by Kitty S
NOTE: It's been a looong time with the updates.
Sam's POV
"...94 bottles of beer on the wall, 94 bottles of beer..." I sighed as I rolled over. This song was so useless. There was a janitor in here, with a bunch of SF's aiming their guns at me. Where am I going to go? Jump over the janitor with my bare feet slide on my own vomit and dash for the door? I don't think so. "Hey, you! I asked for Doctor Fraiser."
"She's busy." The guy didn't move an inch. You're lying.
This is crazy, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be exploring planets, doing other things, solving mathematical equations. Dating dogs.
"Put this on." Say what?
"Excuse me?" Who are you now?
"You're being transfered, you need to change." He handed me the ugliest orange jumpsuit. "Put this on." Uh, hello. Get the hell out and I'd be glad to. Scoot. "We'll be back in five minutes." Thanks a million buddy.
Where's Janet, I need to talk to her about a bunch of things. My latest, throwing up. The eyeball thing, and to say goodbye at least. The goons came back, cuffing my wrists to the chain around my torso, and my ankles. Gulp. It's really happening. They're going to send me to prison. My friends. How does one act in these situation? Do you stop loving the people you see as family, or forgive them. What's the point if they think you're guilty. Is this philosophy? I never liked that class. What I wouldn't give just to be in college again.
With both arms being held securely by SF's on my side, we walked down the corridor towards the elevator. It wasn't that bad, except that human beings had eyes. There goes Samantha Carter, her bright future in the military cut short by greed. Selling alien tech for money. There goes Samantha Carter, the traitor that played her team. I give them credit, whoever did this to me. I mean, to get everyone to believe this crap and setting me up. Couldn't have been that easy. At least I hope not. I'd be doubly as pissed if it didn't take too much to get my family to condemn me.
Hey, it's Teal'c. "Hi, Teal'c." I'm glad to see someone.
"Major Carter, it was an honor." Yeah, same here. Too bad it had to go this way. Too bad you guys gave up on me.
"Same here. Bye." The elevator doors shut, leaving me to stand with the goons by me for 20 minutes. God, this thing is slow. If I pressed all the buttons would the SF's laugh? I think it's funny. Giggles.
"What's so funny?"
Giggles. "Oh, you wouldn't get it." Smile. This is really not a funny predicament though, what's wrong with me.
With all the grief this has caused, if it ever clears up, what should I do? Can I sue them? Will I get hazards pay? Or what if this end badly. Being charged with treason, getting the death penalty. Dying in prison. Never getting the chance to clear my name. That sucks.
Where do I go from here?
No, it is not a ghost. It is I, Samantha Carter walking, nay, trying to walk to meet my lawyer. The dammed clanking of the chains and cuffs makes me sound like I'm trying to haunt the cell block or something. Should I howl?
"Major Carter?" You know, if you looked up from that fascinating file, than you could see for yourself that yes, I am Major Carter. "I assume you know of the charge."
Yeah bucko, I do. "Is there even going to be a trial?" Do I get to play innocent until proven guilty?
Still looking down at his file, not looking up once he replied. "No, not for you." Why, am I special? Do I have a gold star sticker on my forhead? I wonder if I'll get fat while rotting in prison. Do you think they'll let me get a subscription for cosmopolitan.
"... I, uh, um." I don't really feel smart at the moment. Where the hell did my vocabulary go? "Huh?" Sam, that was so lame. Now all you need is drool trickling down your chin.
He looked up.
Holy crap! "Holy crap!" I know him. Sorta. I've seen him before, and he sure as hell isn't a lawyer. "What the hell are you doing here?" Did you kill my lawyer? Lawyers are helpless, he probably couldn't have defended himself. What you did was mean!
"You know, you and I have a lot in common." Huh? We do? Are you sure? You have ten fingers, I have ten fingers... "I'm here to tie up your past. To give you a future." Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.
"Why?" Good girl. 'Why' is a word. You've finally said an actual word.
"Listen Ms. Carter,"
Correction. "Major." Not that hard, you're staring at my file. Having a hard time reading I see.
"Not anymore. As of now, you're a civilian. You've been discharged from the Air Force and you've already been charged and convicted with treason. Death row won't be long. You'll receive lethal injection in a matter months." What? What kind of sick joke is this. All that in a couple of days? You guys were busy.
"What's going on?" Tell me everything now, or I swear I'll snap your neck.
He got up, clearing up the desk. "Follow me, we'll explain everything on the way." Follow you... where?
"Where are we going?" At least they removed the chains. The goons are actually letting me go... and follow him. There had better be 'just kidding' somewhere in the explanation. Or my head might just explode. Or his.
"Off world." Blink. Blink.
Huh. "Oh." I see.
Weird.