by Kitty S

Notes: Spoliers for: Foothold, A hundred days, Shades of grey, Smoke and mirrors


Sam's POV

"Start taking. Now." Before I loose the little patience I have left and smack you upside the head. My stomach growled. Crap, you can't sound macho-y and dangerous when you're stomach growls. When was the last I ate? I don't think I'm very hungry though. Maybe I have a bipolar stomach, it growls, thinking it is hungry... but as soon as you give it food, it throws it back. It's the chocolate, I haven't had it enough. I'm going through withdraw. Oh God, this is horrible. How could they do this to me, first they take away my freedom, then chocolate? Do they have no soul?

"Ever since O'Neill's little stunt with the rouge NID's, we've been strategically extracting them. The government had to follow the law, they had no choice than to lock them up. These men were following orders. To avoid severing ties with our allies, we cut the string of hierarchy. But since the orders came from a very high place, and we couldn't afford to reveal all the guilty parties. Then we heard that there was an inside job, that someone was continuing the work within the SGC. And that someone was caught. Agent Barrett sent us to extract you." Wow, thats one heck of a story. Except... I'm not freakin guilty! I keep thinking, that someone out there is going to find out and the bells will ring, birds will fly, and there will be a chorus singing hallelujah. But, no. Why the hell did I have to get up on the wrong side of the universe? Ever heard of chaos theory? Someone out there better be having a hell of a day. Because mine SUCKS.

"That'll make a great novel one day. Now, wheres the part where you say, 'We're sorry you had to go through this. We knew you were innocent the whole time?'" Wouldn't hurt to ask. It seems like he has all the answers. He has the I-know-more-than-you type of an attitude. Plus the greasy hair.

And where the hell is Barrett? I mean, if he ordered the extraction and took an interest in my case you'd think he'd be here to over see... stuff. "Agent Barrett will arrive soon, you can speak to him regarding your innocence." And here I thought my mind reading abilities were gone. Or, is he reading mine. Am I THAT of an open book? Who would have thought.

"Oh, sure. I'll just... sit." Hopefully Mrs. Johanson is watering my yard. Looks like I'm going to be away for a while.

"Major Carter."

Major huh, I thought you guys stripped me of my title before you execute me. Why Barrett, you're right on time. "Major?"

"Well, I guess not anymore. Just didn't want you to punch me." Hmm, smart boy. "I'm assuming my assistant covered the basis." I knew I've seen him before. Score one for me. Yay.

"Yeah, he's a real talker. Now, about me being guilty." Yeah buddy, what the heck is that about? I go to bed, and wake up a traitor. A bad one at that, littered evidence everywhere apparently. "And going off world." Oh yeah, that too. Don't you need a stargate for that kind of... traveling?

"It was the only way to protect you. I thought while we're sweeping up with the whole NID mess, I'd get you out while I can." Gee thanks. You're my hero. "I don't expect you to explain yourself to me, I'm just doing you a favor."

It's as if everyone forgot what kind of person I was. Who I was. Had me mixed up with a common criminal. "So, you think I did it. That I'd betray everyone that has ever trusted me and go behind their backs for my own benefit." At least he hasn't asked for the truth or apologized to me a thousand times like someone I know.

"It doesn't matter what I think."

I've been feeling like a broken record for the past couple of days. "Why and how are we going off world?"

"We can take you through the stargate, we got clearance to take you. Or we can go the old fashion way, by ship." It's as if the muscles in my face went numb. Pick your jaw up.

"You have a ship. Where did you get it?" Something fishy is going on here. If we had a ship, I'd know about it.

"I'm not at liberty to say." Of course you're not. If you were, things would be easy for me. And as we've figured out, the world is against me.

I recognize this road, we're headed towards the mountain. Why are we going back there? "Why are we going off world?"

"To keep you alive." Cough. Choke. Swallow now, don't want you to kick the bucket now. "You realize you can't stay here." No, I didn't.

"Why not?"

"Whether or not you're innocent isn't the issue here. You're getting the death penalty. And in cases where the stargate is involved, the process is pretty quick. You're being relocated." Is this right? Who allows these kinds of things? And do I have a say in this? Who knows, I might be proven innocent any time here. No, I'm not in denial. Am I? So if you bozos have a ship, then why are we headed towards the mountain. Does the SGC know about this plan of yours? Are they allowing us to use their precious stargate to conduct illicit acts. "I'd thought you'd might want to say goodbye." Oh, that.

"Why would they allow us to use their gate, do they even know about the extraction?"

"Yes they do. I can imagine that they're not happy about, especially O'Neill. But these orders came very high, you know the drill, orders are orders." He paused, rolled down his window at the first check point. "This was a personal favor Sam, you've helped me, I'm helping you. The rest of the NID agents went back to their bases, but you don't have one anymore. Unfortunately, because you're not officially being cleared, the only thing you can do is leave Earth. You're alleged acts were independent from the NID, so I can't keep you from getting the needle if you're here."

"When will I be able to come back? What about my life here? Barrett, you can clear me. There has to be a way to prove that I didn't do this. Please." Begging isn't my forte. But I'm desperate.

"You have eye witnesses, and an actual person that claimed to have worked with you. There's nothing I can do."

"What about those image devices, just like the ones that were used to frame Colonel O'Neill." Good idea, why haven't I thought of that before.

"There wasn't one made for you. And you were the only one that could make another, which doesn't help your case. Listen, I'm not just going to send you off and abandon you, we just have to keep the needle away until we can clear you." Does this mean you believe me? But what's with the rush, why not just keep me in prison while you investigate. I can help. "Your team is waiting for you at the gate, whenever you're ready."

Whoa, you're moving waaay to fast here. I can't just leave. "Why are you doing this for me, why the rush? If you can clear me, then clear me. Don't just send me away."

"Because," Barrett leaned close, to anyone else it looked like he was kissing me. "Sam, you're pregnant." Holy smokes!

Breathe in, breathe out... I'm what? That's impossible! Oh, wait. Damn. Naked rejection, the one time we were able to get close and, bam!

"Does anyone else know?" I whispered back. This is unbelievable, why is this happening to me, what the hell did I do to piss whoever was in charge off?

"No. Just me."

Was that good new or bad news. I'm carrying Jacks baby, the man that thinks I seduced him so I can go around selling information. The man that believes I'm a traitor and that I used him for my own purposes. The man that I loved. The man that's standing in front of the ramp, staring me down. Looking quiet pissed actually.

"Where am I going?" I have finally resigned to my fate. I was framed, no one believed me. I'm pregnant, no one knows. I'm disappearing, and no one will notice. Niagara falls is about to escape from my eyes.

"Edora." Wonderful, really, I love it there, looking forward to it... yeah. It sucks to be me. "Bye Sam, and before you even start, I'm working on your case. I promise." At least someone will.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." I gave him a big hug, can you blame me? The guy didn't know me as much as my team did, and went out on a limb to save me from my own government. "I'd better get going, before I hear complaints on how expensive it is to keep the gate open."

Walking away from him was hard, knowing that he believed that I was innocent and can do something about it made me very attached. I wanted to help, give my assistance in away way to clear my name.

"I didn't know you were in bed with the enemy." Jack, I'll miss you too. "Oh, wait. You are the enemy." Do you really want to start a fight now, in front of everybody?

"You know Sir, when you were accused with the assassination of Senator Kinsey, I NEVER doubted for a second that you would do such a thing. Even with the tape, and your lack of a alibi. I always thought you'd do the same for me, but I guess I was wrong. Have a nice life."

I was going to tell him about the baby, I really was. But who would in my situation, when he blurts so carelessly that I was the enemy. Clearly the man didn't trust me anymore. Why give someone who doesn't trust you something as precious and beautiful as a child? "I'll send Laira your love, if you give Janet mine."


"Fair day, Samantha." Oh, it's you. Do you think we can change that to 'How are you?' At least while I'm here anyway. "Did Jack not accompany you?"

Sam, calm down. She didn't ask you that to piss you off, she asked you that because she's freakin stupid.


End part 6.

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