To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz - Chapter 12
To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary crossover story but my altered headspace. Stargate SG-1 belongs to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, Fox, various individuals and companies and whoever owns them. Sanctuary belongs to Damian Kindler, Amanda Tapping, Martin Wood, The Beedie Group, Tricon Films & Television, Space and whoever else owns bits and pieces of it.
Spoilers: For SG-1, to the end of series; for Sanctuary, up to the episode “Pavor Nocturnus” (Season 2, Episode 5). Everything after that is up for grabs.
Summary: Sam and Cassie go Christmas shopping in New City ...
To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz
Chapter 12
Janet surveyed the laboratory she stood in and tried not to lose the contents of her stomach. Carnage was too nice a word to describe the mayhem. Walls and floors were cracked, plastic and metal were warped almost beyond recognition, and every bit of glass in the place was shattered; only what Hailey had identified as bullet proof glass remained-and that was spider-webbed with cracks. The building itself groaned as if in pain.
Then there were the bodies-some were pulpy, bloody smears against the walls, floor and even ceiling; grown men and women picked up and bodily hurled against the solid surfaces with tremendous force.
“Oh my baby,” Janet whispered, “What did these monsters force you to do?”
Others bore the hallmarks of a professional soldier who wasted little ammunition-one or two neat rounds to heart or head.
Sam … such controlled slaughter could only be Sam when she was in the zone and needed to make each bullet count.
And then there were those that looked like they’d literally been ripped apart by a savage animal’s claws-a grizzly or maybe a large cat. Janet didn’t know what to think, but from the evidence so far, a modern Mengele had been running some very sick experiments.
“General O’Neill, Dr. Fraiser,” a young medic from the Hammond called, beckoning them over. “It looks like they were definitely here, sir … ma’am,” he said holding up a vial of sluggish green liquid. “Some of the blood samples tested positive for the presence of naquadah. I won’t be able to tell whose blood it is or if it’s from both until I get the samples back to my lab, but I think we can safely say that they were here-the samples are fresh, less than half an hour old.”
“Question is-where are they now?” Janet said anxiously, biting back her tears.
“We’ll find them,” Vala said encouragingly.
“Hailey!” Jack called. “Got anything?”
“Not much sir,” the girl replied, frowning as she looked up from her computer. “My scanners are picking up a faint residual subspace disturbance in this room. It might be related to that weird subspace flutter Hammond’s sensors registered.” The computer’s insistent beeping interrupted her and she looked down at it, frown deepening even more in perplexity. “You know sir, if I didn’t know better, from the spectrum analysis of the disturbance I’d say that someone or something beamed out of here just moments after the shield went down.”
“But there’s no evidence of beaming technology in the facility,” Jack said thoughtfully.
“No sir,” Hailey replied. “So far, our teams haven’t found anything, which suggests that they didn’t have access to such technology here. The only conclusion I can think of is that whoever-whatever was beamed out, it was done remotely.”
“So what you’re saying is that they could be anywhere!”
Janet tried to control her panic, but when the young woman flinched at the volume and the accusation inherent in her voice, she knew that she’d lost that battle.
Turning away from Hailey, she fought to breathe, but it felt like a giant hand had reached into her chest and squeezed her heart mercilessly. Suddenly, all she could hear was the sound of her own blood pounding in her ears and clinging to all her years of training, she fought the urge to scream her fear and rising hysteria.
Oh dear God! Cassie where are you?
A sudden shrill noise slashed across her panicked thoughts and it took her a moment to realise that her cell phone was ringing. Fumbling to get it out of her coat pocket, she wasted no time in answering it.
As soon as she flipped it open, her daughter’s frantic voice cried, “Mom? Mommy, are you there?”
“Cassie!” Janet cried in relief. “Oh Cassie! Baby, where are you? Are you safe? Where’s Sam?”
“I’m safe, Mom,” her daughter replied calming down a bit. “And so is Sam, but she’s hit-and you know how she can’t take blood from anyone else. You need to bring enough of her blood for a transfusion right away.”
“Where are you?” Janet repeated, her heart racing again.
“At a place called the Sanctuary,” Cassie replied. “It’s a clinic on a big, private estate in Old City-”
“We know where the Sanctuary is,” Janet said nodding to Jack. “Are they responsible for this? Were they the ones-”
“Gods no, Mom!” her daughter cried cutting her off. “They’re absolutely not responsible-they’re the ones helping us now, and it was one of their people who helped me and Sam to escape. Mom, I promise I’ll explain everything when you get here, but right now, Sam really needs you and she needs that transfusion. They experimented on her, Mom,” Cassie cried as Janet’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. “They shot her up with something and tortured her to try and turn her into a psychotic killer. The doctor, Helen, says that she can keep Sam stable, but she needs to operate soon to get the bullet out and stop the internal bleeding. However, she can’t until you bring Sam’s blood.”
“All right, baby, we’ll be there in a few minutes,” Janet choked out. “We’ll take care of her; I promise.”
“Okay, see you soon,” Cassie said after a deep breath. “Also, tell General Jack that you need to stay outside the fence around the estate and use the front gate. If you know about this place, then I think you already know that they have some mad defences, and if you try to force your way in, people are going to get hurt. Someone will meet you at the front gate and bring you inside, but you have to leave your weapons outside. Please, Mom, make sure everyone understands.”
“Understood,” Janet replied. “We’ll be there soon.”
“Love you, Mom.”
“Love you too, Cassandra. Be safe.”
“I am, Mom, I really am.”
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Chapter 13
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary crossover story but my altered headspace. Stargate SG-1 belongs to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, Fox, various individuals and companies and whoever owns them. Sanctuary belongs to Damian Kindler, Amanda Tapping, Martin Wood, The Beedie Group, Tricon Films & Television, Space and whoever else owns bits and pieces of it.
Spoilers: For SG-1, to the end of series; for Sanctuary, up to the episode “Pavor Nocturnus” (Season 2, Episode 5). Everything after that is up for grabs.
Summary: Sam and Cassie go Christmas shopping in New City ...
To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz
Chapter 12
Janet surveyed the laboratory she stood in and tried not to lose the contents of her stomach. Carnage was too nice a word to describe the mayhem. Walls and floors were cracked, plastic and metal were warped almost beyond recognition, and every bit of glass in the place was shattered; only what Hailey had identified as bullet proof glass remained-and that was spider-webbed with cracks. The building itself groaned as if in pain.
Then there were the bodies-some were pulpy, bloody smears against the walls, floor and even ceiling; grown men and women picked up and bodily hurled against the solid surfaces with tremendous force.
“Oh my baby,” Janet whispered, “What did these monsters force you to do?”
Others bore the hallmarks of a professional soldier who wasted little ammunition-one or two neat rounds to heart or head.
Sam … such controlled slaughter could only be Sam when she was in the zone and needed to make each bullet count.
And then there were those that looked like they’d literally been ripped apart by a savage animal’s claws-a grizzly or maybe a large cat. Janet didn’t know what to think, but from the evidence so far, a modern Mengele had been running some very sick experiments.
“General O’Neill, Dr. Fraiser,” a young medic from the Hammond called, beckoning them over. “It looks like they were definitely here, sir … ma’am,” he said holding up a vial of sluggish green liquid. “Some of the blood samples tested positive for the presence of naquadah. I won’t be able to tell whose blood it is or if it’s from both until I get the samples back to my lab, but I think we can safely say that they were here-the samples are fresh, less than half an hour old.”
“Question is-where are they now?” Janet said anxiously, biting back her tears.
“We’ll find them,” Vala said encouragingly.
“Hailey!” Jack called. “Got anything?”
“Not much sir,” the girl replied, frowning as she looked up from her computer. “My scanners are picking up a faint residual subspace disturbance in this room. It might be related to that weird subspace flutter Hammond’s sensors registered.” The computer’s insistent beeping interrupted her and she looked down at it, frown deepening even more in perplexity. “You know sir, if I didn’t know better, from the spectrum analysis of the disturbance I’d say that someone or something beamed out of here just moments after the shield went down.”
“But there’s no evidence of beaming technology in the facility,” Jack said thoughtfully.
“No sir,” Hailey replied. “So far, our teams haven’t found anything, which suggests that they didn’t have access to such technology here. The only conclusion I can think of is that whoever-whatever was beamed out, it was done remotely.”
“So what you’re saying is that they could be anywhere!”
Janet tried to control her panic, but when the young woman flinched at the volume and the accusation inherent in her voice, she knew that she’d lost that battle.
Turning away from Hailey, she fought to breathe, but it felt like a giant hand had reached into her chest and squeezed her heart mercilessly. Suddenly, all she could hear was the sound of her own blood pounding in her ears and clinging to all her years of training, she fought the urge to scream her fear and rising hysteria.
Oh dear God! Cassie where are you?
A sudden shrill noise slashed across her panicked thoughts and it took her a moment to realise that her cell phone was ringing. Fumbling to get it out of her coat pocket, she wasted no time in answering it.
As soon as she flipped it open, her daughter’s frantic voice cried, “Mom? Mommy, are you there?”
“Cassie!” Janet cried in relief. “Oh Cassie! Baby, where are you? Are you safe? Where’s Sam?”
“I’m safe, Mom,” her daughter replied calming down a bit. “And so is Sam, but she’s hit-and you know how she can’t take blood from anyone else. You need to bring enough of her blood for a transfusion right away.”
“Where are you?” Janet repeated, her heart racing again.
“At a place called the Sanctuary,” Cassie replied. “It’s a clinic on a big, private estate in Old City-”
“We know where the Sanctuary is,” Janet said nodding to Jack. “Are they responsible for this? Were they the ones-”
“Gods no, Mom!” her daughter cried cutting her off. “They’re absolutely not responsible-they’re the ones helping us now, and it was one of their people who helped me and Sam to escape. Mom, I promise I’ll explain everything when you get here, but right now, Sam really needs you and she needs that transfusion. They experimented on her, Mom,” Cassie cried as Janet’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. “They shot her up with something and tortured her to try and turn her into a psychotic killer. The doctor, Helen, says that she can keep Sam stable, but she needs to operate soon to get the bullet out and stop the internal bleeding. However, she can’t until you bring Sam’s blood.”
“All right, baby, we’ll be there in a few minutes,” Janet choked out. “We’ll take care of her; I promise.”
“Okay, see you soon,” Cassie said after a deep breath. “Also, tell General Jack that you need to stay outside the fence around the estate and use the front gate. If you know about this place, then I think you already know that they have some mad defences, and if you try to force your way in, people are going to get hurt. Someone will meet you at the front gate and bring you inside, but you have to leave your weapons outside. Please, Mom, make sure everyone understands.”
“Understood,” Janet replied. “We’ll be there soon.”
“Love you, Mom.”
“Love you too, Cassandra. Be safe.”
“I am, Mom, I really am.”
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Chapter 13