Angel poured himself some coffee, and sat next to Cordelia in
her living room. "Angel, I am so bored! Nothing's happened in weeks!"
"I kind of like it, not having to save the world and all
that stuff. Let's call it a vacation. Anyway Cordelia, you haven't had a vision
for ages." Angel pointed out.
"I know. I'm just bored!" She complained again.
"Look, tonight, when it gets dark, the four of us are
going down to Lauren's club. How's that sound to you?" He asked.
"Dreadful, if you're singing karaoke." She really
hoped he wasn't.
"I'm not." Angel promised.
"Then it sounds great." Cordy said.
"Good. Wait, what's wrong with my singing?" He
"Just don't give up the day job Angel." Cordelia
sighed. She dropped her mug, and held on to the couch arms. She started yelling.
She yelled. She was in so much pain. They hadn't been this bad when they first
started, but they had gradually been getting worse and worse. Phantom Dennis
poured her a glass of alcohol, and it appeared to float over to the table, but
he was carrying it. Dennis was a ghost you see. Phantom Dennis the menace.
The vision stopped, and Cordy was gasping. Angel gave her a
hug, and she squeezed him really tight, if it had been a human she was
squeezing, she would have suffocated them. She grabbed the pad that had now
appeared on the table, and a pen from Dennis, and wrote down what she saw.
"Dru. Darla." She said.
"What did they do?"
"Hasn't happened yet. I saw them. Then I saw a woman. She
was tall. Blonde. She was a scientist. Possibly in the air force. Very sick.
There was this man with her. Called O'Neill. He's a colonel. And a big dude. He
had a funny tattoo." She told him. She sketched the woman on the pad.
"She's in danger. She's being let out of the infirmary today. They're going
to get her then."
"We'll go get Wesley to run this in to the computer. You
said she was in the air force?" Angel checked.
"Yes. Or working with them. She was in a grey place.
Boring. Probably an air force base. Deep underground." She replied.
"Okay. Let's roll." Angel helped Cordelia up, and
they set off for the office. They found Wesley and playing pool in the back.
"I have to help her!" She argued, still wobbly, and
"You're not helping her by feeling ill. There's nothing
you can do yet." He reminded her.
"Vision?" Gunn asked.
"Yes. Here's a sketch she drew. It's of a scientist. She
might be in the air force." Angel handed Wes the sketch.
"I can scan it in and look through the Air Force
records." Wesley went over to the computer, and scanned the picture in.
Five minutes later, the computer bleeped, and the screen said that it had made a
"Direct match. Major Doctor Samantha Faye Carter. Thirty
one years old. Works at Cheyenne Mountain Base in Colorado Springs." Wes
"We have a long journey then." Cordelia thought.
"It's not that far to Colorado Cordie. Listen, we go
there now." Angel told them.
"Why? What's this woman being attacked for?" Wes
"Looking hot? 'Cuz she's the bomb!" Gunn suggested.
"No . Look, we find her. She's in trouble. We help her.
We also find Darla and Dru." Cordelia explained.
"Hey Major. How are you feeling today?" Doctor
"Better thanks. I just want to get back to work."
"Give it a few weeks." Warner told her.
"But..." She argued.
"No buts. Janet would say the same thing if she were in
today. I'll get her to tell you over the phone if you want..." Warner
"No. Okay, can I go or not?" Carter asked.
"Yes, but stay in bed for the next couple of weeks. Take
these, and I want you to come and see myself or Janet every three days,
okay?" Warner ordered.
"Is that really necessary?" She asked.
"Of course it is Carter. Don't argue with the Doc. Be a
good little girl and do what he says." O'Neill said as he walked in, taking
a seat at his friend's bedside.
"Yes sir, daddy sir!" Sam joked.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I assume she can't drive?" He
"Certainly not for the next three weeks or so. Possibly
more. For someone who's been through all that you've been through recently
Major, I'm guessing. Usually we'd say about six months, if not more. Let's just
take it easy and see how we go."
"But..." She tried again.
"Oh for crying out loud Sam! You nearly died four weeks
ago! I think you ought to listen to the Doctor!" O'Neill shouted, although
he hadn't intended to.
"But I didn't!" Sam reminded them.
"And we don't want you to! If you don't do what the
Doctor says you could get much worse, and I will not allow you to die.
Understood?" He asked, knowing Sam never argued with a direct order unless
there was no other option.
"Yes sir." She replied quietly.
"I suggest that you take Major Carter home,
Colonel." Warner suggested.
"Yeahsureyoubetcha." He said.
"Major, take these papers to General Hammond, and you're
"Can she have a bag for that medicine please? There's a
lot there." O'Neill asked, looking at the twenty four containers on the
"Of course." One hour later, Sam and Jack arrived at
her house. He took her in, and made sure she was tucked up in bed, and then left
back to work, after she had insisted for the thirtieth time that she was fine.
Samantha did not know though, that Darla and Druscilla were
lurking around in her house. "I'm a cow. Mooooo!" Dru whispered.
"Shush Dru! You'll let her know we're here!" Darla
whispered back, angrily. Sam was already asleep, O'Neill had made sure of that
when he left. He knew that she was still in a lot of pain.
Darla and Dru crept out from their hiding place, in the
closet, and grabbed Sam. They escaped through the door, blankets covering their
heads so that they didn't turn in to a pile of dust, and carrying a tied up Sam
with them. A man from Wolfram And Hart grabbed Sam and put her in the back,
while D&D made a rush for the van.
The Angel investigations crew arrived at Carter's house to
find her door open, and no one inside. Cordelia fell to the floor, her hands on
her head. The guys helped her up on to Sam's bed. "She's gone. It's a
horrible place. A dark place. Wolfram and Hart had something to do with
it." She said, when the vision had finished. "If we do get her, we
need Jack's help."
"He's her friend. Her Commanding Officer. And we need
Captain Hutch. He's the big dude with a tattoo. His real name is Teal'C. He's a
demon...no...an alien!" Cordelia corrected herself.
"Oh. Okay, where does he live or work?" Angel asked,
needing an address to find her.
"He lives here." She wrote the address down.
"He's just about to go." The four friends piled in to the car, Angel
in the back, a blanket over his head. They pulled up O'Neill's drive, and
Cordelia knocked at the door.
"Hello. Colonel O'Neill? I'm Cordelia Chase, from Angel
can we talk please?" She asked politely. "This is
Angel, Wesley Price, and Charles Gunn."
"Err...sure. Come in." O'Neill stepped aside to let
the woman, a tall coloured man, an English chap with glasses, and a man with a
blanket over his head in to his house. They all sat in the living room, and
Angel's blanket was off now that they were inside with no light. "What can
I do for you?"
"Well Mr....Colonel O'Neill, my friend Cordelia here had
a vision of your friend." Wesley said.
"Major Carter. She's in grave danger. She's been injured
hasn't she? She nearly died last month?" Cordy asked.
"Yes. Vision?" Jack asked.
"I saw her. You've just dropped her off at home. We went
there just after you'd been, and she wasn't there. She's been kidnapped, and we
need your help." Cordelia said.
"You need my help? Look, I don't know who you people are,
but I have to get to work." O'Neill obviously thought that these people
"Look, come with us. We'll prove it. We need Teal'C
too." Cordelia pleaded.
"Who?" He was shocked they knew, but he still
couldn't say anything.
"Murray Hutch is his Earth name. He's a big scary dude.
Jaffa. Tattoo on the forehead. Hard to miss." Cordy recalled.
"Look, how do you know all this?" O'Neill inquired
"Let us show you. We need your help. Call your friend,
and we can go save Samantha." Angel said. Jack picked up the phone.
"Yeah, this is Colonel Jack O'Neill. Let me speak with
Teal'C right now. Thanks. Hi Spock. It's Fruit Loop. We have a problem. Get a
driver to bring you to my house right away. It's urgent. Danny too. Bring zats,
your staff, and all the usual we use for the snakes. Bring Sam's Goa'uld stuff
too. I'll call Fraiser. Bye." He hung up. He then dialed another number.
"Hi Cassandra sweetie. Is your mom there? Thanks honey. Okay, bye. Janet!
Thank god! Listen, get to my house right now. No, don't bring Cassy. Leave her
with a sitter. Just get here now! Bring your medical kit."
"Okay. We're all here. Doctor Janet Fraiser, Teal'C and
Daniel Jackson, meet Cordelia Chase, Angel, Wesley Price and Charles Gunn.
Cordelia, Gunn, Angel and Wesley, meet Danny, Teal'C and Janet." Jack
introduced them all.
"Who are these people? What's the emergency?" Janet
"We're from Angel investigations, LA. We need your help.
We'll explain everything on the way, but we must leave right now!" Cordy
told her. They all piled in to the Air Force truck, and headed off for the place
that Sam was. But they didn't know where she was.
"Getting anything?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, a bad stomach from that sushi we had for
breakfast." Cordelia replied, holding her stomach.
"For breakfast? You are weird Cord." Gunn exclaimed.
"Wait! Wait! Stop!" She yelled. She jumped out of
the truck, and started walking.
"Hey!" O'Neill called. She turned around, and he
handed her a gun.
"I already have a stake!" She whispered. Jack got
"A stake?" O'Neill repeated.
"Yes. Vampires get killed by light and stakes."
Wesley explained. "That's why Angel can't get out."
"Oh." O'Neill and Cordelia explored the old
warehouse, Cordy went one way, and she screamed. "ANGEL! WESLEY! N!"
She was gone. Cordelia Chase was no where to be seen. O'Neill,
Daniel, Janet, Teal'C, Wesley and n all looked for her for forty minutes before
they found a small trail of blood. Not enough for her to have been sired though.
Samantha Carter lay in a cellar somewhere, she was alone. She
was too ill to try and escape. She couldn't do anything but wait. Wait for her
Colonel to come and rescue her like he always did, but would he? He probably
wouldn't have a clue. Now, she realised, she was lying down here, dying, from
the wounds that had become re-opened and almost certainly infected again, alone,
with no hope of rescue.
Then there was a noise. The door was opening. She heard it
creek. Three women were at the door. One was pushed in. One of her captors was
singing, and moving her head in a very odd manor. "La la la la! The cow
leaves the office, and the pig, lion and vampire come too! Fla la la la la la la
la la la la! Then the snake's friends come running after her, and we get an all
you can eat buffet!"
"Shut up Dru! Just shut up!"
"But grandmum! I'm a bit worried about the rose, she's
broken! She's broken! She's broken." Dru started crying.
"Come on!" The door was locked again, and Darla
walked off. Sam and Cordelia could see Dru peeping through the glass window,
"The pretty Air Force flower's broken! Oh dear!" She
walked off. Cordelia picked herself up, and went over to the other woman's side.
She realised it was Sam.
"Oh my god! Samantha? They didn't...bite you did they?
Are you okay?" Cordy asked.
"No, they didn't bite me. Why? Who are you? How do you
know me?" Sam asked confusedly.
"I'm Cordelia Chase, from Angel Investigations. I had a
vision, and knew you were in trouble. What I meant by bite you was that they're
Vampires, and Dru's a mad one. She's not as bad as Darla. Darla's really
evil." Cordelia told her.
"Oh great!" Sam said.
"You're pretty badly hurt. It's from Apophis isn't it? He
really hurt you." Cordelia felt her pain.
"How do you know that?" Sam tried to back away.
"Part of the vision. But...you're worse than you were
before you were captured. My god, what did they do to you?" She asked,
looking at the huge cuts and bruises on her body.
"Nothing much. Just flunged me in to the back of a truck,
with a bunch of creepy crawlies in the back. It was the nails, in the back. I
just got a few in me. The van said Wolfram and something..." She tried to
remember, but she didn't want to.
"Don't worry about that now. I know who they are, and so
does Angel. They'll be right behind us, I'm sure." Cordy assured her.
"My friends. Angel, he's a vampire, and Wes, Gunn, and
your guys too. Jack, Teal'C and Daniel is it? Oh, and that Doctor woman.
Janet." Cordelia remembered.
"They're all working together?" Sam asked.
"Listen to me, just hang on until they get here,
okay?" Cordelia said. If they get here.
"Why have they done this?"
"Don't worry about that now. Just rest, okay? Save your
energy." Cordy took off her jacket, and put it under the Major's head.
"Oh! Look at the pretty daffodils all in a row! It's
dinner time my little doggies!" Dru was back.
"NO! Druscilla! Don't eat us! Please!" Cordy begged,
"It's not dinner time for us! We'll find us some pure
mortals to eat! It's your dinner time my little kitty! Meow! Meow!" Dru
shoved the trays under the door. "Oh oh! Grandmummy's coming!"
"DRUSCILLA!" Darla boomed from upstairs.
"I'll be back my gems! I'm a cow! Moo!" She said, as
she went upstairs.
"What's the deal with her?" Sam said, a whisper
being all that she could manage.
"I'm a pig! Oink!" They heard a noise from upstairs.
"You really want to know? She's a vampire who sustained a
sharp bonk to the head with a metal object, I think!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"She's waaaay better than Darla, let me tell you. What happened to you,
when you were captured by Apophis?"
"He err...shot me with a Tau'ri gun." Sam recalled.
"Tau'ri?" Cordy didn't have a clue what that meant.
"Oh. How come it's healed?" Cordelia was confused.
"Well I err...he killed me that time, when I refused to
be his queen, and he realised I could block a Goa'uld from blending with me. He
revived me with a sarcophagus, and his guards hit me, and kicked me, and all
that kind of stuff. He...he err...he decided one day that he'd make me in to a
slave, once he had all the Tok'ra knowledge. He thought he might trade me to
Osiris or Yu." Sam's voice was getting croaky.
"It's the name of a Goa'uld. Of course then he thought
that he should keep me, as I was valuable. So there I was. I had the choice to
be his queen, or...work myself to death. So what did I do? I chose to work, but
the food that I was preparing for him, I couldn't eat it. The Jaffa would catch
you. There was this one young girl, who was so thin...she was starving, so I
gave her some, but I got caught. She died from hunger, and I got tortured by
Apophis. And I did again and again for no reason. He didn't need one. He didn't
like me. He doesn't like me. I wasn't eating anything, and that's why it hurt me
more than it should. He had so many weapons that Jolinar, the Tok'ra that
blended with me, or I knew about. Fifty days after I had been captured, SG-1
learned of my location, and all of the SG teams, 1-14 came to get me. He'd left,
knowing that if all of those people were like SG-1, then he was going to get his
ass kicked. He left me outside, in the freezing cold, almost dead." She was
"Oh my god! Sam! That's awful! I am so sorry."
Cordelia was crying too.
"I'm home aren't I? Anyway, the Colonel, he found me, and
put his jacket around me, didn't let go of me until I was in the infirmary.
Apparently, he didn't leave my side for three weeks, until I woke up. That was
last week I woke up. I was already getting better, but..." It was painful
for Sam to talk about, you could tell by her eyes.
"Oh god! I am really sorry. Stargate, that's a word I
found in my vision. It's a big ring isn't it? Takes you to other planets."
"Yes." She whispered, in a croaky voice. Cordelia
crawled over to the trays Dru had pushed through.
"That's the good thing about Dru. She's mad. She doesn't
know what she's doing. She'll keep you alive if Darla doesn't know about
it." Cordelia told her. She grabbed one of the trays and pulled it over.
"So that's why you're so thin?"
"Oh. Maybe you should have something to drink. Dru hasn't
enough sense to put poison in anything, thank god. If Darla and Dru are working
for Wolfram and Hart, why did they capture you? Wait! You said something about a
Tok'ra? Could she be classified as a demon?" Cordy asked, as she put the
flask of water up to Sam's mouth.
"I guess." She replied, when she had finished
"Then that's why Wolfram and Hart want you. But...if they
wanted to get rid of you, you'd have either been made in to a vamp or killed by
now. So why haven't they killed you? I mean, I have my visions. All you have are
memories." Cordy tried to make sense of it all.
"Not true. I have the ability to speak Goa'uld and many
other languages, detect Goa'uld, and use Goa'uld weapons and machinery."
"Wow! Then that's what they want you for. They want you
to kill things for them." Cordelia knew how Wolfram and Hart worked.
"I will never! I'll die before that happens. Which looks
pretty likely at the moment. It feels pretty likely too." She whispered,
her voice getting dodgier and shakier every second. She was dying. Cordelia
could tell. She was loosing a lot of blood.
"Darla!" Cordy hissed. "You stay away from
her!" Darla opened the door, three men behind her.
"No! But they're my pets!" Druscilla cried, as she
was being pinned to a wall by the fourth man.
"Not any more they aren't. Time for Miss Jolinar to take
a ride with a couple of W&H boys."
"You leave her alone Darla!"
"Silence! Wolfram and Hart have not got a use for you,
currently. You'll go with her though. When they do, you'll know." Darla
said. Two men carried Sam out, while the other grabbed Cordy, who was
struggling, and dragged her out. They put Sam in one van, and Cordelia in the
other, with Darla in the front, and Dru staying behind at home.
"NNNNOOOOO! My beautiful swans!" Dru cried.
Cordelia was crying, because she could feel Sam's awful pain,
thanks to her visions. At least Sam was asleep.
Samantha was cold. She was scared. She was bleeding, and she
"Hold on baby. You gotta hold on kiddo." O'Neill
said quietly. "I'm coming for you."
TO BE CONTINUED...