about seduce, I'm not a common whore, OK? I'm... I'm, getting sick. Physically.

"First of all Sir, you're a bastard. Second, I didn't seduce you so I can get around and steal." I've never been this pissed before. I'd rather be dancing around with a goa'uld. "When do I get a lawyer? Or do you just persecute me and I disappear?" Does a phone call apply?

Why are his eyes so dark? "You'll get your pencil neck paper pusher. Once you arrive, he should be there waiting." He's walking away. Hey, where the hell are you going buddy. I'm not done.

"Once I arrive where?" My stomach hurts, I think I'm going to puke. Only if I can aim it towards O'Neill. Coat him in vomit.

One word left his mouth before he left. And all of my dinner left mine.

"Prison."