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Fic, Stargate SG-1, Invasion, NC-17, 8/21

8. Trucks, Motels, and the Police


"Okay, that one over there." O'Neill pointed to a truck that was parked furthest away from the restaurant at the rest stop. "It's only closed with tarpaulin, so it'll be easier to get inside."

"Right, it also means there isn't a door we can't close from the outside - that would just draw suspicion from the driver," Sam said. "It's a good choice."

"Not to mention I really don't want to risk us getting locked inside," O'Neill said.

After making sure no one was looking, they snuck over to the truck and loosened the tarp in one corner. Then, one by one, they jumped up and crawled over the sides onto the platform inside.

Teal'c crawled inside last, handing their bags of food and other supplies, as well as a crate of water bottles, to those inside first.

It was a good thing it was early evening, and almost dark, or it would have been hard to avoid detection.

O'Neill and Teal'c secured the tarpaulin again, as best they could from inside, then joined Sam and Daniel who was using the flashlights they had bought at the store to check out the contents of the truck.

"Looks like a pretty mixed cargo," Sam said. "The big crates appears to contain VHS movies, ah, all with ah, well, adult content."

O'Neill grinned. "Porn movies, eh? Too bad we don't have a television and video player - that could make the time go a lot quicker."

Sam rolled her eyes at him. "There's also plenty of canned fish, and some bags that looks like they contain more of the cement we found on the train.

"Over here there's boxes of paper," Daniel said. He moved aside some plastic. "And plenty of woolen blankets! Now that's going to come in handy! It'll be cold in here when we start moving!"

"It looks like we can easily hide from view from anyone looking inside - or even anyone stepping inside for a few feet," O'Neill mused.

"We should do so now - and be silent!" Teal'c warned in a low voice, from where he had been looking out through a small hole in the tarpaulin. "A man is walking directly towards this truck."

"All right. Behind there. Quickly," O'Neill whispered.

"I think we're at the border to Canada," O'Neill told them in a low voice.

The driver had not discovered them, and they had driven for most of the night. It had been cold, but thanks to the blankets they had been able to get some sleep.

They kept as quiet as possible while the truck was stopped, and they heard the distant sound of the truck driver talking to what was probably the border control guard. After some minutes, the truck started moving again, and they continued.

"Phew! Looks like we got through without anyone coming to check!" Sam exclaimed.

"Indeed," Teal'c said. "The man who identified himself as the customs officer, merely wanted to see the truck driver's 'papers' and then he asked where he was going."

"You could hear what they talked about?" Daniel asked, astonished.

"Certainly," Teal'c said.

"So, are we going to the US with these goods?" O'Neill asked.

"According to the truck driver he is stopping in something called "Whitehorse" to unload the canned fish and the cement. He will take on some other things there, and then continue to Vancouver, and then finally Seattle," Teal'c informed them.

O'Neill nodded. "Too bad he's stopping in Whitehorse. It's the capital of Yukon, and only about 500 miles from here, I think. Oh, well, we'll have to get off this truck next time he makes a stop, and see if we can get on another. We can't risk being detected when he unloads his goods."

It had taken SG-1 more than two whole days, and they had had to sneak aboard two more trucks, but they had finally made it across the border to the United States again. The journey had gone surprisingly smooth, and only once had they been close to getting discovered.

Now it was early evening on October 12th, and SG-1 had just jumped off a truck on a small truck stop a bit outside Seattle.

Sam shivered. "It's a bit chilly, isn't it?"

"It's not too bad for mid-October, I think." O'Neill shrugged. "But it's not warm, I guess." He looked closer at Sam, noticing that she looked flushed. "Are you okay, Carter?"

"My arm hurts like hell, and I'm feeling a bit light headed and woozy, which is probably from not eating enough," Sam said. She took a deep breath. "I still feel weak, and I know I've got a bit of fever. It would really be great to get some sleep in a real bed."

"I agree! I'm tired and hungry, and I'm feeling disgusting. Why don't we go get something to eat at that restaurant over there, and then see if we can find a motel nearby? We've still got about 150 dollars - it should get us a that and more!" Daniel said.

"It's a good idea, I think, but I doubt they'll let us inside, looking and, ah, smelling like this," Sam pointed out.

"Perhaps we could purchase clean clothing as well?" Teal'c suggested.

"We don't have that much money, Teal'c!" O'Neill said. "However, I do agree. We won't be able to get around undetected if we look like we just crawled out of a swamp!"

"Well, the stores are probably closing around now anyway, it's past seven o'clock," Sam said. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, swaying a little.

"Let's take a look at the buildings over in that direction." O'Neill pointed back along the road they had just come with the truck. "Perhaps we can figure something out."

They walked about half a mile, and came to the first of the buildings, which had a sign proclaiming it was a 'Factory Outlet Store'.

"Why don't we, ah, see if we can find some clothes in there? Then we can rent a room in the motel that was beside the restaurant at the rest stop, and take a shower, and get cleaned up," O'Neill suggested.

"They're closed," Sam said. "Besides, as you just said, we don't have that much money." She pulled her dirty coat closer around her and leaned against the street lamp behind her.

"You want to break in and steal the clothes, isn't that what you mean?" Daniel asked. "Haven't we done enough crime?" She was feeling dizzier, and she was freezing badly.

"You're getting problems with your conscience now? Daniel, we're only taking what we need, and only until we can get in touch with the Air Force - or someone else we can trust. We need to do something before the entire planet is conquered by these aliens, and if that means a few instances of petty theft, then so be it," O'Neill exclaimed.

"Petty theft, car theft, carjacking, assault..." Daniel listed.

O'Neill sighed. "All true. Regardless, I think we should check it out and see if we can find a way inside."

They had successfully broken into the outlet store and stolen a full set of clothing for each of them.

"Nice, Sam!" Daniel grinned. "You look like a college student in those clothes!"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Funny, Daniel!" She gave him a tired smile, and put a hand on the wall, supporting herself.

O'Neill smiled. "Okay, Carter, let's take a look at your arm, put a new bandage on, and go get something to eat."

Sam took a deep breath and sat down on the bed in the motel room they had rented.

Now they had all taken a bath, and changed into the new clothing, which helped all of them feel better.

Sam removed the paper towels she had wrapped around her injury, grimacing as it caught in the wound. "I'm afraid it hasn't gotten better." It was with some trepidation, she held out her arm for O'Neill to look at.

O'Neill studied it with a grim expression. "You're right, it's gotten a lot worse during the days in the trucks. As soon as we've gotten something to eat, Teal'c and I will go and find a pharmacy somewhere." He carefully wrapped a fresh bandage around Sam's arm.

As soon as he had finished tending to her injury, she hurriedly put on a sweater and then a jacket. "Let's get the trip to the restaurant over with," she said, getting up with some difficulty.

"You should get something more to eat, Sam," Daniel said, worriedly.

"I'm not feeling hungry." Sam looked at the half-full bowl of soup before her.

"We haven't gotten much for several days. Eat! We're not going back to the hotel room until you empty that bowl!" O'Neill ordered.

Sam rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, mom!"

O'Neill ignored the comment. The others had finished their food already, but waited while Sam slowly ate the rest of her soup, and the piece of bread that accompanied it.

They paid, and went back to the motel room. Sam threw herself on the bed almost immediately, and pulled the blanket up around her.

"I'll keep an eye on her while you guys try and find some antibiotics," Daniel said.

"We'll hurry back," O'Neill said. "Are you coming, Teal'c?"

"I am."

Daniel sat down on the bed when O'Neill and Teal'c had left. "Do you need anything, Sam? Water, maybe?"

"Painkillers if we have any more. My head hurts so much it feels like it's going to explode!"

"I think we've got some," Daniel said, going to fetch them. He returned a moment later. "Only one left." He handed it to her together with a glass of water.

Sam gulped it down, then crawled under the blanket again. She was asleep moments later.

It was not quite thirty minutes later, when someone unlocked the door. Daniel, who was half asleep in a recliner, woke up and rose.

"That was quick!" Daniel said, when the door opened. "Jack? Teal'c?" He stared at the uniformed men entering, realizing immediately it was not his friends. "Who are you?"

"The local police chief," the first of the three men said. "You and your accomplice are under arrest for robbery, car theft, breaking and entering, assault, attempted murder, violently refusing arrest..."

"Wait!" Daniel exclaimed. "I, I... you're mistaken!"

"Take them!" the police chief ordered, and one of the men stepped forward and grabbed Daniel, who was too shocked to fight him much.

"Be careful! She's sick and injured!" Daniel warned when the two other policemen roughly pulled Sam from the bed.

She groggily woke, but did not seem to completely realize what was going on, as she was dragged out of the building after Daniel.

They were both thrown ungently into the back of a large police van, and the door slammed behind them.

"Hi, guys!" O'Neill said, a grim expression on his face.

"We believe the people at either the restaurant, or the motel, has reported us," Teal'c told them.

"Damn snitchers," O'Neill grumbled.

"What do we do now?" Daniel sat up. He looked to Sam, touching her shoulder gently. "Sam?"

"Carter?" O'Neill asked. When she only made a moaning sound, he crouched down beside her. "How is she?" he asked Daniel.

"Not good, I'm afraid," Daniel said. "Did you get some antibiotics before you were caught?"

O'Neill shook his head. "Unfortunately not." He looked towards his unconscious second in command with concern.

The members of SG-1 were led into a small police station, and thrown directly into a cell. Sam had remained unconscious the whole journey there, and her friends carried her to one of the benches and put her down on it.

"There has been a mistake!" O'Neill insisted. "I demand to be allowed to call someone."

"You cannot demand anything!" the police chief told him. "Someone will come for you tomorrow."

"We're innocent in whatever it is you think we're involved in."

The policeman snorted. "Of course you are."

"Colonel O'Neill is correct. We are not the criminals here," Teal'c said.

"At least help our friend! She has a bad infection in a wound on her arm, and needs medication!" Daniel begged.

"You are wasting your time, scum!" the police chief told him.

"You're aware that the people pursuing us aren't human?" Daniel suddenly said, deciding to try another tactic.

"Daniel..." O'Neill warned.

"Of course I am. I am also not a member of your pathetic race!" The police chief laughed, then left.

"Crap," O'Neill said.

"We need to get out of here, and quickly!" Daniel said.

"Perhaps we can escape? The cell seems more primitive than most of Goa'uld design," Teal'c said, going to try if he could move the bars.

"Forget it, Teal'c. They're too sturdy for that." O'Neill sighed.

"Do you think all the policemen working here knows their chief is an alien?" Daniel wondered.

"Probably - they're most likely aliens too, and if they're not, they'll think you're crazy for saying so," O'Neill observed, tiredly.

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