11Alright, here's the start of the sequel for WIS. I'm sorry to say, though, there's not a lot of Tok'ra in this, except for Jacob/Selmak. Sorry to those who were looking forward to another Tok'ra fanfic. I hope you'll like it anyway. :)
Alfheim
They'd hauled her out of school. All but arresting her, making this huge scene. What did they want from her? Had she done something wrong? She couldn't think of anything.
Maria Carter thought about all this while sitting in a dimly lit cubicle in the NID's headquarters. She'd been there for goodness' knows how freaking long. There was no clock on the wall, and they'd confiscated her cell phone. And her backpack. She wouldn't have been all that surprised if she found stuff missing from it later on. Aggravated and angry, yes. Surprised... not so much.
Earlier, when they'd first put her in there, she'd been scared and confused. But she'd been there for so long that now she was just bored, but also tired and hungry. She just wanted to go home.
Suddenly, the little room was flooded with light as the door was opened, and a guard came in.
"Senator Kinsey wants to see you," he told her. "Now get up."
He took her roughly by the arm, hauled her to her feet, and continued to pull her out into the hallway.
Gee, nice, weren't they?
"Stop!" Maria pleaded when he kept squeezing her arm way too hard. "Please let go."
"Keep your mouth shut, kid," he barked, not easing up his grip in the slightest.
He marched her further down the hallway, then turned right, and continued heading straight until they reached the very end of that hall, where a door was marked as the office of Senator Kinsey.
Kinsey was the leader of this whole thing, she knew. If her life was made into a movie, he'd be the main antagonist most of the time. At least at this point.
The guard knocked, and a moment later a voice answered it, telling them to come in. The guard opened the door, and stepped inside, yanking her along when she hesitated for just a second.
The office was spacious, with huge windows that let in more natural sunlight instead of just using florescent light bulbs. She squinted against the bright lights even more than she always was.
Senator Kinsey sat behind his desk, wearing an expensive suite as usual, appearing calm and relaxed.
"Leave us," Kinsey told the guard, who obeyed.
"So, Maria," the senator said as soon as the door closed. "How are you?"
You're joking, Maria thought.
"I'd be better off if you hadn't had me dragged out of school," Maria told him, too aggravated to bother to be polite. This was the guy, after all, that had been responsible for her bullet wound three years ago. And he hadn't exactly been best friends to Sam and SG-1 at any point in time.
Much to her surprise, he laughed.
"You and your sister are just alike. Stubborn as a jackass." He told her.
"What do you want? Tell me so I can just go home already," Maria said flatly. She was tired, and was in no mood to play the games this guy played, as Sam had warned her once.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?" He retorted. "But, oh, that's right, I remember now. Your mother died in a car crash."
He said it cruelly, to hurt her. Which worked. But only a little.
"What do you want, Sir," Maria restated, just to make things move along.
"Well, that's a start." Kinsey told her. "And as for what I want... I need you to tell your sister about our little chat. You'll do that, won't you?"
Huh? Maria was confused. She went to ask why, but he went on before she could.
"Just tell her that I'd like to hear from her... say around, oh... 7:30 tomorrow morning. Here, in my office."
Say what?
"But why-" she started to ask, but he cut her off again.
"Don't worry your pretty little head over it," he said. "I just need you to tell her, that's all."
Did he honestly think she was so stupid that she couldn't see that something was up?
"What if I don't tell her?" She was getting mad now. If they thought they could use her to make Sam do whatever crap they had planned, they were wrong. She smelled a rat. A big one.
At that, Senator Kinsey's eyes flashed with great annoyance. His puppet wasn't cooperating.
"Then I guess I'll be seeing you again," was all he said.
Was that a threat? Maria wondered.
"Then I guess I'll have to, then," she replied calmly.
"What? See me again or do as I've asked?" Now he seemed confused, instead of her. And suspicious.
"I guess I'll have to give Sam your message," she lied.
At that, he relaxed again.
"Ah, good, then," he agreed. "Thank you, Maria."
"It's Miss Carter to you, Sir." She told him coldly.
"Sorry, Miss Carter," he said. But he didn't look at all sorry.
"Am I free to go now?" She asked.
"Of course," he answered. "Now that we've had our little talk."
That's what he called it?
"Thank you," she said, and turned to go. Then she remembered that she had no way home.
"Wait. I'll have Fritz take you home," he called out, stopping her. "He'll bring your belongings."
No, thanks, she told him in her mind. I think I'd rather walk home, even if it starts raining outside. She didn't trust these people much, if at all.
But she couldn't tell him that, so getting into a plain, unmarked, black NID van with a total stranger was her only option.
When she got her stuff back from the guard, she was relieved to see that everything was there, and intact. And Fritz didn't suddenly take a strange detour on the drive back home.
But he could, she knew. He would, if those were his orders.
He drove off as soon as she'd shut the van's door, barely giving her enough time to get out of the way.
Her sister came home later, on time for once.
"Hey," she said, smiling. "How's it going, Maria?"
Her sister seemed so happy that Maria couldn't bring herself to tell her about Kinsey. She wouldn't let him win.
"It's going great, Sam," she lied. "What about you? Any more epic battles I should know about?"
That's the end of the first chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. I'm not sure how far this story's going to go, or how often I can update it. But I'll try to keep it rolling, I promise.