Part 2
The Stargate on Vorash opened with a whoosh, the
displacement wave shooting out and then spiraling back, leaving a bright blue,
watery light in its wake. The three
people at the Stargate waited expectantly for something, or someone, to come
through, trying to be as patient as possible, but not being entirely
successful. Their waiting came to a
quick end when almost as soon as the Stargate opened, five people came
through. Jacob Carter/ Selmak led the
way, followed closely by his daughter, Samantha, and Teal'c. Behind them were the two Tok'ra that had
accompanied Jacob/Selmak through the Stargate to the Tau'ri home world.
"Have you learned anything more?" Jacob asked
the Tok'ra waiting for them at the bottom of the Stargate.
One of them, the only female of the three stepped
forward, her pale tunic billowing around her slim figure. "No, we have not. The Tok'ra Council is waiting to speak with
you." She beckoned them forward,
and they made their way to the hidden transport ring that would take them to
the secret crystal tunnel base hidden deep underground.
As they walked through the crystal corridors, Sam became
increasingly nervous. Something wasn't
right. None of the Tok'ra would look at
them; they all faced the ground as Sam, Teal'c, and Jacob passed them by. It was as if the Tok'ra were afraid to look
at her and Teal'c.
Upon reaching the Council Chambers, two Tok'ra guards
armed with zat guns allowed Jacob to pass, but blocked Sam's and Teal'c's
entrance into the chamber beyond. Jacob
turned to say something to the guards when they informed him of their orders
before he could open his mouth.
"Only you are allowed to see the Council,
Selmak. All non-Tok'ra are now
forbidden, as a security precaution."
"Beren," Selmak tried to reason with the
guard. "You know who these two
are. They are not a security risk. I give you my guarantee. And beyond that, I'm sure there are many members
of the Council who will as well."
The guard shook his head.
"I have my orders, sir. They
come from Garshaw herself. Now, if you
please, Selmak, the Council is waiting for you."
Jacob turned to his daughter and her friend. Both of their faces mirrored his
confusion. SG-1 had always been...well,
maybe not exactly welcome in the Tok'ra Council Chambers, but most definitely
allowed to argue their case. Why had
things suddenly changed in the very short time since their last visit?"
Sam nodded, not really understanding, but she figured
that the sooner her father spoke to the Council, the sooner they would all
leave to rescue the Colonel and Daniel.
She watched her father's retreating back, worry etched in her brow. She'd seen the puzzlement on her father's
face as well. Sam was not stupid; she
knew her father was just as confused over the Tok'ra's behavior as she
was. She replayed everything that had
happened since she, Teal'c, and her father were led from the Stargate to the
Council Chambers. All of the Tok'ra they
had passed had looked away. At first,
Sam had thought it was due to fear. Fear
over all that was happening between teh Goa'uld System Lords. But now she did not thing it was fear at
all. They weren't afraid to look at us, so
much as they were reluctant to, Sam thought to herself. They know something and did not want to give
it away in their facial expressions.
Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, and Sam immediately sat down on
the cold floor with a t thud.
Teal'c looked over at his team member in concern. He heard Major Carter hit the floor and took
in her slumped appearance. "Major
Carter, are you ill?" he asked bluntly but quietly, so the guards wouldn't
overhear their conversation.
"I don't know, Teal'c," she responded just as
quietly for the same reason. "I'm
getting a really sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think I know what's going on here, and I
don't like it one bit." She looked
up at Teal'c, her eyes wet with unshed tears.
"Did you notice how now one would look at us as we came here?"
Teal'c nodded.
"Indeed. The Tok'ra appear
to be more secretive that ususal."
Sam ran her fingers through her short blonde hair, a
tell-tale sign that she was very nervous.
"I don't think they're going to help us rescue Daniel and Colonel
O'Neill, and they're not sure how to tell us because they don't want to hurt
the alliance they have with us."
Teal'c tilted his head, giving Major Carter's theory some
careful thought. She has a point, he
said to himself. "The Tok'ra, most
times, are reluctant to help us, only doing so out of sheer necessity, or all
other options being discarded."
"Or to use us," Sam added bitterly, her mind
suddenly flashing from their trip to Netu, and the arm band incident, and
Daniel's infiltration of the Goa'uld summit, just to name a few.
Teal'c nodded in agreement. "They are going to tell JacobCarter
their decision not to aide us in rescuing O'Neill and DanielJackson..."
"And hope that we take it better coming from him,"
Sam finished Teal'c's thought. She got
up and began to pace back and forth, anger radiating from her. How many times have Colonel O'Neill and
Daniel saved the Tok'ra? Too numerous to
count. And this is how the Tok'ra repay
them? Livid, Sam stopped pacing and
seriously considered marching into the Council Chambers and giving the Tok'ra a
piece of her mind. Then through her
anger, a quick fleeting thought raced through her mind, calming her. She knew what she had to do to get Daniel
back safe and sound.
"Screw the Tok'ra," Sam said, sounding
suspiciously like O'Neill. She turned to
her teammate. "C'mon, Teal'c. We've got better things to do that stand
around here waiting for the Tok'ra to give us some sanctimonious bullshit about
why they can't help us. I know somewhere
else we can go to the get he help we need." She started to march her way to the ring
transporter that would bring them back to the surface of Vorash, and then to
the Stargate.
*
Jacob caught up to his daughter and Teal'c just as they
were about to step on to the ring transport platform. "Sam," he called gently, hoping to
break the news to her as easily as possible.
He was completely unprepared for her response, and it shocked him to his
very core.
"Save it, Selmak," Sam spit out. "I know the Tok'ra aren't going to lift
a finger to help the Colonel and Daniel.
And after all they've done for you..." Sam trailed off. She focused her blue gaze on her father,
letting him see her disappointment and anger.
"Next time you guys have a problem, don't come to us." With that, she and Teal'c stepped onto the
platform, activating the rings, and they were transported to the surface.
Jacob closed his eyes and sighed in deep regret. Not only had the Tok'ra just lost their greatest
allies in their fight against the Goa'uld, but he had a feeling that he had
just lost his daughter as well. Turning
slowly from the ring transporter, he tried to decide how to break the news to
the Tok'ra council. Somehow, he thought,
I don't hink this was the response they were expecting.
*
The first thing Jack was aware of when he woke up was how
much it hurt his head. Again. The second was that he was lying face down on
a soft pallet. The third was that his
hands and feet were bound. And the
fourth was that it was very, very cold wherever he was. Grunting with extreme effort, Jack managed to
flip himself over on to his back, so he could get a better look around. The room was similar to the type of holding
cell he and the rest of SG-1 had been held in on Zeus's mother ship, only much
colder, and this time he had something soft to lie on. He could hear Daniel's wheezing to his right,
and turned to check on the archeologist.
Seeing not apparent injuries to his friend, and noting that he also had
his hands and feet tied together, he attempted to wake him up.
"Daniel," he called. "Daniel, wake up."
Daniel groaned at the voice interrupting his dream. He was with Sam, on a beach somewhere. He was pulling her arm, threatening to toss her
in the ocean to get her wet, and she was pulling away from him, wanting to just
sit and read her book and stay dry. Both
of them were laughing, happy as can be.
"DANIEL!"
There was no mistaking the voice now, or the fact that what Daniel was
experiencing was a dream.
"Jack, did you really have to do that? I was really enjoying my dream," Daniel
said.
"You can dream about Carter all you want when we get
out of here and back home," Jack admonished the younger man, watching him
blush bright red. "But we have to
get out of here."
"Uh, Jack," Daniel said, "how?" He held up his hands to indicate the heavy,
metal handcuffs.
Jack thought for a moment then said, shrugging, "I
got nuthin'. Go back to your
dream."
Daniel blushed furiously.
"It wasn't that kind of dream," he quickly informed his
friend.
"Uh-huh," Jack replied knowingly, a sparkle in
his eyes. He just loved teasing Daniel.
"Well, it wasn't," Daniel insisted.
"Was."
"Wasn't."
"Was."
"Wasn't!"
"Was!"
"You know, you're being a real ass!"
"Well, you're being a real...boogerhead."
"Boogerhead?
That's the best you can come up with?"
"It's an off day."
"Oh."
Before Jack could elaborate, the door to their cell
opened, and it was déjà vu all over again.
Aphrodite was standing before them, with an escort of armed Jaffa. But this time, all of the Jaffa bore the mark
of Anubis.
"What's going on?" Jack demanded. "I thought you were fighting against
Anubis?"
Aphrodite shook her head.
"You humans understand so little.
My father was the one fighting against Anubis. However, my brother and I..." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled, as if
to say, 'oh well'.
"What did Anubis offer you for your loyalty?"
Daniel asked.
"My brother has now become Anubis' second in
command. Ares rules in Anubis's
absence."
"And you?"
Aphrodite smiled seductively. "You, Daniel Jackson. I get you."
*
Sam Carter didn't dial home on the Vorash DHD. What would have been the point? Just to tell Hammond that the Tok'ra had once
again screwed over the Tau'ri? Besides,
there was no one on Earth who could help them.
And, if Teal'c and I do return home, there's no guarantee that we'll be
able to rescue Daniel and the Colonel, Sam said to herself. The government may decide it's too great a
risk. No, going home is pointless. However, Sam didn't hesitate to start
pressing buttons on the DHD. She knew
exactly where she was going. She dialed
up P9X-771, also known as Krimm.
"Major Carter, to what purpose does returning to
Krimm serve?"
Not looking up from the DHD Sam answered, "They
created the Goa'uld, Teal'c, but the Goa'uld do not control them. And, the Krimm are highly advanced genetic
engineers making biological weapons."
"I do not believe they will willingly create a
biological weapon to use against the Goa'uld for us," Teal'c tried to
reason with her.
Sam looked up, determination in her blue eyes, trying her
very best to hid the fear she felt throughout her body. "Then we will make them." She pressed the final symbol, the point of
origin of Vorash, then placed her palm on the orange orb in the center,
triggering the activation of the wormhole.
With Teal'c on her heels, she jumped through the wormhole to a planet
she had sworn she'd never have anything to do with ever again.
Sam and Teal'c were greeted by the Krimm, energy weapons
pointed in their direction, as they cam through the Stargate. Sam stopped and returned the friendly
greeting, her P-90 facing the leaders of the group of Krimm. Teal'c, standing just behind her, was
covering her with his staff weapon. No
one moved. The Krimm faced the members
of SG-1, anger and resentment on their faces.
"Why have you returned?" one of the Krimm
demanded. Sam remembered his name was
Charek, and he served as the Krimm's head military commander. "You and your kind are not welcome
here." He stepped forward, his
weapon still pointed at Sam and Teal'c.
Sam snorted in response.
"We're not exactly thrilled to be back here, either. But you have something we want. A biological weapon to fight the
Goa'uld."
"We possess no such weapon," Charek said
quickly. Way too quickly for Sam's
liking, confirming her suspicions.
"Yeah, and that would be a lie," Sam called his
bluff. "Look, here's the deal. You give us a biological weapon to destroy
the Goa'uld, and we won't tell anyone where the Goa'uld came from." She stared hard at Charek, her intense gaze
boring in to him, letting him know exactly what her statement meant. Letting other worlds know where the Goa'uld
came from, how they came about...they'd all come knocking at the Krimm's door,
out for blood. It would be the end of
the Krimm.
Sam watched as Charek took a deep breath, inhaling and
exhaling loudly. He closed his eyes and
lowered his head, so that if his eyes were open they'd be staring at the
ground. His back rounded, his shoulders
slumped. It was the picture of a man
defeated. "Why?" he asked
quietly. "What could be so
important to you to make you come back here for a weapon?"
"Anubis has Colonel O'Neill and Daniel as his
prisoners. We intend to get them
out," Sam stated matter of factly.
"And you are going to help us by giving us what we need." Sam stepped off the platform leading down
from the Stargate and made her way down to Charek. "You owe me," she said quietly,
dangerously, making sure only Charek could hear. Making sure he knew that she knew he was the
one who had tried to kill her.
*
Daniel could not think of a worse fate than what
Aphrodite had planned for him. It made
him grow cold with fear, his stomach queasy, his head ache, his breathing
increase towards hyperventilation. He
was shaking, from anger as well as fear.
She couldn't possibly do this to him.
It was inconceivable. He couldn't
allow it. But, there he was, all tied
up, with no way to stop her. And there
Aphrodite stood over him, a Goa'uld in her hands, about to make Daniel her
mate.
He tried to talk her out of it, saying he would make a
terrible mate, that he wasn't nearly as good looking, or athletic, or strong as
other men. He told her he'd fight the
Goa'uld until they both died. Still, she
did not change her mind. So then Daniel
screamed. Long and loud, hoping someone, anyone, would come rescue him. Hoping Jack could get free and come get
him. Hoping Sam and Teal'c had somehow
infiltrated the mother ship, would hear him and come running. Sam, oh god, no, Daniel thought. What's this going to do to her? I have to get out of here. I can't let Aphrodite do this. But, fate was not on Daniel's side
today. Aphrodite lowered the Goa'uld to
his side and stepped back, watching with an evil smile on her face. The Goa'uld slithered up Daniel's arm,
causing him to wince at its touch. It
made it's way around behind his neck and there it penetrated at the brain
stem. Daniel screamed in pain and fear,
knowing that this was the end of Daniel Jackson, and the start of a new Goa'uld
and host. Thankfully, it was over
quickly. Ten minutes after the Goa'uld
fist entered Daniel's neck, Daniel's eyes glowed brightly, and he sat up, no
the Goa'uld Adonis.
"My love," Adonis said in the distinctive
Goa'uld voce that sounded as if more than one person was speaking at once. "It is good to be back. And this new host..." He looked down, admiring Daniel's body, and
smiling. "It is a good choice. He is young and strong. And handsome."
"And together," Aphrodite said, coming to stand
beside Adonis, taking his hand and smiling up at him. "Together we will overthrow Anubis and
rule in his place." With that, she
reached up and kissed him passionately.
*
Jack O'Neill was angry.
Very, very angry. His best friend
had been taken to god knows where, with god knows what being done to him, and
here Jack was, just sitting around, handcuffed, in a cold, dark room, not able
to help him. Or protect him. I promised Carter I'd watch out for him, Jack
thought, shaking his head. I'm totally
letting her down. I just hope she
doesn't kill me too painfully.
"Nah," Jack said out loud to the empty
room. "She's sure to make it really
hurt."
Jack lay back on the hard, cold floor, becoming lost in
his thoughts. He really hoped Daniel was
okay. He had been taken by Aphrodite
almost an hour ago. Well, at least it
seemed like an hour ago; Jack couldn't be sure.
There was no way to tell time in this dark room. All he knew was that Aphrodite had been
promised Daniel if she helped Anubis.
For what, Jack wasn't sure, but he had a pretty good idea. A very good idea, and the very thought of it
turned his whole body cold. She's going
to make him a host, Jack thought. And
there's nothing I can do to stop it.
Daniel's going to become the one thing he fears the most. If we ever rescue him, I'm not sure he'll
ever be able to get through the things he's sure to do as a Goa'uld. Jack shook his head and sighed. I wish Carter were here. She'd be able to figure a way out of here and
plan to rescue Daniel. She wouldn't let
anyone harm Daniel this way.
"Alright, think Jack," Jack ordered himself. "There has to be a way out of here and
back to the SGC." Jack forced
himself to leave behind thoughts of Daniel's fate and turn to thoughts of
escape and getting back home.
First, Jack knew, he had to get these handcuffs off of
him. He glanced around the cell, hoping
to find something to force them open, or a way to grease up his wrists so his
hands would just slide right through. No
luck. There was nothing in the cell, no
furniture, no metal instruments, not even a bucket of water for drinking. I could call for a guard, and then try to
overpower him when he arrives, Jack thought, but dismissed the idea almost as
quickly as it came to him. The Jaffa
were more than likely to send more than one guard, making it more easy for them
to overpower him than he to overpower them.
The only solution Jack saw was to wait it out, hoping that an
opportunity would present itself for him to escape. And if one didn't, he knew it would only be a
matter of time before Carter and Teal'c came storming in. He knew Carter wasn't about to leave anyone
behind, least of all Daniel.
Jack propped himself up against one of the cold, metal
walls, and turned his thoughts to what he was going to do once he got back
home. Have a barbeque, he decided
quickly, nodding his head to himself.
One giant barbeque. He'd invite
his team, of course, and the doc and Cassie, Hammond and his family, maybe a
few others from the SGC. He'd ask Teal'c
to invite Rya'c and Bra'tac. Maybe, if
he were in a particularly good mood, he'd invite Jacob. Burgers, I'd have lots of burgers, he thought
to himself. Cheeseburgers, bacon,
mushrooms, onions. And barbeque chicken. Maybe even a hot dog. Jack knew Cassie liked hot dogs at least as
much as he did, maybe more.
As Jack added french fries and onion dip to a
never-ending list of food, the door to his cell swung open and four armed Jaffa
entered, their staff weapons pointed at the commander of SG-1. "On your feet, human," the Jaffa
leader sneered. "Your presence is
requested by our new god."
"What, so soon?
She must not be very good at torture if she wants me so soon after
taking Daniel. Or is it that I'm just to
darned irresistible?" Jack tried to joke, batting his eyes coquettishly at
the Jaffa. Unfortunately, the Jaffa
didn't get the joke. Sighing, Jack
awkwardly climbed to his feet, since his hands were of no use to push himself
up, and followed the Jaffa out of the cell, two in front of him, two
behind. They led him down a dark
hallway, twisting and turning around corners as they made their way to what
Jack figured was Aphrodite's chambers.
He entered a well lit room, but that was the only
welcoming thing about it. It was steel
gray in color and extremely cold. There
was only one piece of furniture in the room, and ugly metal chair, reminiscent
of a dentist's chair. Looking at that
chair, Jack got a sick feeling in his stomach.
That chair reminded him of a similar one from his days as a POW in Iraq. A torture chamber chair. Jack knew, with complete certainty, that he
was going to be placed in that chair. He
knew he could handle it, having handled torture before. He just prayed that Daniel had been able to
handle it. There was a hissing sound
from his right, and Jack turned, watching as another door opened and Aphrodite
entered the room, bringing with her things...instruments...that made Jack
shiver, but not due to the cold room. He
knew what they were fore. Oh, poor
Daniel, Jack thought sadly, getting a good look at what Aphrodite was bringing
closer and closer to him. Where is he?
"Where's Daniel?" Jack demanded of
Aphrodite. "What have you done with
him?"
Aphrodite looked at him, giving a sly smile of
satisfaction. "I have made him
better," she informed Jack. "I
have made him so much more. He is now
fit to be my lover."
Daniel entered the room from the same door as
Aphrodite. One glance at him and Jack
knew he was no longer the shy, innocent archeologist that Jack had come to
regard as a younger brother. He
possessed a more confident walk, his head held high, his strides even and
measured. He looked at Jack and Jack
watched in horror as Daniel's eyes glowed.
"Strap him in to the chair," Daniel ordered the Jaffa in his
multi-toned Goa'uld voice.
Jack felt himself propelled forward and nearly fell flat
on his face as two of the Jaffa shoved him in the direction of the metal
chair. He regained his balance, not
wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing him falter. They forced him down into the chair and
touched some crystals on the side, activating a locking mechanism. Jack felt metal bands encapsulate his arms,
legs, chest, and forehead, hold him to the chair. He couldn't turn his head, but he watched
Daniel out of the corner of his eye, and the Goa'uld in his friend perused the
instruments Aphrodite had brought in.
Short and long, blunt and sharp, electrical and manual, the Goa'uld in
Daniel took his time deciding on the first instrument of torture. Smiling, he picked up one that looked to Jack
like a scaled down version of a staff weapon.
Probably something designed to give an electrical shock, Jack thought in
his sarcastic tone. Sweeeeet.
"Now," the Goa'uld in Daniel said, eyes
gleaming in happiness and anticipation, "the fun begins."
*
Teal'c had never seen Major Carter this driven
before. Or this angry. At this moment, he was holding her back, arms
wrapped around her, keeping her from lunging at the Krimm head scientist,
Maltar, and ripping his head off quite forcibly, as she had already threatened
to do on numerous occasions.
"Major Carter, calm down," Teal'c tried to
reason with her. "This is not
helping O'Neill or DanielJackson."
At the mention of DanielJackson, Teal'c felt Major Carter
go limp in his arms, giving up all of the fight within her. She hung her head in both embarrassment and
acknowledgement that he was right.
"I know," she said softly.
"But I can't help it. We
don't have a lot of time, and the Krimm are working too slowly."
"Scientist Maltar and his team are working as
quickly as they can," Teal'c said gently.
"We must be patient."
Sam pulled away from him and turned to face him, smiling
wryly. "You mean I must be
patient." In response Teal'c only
raised an eyebrow. "I know, I
know," Sam said as much to let Teal'c know she agreed with him as to
admonish herself. "It's just hard,
all this waiting around. I just want
them back. Now, before something happens
to them and it's too late."
"The sooner you stop yelling at the Krimm scientists
and let them get to work, the sooner they will have a weapon for us and the
sooner we can rescue O'Neill and DanielJackson," Teal'c pointed out, not
unkindly.
Sam nodded her head.
"You're right, Teal'c."
She turned to Maltar. "I am
sorry I lost my head there. I'm just
afraid for my friends. Is there anything
I can do to help you?"
Maltar put a large hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezed
gently. "I understand. But no, there is nothing you can do to help
me, other than to leave me alone so I can get back to work. Perhaps I can arrange a tour of our city for
you and Teal'c to pass the time?"
Sam shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair. "Sure.
Anything's better than just waiting around."
Sam and Teal'c started to leave Maltar's lab. Just as they reached the door, the
bioengineer called out to them. "I
will create a biological weapon for you.
I only hope it isn't too late to save your friends. I met Daniel Jackson on your last visit
here. I liked him very much."
"Maltar, maybe there can be an alliance between our
people," Sam said hopefully.
*
Sam stared at the streets of the Krimm's capital city
Hashed, a city that reminded her of the New York City set from the movie The
Fifth Element, complete with incredibly tall, futuristic looking buildings and
levels upon levels upon levels of traffic, consisting of hovercrafts. She and Teal'c were currently in the Krimm
equivalent to a taxi, making their way to Hashed's history museum, to try to
get a feel for the history of the Krimm and their relationship with the
Goa'uld.
Krimm was a planet with major cities scattered throughout
its two continents. On the northern
continent, each city was surrounded by mountains and cliffs, and on the
southern, deserts. The Stargate was
found outside the city of Hashed, at the base of the Morlian Cliffs. The place where Sam had nearly been
killed. On their first visit to Krimm,
SG-1 had not seen any of the cities, only the immediate area surrounding the
Stargate. They had had no idea how
advanced the Krimm really were. Now, as
Sam stared out the hovercraft's window and took in the sights all around her,
she realized that the Krimm were much more scientifically and technologically
advanced than even the Tollans had been.
An alliance was probably a good idea, even though they had tried to kill
her. The benefits to Earth were much
greater than her own personal demons surrounding this place.
"Teal'c," Sam said softly, still staring out
the window. "What if we're too late
to save them?"
"You must believe that we won't be," Teal'c
stated picking up Sam's hand and giving it a squeeze.
"But what if we are?" Sam persisted, not really
in the mood for Jaffa optimism. "I
don't know if I can handle losing Daniel again."
"You are in love with DanielJackson." Teal'c made it a statement of fact, not a
question.
"Yes," Sam replied without hesitation.
"Then you must trust in your love for him to bring
him back."
Sam turned from the window and looked at Teal'c her eyes
wet, tears threatening to fall. "I
just hope his love for me is strong enough to keep him alive long enough for me
to bring him back."
*
The alarm system at the SGC went off, alerting General
Hammond to the control room. Someone was
accessing the Stargate from off-world.
Hoping desperately it was Major Carter and Teal'c, Hammond made his way
to the control room as fast as he could.
As he climbed the stars and stepped over to one of the monitoring
stations, one of the techs on duty informed him that the signal was from the
Tok'ra. Glad that it was a friend, but
disappointed that it wasn't from SG-1, Hammond ordered the iris to be opened,
and he went down to the Gateroom to greet their guests.
Hammond took his place behind the base's security
personnel, their weapons pointed at the unshielded wormhole, just in case it was
a trick and it wasn't the Tok'ra coming through. But, it was.
Hammond watched with apprehension as Jacob and two other Tok'ra made
their way down the ramp. Major Carter
and Teal'c were not with them.
"George, it's good to see you," Jacob said amicably,
extending his hand. Hammond did not take
it.
"Jacob," he said, anger just below the surface
of his words. "Maybe you can tell
me why I have not been able to contact the Tok'ra for over two weeks and why my
officers are not with you?"
Jacob narrowed his eyes in confusion and rubbed his
balding head. "We were attacked by
Anubis almost two weeks ago. We were
busy setting up another base. And what
do you mean, your officers? None of your
people were with us."
"The hell they weren't. Seventeen days ago you took Major Carter and
Teal'c back with you through the Stargate.
I haven't seen or heard from them since," Hammond practically
yelled at his friend.
"Sam's missing?" Jacob asked worriedly.
"Last I knew she and Teal'c were with you. What happened, Jacob?" Hammond demanded.
Sighing deeply Jacob said, "The Tok'ra Council
denied your request to help find Jack and Daniel. Sam got angry and she and Teal'c left. I assumed they came back here."
"Well they most certainly did not."
"Then were did they go?"
Both men stared at the Stargate, hoping the answer would
jump into their minds.
*
Jack had to be dragged back to his cell. He couldn't stand on his own two feet he was
in such excruciating pain. He heard the
cell door open and felt himself being shoved into the room, and falling flat on
is face. The floor was hard and cold,
but what else was new? Jack thought. He
lay there, hoping the Jaffa would just leave him alone and go away. He was afraid that if he moved they would
decide he was well enough for more. He
definitely didn't want more.
After the Jaffa left, Jack counted to fifty, then
attempted to roll himself over onto his back.
It hurt, more than he had thought possible. Every muscle, every body part. He hurt in places he didn't even know he
had. But what hurt him the most was the
fact that it had been Daniel who had tortured him.
Well, not Daniel, really, Jack admitted to himself. The Goa'uld inside Daniel did this to
me. Danny-boy's just an innocent victim
in all of this. I hope, that if we ever
do rescue him, he doesn't remember any of this.
It will kill him. I'm just glad it's me and not Carter who's here.
Jack slowly stretched his arms up over his head, trying
to determine how injured he was and how easily he could move about. After a few inches he had to stop, the pain
shot down his arms so fast he cried out.
Rolling onto his side, Jack curled into the fetal position, hoping to
minimize the pain he had just caused himself. He lay there, on the floor,
shaking slightly, soon drifting off to sleep.
*
"It's been three weeks! When are you going to have something for us
to use against the Goa'uld?" Sam demanded of Maltar, anger barely kept in
check.
"A few more days.
One week, the longest," Maltar said gently. "You're a scientist as well, Sam. You know these things sometimes take
time." Maltar tried to be as
patient as possible. He knew that it
must be hard for Sam to have to wait to rescue the man she loved. He could see the suffering in her eyes every
time he saw her. He desperately wished that she could make this weapon for her
faster so she could rescue Daniel Jackson and be happy.
Sam nodded reluctantly, backing off. "I know.
I'm sorry if it seem like I'm rushing you, or don't appreciate what
you're doing for me. I just...I miss
him. And he could be hurt..."
Maltar left his worktable and came over to Sam. "Forty years ago, our world was in a
civil war. My wife was taken
prisoner. I didn't think I would ever
see her again." Sam looked up at
him and saw the understanding in his eyes.
"She was held captive by the side I opposed for almost three years. When the war ended, she was released. It took a long time for her to come back to
me, to be the woman I had fallen in love with and married. She never quite returned to the same woman as
before she was captured, but I love her and she still loves me just the
same." Sam looked down at the
ground, tears threatening and she didn't want Maltar to see. Maltar gently took Sam's chin into his hand
and lifted her face, to stare at her eyes.
"Don't give up hope, Sam.
You will find and get him back."
Before Sam could answer Charek entered Maltar's
laboratory, searching for Major Carter.
"Major Carter, may I have a work with you?"
Sam looked over at Charek and nodded. "Just a moment, Charek. We can talk outside." Turning back to Maltar, Sam said her goodbyes. "I should get going and leave you to
your work. Thanks for being so patient
and understanding with me."
"I promise, Sam, I will have this finished for you
in one week. Perhaps, after you rescue
your friends, you and Doctor Jackson would care to return and have dinner with
me and my wife?" Maltar offered.
Sam nodded, smiling slightly. "I think both he and I would like
that."
Outside of the laboratory Sam met up with Charek who was
pacing back and forth, impatiently waiting for her. Upon seeing Sam, Charek ceased pacing and
came to her, stopping right in front of her.
"I understand you will be leaving soon to rescue your
friends," he stated more than asked.
Sam nodded, knowing there was more to his statement. "I would like to come with you." He brushed his dark brown hair out of his
eyes, standing at attention in front of her.
"I respectfully offer you my services, Major Carter."
"I'd be lucky to have you along, Charek. You are welcome to join us."
"Once you have the weapon Maltar is creating, where
will you go? Do you even know where your
friends are? Which Goa'uld has
them?"
Sam shook her head dejectedly. "I'm not really sure. I have a good idea to who has them, but
that's about it. I'm working on a plan,
but it all comes down to luck and who's willing to help me. Now, if you don't mind, I need some time to
fine tune my plan. I'm going to head
over to your history museum and just walk the halls. It helps to keep me calm and focused. Can you let Teal'c know where I am if he
comes looking for me?" Charek
nodded. "Thanks. See you soon."
Sam took a taxi hovercraft across the city to the history
museum. Once there, she walked the
halls, looking at depictions of the way of life before the Goa'uld entered into
the picture. Sam had no doubt that
Maltar would come up with a biological weapon, some kind of contagion or
something, that would work to kill the Goa'uld.
The people of Krimm were so much farther advanced than the people of
Earth. However, there was one problem
that Sam faced, a problem she wasn't sure if she could find a solution to. Getting the weapon that would kill the
Goa'uld and rescue Daniel and the Colonel was easy. Knowing whom they were with wasn't hard, but
finding out where they were was going to be hard. She had no idea where Daniel and Colonel
O'Neill were being held. There were
literally millions of billions of planets out there, Sam knew; she had
calculated the coordinates to many of them.
The rest of SG-1 would be on any of them.
Sam saw the only way to find Daniel and the Colonel was
to ask someone where they were. But
who? Her one possibility kept running
itself over and over in Sam's head. She
wasn't quite sure if she was willing to accept it, but she knew she didn't have
a lot of options. "To find a
Goa'uld, you need a Goa'uld," Sam said to herself. "The Tok'ra won't help us, so that
leaves the Goa'uld themselves." Sam
stopped walking the halls of the museum and looked up at the exhibit she had
come to. It depicted a long ago battle
between Goa'uld System Lords, specifically between Anubis and Lord Yu. And then Sam knew it was a sign, a sign that
her idea had been right from the beginning.
"Lord Yu," she said out loud, slowly, the wheels turning in
her head. "We ask Lord Yu, like I
thought."
*
Adonis awoke and stretched his limber muscles as far as
they would go. His love, Aphrodite, had
chosen well with this new host. He was
young and strong, in fine physical condition.
The only drawback, however, was mental.
The mind of the host would not give up.
He fought hard every moment he could.
But, Adonis was stronger; he would prevail, and the host would fade
away. Noting of the host will survive.
He looked over to his left, watching his love still
asleep in the bed. She really was the
most beautiful woman Adonis had ever laid eyes on. Except for Sam. Narrowing his eyes, Adonis knew where that
thought had come from. The host, this
Daniel Jackson, was at it again, attempting to slowly chip away at the control
Adonis kept over him. You're at it early
today, I see, Adonis thought to his host.
Today, tomorrow, and forever, until I have my body back
and my life back, Daniel thought back at the Goa'uld.
Then forever it is, Adonis answered mentally, before
ignoring further comments form the host.
He knew that in a matter of weeks, possibly even days, he would have
full control over the host, and the annoying commentary from Daniel Jackson
would be over. Deciding to try and hurt
the host, Adonis let him know exactly what was planned for Jack O'Neill that
day, letting Daniel see exactly what Adonis was going to do to Jack, using Daniel's
body. Outraged, Daniel tried to fight
back, to take control, but without success.
"You're lost in thought, my love," a warm,
sensuous voice said at his side, distracting him from his mental conversation
with his host. Turning to his left once again,
Adonis now looked into the green eyes of his love, Aphrodite. He leaned over and kissed her long and hard
on the lips, letting Daniel Jackson experience the kiss as well, knowing it
would hurt him since his mind was filled with love for this Sam Carter.
"I am thinking about all of the wonderful things we
can do to Jack O'Neill today," Adonis answered. "We have yet to use the memory recall
device on him, and he has been a prisoner for over three weeks now. I think it is about time we start torturing
him mentally as well as physically, don't you?"
Aphrodite smiled at him, a dark, evil smile, full of
understanding and love for the man before her.
"Time indeed," she agreed.
*
Charlie. All
visions of Charlie. They were torturing
him with Charlie, and it was working.
Memories, wishes, dreams, all involving Charlie. Jack prayed it would end, either by the
Goa'uld stopping or his death. He didn't
care which. He just wanted it to
end. It was th worse kind of
torture. The physical he could tune out,
he knew that kind of pain would eventually ease. But the mental pain? The feelings brought on by the death of his
son, and his actions and responsibility towards it? That would never go away. It was something he had learned long ago that
he could never escape from. Come with on
a small scale, yes. But this was no
small scale, being constantly bombarded with pictures of Charlie in his mind
with no end in sight. No, Jack O'Neill
prayed for a swift death.
He didn't know how long Adonis and Aphrodite kept this
up. Time could no longer be
measured. Jack barely remembered
something Carter had once said, about time not really being constant but
relative, but Jack was too tired to try to remember what Carter had said, or to
really care. He just wanted it to
end. And, when it finally did, he
promptly fell asleep, more from his body's desire to deal with the stress of
seeing Charlie than from actual exhaustion.
He didn't remember being taken from the chair, didn't
remember being hauled to his cell or thrown to the ground. He didn't remember the Jaffa leaving and
locking him back up. He didn't remember
a thing about his experience in his sleep.
Thankfully, he didn't dream about his torture. What he did dream about was a happy time in
his life. In his dream it was hockey
night, the first game of the Stanley Cup finals, they had just saved Teal'c
from being brainwashed by Apophis, and Jack had invited the rest of SG-1 over
to watch the game on his big screen TV.
Daniel had brought over a couple of pizzas and Carter had come bearing
beer, lots and lots of beer. They had
all had a little too much to drink, except for Teal'c, and some of the
childhood and teenage embarrassing stories had made it out into the open. Most of the pizza had been eaten, all of the
beer been swallowed, and Jack had fallen asleep on his lounge chair. Teal'c had crashed on the floor. And somehow Daniel and Carter had managed to
squeeze together and fall asleep on his small couch. It had been a good time, then, one of the few
that SG-1 experienced.
Jack slept on, not wanting to wake up and leave the
comforting haven of his dream. He had no
idea that Adonis was standing in the doorway to his cell, observing him,
planning his next torture with glowing eyes.
*
Lord Yu looked back and forth between his advisor and
Major Samantha Carter of the Tau'ri, trying to decide which viewpoint he would
take. His advisor was telling him to
decline helping the Tau'ri and to kill them right here. Major Carter was asking for his help to
rescue her friends and destroy Anubis.
In fact, she was practically begging, and this gave him pause. He knew Major Carter; he knew all of SG-1,
and had helped them against Anubis and Nirrti in the past. He knew them to be honorable, even admired
Colonel Jack O'Neill a little. And
Daniel Jackson. The archeologist had
infiltrated Yu's inner sanctum and tricked everyone into believing he worked
for Lord Yu in an attempt to kill all of the System Lords. In Yu's book, that took a lot of courage,
something that should be learned from, not destroyed.
Holding up a hand to stop his advisor speaking to the
Tau'ri commander, Lord Yu addressed her and her team. "Once you find where your friends are
being held, how do you intend to retrieve them. For that matter, how do you intend to destroy
Anubis?" He folded his arms across
his chest, his red, black, and gold Chinese robes billowing around him.
Sam took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her
hair, yet again displaying her nervousness.
Well, this seems promising, she thought to herself. "I have a weapon, a biological
contagion, that will attack Goa'ulds within hosts by disrupting their bonding
process and killing the Goa'uld, leaving the host unharmed."
Yu's eyes widened.
He had not known that there was anything that could disrupt the bond
between host and Goa'uld. And for that
matter, he definitely did not think the Tau'ri had access to that kind of
weapon, or the advancement to create one themselves. "You would use that weapon on all
Goa'uld. Why should I help you, if you
will turn around and use that weapon on me?"
Sam shook her head.
"I have no intention of using the contagion on you, Lord Yu. I only wish to rescue my friends. The contagion is for Anubis, and those Goa'uld
who stand between me and my friends."
"If you help us destroy Anubis, then you would be
the System Lord with the most power," Teal'c pointed out, trying to
further their case with Lord Yu. He
stepped up next to Major Carter.
"That puts you in a position to rule the System Lords."
"I must admit, the idea is intriguing," Lord Yu
admitted. "To destroy
Anubis..." Yu stroked his goatee in
thought. He didn't need to think for
long. "I will agree to help you, if
I have your assurance that you will not use this contagion against me."
Sam nodded, stepping forward, and then bowed to Lord
Yu. "I believe we can make a
deal. If you help us rescue Daniel and
Colonel O'Neill, we will not use the contagion on you. However, be warned that if you attack Earth,
the Tau'ri will use whatever means necessary to defend themselves." She looked deep into Yu's eyes, trying to get
her point across. There can be peace
between them, as long as neither attempts to harm or subjugate the other.
"As the ruler of the System Lords, I will do
whatever I can to keep Earth a protected planet. I can not guarantee your safety on other
planets," Lord Yu agreed.
Satisfied, Sam smiled.
"I believe we have a deal, Lord Yu." She was proud of herself. With very little effort she had secured Yu's
help in rescuing the rest of SG-1 and destroying Anubis, as well as ensuring
Earth retained its protected planet status.
As the Colonel would say, I'm on a roll.
*
That night, Sam, Teal'c, and Charek sat in their guest
chambers, going over their plan to rescue Daniel and Colonel O'Neill. The more Sam discussed her plan with Teal'c,
the more she thought it would never work.
Too may things could go wrong resulting in, best case scenario, them
being captured as well, worst case they get killed. Sam began to wonder if her feelings for
Daniel were affecting her ability to think and plan straight. Sam was very afraid that something had
happened to him, that she wouldn't get her Daniel back the same as before, if
at all. That last thought hurt the
most. Sam wasn't sure if she could deal
with Daniel dying again. At least last
time she'd had some small comfort in the fact that he had ascended had gone somewhere
where he had been able to continue to help.
But now? If he died, he died and
there was no way for him to come back. I
can't lose him again, Sam thought to herself.
He's the most important person in my life, my best friend, the man I
love. And I haven't told him these
things yet. I need him alive so I can
tell him.
"Major Carter?" Teal'c questioned softly. "Major Carter, are you paying
attention?"
Sam looked up abruptly and faced Teal'c. "Huh?
What?"
"Did you not hear Charek's last suggestion?"
Teal'c asked her.
Sam shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Teal'c. My mind
was wandering for a moment here. What
were you guys saying?"
Instead of answering Major Carter's question, Teal'c
asked, "Were your thoughts of DanielJackson?" Major Carter nodded. "Do not worry. We will rescue him and O'Neill."
Sam sighed deeply.
"Will we? Teal'c, I'm going
over this plan and all I see are holes in its design, places where many things
can go wrong. What if my feelings for
Daniel are affecting my judgment, my ability to come up with a feasible play,
my ability to lead..."
Teal'c put a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder. "I do not believe that is so, Major Carter.
I do believe that your feelings are affecting your judgments, but not in
the way you think. Requesting help from
the Krimm, creating an alliance with Lord Yu...indeed, these are choices you
would not have made had DanielJackson not been captured. Your feelings for him have greatly influenced
your choices. However, I do believe they
are the correct choices. They may be the
only way to rescue DanielJackson and O'Neill." Sam looked up at Teal'c, saw him tilt his
head and lift his eyebrow.
"Besides, your plan has less...holes...in it than many of O'Neill's
plans," he said.
Sam smiled at the Jaffa's attempt at a joke. "I guess you're right, Teal'c. I'm just really afraid that something is
going to go wrong with my plan and I'm going to lose Daniel. Again."
"You must believe that we will not."
Sam nodded, coming back to herself. "Okay, this will work. We'll sneak on board Anubis's mothership
while he is busy fighting Lord Yu. The
boarding team will consist of me, you, Charek, and two of Charek's men. We can enter through the cargo bay disguised
as a supply ship. One of Charek's men
will stay with the ship while the rest of us make our way to where Daniel and
the Colonel are being held, break them out, and get back. The trick is to not get caught."
"When will we use the contagion?" Teal'c asked
her.
"I wasn't planning on actually using it at all. It was just for leverage."
Teal'c nodded in understanding, but Charek did not. "Leverage?" Charek asked, confused.
"I figured Lord Yu would be more inclined to help us
if he thought his life was in danger if he did not. I never had any intention of fighting Anubis
personally during our rescue," Sam informed him.
"Then why not just let Lord Yu think you could kill
him with a contagion? Why go through all
the trouble of going to Krimm and getting us to make a contagion?"
"If you're going to bluff, be prepared for the other
side to call you on it," Sam explained.
Charek looked even more confused than before. "Remind me to get Colonel O'Neill to
teach you about poker, Charek. It's an
old Earth military trick. You make your
enemy think you're going to do something to get them to go the way you want
them to go. But, just in case they don't
fall for it, you better be prepared."
Charek nodded.
"I think I get it now."
"I want the contagion in case we do run into Anubis,
but I'm not going to go looking for him to use the contagion. Our first priority is to rescue Daniel and
Colonel O'Neill." Sam turned to
Teal'c. "Are the layouts of all the
motherships basically the same?"
Teal'c nodded an affirmative.
"Good. Then we know the
exact way to the holding cells where Daniel and the Colonel should be. Now, Lord Yu has agreed to engage Anubis in
battle and will fight as long as he is able without taking too much damage, or
until we're off Anubis's ship, whichever comes first. In the event that he has to retreat before
we're finished, it is going to be much harder for us to get off the
mothership. Once again, the contagion
comes into play. We can always use that
to secure our escape."
"What if Doctor Jackson and Colonel O'Neill are
already dead?" Charek asked, voicing what was on all of their minds.
"Then we leave," Teal'c said matter of
factly. "We would have no reason to
remain on Anubis's ship."
"And what if they were made hosts to the
Goa'uld?"
"Then we use the contagion on them to save
them," Sam said, leaving no room for argument.
*
The Stargate hidden deep within the Cheyenne Mountain
Complex came alive. Warning sirens
echoed through the halls, and the Iris was closed. General Hammond and Jacob Carter/Selmak raced
into the control room, hoping to receive confirmation that this was Major
Carter and Teal'c, finally checking in after being gone one month.
"Receiving SG-1 IDC, Sir," Simmons said to
General Hammond.
"Open the Iris!" Hammond shouted at Simmons
angrily. Simmons complied, not saying
anything. He knew the General wasn't
angry with him; he was actually angry with Major Carter and Teal'c.
"Sir, I'm receiving a radio transmission."
"Let's hear it."
"General Hammond?
This is Major Carter," the voice from the other side of the
wormhole said.
"Major, what the HELL is going on? Where ARE you? Why have you not checked in in over a
MONTH?" Hammond shouted at her.
Jacob could picture his daughter cringing on the other
side. She was curling up into herself,
suddenly becoming quiet and afraid. She
had never handled being yelled at well.
He put a hand on his friend's shoulder, attempting to calm him
down. "Sam, what happened to you
and Teal'c after you left Vorash?" he asked gently, trying to smooth the
way.
"We went to Krimm," Sam stated.
"Krimm?
Why?" General Hammond asked, now more curious than angry. Why would they go back to a place that didn't
want them, that had tried to kill Major Carter?
"Because they had the biological weapon I need to
rescue Daniel and Colonel O'Neill," Sam answered.
"So you're on Krimm now?" Hammond asked.
"No, Sir.
We're not on Krimm. We're on Lord
Yu's home planet," Sam said carefully.
"LORD YU?" Hammond bellowed. "How'd HE get into this?"
"We went there to ask for his help, Sir. He knew where to find Anubis, and is going to
provide a battle distraction so Teal'c and I can sneak aboard Anubis's ship,
with the help of a few of the Krimm."
"Major..." Hammond said warningly.
"Don't worry, Sir.
We know what we're doing. We
should be back soon with both Daniel and Colonel O'Neill."
"Major, when you do get back, we're going to have a
long talk."
"Yes Sir.
Carter out." The wormhole
disengaged, and the Stargate was quiet.
Jacob turned to his friend. "Don't be too hard on her, George. She just wants to get her teammates
back. Especially Jack."
Hammond looked over at Jacob, confusion in his blue
eyes. "What do you mean, especially
O'Neill?"
Jacob sighed.
"I know it's really against regulations, but I figure you can handle
it. Sam has feelings for Jack. I can tell.
A father knows these kinds of things about his daughter."
For a split second Hammond didn't know how to react. Then he burst out laughing. Jacob looked at him as if he'd lost his
head. "What's so funny,
George?"
"You don't really know your daughter as well as you
think you do, Jacob. It's not O'Neill
she has feelings for. It's Doctor
Jackson."
"You're kidding, right?" Jacob asked. Hammond shook his head. "Holy Hannah!"
Hammond laughed again, this time at Jacob's
reaction. "C'mon, Jacob, let's go
get something to eat in the commissary and I'll explain it all to you."
*
Jack didn't know how much more of this torture he could
take. He had no idea how long he'd been
a prisoner, how long this Adonis, in the body of Daniel, had been torturing
him. He only knew that he was slowly
losing the battle; he was almost ready to give up and give in. And Anubis had yet to make an appearance in
the torture. Jack was dreading when he
would show up. He knew what Adonis was
capable of, now, but had no idea what Anubis was capable of, and that scared
him.
The coldness of the floor was welcoming to his heated
body. For hours, Adonis had mentally
tortured him with memories of his team getting into trouble, with memories of
his team getting hurt. When Jack had
been nearly unconscious, Adonis had switched to the physical. Electric shock torture, designed to deliver
increasing amounts of pain. Jack's skin
felt like it was on fire and every muscle hurt just thinking about it. The cold floor helped.
Where's my rescue party? Jack thought to himself. It has to have been weeks, probably
months. Where are they? Carter and Teal'c know my first rule: never leave a man behind. And there are two of us here, counting
Daniel. And I know how much Carter loves
Daniel; she won't leave hi here. So,
where are they? And how are we going to
help Daniel? He and I were just starting
to get things back to the way they were well before he ascended, before I became
jealous of his relationship with Carter.
Joking with him when we were first captured, it felt like old times
again.
Jack sighed and pulled himself into a ball to try and
lessen the pain. The pain was more
mental now, more about how he'd let Daniel down, lost his friend, than the
physical pain coming from his body.
Slowly, he drifted off into a restless sleep plagued with nightmares.
*
Lord Yu led the attack against Anubis's mothership, his
smaller attack ships firing nonstop at Anubis's ship, hoping to breach the
force shield and allow the infiltration team in. Lord Yu spared only a moment of thought for
Major Carter and her team, wishing them luck, then turned back to directing his
army against Anubis.
*
"There, right there.
See it, Teal'c?" Sam asked, pointing to something on the monitor
inside the small cargo ship they were flying.
"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.
"See what?" Charek asked from over Sam's
shoulder, trying to understand what was on the monitor.
"It shows where there's a small hole in the force
shield due to Lord Yu's forces. They
were systematically firing at this one spot, while making it look random. His army is good, very good. With any luck, Anubis won't notice this and
we can slip in and out," Sam explained, eyes flashing in hope, for the
first time seeing a possibility that her plan for rescuing Daniel and the
Colonel would work.
"Is it big enough for us to fly through?" one
of the other Krimm, Peller, asked.
Sam nodded.
"Just big enough, if Teal'c can hit it dead center."
Teal'c raised his eyebrow and turned to face Sam. "Do you doubt my abilities to fly this
cargo ship?" he asked.
"Nah. Just
trying to lighten the mood with sarcasm and a joke. Someone's gotta fill the Colonel's
shoes," Sam joked.
"In that case, it's a piece of cake," Teal'c
said, completely straight faced. Jaffa
humor.
"Piece of cake?" Charek asked, confued.
Sam shook her head, smiling at her friend. "It's an Earth idiom meaning no
problem. Teal'c was just trying to make
a joke for me. Don't worry about it
now. Once we're in, we make our way to
where they're keeping Daniel and Colonel O'Neill, hopefully without being seen,
and get them out." She ran her
fingers through her hair. "Teal'c,
how many Jaffa between the cargo bay and the holding cells?"
"There may be any number between twenty and one
hundred," Teal'c replied automatically, never taking his eyes away from
watching where he was flying.
"We've been over this fifty times," Peller
pointed out frustrated.
"So we'll make it fifty-one," Sam stated
gruffly, giving Peller a disgusted look.
"Or as many times as I feel it will take before I know everything
will go smoothly and we'll get my teammates back."
"Yes, Major Carter," Charek replied quickly,
shushing Peller. "Going over the
plan a few more times won't hurt."
"Fine.
Charek, go over it with your men.
I need to discuss something with Teal'c," Sam dismissed the
Krimm. Once they had entered the cargo
hold, leaving Sam and Teal'c alone at the controls, Sam slouched down in her
seat and let out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding
"What is on your mind, Major Carter?" Teal'c
asked as he adjusted course to come closer to the hole in the shield.
"Teal'c, I need to ask you to do something for me,
and I'm not sure you're going to like it," Sam started carefully.
"I may not, but I will listen to what it is,"
Teal'c replied in his calm, Jaffa manor.
"Whatever happens, I want you to promise me you'll
get Daniel out an back home safely. No
matter what happens." She turned to
stare at her friend. "Please,
Teal'c, promise me he'll be safe," she pleaded, her blue eyes wet with
tears.
Teal'c turned from the monitor and the window to stare at
his friend. He could see in her eyes how
much this meant to her, how DanielJackson's safety was the only thing on her
mind. He nodded. "I promise."
Sam reached out and squeezed Teal'c's arm. "Thanks, Teal'c. Knowing you've promised that makes it easier
for me to go in there."
They remained silent for the next few minutes as Teal'c
maneuvered the cargo ship through the small hole in the shields and down into
the cargo bay of the gigantic mothership.
Once they landed, Sam took a deep, calming breath, and stood up. "Okay, campers, let's go." She walked back to the cargo area to collect
her weapons for the dangerous mission.
Teal'c, right behind her, couldn't help but admire the
major. She had rally stepped into her
leadership role with the absence of O'Neill, and was doing remarkably
well. Not only was she acting like a
leader, she was acting like O'Neill, who was, in Teal'c's opinion, a very
superb leader. O'Neill will be very
proud of Major Carter, Teal'c said to himself.
She is showing the confidence and abilities of a natural leader, much
like O'Neill does. She's strong in her
decisions, looking at all the consequences before she chooses a course of
action. I have no doubt that her plan
will work.
Once Sam, Teal'c, Charek, Peller, and the other Krimm
soldier, Darieum, were equipped, she motioned for Teal'c to open the hatch and
let them onto the mothership. Teal'c
took point, the first outside the ship, sweeping the surrounding cargo bay with
his staff weapon. There was no one in
the cargo bay, hopefully a sign that they had not been noticed. Charek followed Teal'c out, covering his
back. Sam motioned for Peller to follow,
then turned to Darieum.
"If we're not back in two hours, get out of here and
meet up with Lord Yu, if you can. That's
an order," Sam clarified, in case there was any doubt as to whom the
leader of this mission was.
"Yes, Major Carter," Darieum responded.
Nodding, Sam left the cargo ship and joined her team in
making their was down to the holding cells.
Teal'c continued to take point, but Sam took up position right behind
him, the spot Colonel O'Neill would normally have taken in this situation. The position reserved for the leader of the
mission. Behind Sam came Peller, the one
Sam wasn't sure she could trust.
Bringing up the rear was Charek, in Sam's normal position, the one who
looked out for everybody, the second in command.
They made their way down twisting corridors and levels
toward the place where Daniel and Colonel O'Neill were being kept. They had to travel down nine levels and
through half the ship, but he cargo bay they had entered was the least guarded
and the one with the easiest access to the rest of the ship. The explosions against the shield and the
hull of the ship occasionally rocked the mothership, making walking difficult
at times, but the two members of SG-1 and the two Krimm soldiers managed to
stay on their feet. They encountered no
resistance on their way through the ship.
This made Sam more worried than happy.
She knew it worried Teal'c as well.
They should have at least encountered routine patrol, or Jaffa hurrying
to the glider bays. Yet, they saw no
one.
Teal'c suddenly stopped holding up his arm and making a
fist. A signal to halt and listen, that
there may be danger ahead. Sam came up
to stand next to Teal'c as they both peered around a turn. There was no one around the corner. Teal'c turned to face Sam and told her
silently that he had hears something from ahead of them.
Then, from inside the walls, Jaffa came out, opening fire
with their zat guns. Energy discharge
blasted all around Sam and her team.
They fired off a few shots with their weapons, but in all honesty they
didn't have a chance; they were all hit with zat fire and knocked
unconscious. Sam's last thought was of
how she had failed Daniel and the Colonel.
*
Sam awoke to a gently slap on the cheek and someone
calling out her name. "Carter, wake
up." She slowly forced her eyes to
open. Everything was blurry, and it was
dark, but she could make out a dark shape leaning over her. Blinking rapidly a few times, she forced her
eyes to focus on the dark shape, quickly discerning that it was Colonel
O'Neill.
"Carter, you okay?" he asked, his brown eyes
filled with worry.
Sam nodded, then instantly regretted it when a massive
pain exploded in her head. She brought
her right hand up to rub her temple.
"Ow," she answered.
Jack smiled.
Carter and Teal'c had come to rescue him, and they had brought
friends. Too bad they were now all
prisoners. "Well, now that you're
awake, we can get this party started," he joked.
Sam smiled at the Colonel's joke, sat up with his help,
and slowly looked around. The Colonel
was with her, Teal'c was a few feet away, deep in conversation with Charek and
Peller. She took a deep breath, trying
to calm her nerves.
Believing that Carter was about to ask about Daniel, Jack
quickly tried to reassure her.
"He's not dead, Carter. At
least not technically."
"Sir?" she asked, her blue eyes staring at him
in confusion.
Jack took a deep breath, ready to face Sam and her
wrath. "Daniel. Aphrodite took him and made him a host for a
Goa'uld named Adonis. Her lover. Daniel's a Goa'uld, Carter."
Steeling herself and her emotions, Sam climbed to her
feet, swaying slightly at first but quickly regaining her composure. "Well, we have to get out of here and
rescue him, too." She marked over
to Teal'c and the two Krimm.
"What's our situation?"
"Captured, Major Carter," Charek
responded. "All of our weapons have
been taken."
"As has the contagion darts Scientist Maltar had
given us," Teal'c informed her.
Eyes lighting up, Sam reached down her shirt, seeming to
be feeling around for something.
"Uh, Carter, whatcha doin'," Jack asked, confused at her
actions.
Not bothering to answer him, Sam pulled out a small,
plastic case. "Still got
them," she informed her teammates.
She smiled brightly at Teal'c, Charek, and Peller.
"What is that?" Charek asked.
"Plan B," she said by way of explanation.
"Plan B, Carter?" Jack asked, wanting to gain
access to the conversation. I mean,
really, he thought, who's in charge? Me
or Carter?
"Maltar gave me an oral form of the contagion as
well," Sam informed them. She
opened the plastic case and pulled out one pill, handing it to Teal'c. "For Daniel, in case..."
Teal'c nodded, taking the pill. "I understand."
"Understand what?" Jack asked, confused. "Carter, what the hell are you talking
about?" He rubbed the back of his
neck in frustration. "You come in
her with two Krimm and start talking about darts and flashing around
pills. What's going on? The Cliff's notes version will do."
"Okay, the Krimm created a contagion to use against
the Goa'uld. It will attack the symbiote
and kill it, but leave the host unharmed.
Lord Yu is attacking Anubis, or was, to try to help us destroy Anubis
and rescue you and Daniel. It seems the
Jaffa confiscated our darts with the contagion, but overlooked the pills I
carried," Sam spoke quickly.
Jack looked at Teal'c for a better explanation, but none
came. The holding cell door swung open,
and Aphrodite stood in its place.
"Ah, I see you have all awoken. I hope you find your accommodations most
comforting," she said sarcastically.
"You should plan on being here for a long time." She entered the cell and came over to stand
before Sam, looking her up and down, sizing her up. "I don't really see what my lover's host
sees in you, but he is fighting Adonis for control because of you." Aphrodite grabbed Sam's arm and began to pull
her out of the cell. "My lover has
plans for you, my dear."
"No!" Jack shouted. "Take me again!" But Aphrodite didn't even acknowledge that
he'd spoken. She hauled Sam out of there
before Sam could say anything to them, tell them everything would be okay, and
the cell door closed behind them.
Teal'c walked over to the cell door, leaned down, and
picked up the small plastic case with the contagion pill inside them. Major Carter had managed to drop the case,
unseen, so that it would not be found by Aphrodite or Adonis.
"They're going to hurt her," Jack said quietly,
distantly. "They're going to hurt
her like they hurt me." He sat down
and covered his face with his hands.
"I'm just failing everybody this time around."
Teal'c looked over at O'Neill, confused. "You are not failing anyone,
O'Neill," he told his friend.
"We are involved in a particularly difficult mission at the moment. That is all."
Jack looked up at Teal'c and the Jaffa was surprised to
see tears running down his friend's face.
"Oh, really? Daniel and I
got captured on my watch and Daniel was made a Goa'uld. Now you and Carter get captured trying to
rescue us and they take Carter to torture her."
"O'Neill, you are a great leader," Teal'c told
him.
"Some leader," Jack disparaged himself.
Teal'c knelt down in front of his closest friend, trying
to look him in the eye. "You are a
great leader, O'Neill. Over this past
month I have seen it. In the devotion
you have inspired from myself and Major Carter.
In the way Major Carter has acted, the plan she has devised, some of the
things she has said. She actually said
'screw the Tok'ra'."
Jack looked up abruptly at what Teal'c had just
said. "Did she really say
that?" Teal'c nodded. Jack smiled broadly. "Sweeeet."
"Every choice she made, she make after asking
herself what you would do," Teal'c continued. "She devised this plan, questioned all
the right people, voiced all the right things.
She ever secured the ..approval...of General Hammond."
"How did she do this? Get the Krimm and Lord Yu to help?"
"Quite frankly, Colonel O'Neill, she blackmailed all
of us," Charek said, speaking up for the first time.
Jack looked over at the two Krimm soldiers, scrunching up
his nose in confusion. "Huh? Blackmail?
That doesn't sound at all like Carter.
She wouldn't do that. She's
too...moral."
Charek laughed.
"Well, that may be true, but she blackmailed us all the same. She basically told us she would alert all the
enemies of the Goa'uld to the fact that the Krimm had created the Goa'uld, yet
took no responsibility for this. Can you
possibly imagine what would have happened to us if that secret were
revealed? Our entire race would be hunted
down and slaughtered. So, we had no
choice but to agree to help her."
"Carter did that?
She's the last person I'd picture doing something like that, except for
Daniel."
"Indeed she did," Teal'c confirmed. "She also forced Lord Yu into an
arrangement with us."
"How?"
"Sam blackmailed him as well. She basically told him she would use the
contagion on him if he didn't help us," Charek said.
Jack shook his head in disbelief. Carter running around blackmailing
people? That wasn't like her at
all. Come to think of it, that was much
more his style. Well, at least I taught
Carter something, Jack thought.
"So, how'd she get you to come along?" Jack
asked the two Krimm.
"I volunteered.
I admire Sam a great deal," Charek replied. "I believe that she could pull this
off. Plus, I feel that I needed to make
amends for trying to kill her."
Anger flared in Jack's eyes as he jumped to his feet,
staring hard at Charek. "You pushed
her off that cliff?" he demanded angrily.
"Yes," Charek admitted, looking embarrassed and
contrite. "And I now regret doing
that, for had I succeeded in killing her I would have missed out on knowing one
of the bravest, kind, loving people I could ever find. I feel privileged that she trusts me with her
life, after what I have done."
"Well, yeah," Jack said, not really knowing how
to respond to Charek, keeping his anger in check. If Carter could trust this guy, after what he
had done, then Jack could certainly try.
But, of course, not guarantees.
"They knew we were coming," Peller spoke up
quietly.
"What did you say?" Jack asked him.
"I said they knew we were coming," Peller
reiterated, louder this time.
"That's the only explanation I can come up with. They lulled us into a false sense of security
by making the way here seem deserted, then attacking from a hidden corridor."
"Indeed," Teal'c agreed with the Krimm
soldier. "They did know we were
coming."
"How?" Jack and Charek asked at the same time.
"Someone must have told Anubis we were coming. Lord Yu perhaps?" Peller accused.
"It was not Lord Yu," Teal'c told them.
"Then who?" Peller demanded. "I know it wasn't one of us or Darieum
on the cargo ship."
Teal'c did not respond other than to raise his eyebrow.
"You know who it was," Jack said quietly. "Teal'c?"
"Indeed I do.
It was Major Carter," Teal'c admitted. He watched shock, anger, and confusion war
for dominance on all of their faces.
This was difficult for them, he knew.
It was difficult for himself as well, and even more so for Major Carter.
"Teal'c, why would she do that? If we were coming here to secretly rescue
them, why would she tell them we were coming?" Charek asked.
"Because she already knew," Jack answered for
him, finally realizing what was going on.
What Plan B really was. Or was it
Plan C? Continuing his theory, Jack
said, "She knew Daniel was a Goa'uld.
Maybe Yu told her, I don't know.
But she knew, so she told Anubis that you guys were coming..." Jack trailed off and looked to Teal'c, fear
in his brown eyes. "Oh, crap,"
he moaned. "She's gonna trade herself
for Daniel."
"Indeed, that is Plan A. Plan B is for me to get Daniel back to Earth,
regardless of everyone else, and to kill the symbiote with the contagion,"
Teal'c confirmed.
"Please tell me there's a Plan C," Jack
groaned. He knew Carter was probably the
smartest person on Earth, but right now, she was acting like the dumbest
person, even lower than Jack himself. A
voice inside Jack tried to tell him she wasn't acting stupidly, but rather like
a woman in love. A woman who was willing
to risk everything, including her own life, to secure the life and safety of
the one she loved. I hope someday I find
someone who'd do this for me, Jack thought.
"Why didn't I know about this?" Charek demanded
angrily.
"Would you have come and not interfered?"
Teal'c asked him. Charek shook his
head. "Then that is why Major
Carter did not fully disclose her plan to you.
And no," he said, turning to O'Neill. "There is no Plan C."
"There's always a Plan C, Teal'c. Carter just didn't make one, so we will. Plan C will be to get out of here, rescue
both Daniel and Carter and get back to Earth in one piece. And since I'm the commanding officer, I
choose the plan. And I like Plan
C."
*
Sam was roughly pushed into a room by two armed
Jaffa. She looked around, taking in the
dentist like chair in the center of the room, and the metal trays beside it
with the torture instruments. And the
man standing beside the instruments.
"Daniel?" Sam questioned the man. In response, he smiled at her, but it was not
Daniel's normal, innocent little boy smile, or the bright watt smile when he
was happy. It was one of pure evil. This was no longer Daniel.
"Ah, Samantha Carter," the Goa'uld voice from
Daniel said. "Welcome,
welcome! Let me introduce myself. I am Adonis, the Goa'uld who has taken control
of your lover. This is going to be
purely for his benefit, I promise."
Sam shuddered at he sound of the Goa'uld voice coming
from her Daniel. It made her want to
throw up. Daniel was lost somewhere inside,
and Sam wasn't sure how to get him out, or even if she could. Not right this second, anyway. Which meant that she was going to be tortured
by him. Not by Daniel, Sam told herself,
but by the Goa'uld using Daniel's body.
It won't really be Daniel at all.
The Jaffa muscled her down into the chair, strapping her
in. Grinning like a chesire cat,
Adonis/Daniel picked something up off the metal trays and touched it to Sam's
shoulder, and Sam's world erupted in pain.
*
Daniel had no idea how long Adonis had kept this up, but
he knew Sam wasn't going to be able to take much more today. That's the funny thing about Sam. She could break her arm on a mission and not
say anything, but if she got a paper cut back home, she'd cry like a baby, like
it was the most excruciating pain she'd ever experienced. She had, apparently, held out for a long
time, longer than both Adonis and Daniel had expected, but Daniel knew Sam
inside and out. She was breaking,
heading toward unconsciousness. And when
that happened, the mental torture would begin to be inflicted by the memory
recall device. Daniel suspected that the
mental torture for Sam, as it had been for Jack, would be much worse than the
physical.
I have to stop this, Daniel said to himself. I have to get him to leave Sam alone. Hey! he called out to the Goa'uld. Stop it.
Stop hurting her!
I will not, Adonis answered him.
You must! You're
going to kill her!
So?
Stop it.
Stopitstopitstopit! STOP IT!
Daniel cried, attempting to gain control, crying inwardly. Crying for Sam.
Aphrodite saw Adonis's hand falter, and lower the shock
prodder slightly. She stared at him,
watching his face for signs. His eyes
had glazed over, unfocused, as if he were seeing something that wasn't
there. She knew he was fighting with the
host, Daniel Jackson. Daniel was
reacting to the torture of his love, fighting Adonis with everything he
had. Of course, in the end, it wouldn't
be enough, but right now, it was enough to disrupt Adonis's concentration.
"My love," Aphrodite said, siding up to Adonis
and breaking into his internal struggle.
"Why don't you stop for a while.
You're going to kill her on the first time out, and what will that
do? You won't have time to enjoy it, and
less time hurting Daniel Jackson."
Adonis turned off the shock prodder and nodded in
agreement. "You are right, my
love. We should end for today and start
again tomorrow." He turned to the
Jaffa still in the room. "Take her
to a private holding cell. I want the
others to think she is dead. I want to
hurt them as well."
Sam felt herself being dragged away, barely
conscious. Only one thought kept running
through her mind. I have to rescue
Daniel, she thought. I have to get him
to take a contagion pill. I promise, Daniel,
I will get you free. She was thrown down
onto the ground, and everything went black.
*
"Dammit!" Jack shouted loudly, punching the
metal wall of the cell. "I can't
stand this...standing around while that snake-head is hurting
Carter." He flexed his hand, barely
feeling the pain. I probably broke it,
the thought.
"I agree, O'Neill, it is most difficult. But there is nothing we can do at the moment
for Major Carter. We must effect our
escape first," Teal'c tried to reason with him.
"It doesn't make me feel any better, Tee. I know what they're doing to her. I know.
And it makes me very angry," Jack said quietly.
"Sam's a tough woman. I'm sure she'll escape first and come get
us," Charek commented, trying to lift up O'Neill's spirits.
"Care to make a wager on that?" he joked. Then, face falling, he nodded. "I know.
I've seen Carter take a lot, but some things even the toughest person
can't take."
"You must believe Major Carter will prevail. She believe in you and DanielJackson, so now
you must believe in her," Teal'c told him.
"I've been thinking," Peller spoke up. "I think I can work this panel away and
get to the door mechanism and crosswire it so it opens."
"Your Carter equivalent?" Jack jokingly asked
Charek as he watched Peller pry off the control board and begin to move round
the crystals inside. Maybe things were
looking up.
*
The physical torture had ended, but the mental was just
beginning. Sam wasn't sure which was
worse. Physical scars would eventually
fade, the pain lessen as the torture stopped.
But the mental? Adonis used the
memory recall device to bring up much of Sam's past, more that even she was
aware of. And once brought up, these
painful memories did not go away. Sam
lived through many childhood disappointments from her father, her mother's
death, her life with Jonas Hanson and his death, Jolinar, Martouf and his
death, Narim, the horrible trip to Netu, being imprisoned by Hathor, kidnapped
and nearly killed by Adrian Conrad, nearly dying from Nirrti's experiments,
and, of course, the worst memories of all.
The ones where Daniel was missing, or hurt, or dying.
Once Adonis found the memories that hurt Sam the most,
those related to Jolinar, Martouf, and Daniel, he replayed them over and over,
forcing her to watch the most horrible memories she had. There was only so much of Daniel dying that
Sam could watch before she felt she would go insane with the hurt and anguish. She screamed over and over, begging Adonis to
stop. He only laughed and pressed
harder, adding physical to the mental now.
Finally, Sam's mind shut down to escape the pain, and she drifted into
unconsciousness.
*
Please stop! Stop
hurting Sam! Daniel pleaded with the Goa'uld.
Why do you insist on fighting me? Adonis asked
Daniel. The more you fight, the more I
will hurt your love.
Taking a deep breath, Daniel decided to make the ultimate
sacrifice for Sam. I'll stop fighting
you if you stop hurting Sam and let her and the others go.
We have a deal, Daniel Jackson. See that you keep it.
Crying inside, Daniel hoped that Sam would someday be
able to forgive him for giving up. He
hoped that someday she would see that he did this all for her because he loved
her way too much to be the cause of her pain.
*
Sam woke up alone in her cold, dark cell. She began to shiver, more from fear than from
the cold. She was afraid that the mental
torture would begin again at any moment.
Usually, one she woke up, the Jaffa would come for her and take her to Adonis
and the chair. The chair. Sam hated that chair, the very thought of it
make her go cold inside. She had no idea
how long she had been separated from Colonel O'Neill, Teal'c, and the Krimm,
how long she'd been tortured by Adonis in Daniel's body. All she knew was that she had to get out
soon, or she wouldn't be able to, or be able to rescue Daniel. That was still her first priority.
Sitting up, Sam found she didn't hurt nearly as much as
she usually did. Stretching slowly, she
began to formulate a plan. First, she
had to get out of this cell and find Teal'c with the pill. She had no doubt that he had seen her drop
them as Aphrodite had taken her away.
She couldn't risk them being found by the Goa'uld, their one and only
chance to may be win. Once she had the
pills in her possession, she'd force Adonis to take one. She wasn't sure how; she'd cross that bridge
when she came to it. She knew that was
her only chance of getting Daniel back, and the sooner she did it, the better
their chances were to get off this ship alive.
Sam heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. Heavy metal boots. Jaffa were coming for her. Knowing now was probably the only time she'd ever
have to escape, Sam forced her body into action. She hurt less that usual, and knew that next
time she might not be so lucky. This was
it. I'm coming to get you, Daniel, she
thought, giving herself the needed force to do this. She stood up beside the cell door, awaiting
the entrance of the Jaffa. No more than
two Jaffa had come for her before, since she was supposed to be weak and tired,
in too much pain to fight them. But not
this time. This time she'd get them
before they got her.
The door opened and two Jaffa entered the cell. Sam went into action, jumping behind them,
grabbing one of their staff weapons as they whirled around, and shot them both
as quick as she could. She wasn't quick
enough, though. One of them shot her
with their staff weapon. However, she
was moving around so much that it did little damage, hitting her in the
shoulder instead of a more deadly area, like her chest or stomach. With both Jaffa down, Sam raced out of the
cell and carefully made her way down to where she knew Teal'c and the others
were being held. Where the pills that
could save Daniel were being hidden. She
didn't notice the pain in her shoulder, or she didn't care. It wasn't important. What was important was getting those
contagion pills from Teal'c so she could save Daniel. Her pain, her life, was below that.
Luck was on her side; she made it to the other holding
cell without being seen. Taking a moment
to thank whoever was looking out for her that there were no guards present, Sam
quickly opened the cell door and stood in the doorway, half looking in and half
looking down the hallway for Jaffa.
"Carter?" she heard O'Neill call out to
her. "How the hell?"
"No time, Sir.
We gotta move. By now Adonis
knows I'm free. Teal'c, we need weapons,
and I need those pills."
"There should be a weapons locker a few doors down
from here, for the guards," Teal'c informed her, coming to stand next to
her. She handed him the other staff
weapon she had confiscated from the Jaffa who had come for her. "Major Carter, it is good to see
you." Then he noticed her
shoulder. "You are injured."
"It's not bad," Sam brushed him off.
Examining it closely, Jack added in a fake, British
accent, "It's only a flesh wound."
Sam looked at him and smiled broadly.
"I don't think Teal'c knows that movie."
"Then we're going to have to force him to watch it
when we get back," Jack stated.
"Now, let's get back."
As Sam, Jack, Teal'c, Charek, and Peller made their way
down to the weapons locker Sam outlined her plan to the Colonel. He approved, but only marginally. "I don't like the idea of you and Teal'c
going alone to get Daniel. Not enough
people, and no backup, and you're injured, Carter."
"We don't have a choice, Sir," Sam argued. "Someone needs to knock out the shield
generators and steal a cargo ship so we can escape, or getting Daniel now will
be pointless. You take Charek and Peller
and do that. Trust Charek to watch your
back, Sir. He will. And I need Teal'c. I don't know how those pills will work. If Daniel needs to be carried, Teal'c's the
only one strong enough to do it."
"How are you going to get that snake-head to swallow
that pill?" Jack asked as he strapped on a couple of zat guns and grabbed
a charged staff weapon. He grabbed two
radio headsets, handing one to Carter and tucking the other in his belt.
"I'm going to force it down his throat," Sam
stated quietly. Too quietly. Jack became concerned. She was giving no thought to herself. Everything she had she was giving into
rescuing Daniel. He just hoped she
didn't collapse before it was all over and they were safely on their way back
to Earth.
They split then, Sam and Teal'c going off in search of
Adonis and Daniel, while Jack took the two Krimm down towards the shield
generators. The shield generators were
three levels down from the holding cell. Jack blazed his was down the corridors,
blasting by every Jaffa search party they came to. He had no intention of being taken prisoner
again and every intention of getting off this ship, with everyone else as
well. No one was going to be left
behind, dead or alive. Rounding a
corner, energy blasts from staff weapons connected with the wall just above his
head. Dropping to a crouch, he fired
off, hitting three out of three with one shot each. As they came closer and closer to the shield
generators, they encountered more and more resistance in the form of
Jaffa. But no super soldiers. Jack knew that was significant, but couldn't
afford the time to puzzle it out right now; he filed it in the back of his mind
for thought later on. The Jaffa became
harder and harder to overcome. More and
more Jaffa seemed to come out of nowhere.
They know where we're headed, Jack thought. They were expecting this. We gotta make a Plan B.
"Okay, campers, we're not going to make it to the
shield generators. Is there any other
way to get by those shields without destroying them from in here?" he
asked the Krimm. It was hard to think,
to do anything with the loud sounds of staff weapons hitting the wall they were
hiding behind. He had had a headache
from the torture, and this weapons fire wasn't helping. He hoped his instincts about Peller were
correct, and he'd give him another option, much as Carter would have were she
here, if only to get them somewhere quiet.
"I studied the technical schematics while on Yu's ship,"
Peller started. "I believe I can
open up the shield from inside the cargo ship, but I shouldn't do it if they
know where we are, or if we're not ready to leave. Otherwise, they could lock me out and our
only other option would be to blow up the generators."
"Gotcha.
Okay, we head for the cargo bays, find an unoccupied, unguarded ship,
and lay low until Carter and Teal'c get there," Jack informed them, not at
all pleased with Plan B, but not having time to come up with Plan C. Besides, this beats dying right now. He looked around, completely lost. "Well, I can't really stop someone and
ask them for directions..."
"Cargo bays are that way," Peller said dryly,
pointing down a corridor to their left.
"Lay on MacDuff.
We'll call Carter and Teal'c when we know where we are."
"My name is not MacDuff," Peller said, annoyed.
"I know. If
you were from Earth, you'd get it."
*
Sam and Teal'c fought their way down Jaffa infested
hallways, heading as fast as they could to Adonis's chambers. The need in Sam to get Daniel was clouding
everything she did, and she almost paid the price for it. She was focusing on the doorway ahead of
them; the one that was being guarded buy twenty armed Jaffa. That doorway led to Adonis. Led to Daniel. Sam stood, shooting a staff weapon at the
Jaffa, heedless to Teal'c's repeated shouts to get back, that there were too
many Jaffa to defeat by a head on assault.
Sam didn't hear him. Only one
thought was running through her mind.
She had to get to Daniel. I have
to get to Daniel. She said to herself.
He is beyond that door. I cannot
let him down. I have to rescue him, to
save him from the Goa'uld. I must not
fail. I will not fail. I love him too much to fail him. Aim, fire, kill a Jaffa. Aim, fire, kill a Jaffa. Energy blasts whipped past Sam, thankfully
none of them hit her. But twenty armed
Jaffa were too many for her. Teal'c, becoming
increasingly worried at Major Carter's actions, decided the had to do something
to get her attention. So he leaped at
Sam, pushing her to the ground just as two energy blasts hit the wall right
behind where Sam had been standing. Had
Teal'c not shoved her out of the way, she would have been killed. Looking up at him, thanking him silently, he
nodded, and they hid around opposite corners, this time Sam paying more
attention to her surrounding.
"Teal'c!" she shouted to him across the open
hallway. "I think we're going to
need a hostage to get out of here!"
"I agree, Major Carter!" Teal'c shouted back at
her.
"On three we rush at them, blast by them, and take
Adonis prisoner!" Sam told him the plan.
She tossed aside her staff weapon and took out two zat guns, so she
could have a weapon in both hands.
Teal'c did the same, realizing that two weapons were better than one,
though he much preferred the staff weapons.
But in this case, two zatniketels would be the better choice.
"Indeed, I believe that may be your only course of
action!"
"I'm glad you agree!
Now, one, two, three!"
Sam and Teal'c ran at the Jaffa, dodging energy fire,
somehow neither being hit. They took out
all of the Jaffa between them and the doorway, barely registering that there
were blasts coming from behind them as well.
Racing through he door, Teal'c triggered it closed while Sam held both
Adonis and Aphrodite at gunpoint with her zat guns.
"You will not win.
You will not take this host away, and you will not get off of this ship
alive," Adonis informed them calmly.
"I don't care what you think," Sam told him
coldly. "I only care about what I
know. And I know I'm going to take you
with me. and I know I'm going to free
Daniel from you."
"Right now there are armed Jaffa closing in on this
room. You will not get out alive,"
Aphrodite said.
"Oh, we so don't have time for this," Sam said
to no one in particular. Before anyone
knew what had happened, Sam shot Aphrodite with one of her zat guns. "Now, you'll do as I say, or I shoot her
again."
Eyes wide open, now fully registering what was happening,
how determined this Tau'ri woman was to regain her friend, Adonis became
afraid. He locked eyes with her, and saw
right down to her very soul. This woman
would stop at nothing to save the one she loved. She didn't care at all about her own life,
only the life of his host. That made her
dangerous, unpredictable. Adonis did not
like dealing with the unpredictable.
"Teal'c, take him with you. Let's get out of here," Sam ordered,
eyes still locked with Adonis.
As they left the room, they were bombarded by many armed
Jaffa, too numerous to count. "Let
us pass!" Sam shouted at them.
"Harm us, fire upon us, and I'll kill him!" Sam warned them,
pointing both of her zat guns at Adonis.
Teal'c, one arm wrapped around Adonis, began dragging him through the
crowd of Jaffa, the other holding a zat gun out at the ready, pointed ahead.
The Jaffa let them pass, not sure what to do. Adonis said nothing, just smiled and went
willingly with Teal'c. Once past the
Jaffa, he started to speak. "You
won't get away with this. The shields
are up; you won't get past them.
"We will if they're brought down," Sam told him
pointedly.
"Ah, yes, Colonel O'Neill and the others. I figured they would try to disable the
shield generators, so I sent a team down there to protect them. Your friends should be prisoners of the Jaffa
by now."
Sam took a deep breath, praying that it wasn't true. If it was, then they had no hope of
escape. She took out the radio headset
that the Colonel had given her, and just as she was about to use it, a voice
came over the set.
"Carter?
Where are you? You got that
snake-head out of Daniel yet?"
"Colonel? You
okay?" she asked back, relieved to hear his voice.
"Yep. We got
a ship, and Peller figures he can bring down the shield from here. We ran into a little trouble at the
generators. What's your situation?"
It was like music to her ears. "Teal'c and I have Adonis in our
possession. We're using him as a
hostage. Where are you?"
"Cargo bay on level...where the hell are we, Peller?"
O'Neill demanded.
"Four levels up from the shield generators," he
said.
Sam looked to Teal'c for a direction. "Two levels below us," he told her.
Sam wiped the sweat off her forehead, surprised to see
that it was streaked red. Blood. She must have injured her head when Teal'c
pushed her out of the line of fire.
Ignoring it for the moment, she responded to the Colonel. "We'll be there soon. Carter out."
Using Adonis as a hostage and shield, Teal'c and Sam
passed by any Jaffa they came to, making their way down to the cargo bay
O'Neill had told them he, Peller, and Charek were holed up in. Alerting the Colonel that they were outside
the ship, the door opened and they rushed inside, Teal'c still dragging
Adonis. The door shut behind them. Teal'c shoved Adonis down onto the floor
where he pulled himself up to a wall and sat up. Sam stood over him, zat gun pointed at his
head. Teal'c raced to the front of the
ship, sliding into the pilot's seat. He
knew O'Neill was capable of flying the cargo ship, but also knew that hey were
going to need their best pilot to escape.
Signaling to Peller that he was ready, Teal'c sat back in the seat and
waited for his part.
Peller, sitting next to him, began fiddling with buttons
and crystals, quickly getting the cargo bay doors open. "Take off right now. I'm going to drop the shields when we are
right in front of them. That way, we're
through before the Goa'uld have a chance to raise them again."
It was beautifully timed, beautifully executed. They were past the shields. Of course, the gliders were right behind
them. "Can we go to
hyperspeed?" O'Neill asked, hovering over Teal'c.
"In a moment," Peller replied. "I need to reconnect a few
systems..." He got up out of his
seat and made his way back towards Sam and their prisoner. He pulled open a panel and began rearranging
crystals. "Major Carter, your
assistance please? You probably know
these systems better than I do."
Handing her zat guns to Charek, she went over to Peller
and helped him get the hyperspeed engines pack on line. "I had to take them off in order to use
the crystals to bypass the shield codes and get them down." Within minutes, they had hyperspeed at their
disposal.
"All set, Teal'c!" Sam shouted up to him. A second later she felt the cargo ship lurch
into hyperspeed. And they were
away. Leaving Charek and Peller to keep
watch over Adonis, Sam went back up to the front of the ship and stood next to
Teal'c. "The pills," she said,
holding out her hand.
Teal'c reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out
the small plastic case. "How do you
intend to get him to take the pill?"
"Like I said before, I'm going to force it down his
throat," Sam said coldly, taking the case and removing one tiny pill. Grabbing a canteen of water she walked slowly
back to where Adonis was sitting up against the wall. Jack turned and watched her, concerned. He knew this must be hard on her, to have the
one she loved turned into a Goa'uld, and to have then tortured her, all the
while looking like the one she loved.
And here she was, injured, but not seeming to care. All that mattered to her was saving
Daniel. Jack fervently hoped that Daniel
would get through this when he was well, otherwise he was afraid they'd lose
Carter as well. Oh, man, Daniel, better
get through this, or life as we all know it will be over. Hopefully he won't shut us out, or at least
not Carter so she can help him. He's
going to need al the help he can get to get past this, and Carter may be the
only one who can help him.
"Now," Sam said quietly, crouching down in
front of Adonis, "I'm only going to give you one chance to do this the
easy way." She held up the
contagion pill. "Take this
willingly."
Adonis shook his head.
"I will not allow you to take back this host so easily."
"Very well."
Sam motioned for the Krimm to come forward, each one taking a side of
his body, holding Adonis immobile so he couldn't hurt her or turn away. "Then we do this the hard
way." She grabbed him by the throat,
forced his mouth open, and shoved the pill down into the back of his
mouth. Then she poured water down his
throat, forcing him to swallow. And the
pill disappeared.
"You haven't won.
You only think you have," Adonis taunted them before passing out. Sam knew that when he woke up he'd be Daniel,
and only Daniel. She had complete faith
in Maltar and his contagion. He had told
her that he wasn't sure exactly what the reaction would be, whether the
symbiote's death was immediate or would take place over time. When Adonis passed out and slumped over, Sam
got up and retrieved a blanket and pillow.
She was determined that Daniel would wake up somewhat comfortable. She sat next to him, her back against the
wall, and placed the pillow in her lap.
Lifting Daniel's head, she placed it on the pillow, then covered him
with the blanket. She stroked his hair
off his forehead, running her fingers down his cheek. She was determined to bet here for him when
he woke up.
*
"I figure we'd take you back to Earth with us, then
send you on to Krimm," Jack explained to Charek and Peller.
"I hope Darieum got out of there okay. When we first cam eon board, we told him to
wait two hours, then to leave, whether we were back or not," Charek said,
thinking of his friend and fellow soldier.
"I am confident that he is well," Teal'c
said. "And I am unsure as to
whether we should take this ship all the way back to Earth, of if we should
stop at the nearest safe planet with a Stargate and return that way."
"The ship," Jack told him. "It will give Danny-boy more time to
recuperate and come back to himself without being on display at the
SGC." Jack looked back into the cargo
hold and watched Carter stroking Daniel's face.
He was still asleep, his head still pillowed on her lap. "The less people around when he wakes up
and has to deal with this the better."
Jack clapped a hand on Teal'c's shoulder. "Take your time, Teal'c. Maybe we'll even drop Charek and Peller off
first then return to Earth." He
left them at the front of the ship and walked back to Carter and Daniel. He slid down the wall next to Carter and sat
on the floor, not saying anything, waiting for her to speak first.
After a while, she did.
"He has a long road ahead of him, Sir, doesn't he?" Jack nodded, waiting for her to
continue. "He may never get over
this."
"He will, Carter.
If you love him enough, he will.
Just love him."
"He won't ever be the same. He'll be haunted with memories of hurting
me. He'll hate himself for what happened
to me. What if it's too painful for him
to be around me? What if he won't let me
help in?" She turned to Jack and he
saw the tears streaming down her face.
"I'm afraid I'm going to lose him anyway."
Jack put his arm around Carter and she rested her head on
his shoulder. "You love him,
Sam. That's what counts. Don't let him push you away. Don't let him pull back. And definitely don't let him doubt your
love. Start out small if you have
too. Give him all he'll take, and then
give him some more. He'll probably tell
you he hates you, that he doesn't love you, but he's only going to do that to
push you away, afraid that if he's too close to you that he'll hurt you
again. Don't give up on him, but also
don't expect everything to go back to the way it was before. It won't, and he won't."
Sam nodded against his shoulder. "I'm sorry for what I said to you once
before, Sir. About you not being able to
handle emotional situations. I was
wrong. You're pretty good at this."
Jack was about to say something witty and sarcastic, to
lighten the mood, then he realized that would be the wrong thing to do. It would belittle her apology and probably
make her angry. So he opted for being a
grown up and telling the truth.
"It's actually easy when you care about the people."
Sam nodded again against his shoulder. "I'm just so tired, Sir," she
murmured.
"S'okay, Sam.
Just rest. Lemme take a look at
that shoulder and head while you sleep."
"Okay, Sir."
Jack took out the first aid kit and, peeling away
Carter's ruined shirt, he began to bandage her up, steadying her every now and
then as she started to fall over as she fell asleep. Smiling sadly, he hoped that his kids would
be okay in the end. He knew they had
along road ahead of them, but that with his and Teal'c's help, they'd get
through it. He would make sure of that.
*
Part 3
Daniel Jackson stretched and winced. God, he hurt.
He opened his eyes, and immediately shut them again. It was way too bright for him, wherever he
was. His whole body hurt, but mostly his
head. He had a pounding, drilling,
hammering type of headache emanating from the base of his skull. He slowly reached behind his neck and rubbed
his head gently, hoping to alleviate the pain.
It didn't work.
"Daniel?" a voice enquired quietly. Jack's voice,
Daniel could sense his friend leaning over him and opened
his eyes to little slits to avoid the bright light. "Jack?" he asked, his voice throaty
from not being used. "Where am
I? What happened?" As he spoke Daniel felt around him,
registering a pillow under his head and a sleeping bag around him. Someone had tucked him in nice and tight.
"You're on a cargo ship. We're headed to Krimm to drop off two
passengers, and then we're going home," Jack replied.
Daniel nodded briefly, all to aware that the pain in his
head wasn't subsiding. "Where's
everyone else? How long have I been
asleep?" His voice was starting to
even out; he sounded more awake.
"You were unconscious for five days, Daniel. You had us all very worried. As for where everyone else is, Charek and
Peller are sleeping on the other side of the room. Teal'c's up front, piloting. And Carter's sitting up there with him."
"Charek and Peller?
Who are they?" Daniel asked, rubbing the back of his head again.
Jack noticed Daniel rubbing his head and frowned, not
knowing if that was good or bad. Maybe
it meant that the Goa'uld was completely dead, and his head hurt from it. Or maybe it meant that the Goa'uld was still
alive, trying to fight for dominance.
"Your head hurt?"
"Yeah, a little." Daniel fully opened his eyes, now more able
to withstand the bright light and turned and faced Jack. "Why are you avoiding my
questions?"
"I'm not."
"Are to."
"Not."
"Are."
"Not."
"Okay then.
What happened? And who are Charek
and Peller?" Daniel challenged, staring directly at Jack's face.
Sighing, Jack decided he had better answer Daniel. "Charek and Peller are two Krimm
soldiers who helped Carter and Teal'c rescue us. As for what happened, well...that's a really
long story."
"How long?" Daniel demanded impatiently.
"Don't you remember anything?" Jack asked,
laying a hand on Daniel's shoulder.
Shrugging, Daniel attempted to turn over onto his
side. With a lot of help from Jack,
Daniel finally lay facing him, one arm stretched out under his head, the other
lying across his hip. "I remember
you and I were captured by Aphrodite.
She said she and Ares were working for Anubis. She..."
Suddenly Daniel's pale face became even more pale, and he flopped back
down onto his back, slinging one arm over his eyes. "She made me a Goa'uld," he stated
quietly, the words muffled slightly by his arm.
"Oh god, Jack...I hurt you.
And Sam..." Daniel rolled
over to his other side and curled up into a tight ball, arms holding his legs
up to his chest, head tucked down at his knees.
His breathing came in ragged gasps.
"I hurt Sam so badly..." Jack heard him choke out.
"Daniel..." Jack began, placing a hand on
Daniel's back, but removing it quickly when Daniel flinched violently
away. "Daniel, I don't blame you
for what happened. Carter doesn't
either. She's barely left your side
since we escaped. The only reason she's
up with Teal'c is because I ordered her up there. To take a rest from sitting here constantly
checking on you, worrying over you."
"Jack," Daniel said, his voice cracking with
emotion. "Please shut up and go
away."
"Daniel..."
"GO!"
Without another word Jack stood up and walked out of the
cargo bay and up to Teal'c and Carter.
They turned to face him when they felt him come up behind them. He took in their appearance before he told
them anything, trying to measure how much they could take, especially
Carter. Teal'c looked like...well, like
Teal'c. He appeared uninjured and just
as strong and stoic as ever. It did not
seem that their recent battle had caused him any undo pain or suffering. Carter, however, looked like she was about to
collapse. Her blonde hair was tousled,
sticking out at odd angles. She looked
tired, and her eyes had dark circles under them. She was thinner than before he and Daniel had
been captured. Much thinner. She had a small bandage over a cut on her
left temple, and her left arm was in a sling, to take the pressure off of her
injured shoulder. But the most striking
thing about Carter's appearance to Jack was that she looked sad, incredibly
sad.
"Daniel's awake," Jack spoke softly, trying to
meet Carter's eyes.
Immediately Sam jumped up out of her seat and started to
hurry back to Daniel. As she passed Jack
he reached out and grabbed her good arm, bringing her to an abrupt halt. She tried to break free from his grasp, but
Jack just held her tighter.
"I think he needs to be alone right now. He remembered what happened and said he
wanted to be alone." Jack stared
right into Carter's sad blue eyes, watching them fill with tears. "He's upset right now about what happened
to me and you."
"That's why I have to go, Sir. I have to let him know it wasn't his fault,
that I don't hold him responsible," Sam pleaded to be let go.
"He's not going to believe you," Jack informed
her gently.
"I know. But
it's something he needs to constantly hear until he does believe it," Sam
argued.
Jack let her go, knowing she was right, but uneasy about
his decision. He was afraid that Daniel
would push Carter away right now, and in the state Carter was in she would let
him, and then neither of them would get through this. He watched her go, sighed, and then took her
seat next to Teal'c.
"Major Carter is stronger than you think,"
Teal'c said, proving again how incredibly insightful of human emotions the
Jaffa was.
Jack snorted and smiled at his friend. "I know.
I just worry about the kids, ya know?"
"I have noticed that the actions of Major Carter and
DanielJackson often force you to become frustrated or irrational," Teal'c
observed.
"The phrase is 'they drive me crazy', Teal'c."
Teal'c inclined his head toward Jack, letting him know he
understood the phrase, then offered to allow Jack a turn at the controls. "I will stay here with you in case you
require assistance."
"I want to thank you for your vote of confidence in
my piloting ability," Jack said wryly, taking control of the cargo ship.
"I have often overheard General Hammond referring to
you quietly as a 'hotshot'. Once
DanielJackson explained this term to me I could understand why General Hammond
called you so. I must agree with his
assessment, and therefore I would be negligent in my duties as protector of
SG-1 if I did not monitor you as you piloted this cargo ship," Teal'c
explained.
Jack laughed loudly, the first time anyone did so since
he and Daniel were rescued.
"Teal'c, you're becoming more and more human every day."
*
Sam sat down next to Daniel, frowning as she took in his
position. Daniel was curled up into a
ball facing the wall, shaking slightly.
She reached out and began to rub his back. Instantly, Daniel tensed up underneath her
hand, his shaking stopping, but he did not move away. Taking this as a good sigh, Sam continued to
rub small circles up and down Daniel's back, not saying a word, just letting
him know she was there. It wasn't long
before Sam realized Daniel was crying silently, crying over what she didn't
know for sure, but she could guess. This
whole experience would be overly traumatic for him, and Sam knew that he would
hate himself for what he had done to her, even though it wasn't really he who
had tortured her. Daniel would still
hold himself responsible because that was who Daniel was. And Sam loved him for it.
Sam had no idea how long she sat there rubbing Daniel's
back as he cried, but she knew it was quite a while. She kept waiting, hoping Daniel would say
something, and finally he did. He was
still facing the wall, curled up away from her, and his words were so quiet and
muffled that she barely heard them.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" Sam asked, just as quietly.
Daniel rolled over and faced her. She saw his beautiful blue eyes bloodshot and
filled with tears. His cheeks were
streaked with wet stains, his entire face pale.
He looks horrible, Sam thought.
He's really going to beat himself up over this. I just hope I can help him. She took her hand and brushed his sweaty hair
off of his face and gently slid her fingers across his cheek. Daniel leaned into her touch and closed his
eyes. A few tears leaked out of his
closed eyes and Sam brushed them away with her thumb. "Daniel, why are you sorry?" she
asked again.
"I tortured you," Daniel whispered, his eyes
still closed, reveling in Sam's touch.
How can she touch me like that after what I did to her? he asked
himself.
"It wasn't you, Daniel," Sam told him. "You are not responsible for what the
Goa'uld did."
"I could have fought him harder. I should have fought him harder," Daniel
insisted.
"Daniel, there was nothing you could have done. I know you.
You did fight, and if you could have done anything else, you would
have."
Daniel sat up and drew his knees up to his chest and
rested his head on them. His shoulders,
then his whole body began to shake as he sobbed against his knees. "How can you stand to look at me, be
around me, after what I did?"
Sam wrapped her good arm around him and drew him to her,
glad to see he fell against her willingly, crying onto her shoulder. "Because, Daniel, it wasn't you. It wasn't you here," she said, tapping
his head once with her index finger.
"And it certainly wasn't you here," she continued, tapping his
chest right where his heart was located.
"I'm forever going to have memories of you being
tortured," Daniel admitted to her through his tears. "I don't know if I can live with those
memories."
"But we will.
And we'll make new memories," Sam assured him, taking his face in
her hands and kissing him lightly, gently, on the lips. "We'll get through this, Daniel. Just don't push me away as I try to help. You can come to me no matter what you
need. I'm not going to suddenly turn you
away because a Goa'uld stole your body and hurt me with it."
Daniel nodded, trying to believe her. He lay his head back on her shoulder and felt
Sam place her good arm around his shoulders.
"It's going to be very hard," Daniel sniffed, seeming to have
finished his crying.
"I know."
Sam rubbed his neck gently. They
sat together for a while, neither saying anything more, everything that needed
to be said at the time already been said.
Daniel began to yawn loudly and his eyes drifted shut. "Why don't you go to sleep,
Daniel?" Sam suggested. "I'll
stay here with you if you want."
Daniel left Sam's comforting embrace and lay back down in
the sleeping bag, watching through half opened eyes as Sam tucked him in. So, she must have been the one to tuck me in
before, he thought. Sam leaned down and
kissed his forehead. As she pulled back
Daniel stared into her blue eyes and he saw all of her love for him in those
eyes. And it frightened him. How can she love me after what happened? Isn't she afraid to be around me? Afraid the Goa'uld isn't gone? How can she even look at me after what
happened to her? God, I love her so
much, but I don't know if I can be with her.
I'll always see in my mind what happened to her and it will tear me
up. I can't be around her. She has to go away.
"I'll be fine, Sam.
You don't need to babysit me," Daniel heard himself say. "Go up front with Jack and Teal'c, or go
get some sleep."
Sam looked at him skeptically, her blue eyes telling him
she didn't fully believe him. "If
you're sure," she said, not sounding sure herself.
Daniel nodded.
"You look like you could use some rest yourself. You don't need to worry about me." This was killing Daniel inside, pushing her
away, but he had to do it. He couldn't
be around her, be reminded of how much he had hurt her, how he had nearly
killed her. You don't kill the ones you
love, and you certainly don't love the ones who try to kill you. I don't deserve her love. She'd be better off with someone else,
someone who won't hurt her.
"Okay, if you're sure. I think I'll be up front with the Colonel and
Teal'c. Oh, I put your spare pair of
glasses in the pack near your head, in case you need them later." Sam stood up and walked to the door of the
cargo hold. As she reached it, she
turned around to face him. "You
will call if you need anything?" she asked, her forehead drawn together in
worry.
Daniel nodded from his sleeping bag, not able to speak a
lie to her. Sam smiled sadly and wishing
him a good sleep, she left him alone.
*
When Daniel woke up again he had another visitor. It wasn't Jack, or Sam, or Teal'c. It was someone he didn't know. He was sitting near Daniel and just appeared
to be watching him as he slept. Feeling
much better, with the headache now almost completely gone, Daniel raised his
body up, propping himself up by his elbow and rummaged through the pack for his
glasses. Finding them, he perched them
on his nose, then stared at his visitor.
The man had long dark hair that hung in his eyes and a strong, muscular
body. Daniel had the vague impression
that he knew this person, but couldn't place him.
"How are you feeling, Doctor Jackson?" his
visitor asked.
"Better.
Um...who are you?" Daniel asked cautiously.
"I am Commander Charek of the Krimm. I offered to help Major Carter rescue you
when she came back to Krimm looking for help," the man said.
Daniel stared at Charek, confused. "Krimm?
Why would Sam go back there after they tried to kill her?" He pulled himself up into a sitting position,
never taking his eyes off the Krimm.
"This doesn't make sense."
"I understand you must be very confused. I will answer anything you wish to ask,"
Charek offered. "It is the least I
can do for Major Carter."
"The least you can do for Sam?" Daniel asked.
"She saved my life, all of our lives, on that
ship. And she forgave me for trying to
kill her. For that I am very
grateful," Charek explained.
"Wha-what?
You're the one who tried to kill her?"
Charek nodded.
"Yes. But we have moved past
that now."
"Maybe you have," Daniel said under his breath,
but just loud enough for Charek to hear it.
Charek got the message: just
because Sam has forgiven you doesn't mean that I have. Or will.
"I have come to respect Major Carter as a soldier
and as a person. She certainly knows how
to be a leader. She convinced my
superiors to help create a disease that would kill the Goa'uld but leave the
host unharmed. And this plan she put
together to go and rescue you..." Charek trailed off. "I only hope that one day I could be
half the soldier she is. Or half as good
a person."
"Sam is rather amazing, isn't she," Daniel
said, lost in thoughts of her. Shaking
his head, trying to rid himself of dangerous thoughts of Sam, he turned his
attention back to the Krimm. "How
did she convince you to help?"
"Me personally?
I volunteered to come with her and Teal'c. As for getting us to create that biological
weapon, well, she blackmailed us," Charek admitted sheepishly.
"Blackmailed you?
That doesn't sound like Sam," Daniel said.
"With your life at stake I think Sam would do
anything," Charek told him softly.
"She even brokered a deal with Lord Yu to get help."
Daniel closed his eyes and sighed. What Sam must have gone through to get him
back, and he couldn't be near her. He
would only hurt her. He was hurting her
now by pushing her away after all she had done to rescue him. But any hurt he caused now would be much less
than what he could cause her if he stayed with her. She'll be much better off without me in her
life, Daniel thought for the second time.
I should leave the SGC.
"How'd she get injured?" Daniel managed to
croak out, upset from his thoughts.
"Staff weapon.
It looks worse than it actually is," Charek replied, suddenly
sensing Daniel withdrawing and becoming fearful. "That woman would walk through fire for
you."
Daniel heard the comment but chose not to respond to
it. The less he thought about Sam the
better. Instead, he chose to talk about
less emotional matters. "Is there
anything to eat on this ship?"
Charek nodded.
"You stay put. I have orders
from the high queen Sam that you are not to move around until a doctor looks at
you, and she doesn't count. There's a
supply of those Earth MREs. Sam says you
like something called macaroni and cheese, and I think she hid all of them so
Colonel O'Neill wouldn't get at them and leave you without any. I'll be right back."
Sam, Daniel's heart ached.
*
Three days later, and after dropping the Krimm off and
pushing the hyperdrive engines to 120%, Teal'c landed the cargo ship on the
runway at Peterson's Air Force Base, near Cheyenne Mountain. A medical team, complete with Doctor Janet
Frasier, was waiting for them. Jack and
Daniel were the first ones off the ship, Daniel leaning heavily on his
friend. They hobbled over to the
stretcher, where Daniel lay down and was quickly wheeled away to the depths of
Cheyenne Mountain and the Infirmary. Jack
stayed and waited with General Hammond for the rest of his team. In talking with both Carter and Teal'c he
knew the two of them faced disciplinary action, and quite possibly, in Carter's
case, a court martial, for going AWOL like they did for a whole month. Just to rescue him and Daniel. Jack knew he had to do everything in his
power to make sure Carter and Teal'c weren't punished too harshly.
Sam was next off the ship, followed closely by
Teal'c. Both stopped and looked at
O'Neill standing with General Hammond, who did not look even the least bit
pleased. Taking a deep breath
simultaneously, Sam and Teal'c started forward, making their way to their
superiors.
Jack saw the nervous expression on Carter's face, and
even the slightly hesitant way Teal'c was walking. They were both scared of what Hammond would
say or do to them. Leaning in to the
General Jack said quietly, "Go easy on them, please, General. They were only doing what I taught hem."
"And what was that?" Hammond asked. Jack was surprised that there was no anger in
Hammond's voice, just relief at getting his number one team back.
"Never leave anyone behind, Sir."
By that time Sam and Teal'c had reached their two
superiors, both standing at attention, but neither making eye contact. The muscles in Teal'c's jaw moved, a sure
sign he was nervous. Sam was discreetly
chewing her bottom lip and shaking slightly.
"You two..." Hammond started. Then he surprised them all and reached out
and hugged both of them at once.
"I'm so glad you both are okay, and that you were successful in
your mission."
"Uh, thank you, General?" Sam asked, confusion
all over her face. "Uh, General, I
need to breathe..."
General Hammond released Major Carter and Teal'c from his
strong hold rather reluctantly. He knew
he wasn't supposed to play favorites with the people under his command, but he
couldn't help feeling a special fondness for SG-1, and Major Carter in
particular. He liked to think of her as
a daughter. If he had lost her he was
sure he would have been as upset as Jacob.
"Now for the stern talking to Major, next time I
expect you to contact me and apprise me of your plan prior to you actually
going through with it. Understand?"
he said mock-angrily, shaking his finger at her for show.
Smiling, Sam replied, "Yes, Sir."
"Now, head on down to the Infirmary, Major, and get
that head and shoulder checked out."
"Yes Sir."
Sam left, followed closely by Teal'c, who bowed his head in gratitude.
"Sir, if I may ask," Jack asked, bursting to
ask his question. Hammond nodded,
knowing what was coming. "Why didn't
you bust them for their actions?"
"Because, Colonel, Teal'c technically can't
be...busted."
"And Carter?"
Hammond smiled.
"I got Carter in the worst way possible." He turned to Jack and said slowly so that
there would be no mistaking what he said.
"I told her father about her feelings for Doctor Jackson."
*
Down in the Infirmary Sam got a quick glimpse of Daniel
before she was ushered behind a curtain by Janet and ordered to take her shirt
off. Sam tried to comply and got the
shirt off her right side, but couldn't move her left arm quite right in order
to fully take the shirt off. Janet came
around and helped her friend. She then
removed Sam's bandages on her shoulder and inspected the wound.
"You know, you should have had this looked at right
away," Janet admonished.
"I sort of had other things on my mind at the
time," Sam replied wryly.
"Like trying to dodge Jaffa patrols and stay alive."
"That's no excuse," Janet teased.
"Well, next time I'll stop and ask to borrow a
Goa'uld healing device," Sam threw back.
Laughing, Janet applied antiseptic ointment and fresh
bandages to Sam's shoulder, and then did the same to her head. Once Sam was all patched up, she turned to
face her friend and asked, "How's Daniel?"
"Why don't you go ask him yourself?" Janet
replied.
Sam took a deep breath and told Janet what had happened
on the cargo ship. "He's been
avoiding me. When I walked into the
cargo hold, he'd leave. He won't look me
in the eye. He doesn't talk to me unless
I ask him something, and even then it's only a one word answer. Why's he doing this, Janet?" Sam started to cry and Janet sat down next to
her friend and put an arm around her.
"We talked when he first woke up and I thought he believed me when
I told him it wasn't his fault, that I didn't blame him, that he shouldn't
blame himself..." Sam sobbed.
"What wasn't his fault? What don't you blame him for?" Janet
asked gently, trying to get to the bottom of what was upsetting her friend.
But Sam couldn't answer Janet because she was crying to
hard. She just pulled away and curled up
on the exam bed, sobbing loudly. Janet
reached out and brushed her hand across Sam's forehead. It was hot and clammy. Concerned that there was more going on than
Janet could see, she quickly left her friend, making sure to slide the curtain
back into place for privacy. She marched
over to her supply cabinet and began to gather together anything she would need
to collect blood.
Jack walked into the Infirmary with Teal'c and looked
around for Carter and Daniel. He saw
neither, but did see Janet hurriedly pulling out needles and blood tubes. He maneuvered his way around doctors and
nurses to get to her, Teal'c on his heels.
Janet whirled around, ready to hurry back to Sam when she
nearly ran in to Colonel O'Neill.
"Colonel!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry, I didn't see you."
She moved around him and started to make her way back to her
friend-now-patient.
"Hey Doc, where's the rest of my team?" he
asked.
Janet turned, hoping she could quickly answer his
question and then get back to her patient.
"Daniel's getting a CAT scan to make sure the Goa'uld is completely
gone. And Sam is resting privately. I'm just about to do my routine post-mission
blood checkup on her. Then it's your
turn."
She had expected him to turn tail and run at the thought
of being poked with needles, but he didn't.
"If it's routine, why are you running?" he asked, suddenly
very concerned. "Is there something
wrong with Carter?"
Janet sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get out of this
one. "I think Sam has an infection
from her shoulder wound. I'm going to
draw bloods and see what's what."
Jack's face fell and he fiddled with his hands. "You'll let me know if there's really
something wrong, right?"
"Yes, Colonel."
With that, Janet turned on her heel and practically flew to Sam.
*
Two hours later found Janet looking under a microscope,
examining the biological contagion that the Krimm had provided for Sam and
Teal'c and that had saved Daniel's life.
She was deep in thought and her examination and didn't even know she had
company until she heard a loud, fake cough at her side. Looking up she saw Colonel O'Neill (where the
cough came from), Teal'c, and General Hammond.
"Doctor, how are Major Carter and Doctor
Jackson?" General Hammond asked.
"I haven't received a report yet."
"Sorry, General, but this disease from the Krimm is
so interesting, I guess I got caught up in it and lost track of time,"
Janet apologized. "Daniel is going
to be fine. The Goa'uld is completely
gone. The worst thing he has is a
headache. I want to keep him here for a
few more hours, just to make sure nothing else shows up. As for Sam, she's developed a mild infection
from her shoulder injury..." She
saw panic in their faces and quickly went on to alleviate their fears. "She's going to be fine. I have her on antibiotics, and the fever is
already down, and the infection should be cleared up in a couple of days."
"Can we see them, Doc?" Jack asked hopefully.
"Yeah, if they're awake. Daniel's over there," she said, pointing
to her left, "and Sam's over there," she pointed to her right.
"Why didn't you put them together?" Jack asked.
"Uh, Daniel asked me not to," Janet quickly
answered, avoiding making eye contact.
"Why?" Jack demanded.
Janet shrugged.
"I'm not sure, but I think it has something to do with his
experience as a host. I think he's
afraid to get close to Sam because he thinks he'll hurt her again."
"Oh for crying out loud!" Jack cried out. "That man suffers from more
self-inflicted angst than one of those characters on Cassie's favorite teen
drama shows. Lemme at him."
Teal'c put a restraining hand on Jack's shoulder. "Perhaps it would be best if I spoke to
DanielJackson. I will not be so
emotional in a conversation and, as I was with Major Carter while the two of
you were prisoners, I have witnessed what she went through and would proved a
better perspective on the matter."
"You're probably right, Teal'c. He wasn't real receptive to me all the times
I tried to talk to him about it. I'll go
check on Carter."
As the two members of SG-1 separated and went in opposite
directions to carryout their missions, General Hammond turned to Doctor Frasier
with worry in his eyes. "Doctor, do
you have the full story, because I don't."
Janet shook her head.
"I just have bits a pieces from Sam's perspective as well as
Daniel's. Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill
were examined by other doctors, since I was busy with the other two. I haven't had a chance to weasel any
information out of them yet."
"All I know is that Doctor Jackson was made a host
to a Goa'uld and the Goa'uld tortured both Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter and
that the Krimm provided a drug to kill the Goa'uld but leave the host
unharmed," General Hammond shared.
"Neither O'Neill or Teal'c offered much when I questioned
them. I have ordered them to put it all
into a written report, in case they are uncomfortable talking about it face to
face. They did say that neither of them
saw any sign of Anubis being on board. I
gather that it was a rather difficult situation for all of SG-1."
Janet, remembering Sam's teary outburst and sobbing,
nodded. "I agree, General. I guess we just wait and see, and help them
if we can. Daniel did mention that
Anubis wasn't actually on the ship, that they were headed to meet him when Sam
and Teal'c came and rescued them."
*
After Teal'c parted from O'Neill, Doctor Frasier, and
General Hammond, he slowly walked across the room and pulled the curtain from
around DanielJackson's bed, closing it behind him. He stood at the end of the bed, staring at
DanielJackson as Daniel stared right back.
Neither spoke for close to five minutes, just staring eye to eye,
waiting for the other to break. Finally,
Daniel did.
Looking away, Daniel asked the Jaffa, "How are you
and the others doing? No one else was a
Goa'uld and hurt their friends, right?"
"I suggested to Doctor Frasier that she examine
Major Carter for the presence of a Goa'uld since she was not acting like
herself during the period of time we were attempting to rescue you and
O'Neill," Teal'c deadpanned.
"Wha-what?"
Daniel's head shot up, eyes widened in fear. "Sam's a Goa'uld?"
"No. Nor did
I make that suggestion or even consider the possibility," Teal'c informed
him.
"Then why say something like that to me?"
Daniel demanded, now becoming angry.
"I knew you would react to that statement, and then
we could begin a conversation," Teal'c said. "I wish to discuss Major Carter and did
not know of any other way to begin."
Daniel sighed and then motioned to the chair next to his
bed. "Have a seat, Teal'c," he
offered, knowing he wasn't going to get out for this conversation. But the Jaffa did not take the seat, instead
choosing to stand as stoic as ever at the end of the bed. "What about Sam did you want to talk
about?"
"I am confused as to Major Carter's actions while
you were held prisoner," Teal'c started.
He wasn't really confused, but decided in order for Daniel to see what
he was doing to himself and Major Carter, Daniel had to realize it on his own
and not be forced into it. If a few
small untruths would accomplish that, then Teal'c was willing to overlook the
moral aspects of lying.
"What actions?" Daniel asked, now a little
curious. No one had told him exactly
what Sam and Teal'c had done to get him and Jack back; he only knew some of it
from Charek. But Teal'c had been with
Sam the whole time, up until they were captured as well, and then again as they
escaped and gone after him. Teal'c would
know best what Sam had done.
"She often acted in what appeared to be an
irrational manner," Teal'c started to explain.
"Sam isn't usually irrational," Daniel stated
quietly.
"I did no say she was irrational, only that she
appeared to be. When I reflected on her
words and actions I discovered she was not irrational at all, but extremely
clever."
"Give me an example," Daniel said, now very
interested. He was sitting up in bed,
staring intently at Teal'c, hanging onto his every word. Teal'c smiled inwardly and continued.
"We first went to the Tok'ra for help. JacobCarter was the one to inform us of your
capture. While on Vorash, Major Carter
came to the conclusion that the Tok'ra were not going to help us. I believe her exact words were 'Screw the
Tok'ra' when we discovered this. Then we
left," Teal'c said.
"She actually said 'Screw the Tok'ra'?" When Teal'c nodded Daniel chuckled
softly. "That sounds more like Jack
than Sam."
"Indeed," Teal'c agreed. "From Vorash Major Carter dialed
P9X-771. She...persuaded the Krimm to
help us."
"Charek told me on the cargo ship that she
blackmailed them," Daniel informed Teal'c.
"But he didn't say how."
"Indeed, she did.
She informed the Krimm that if they did not do as she said she would
alert other planets to the truth that the Krimm were responsible for the
creation of the Goa'uld." Teal'c
raised an eyebrow. "She was quite
persuasive. She also persuaded Lord Yu
to come to our aid and fight against Anubis, as well as created a treaty with
Lord Yu that will give Earth a protected status again, and not allow the
Goa'uld to take control."
"She seems to have done well," Daniel said
slowly, not really sure where Teal'c was going with this conversation.
"Yes. And it
was all caused by her desire to rescue you.
Saving you was most important to her.
I do not believe she lived one of those days without thinking about
you. You were all she talked about to
anyone who would listen. Her greatest
fear was that we...that she...would not rescue you in time."
Daniel realized what Teal'c was trying to do, and it was
working. He was feeling mighty guilty
over the way he had treated Sam. She had
one all of this, pushed herself to the limit, and entered dangerous territory
with the Krimm and Lord Yu, all to get him back. He was about to say something, to tell Teal'c
he got the point, when Teal'c continued.
"She formed the rescue plan with great risk to
herself. In the original plan she was
going to offer herself in exchange for you.
She knew you were a host to a Goa'uld; Lord Yu had informed her as
such. We allowed ourselves to be
captured. She was going to offer her
body for yours."
This latest statement from Teal'c, delivered in such a
soft, gentle monotone, caused Daniel to cry when he fully understood what Sam
had gone through, what she was willing to go through for him. All for him.
He felt like such a jerk for the way he had treated her. Daniel was more afraid that Sam would hate
him now after the way eh had acted, than for what the Goa'uld in him had done
to her. "She must hate me," he
whispered, crying hard, tears running down his face and leaving wet stains on
the bed sheets.
"She does not," Teal'c reassured him. "She missed you while you were gone and
informed me that she loves you."
Daniel nodded, frantically throwing the sheets off of
him, yanking out his IV, and shoving his glasses onto his face all at
once. "I have to go to her an
apologize."
Teal'c watched as his friend raced out of his closed off
cubicle and through the Infirmary to where Major Carter was being kept. Slowly, a smile spread its way across the
Jaffa's face. It had been a very
successful mission.
*
Jack pulled the curtain surrounding Carter's bed partly
away, stepped in her private area, then replaced the curtain. He sat down next to her, reached out and
squeezed her hand. He took in her appearance,
noticing the tear stains and the red eyes.
She had been crying very recently, most likely over Daniel. Once Jack saw Carter he decided he was very
glad Teal'c had gone to speak to Daniel, otherwise Jack might have beaten up
the archeologist for making Carter this upset.
They sat silently for a long time, Jack still holding her hand, letting
Carter know he was there for her for whatever she needed.
"How are you and Teal'c?" Sam broke the
silence.
"We're fine.
Barely any scratches. Unlike
you," he replied, indicating the IV hooked up to her hand. "The Doc says that you'll be
infection-free in a few days and fit for a hockey night at my house. And a barbeque. I decided on Aphrodite's ship that I was
going to have a barbeque as soon as I got back home. Do you like hamburgers or hotdogs
better?"
Sam smiled at the Colonel's optimistic attitude. "Cheeseburgers," she replied. Turning away from her superior she asked,
"How's Daniel?"
"Thinking he's an idiot?" another voice
said. Both Jack and Sam turned and saw
Daniel peeking in around the curtain. He
looked nervous, very very nervous. His
glasses were slipping down his nose and he was biting his lower lip. "Can I, uh come in?"
Sam nodded, nervous herself. "Okay," she said softly.
Jack stood up, taking his cue to leave. "Well, I'll just leave you alone to talk
and, um, other things," he said, winking at both Carter and Daniel before
making his exit.
Daniel began to fidget, staring at the floor, picking his
cuticles, and sweeping one foot around on the ground. "I, uh, I'm sorry, Sam. For what I was doing. I-I was an idiot. Please don't hate me," Daniel stammered
out. "I was scared. Scared that, ah, I would hurt...hurt you
again. Scared that you would hate
me. You deserve better than me after
what I did."
"Daniel," Sam interrupted gently. He looked up and saw her offering her
hand. He reached out and took it,
clasping it tightly like he was afraid it would slip away if he didn't hold
on. Sam gave a little tug and pulled him
down onto the bed with her. "Why do
you think I deserve better than you?"
"Because I tortured you," he stated
simply. "And because I'm going to
be haunted by what the Goa'uld did. You
don't need that constant reminder."
"You didn't torture me, the Goa'uld did." She dropped Daniel's hand and touched his
face instead, cupping his chin and lifting his eyes up to hers. "You only hurt me when you push me away,
Daniel."
"That's the last thin I want to do," Daniel
stated with certainty. "Because I
love you."
Though she was surprised at his blatant admission, Sam didn't
let is show. "Why didn't you every
say anything before?"
"I was afraid that you didn't feel the same
way. I mean, you're beautiful and smart
and sexy, and you could have any guy you wanted, so why would you want a clumsy
geek like me? I also thought you had
feelings for Jack. But Jack told me you
love me. Even Teal'c told me you love
me," Daniel said quickly, trying to get it all out in the open before he
lost his nerve. There was hope in his
bright blue eyes, hope that Sam would tell him that she felt the same way, that
she always had and always will, clumsy geek and all.
"I do love you," Sam told him face to face,
smiling at him. "And as for the
geek...you are not a geek, Daniel. And
remember what I do to people who call you a geek, like that night at O'Malley's
when we were wearing the super arm bands?"
Daniel looked down, blushing. He had been so embarrassed when that guy had
called him a geek in front of Sam.
"But I am a clumsy geek," he said softly.
"Well then I guess I'm attracted to clumsy
geeks," Sam stated, no hesitation or question in what she said.
"I guess so."
Neither said anything for a few moments, fully letting the conversation
sink in. They had each just admitted
that they loved each other. "Sam,
I'm not sure, after what just happened, if I'm ready to jump into a
relationship..." Daniel started nervously, afraid she would get angry and
see this as pushing her away.
"Daniel, I understand. I wasn't expecting us to come home and
suddenly move in together. I'll be happy
right now with you as my best friend again, and then just see what
happens. Can I have that? Can I have my best friend back?" Sam
asked hopefully.
Daniel looked up and smiled brightly at Sam. "Yeah.
I missed my best friend, too."
He reached out and pulled her into a hug, being careful not to jostle
her IV and injured shoulder.
*
Sam yawned and stretched, then rubbed her shoulders,
hoping to ease the cramps that had developed from sitting for hours in front of
her computer working on an update to the dialing program. This update should not have taken her hours,
but her mind kept wandering from the task at hand. Her thoughts were more on Daniel and their upcoming
mission scheduled for tomorrow. Sam
wasn't sure Daniel, or herself for that matter, was ready for a mission. They'd only been back on Earth one week. One week wasn't nearly long enough to deal
with all the crap, as Colonel O'Neill would say.
Ever since that day in the Infirmary where Daniel had
finally stopped pushing her away and they had admitted their love for each
other, neither had spoken about what had happened on the Goa'uld ship. Sam had not told Daniel exactly how worried
she had been and what she had done or been willing to do to make sure he was
safe. I never told him I was going to
offer to switch places with him. I
should, but I'm not sure he can handle that, especially if he won't talk to me
about it yet. Which was true. Daniel hadn't said anything to her about his
feelings about what the Goa'uld had done to her, or what had been going through
his mind at the time. Sam knew they need
to talk about this, but was afraid to force the issue, afraid Daniel would get
scared and start pushing her away.
Dealing with Daniel after a traumatic situation was much different than
dealing with her. Sam knew, with her,
you and to force the issue until she blew.
Not so with Daniel. You never
push him, but rather let him come to you when he's ready. If you push him he pulls away, and it takes
that much longer to get past what happened.
Lost in thought, Sam didn't hear the person come into her
lab and slowly walk up behind her. She
had no idea he was there until hand pushed hers away and began to massage her
neck and shoulders. She didn't jump at
the touch; it was a familiar touch.
Daniel's touch. His hands had
rubbed her shoulders many times in the past.
"Hey, you're tense," he said gently.
"Mmmhmm. I've
been at the computer all after noon working on the dialing program," Sam
explained, closing her eyes and concentrating on what Daniel's hand were doing
to her.
"Well, it's time for you to take a break. Care to join me for dinner?" he asked,
pushing herd and working on a particularly tough cramp.
"Not really.
I hear the commissary is serving meat loaf today. Bleh."
"I didn't mean the commissary. I thought we'd leave and go get something to
eat, just you and me. I, uh, I really
need to talk to you," Daniel suggested quickly, hoping she'd say yes. Something was eating away at him and he
really needed to tell Sam about it and didn't want to do it with other people
around. Especially people he knew. He might cry.
"I really don't feel like getting dressed up and
going out," Sam said, spinning around in her chair to face Daniel. She watched his face fall in disappointment,
so she decided to give a little, knowing this might be her only chance to talk
to Daniel about what was really on both their minds. "How about we go to my house and pick up
Chinese on the way?"
Daniel smiled brightly, his blue eyes sparkling behind
those glasses. "Sounds like a
plan. Are you ready to leave now, or do
you need some more time with the dialing program?"
Sam reached behind her and shut off the computer. "Nah, let's go now. I'm tired of working on this thing. I'm not getting anywhere, anyway. Too much on my mind, but nothing Chinese and
my best friend can't cure."
Standing up, she motioned Daniel to lead the way, closing and locking
her office door behind them. "Do
you want to take separate cars?"
"I don't mind driving, and then picking you up
tomorrow if you want to leave your can here," Daniel said. He hoped she'd agree to the offer; he wanted
to spend as much time with Sam as he could.
San yawned again, but this time for show, letting Daniel
thing she really was tired. "Sounds
good to me. I think I'm a little too
tired to drive anyway."
*
Later, with opened containers of chow mein, sweet and
sour chicken, and pork fried rice,
Sam and Daniel sat around Sam's coffee table in the
living room, the history channel droning on in the background to some program
about the ancient Mayans. Neither was
paying any attention to the TV; they were too busy talking to each other. Somehow they had gotten on the subject of
their childhoods, both finding that there were many similarities between the
two of them, despite Daniel being an orphan and Sam having a brother.
"So then I told him that if he continued to pick on
me I'd let off a stink bomb in his bedroom," Sam was saying, giving Daniel
a clear picture of what it was like to have an older brother.
"You could make one at nine?" Daniel asked
incredulously.
"Sure. How
many languages could you speak or read at nine, huh?" Sam countered.
"Ten," Daniel replied, seeing Sam's point. "Okay, so it's my turn to dazzle you
with my genius, huh? Let me think...In
high school, tenth grade I think, they made us read the Iliad in English
class. One day my teacher caught me early
in class, reading. So he came over to me
to make sure I was reading the Iliad.
And I was. Only it was in the
original Greek. Instead of being
impressed that I could read and understand ancient Greek my teacher got angry
and thought I was showing him up, so he made me teach the class that day. I pointed out things many scholars didn't
even realize were there, since they couldn't read ancient Greek as well as I
could. It was so humiliating, but at the
same time I loved it, passing on my knowledge."
Sam sucked in some noodles from her chow mein and smiled
at her best friend. He really was just a
geek, but Sam loved him anyway.
"This was a good idea."
"What was?"
"This," Sam said, sweeping her arm around,
indicating the Chinese food, her house, and the two of them. "We haven't done this in a while. I miss it."
Daniel put down his chopsticks and looked at the
table. "I have a confession to
make, Sam. I had an ulterior motive when
I suggested dinner off base tonight."
"I figured as much.
I was just waiting for you to bring up the subject. You can tell me, Daniel. I'm not going to run away," Sam
encouraged.
"I, um, I keep having nightmares. About what I...what the Goa'uld did to
you. And-and Jack. But mostly you," Daniel stammered.
Sam got up and came around the coffee table to sit next
to Daniel, placing a hand on his arm.
"Why haven't you told me before?" she asked gently.
"I didn't want to hurt you with it, make things more
difficult for you," Daniel explained.
He reached up and took her hand off his arm and held it tightly in
his. "I didn't want to make you go
through the pain again."
"Daniel, the point is to go through the pain
together," Sam reminded him.
"I know. I
just hate putting you through this.
Again." Daniel turned to
face Sam, still holding her hand. He
took his other hand and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. "Have you hand nightmares?"
Sam was annoyed with him for turning the discussion to
her, but she decided to allow it for now.
If she didn't push maybe he'd return to the real subject at hand. "I had a few at first, but nothing since
we returned to Earth." Grabbing is
other hand she stared at him hard, dark blue eyes meeting light blue. "Daniel, I want you to listen to me. No matter what you tell me now I am not going
to run away and leave you to deal with this alone. I am not going to turn my back on you. I know you are strong, that you did
everything you could to fight that Goa'uld inside you."
"But I didn't," Daniel protested.
"What?"
"I'm not as strong as you think. I didn't do everything," Daniel said
emphatically.
"What are you talking about Daniel?" Sam asked,
now confused.
Daniel dropped her hands and stood up, backing away from
her and pacing back and forth on the other side of the coffee table. "I didn't fight hard enough. I didn't fight at all in the end. I gave up," he murmured as he
paced. Sam heard him and jumped up,
coming to stand in his path, forcing him to stop and face her. "I couldn't take your screaming. You screamed in such pain. I couldn't take it, couldn't take that I was
causing you such pain. I made a
deal," Daniel admitted. "I
told the Goa'uld that I would stop fighting him if he let you go. I stopped fighting. I let you down." By the end of his admission Daniel was crying
openly, just standing in front of Sam, clenching and unclenching his fists
spasmodically.
Sam moved in and pulled Daniel into a tight embrace. "That's nothing to be ashamed about,
Daniel," Sam whispered into his ear.
"I'm proud of you for holding out as long as you did. And as for why you gave up...Daniel, you were
doing it to save me. That's some
sacrifice, not an excuse to beat yourself up."
Clinging to Sam Daniel whispered back. "Teal'c told me you were going to offer
yourself to the Goa'uld in exchange for me, and I never thanked you for being
willing to make that sacrifice."
"So now we're even," Sam stated, "and can
move on."
Daniel pulled away from Sam, but kept hold of her
hands. "Thanks, Sam." He let go with his right hand and wiped the
tears form his face. "I'm sorry for
turning into a blubbering idiot all over you."
"Don't worry about it," Sam said. "I've certainly done it enough to
you. Now, what do you say we finish our
dinner and watch some of that Mayan special on TV?" They took seats on the floor at the coffee
table again, but this time both on the same side, leaning up against the couch,
and each other, as they watched the TV, Daniel occasionally explaining things
to Sam.
A few hours later, one Marx brothers movie down, and four
beers each, Sam realized there was no way Daniel was going to drive himself
home. Even had he only had one beer Sam
wouldn't have let him get behind the wheel; he was such a lightweight when it
came to drinking.
"See, this is why I prefer to drink with you than
Jack. Jack only lets me have one,"
Daniel informed her. "You let me
have as many as I want."
"As long as you don't puke on my white couch,"
Sam said wryly from the other end of said couch.
Halfway through the next movie and two more beers later,
Daniel and Sam lay cuddled up on the couch, fast asleep. Daniel was on his back, his head propped up
by a pillow, and Sam lay on top of him, sandwiched between his body and the
back of the couch, her head resting on his chest. Daniel's arms were wrapped around her body,
and one of hers draped across his chest and down his side. That was how the morning sun found them the
next day. Daniel was the first one awake
and he just stared down at Sam, gently brushing his hand through her hair. Slowly she began to stir, trying to burrow
deeper into him before she realized were she was. Lifting her head she looked up at Daniel and
smiled her million wattage smile that Daniel loved to see. Before he thought it through, Daniel put his
hand behind her neck and drew her to him, kissing her deeply, and to his
delight, Sam kissed him back just as passionately, twining her fingers through
his short hair.
*
After Sam and Daniel each showered separately and
quickly, and a quick stop at Daniel's house for a change of clothes, they were
pulling into Cheyenne Mountain ten minutes late. Neither cared; they had just shared the most
amazing kiss, the most amazing morning, and had the best sleep either of them
had in a long time. And Daniel hadn't
had a single nightmare. It was great,
waking up with Sam in my arms, Daniel thought to himself as Sam parked his car,
he being a little too hung over to fell well enough to drive. I felt very safe and very much loved. I hope that I can wake up cuddled up with Sam
more often. And that kiss! She kissed me back!
They hurried down to the locker room to change into their
uniforms for their mission, which they were scheduled to leave on in
approximately fifteen minutes. They were
late, and Colonel O'Neill and General Hammond weren't likely to appreciate
that. Rushing, they pulled on their
clothes, raced to the weapons locker to get their gear and weapons, and charged
into the Gateroom, huffing and puffing, just in time.
"Nice of you to join us, you two," Jack
commented. "You should have called
us. Teal'c was getting worried."
In response, Teal'c just raised his eyebrow and gave Jack
a puzzled look.
"Sorry Sir.
We overslept," Sam uttered an apology.
"Just don't let it happen again," Jack teased,
filing the 'we overslept' away in his brain to use for further teasing on this
mission. According to the briefing
yesterday this world was going to be a boring one, and he figured he'd need all
the entertainment he could get. Though,
he thought to himself, the last world we went to was supposed to be boring,
too, and look what happened.
*
Beautiful. It was
the only way to describe the new world SG-1 stepped on to. Beautiful, Daniel thought. The temperature was a comfortable 75 degrees,
the sun was shining brightly, a slight breeze blowing, rustling the grass and
trees. Wildflowers grew in abundance in
the field. Absolutely beautiful. SG-1 stood and stared, peace washing over
them. And then Daniel sneezed loudly,
killing the tranquil moment.
"Oh no," Daniel said through a stuffy nose and
around a tissue. "I forgot to take
my allergy medicine."
Sam reached into her pack and pulled out a pill bottle,
handing it to him without a word.
Daniel took it and said, "Thanks." He snapped open the bottle and swallowed two
pills with water from his canteen.
"How'd you remember my pills?"
Sam shrugged.
"I always bring extra for you, just in case we get stranded and
what you carry runs out."
"Always?"
Sam nodded. "Since
when?"
"I guess since the planet where we found the
Gatekeeper," Sam said thinking.
"The minute we came through the Stargate you started sneezing
because of the flowers. I figured that
someone better carry some anti-histamines for you, just in case."
"Really?
Thanks," Daniel said, touched by her thoughtfulness.
"Yeah, couldn't have you keeping us all up at night
with your sneezing if you forgot to take your medicine. Or giving away our position to the
enemy," Sam said, trying to brush if off as nothing, but failing, due to
her bright red blush.
"Awwwww.
That's so sweet," Jack teased, hearing the entire
conversation. At exactly the same time
Sam and Daniel turned around and gave Jack the exact same dirty look. "Oh that is so freaky," he
commented.
Sam and Daniel turned back around and continued to walk,
deciding to ignore any further comments from the peanut gallery, a.k.a. Colonel
Jack O'Neill. As SG-1 continued their
exploration of the planet, Jack commented about the trees, while Teal'c mentioned
that he observed more birds than usual.
Sam and Daniel, as usual, were off in their own little geekspeak
world. Jack picked up his pace and moved
closer to them to try to get an idea as to what they were talking about. Not that he figured he'd understand it,
anyway. Until he actually heard what
they were talking about.
"What, are you crazy? Groucho's the funniest. Those eyebrows are so cool!" Sam
exclaimed.
"But Harpo does all of that acting without saying a
word, just using funny actions and faces," Daniel countered.
The Marx brothers?
His two scientific geniuses were discussing the Marx brothers?! What had those two been doing last
night? Leaning in he added, "I like
Chico. He always messes up words."
Both Carter and Daniel jumped at the sound of his
voice. "Colonel! I didn't hear you come up behind us."
"Apparently not.
Now, what is this you tow are talking about? The Marx brothers? Where's your Discovery Channel
geekspeak?" Jack asked them, adjusting his baseball cap.
"We watched some Marx brothers last night, before we
fell asleep, Sir," Sam told him.
"Ah, so that's why you overslept?" Jack teased,
smiling, eyes twinkling.
Sam blushed and stared at the ground, nervously running
her fingers through her hair, but Daniel chose to ignore Jack. He'd gotten used to being teased by him and
had therefore learned to sometimes tune Jack out. Instead, Daniel said happily, "Sam let
me have six beers. She doesn't cut me
off."
"I also had to drive us this morning in his
car," Sam added wryly.
"Hey, you said you didn't mind," Daniel said
with mock hurt, nudging her with his hip.
And then it hit Jack.
Carter's nervousness. Daniel's
six beers. The oversleeping. The light flirting. "Are you two finally sleeping
together?" Jack asked without an hint of embarrassment.
"Jack!"
"Colonel!" they both exclaimed at the same time, blushing
furiously.
"Just asking.
Geez," Jack said, backing up and rejoining Teal'c.
"O'Neill, was that not inappropriate to ask
them?" Teal'c questioned.
"Yeah, maybe just a little," he said,
pretending to think on it very hard and holding his thumb and index finger
about one inch apart.
As they marched Sam and Daniel lost themselves in
anything from the Marx brothers to the newest theories on black holes, while
Jack tried to strike up a conversation with Teal'c about pop culture. Surprisingly, Teal'c was very knowledgeable
when it came to American pop culture.
Hew as downright chatty, for Teal'c that is, about heavy metal band of
the 1980's. Apparently he was quite the
aficionado for Bon Jovi and Motley Crue.
A few hours into their march they came upon a small
village nestled in a valley between two mountain chains, on the edge of a
forest, a clear lake on the outskirts.
The natives caught sight of SG-1 right away, those farming on the edge
of the village and groups of young children playing games, studying the
newcomers as they walked by. One or two
dropped what they were doing and ran down the dirt path to the center of town,
calling out for Dushella.
"Friend or foe?" Jack asked Daniel as he came
up to the archeologist's side.
"I don't know, but since no one has tried to shoot
us or club us, I'd say they might be friendly," Daniel responded, trying
to figure out how he was supposed to know if they were friendly or not after
only seeing the natives for thirty seconds.
Jack looked out at the lake. "There's gotta be some good fishin' in
that lake," he said dreamily.
"And me without my pole."
He turned to Daniel. "Do you
think you can ask them if I could borrow one?"
"Why don't you ask us yourself?" an unknown
voice said. They all turned from the
lake and faced about ten natives, both male and female. They all wore shirts and pants or skirts of
homespun cloth in earth tones, and soft leather sandals on their feet. They all seemed to show no fear and have
friendly expressions on their faces. The
one who had spoken was the woman in front.
She smiled at them.
"You speak English?" Daniel asked.
"English?" she questioned, trying out the word.
"English. It
is what we call this language," Daniel explained.
"Then yes, we speak English. It is our language," she replied.
"I am Daniel Jackson. This is Sam Carter, Jack O'Nell, and
Teal'c. We came through the
Stargate," Daniel introduced the team, as he usually did.
"Stargate?" the woman asked.
"The big stone ring with the pictures on it,"
Jack offered.
"Ah, the Tunnel.
And why are you here?"
"We're explorers.
We came to here to learn of your culture and environment," Daniel
said before Jack could make another bad comment.
"Then you are welcome. I am Dushella, the First Elder. Please, come with me. We were about to partake of our mid-day meal. Would you care to join us?" the woman
asked.
"That sounds great.
Lead the way," Jack said, gesturing with his arm.
Dushella led them past the farming and through the
village to the center of town. The small
houses were made of wood and thatch and were placed closer together as they
went from farms to town shops. Some of
the small buildings had wooden signs out front advertising what was inside,
such as meats, cloth, gardening equipment, etc.
Each building was only one storey, and they reminded Daniel of the old
settlement towns from the 1800's in the western United States. In the center of the town there was a giant
field with benches, tables, and tents set up with lot and lots of food. Cooked meats, potatoes, fruits, and
vegetables were scattered throughout. A
young man offered each a plate. Jack
grabbed his and began to pile it high with the different types of meat. Teal'c and Sam followed suit. Not feeling much like meat, Daniel went to
another table and chose some fruits and vegetables. Taking a bite from something that resembled a
peach, Daniel nearly died of the pleasant taste. It was the sweetest, most fulfilling fruit he
had ever tasted. Running over to Sam he
handed the fruit to her.
"Here, Sam, take a bite of this," he offered.
Sam took it from him and bit in, suddenly smiling as her
brain registered the taste from her tongue.
"God, this is amazing."
She handed the fruit back to him so he could take another bite, then
grabbed it back and took a second bite.
A group of young women gathered around them, pointing and giggling. Sam and Daniel stopped eating the nearly
finished fruit and looked at the giggling girls.
"What? Do I
have something in my teeth?" Daniel asked them.
"No. You two
shared the Kaylen fruit," one of the young women said, as if that was an
explanation.
"Kaylen fruit?
That is what you call this delicious fruit?"
The girl nodded and smiled. "This is big news."
By then a crowd had gathered around Sam and Daniel. Seeing that two members of his team were
being surrounded by the natives, Jack, with Teal'c right behind him, muscled
their way through the crowd to stand next to Daniel and Sam. "Okay, what did you two kids do this
time?" he asked, only half joking.
They'd only met the natives twenty minutes ago. How much trouble could they have gotten into?
Jack thought.
"We ate a piece of fruit," Daniel stated
bluntly, almost challenging Jack to find something wrong with sharing in the
feast they'd been invited to.
"You ate a piece of fruit?" Jack reiterated,
frowning. "That's it?"
"Yeeesss," Daniel assured him, drawing out the
word.
"But they're all giggling at us, so it can't be too
bad, Sir," Carter reasoned.
Suddenly Dushella pushed her way through to stand in
front of SG-1 and smiled brightly at Sam and Daniel, giving each a hug and kiss
on each cheek. "Congratulations. This is truly a momentous occasion. We will begin preparations for the ceremonial
feast right away. I guess you two
couldn't wait for a ceremony? You love
will do that to you."
"What are you talking about? What did they do?" Jack asked, getting a
bad feeling about this.
"They shared the Kaylen fruit," Dushella said,
as if that explained everything.
"I know," Daniel replied. "What does sharing the fruit mean?"
"It means you are pair-bonded," Dushella told
them. Seeing the confused look on Jack's
face and the astonished looks on Daniel, Sam, and Teal'c's faces she asked,
"Do you now have this custom on your planet?"
"Pair-bonded?
What the hell does that mean?" Jack asked, the bad feeling getting
worse and worse.
"Married," Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c all answered
at once in the same monotone.
"Married?" Jack asked in disbelief.
"Married," they replied again in the same tone.
"You do not have this custom?" Dushella asked.
"No, we do, but it's different," Daniel said.
"Different?"
"Um, when a man and woman wish to be bonded, what we
call a, uh, marriage, they often plan a big ceremony, a-a wedding. They invite family and friends and they have
to recite a-a pledge in front of one of our religious leaders, or leaders of
justice and-and exchange rings to make it official," Daniel explained.
"I see. We do
have the ceremony as well, but not everyone can wait for one to be
planned. It often takes many weeks to
plan, and lasts for several days, where at the end the two wishing to be bonded
share the piece of Kaylen fruit and become physically and mentally
bonded," Dushella said.
"Men-mentally?" Daniel stuttered. "What does mentally bonded mean?"
"As with your physical bodies, your minds become
bonded. In about one hour the bonding
sets in and you will share everything that is in your minds until the day one
of you dies," Dushella told them.
"Oh my god," Sam and Daniel said at the same
time, fear creeping into their voices.
"Daniel?
What's she talking about?" Jack asked.
"Apparently," Daniel replied to Jack, keeping
his eyes locked on Sam, hers locked on his.
"Sam and I performed their version of exchanging marriage vows and
rings and are about to become mentally linked."
"And what does that mean in English, Daniel?"
Jack demanded, now annoyed with the archeologist.
"It means that, according to these people, Sam and I
are married and are now mentally linked.
I'm going to hear her thoughts and she's going to hear mine. Until death," he supplied for Jack,
still staring at Sam.
"Oh," Jack said, finally understanding. "Woops."
"Is the mental bond not reversible?" Teal'c
asked, throwing out their only hope.
"It is not," Dushella answered. "It is permanent until one or both
die."
Jack, smiling grandly, clapped Sam and Daniel each on
their shoulder. "Well, kids,
congratulations! If it were anyone else
I'd give it only a few months, but you two..."
Sham shot Jack a withering look. "I'm glad you find this amusing,
Sir."
"Well, look at it this way, Sam. There could be worse people to be mentally
linked to. Can you imagine if we had
been bonded to Jack?" Daniel asked.
"I think I'd kill myself if I had to listen to his thoughts on the
Simpsons for the rest of my life."
"You do have a point," Sam conceded, trying to
find the good in this situation.
"Hey, I don't always think about the Simpsons!"
Jack said indignantly. "Food,
hockey, and sex, too." They all
pretended he hadn't spoken.
"Though I doubt this is going to go over well at the
SGC," Daniel pointed out. "But
we can use it to our advantage on missions.
If we split up, we'll at least know where the other is and if they're in
trouble."
"Well, there isn't anything we can do about it
now," Sam said shrugging, "so we just let it happen and go from
there."
*
Jack sat on a wooden chair at the edge of the lake,
holding a fishing pole in one hand and a cold drink in the other. So far he'd had a few nibbles but no actual
bites. Yet. He sensed more than anything Daniel coming up
behind him and watched out of the corner of his eye as his friend took the
empty wooden chair next to his. Neither
spoke, both just watching the lake and the ripples the fish were making where
the fishing line on Jack's pole was submerged.
"We haven't spoken about what you went through on
the Goa'uld ship," Daniel started, not quite sure how to approach the
subject, figuring just coming right out and saying what was on his mind was the
best way to deal with Jack.
"I know. I'm
fine, Daniel. I've been through
worse," Jack replied, not really wanting to talk about this.
"What's worse than your close friend torturing
you?" Daniel asked quietly.
"Lots of things.
Like my close friend being taken over by a Goa'uld." Jack turned to Daniel. "Listen here, Daniel, because I'm only
going to say this once. You are not
responsible for what happened to me. And
I'm okay. I don't blame you. I'm not having nightmares about what happened
and I'm past it all. Now you have to get
past it. You had no control over what
happened. You have to forgive yourself,
or you'll go insane. Believe me. I know."
Daniel nodded.
"I know. Sam said something
similar to me last night. I'm trying;
it's just going to take time. I just
wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Just peachy," Jack said, no hint of his usual
sarcasm that accompanied that phrase.
They both returned to watching Jack's fishing line, sitting there in
silence for a long time. "How's the
mind?" Jack finally broke the silence, curiosity getting the better of
him.
"It's weird," Daniel said. "But in a good way," he hastily
added when he saw Jack's look of sympathy.
"Sam's thoughts aren't really prominent. It's more like a constant, dull buzz in the
back of my mind. I only hear her clearly
if I concentrate on her." Daniel
turned to Jack and smiled. "It's
kind of comforting, actually, knowing I'm never going to be alone again."
"I give you guys a lot of credit. I'm not sure I could ever share everything
like the two of you are going to have to do.
I need my alone time, my space, especially in my thoughts," Jack
commented.
"It's not like we really have a choice," Daniel
pointed out.
"So share!" Jack urged loudly. "What does Carter think about? Movie stars?
Sex?"
Daniel snorted in response. Yeah, that's what Sam thinks about, Daniel
said to himself. Then, concentrating, he
touched Sam's mind and listened to her thoughts, getting lost in her.
Jack watched his friend's eyes become unfocused and
realized he was reading Carter's mind.
When Daniel didn't return to their conversation he called his friend's
name. No response. So he reached out and tapped Daniel on his
arm. Daniel jumped, then focused his
gaze on Jack.
"Sorry, I got lost in Sam's mind."
"Was she lost in some wild fantasy?" Jack only
half-joked, eyes flashing in eagerness, hoping it was true and that Daniel
would be very willing to share.
"Actually, no.
She was mentally calculating some formula to slow down the decay rate of
naquadah by chemically bonding it to radioactive uranium and making in
inversely proportional to..."
"Aaahhhhh!" Jack interrupted, lifting up his
hand with the cold drink. "I get
the picture. Carter's mind is
boring."
"Actually, I find it fascinating how she can perform
these complex mathematical equations in her mind. I've always had trouble doing math mentally,
but Sam does it so easily," Daniel said in awe.
"So, how are things between you two, anyway?"
Jack asked, pushing aside his jealousy and trying to get Daniel to open up and
talk. He hadn't been doing that much,
lately.
"They're fine, Jack.
We had a long talk last night and things are going to be okay,"
Daniel said, hoping that would be it and he could keep the rest private. Not only didn't he want to talk about his
love life with Jack and get teased for it, he knew that Jack still had feelings
for Sam and didn't want to hurt him.
Apparently, though, he wasn't going to get out of it.
"So, is that the only reason you two overslept this
morning?" Jack teased. "That
you were up late talking?"
"Yeaahh," Daniel said, drawing out the word
suspiciously.
"So?"
"So."
"So?"
"So what happened?" Jack demanded.
Daniel looked at Jack from over the wire rims of his
glasses. "Why do you want to
know?"
"I don't have a love life, Daniel, so I have to live
vicariously through yours."
Daniel stood up, ready to end this conversation by
leaving. "I don't kiss and tell,
Jack," he said smiling, teasing his friend. Then he started to walk away, counting in his
head. He got to ten before Jack
responded.
Jack frowned, annoyed that he wasn't going to get any
juicy details out of Daniel when it finally struck him what Daniel had actually
said. Whirling around in the chair,
straining his back and neck as he did so, Jack called out after Daniel,
"Hey! Wait a minute! Come back here! You kissed her!"
Daniel paused, not looking back, and smiled. Got him, he thought. Then, without turning around, he started back
to the center of the village again, laughing at Jack inside.
*
Sam grumbled under her breath the entire time she trudged
back to the Stargate with Teal'c to contact the SGC with an update to General
Hammond about their mission. This was
really her commanding officer's job, but he was too busy 'fishing' and had
delegated the task to her and Teal'c.
Trying to keep her thoughts from straying to inventive ways of causing
harm to her superior officer, she began to think about ways to slow down the
decay rate of naquadah when she felt Daniel touch her mind. It was comforting, like wrapping herself in a
warm blanket. At first she'd been
worried about having to constantly share everything in her mind with someone,
even Daniel. But she soon discovered
that she only knew what Daniel was thinking or feeling if she concentrated on
him. She figured it was the same for
him. The rest of the time it was like a
soft, ethereal presence in her mind. Sam
decided that she liked it, and the fact that it was Daniel, someone she already
had a deep connection with, made it even better.
Teal'c kept glancing over at Major Carter, every once and
a while catching a derogatory word or choice phrase from her. He gathered enough to know she was talking
about O'Neill, and laughed inwardly. He
knew Major Carter would rather be testing the Kaylen fruit, trying to figure
out how it initiated the mental bond between two people, but instead she had to
accompany him back to the Stargate.
Teal'c knew he could have reported back by himself, but O'Neill had
insisted that Major Carter go with him, saying he would feel better if no one
walked around alone.
Once they reached the Stargate Teal'c dialed Earth and
waited for the wormhole to open. Once
the displacement wave dispersed Sam sent through their access code so the SGC
would know who it was. She waited a few
moments for the Iris to be opened, then in front of the MALP's video camera she
sent her message. "This is Major
Carter."
"Major, it is good to hear your voice. How is the mission going?" General Hammond's
voice came back through the wormhole and MALP.
"It is going well, Sir. We've encountered some natives of the
planet. They seem very friendly and have
offered to let us stay with them for a few days so we can study their
culture. Daniel's in seventh heaven,
Sir. They are a pre-industrial, agrarian
society. They speak English, so they
must have originally come from Earth, transported her by Goa'uld, but there
doesn't seem to be any influence or sign of Goa'uld. In fact, they do not seem to have heard of
them, and they also do not seem to fear any gods. Daniel wants to look around for ancient
temples or writing to explain this.
Teal'c and I have agreed to help him," Sam informed the General.
"And Colonel O'Neill?"
"He's fishing, Sir," Sam replied wryly.
Sam could hear General Hammond chuckling. "Permission granted to remain on the
planet, Major. Report back tomorrow
morning at 1100 hours with any relevant information you have gathered. Hammond out."
"Yes Sir.
Carter out." Sam stopped
transmitting and turned to Teal'c.
"Well, I guess we head back to the village and help Daniel look for
rocks." She made a face. "Or we could fish?"
She and Teal'c stared at each other for a few seconds
then both said, "Rocks," at the same time. Neither wanted to fish with the Colonel. Searching for rocks with Daniel would
probably be much less boring.
On the way back Teal'c gave in to his curiosity and
asked, "Do you find the mental bond you now share with DanielJackson
bothersome?"
"I thought I would, Teal'c, but actually, I
don't. I find it very, well,
comforting. It's not a constant
thing. I mean, I feel him in my mind,
feel the connection, but I don't actually know what he's thinking or feeling
unless I concentrate on him," Sam tried to explain.
Teal'c nodded.
"As long as it causes you no discomfort, I believe this bond could
be a great benefit."
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Me too."
*
That night, after the evening feast and after Jack spent
all afternoon catching absolutely nothing, a young man whom Dushella had
introduced as her son Kean, showed SG-1 to their guest houses. There was one for Teal'c and Jack, and one
for the new bonded couple, Daniel and Sam.
Jack smirked at the kids' expressions when they saw where they were
staying. A one room guest house with one
not very big bed. He was going to have
oh so much fun teasing the hell out of them.
He and Teal'c had to share a one room guest house as well, but they
didn't have to share a bed.
"Shut up, Jack," a blushing Daniel said quietly
so only Jack, who was standing next to him, could hear.
"I didn't say a word!" Jack protested.
"I could hear your smirk," Daniel argued,
staring at the ground.
Jack laughed.
"C'mon Teal'c. Let's leave
Romeo and Juliet alone."
"Uh, Sir..." Sam said, giving Jack a dirty
look.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You do know that Romeo and Juliet committed
suicide, right?" Daniel asked sardonically, looking at Jack over the top
of his glasses.
"All right then, Lucy and Ricky," Jack amended,
smiling mockingly at Daniel. Before
either Daniel or Sam could respond Jack dragged Teal'c out of the guest house
and across the path to theirs, explaining to Teal'c who Romeo and Juliet and Lucy
and Ricky are.
"That man must be the most infuriating person I've
ever met," Sam commented quietly, shaking her head in disbelief. "He sure knows which buttons to
press."
"You can say that again," Daniel agreed.
Sam turned and faced Daniel, smiling shyly. "Well, this is awkward."
"Yeah. I
could, um, sleep on the floor," Daniel suggested hesitantly. He didn't really want to; he wanted to wrap
his arms around Sam and hold her all night.
However, if Sam wasn't ready for that, then he wasn't going to
push. She was definitely worth waiting
for.
"No, no, it's fine.
And you know what," Sam said, gaining confidence. "It's only awkward if we let the Colonel
and his teasing comments get to us. It's
not like we haven't shared a room or a tent together before."
"True. We're
adults, not hormone-driven teenagers," Daniel added.
On that note Sam and Daniel got ready for bed. It was late, and Dushella had offered to show
them around early the next morning.
Daniel was determined to find something of value on this planet, if only
to try to overshadow what had accidentally happened between he and Sam so they
weren't mercilessly teased by everyone other than Jack. Once in bed, each on their side facing in
opposite directions, their thoughts slowly drifted to each other, thereby
allowing Daniel to read Sam's thoughts and vice versa.
So, you enjoyed the kiss, huh? Daniel thought to Sam in a
mock macho male tone.
Sam blushed, both in her face and in her mind. You do kiss quite well, she admitted in her
mind.
Oh, really?
Don't get an inflated ego or anything, Sam retorted.
Daniel laughed out loud, then rolled over and spooned up
behind Sam. "What if we just do
this?" he asked her, wrapping his right arm over her waist and sliding his
left arm under her neck. He nuzzled into
her neck, inhaling her scent and sending her thoughts of comfort and
happiness. Sam took his hands in hers
and squeezed them in agreement. Soon
they both were fast asleep.
*
Daniel was always an early riser. He wasn't sure if it was a result of his
parents constantly getting up before the sun to prepare for the day's work of
digging up ancient cultures, or if it was because he was afraid that all of his
foster parents would think him lazy if he slept too late. So Daniel was usually the first one up
(except for Jack on missions, since he took last watch and was already up) no
matter where he was or what he was doing.
He'd get up as soon as he woke up and begin his chores, or make
breakfast, or something. Just as long as
he wasn't lounging around in bed. On the
other hand, Sam was the complete opposite.
Daniel knew she'd have to be shaken awake and hauled out of bed and
given four cups of coffee before she'd be awake enough to open her eyes. And even if she woke up in bed he'd be just
fine to stay there and do nothing until forced to. Daniel smiled down in amusement a the blond
head snuggled up to his shoulder, the soft feminine arms wrapped around his
chest. He still couldn't believe his
good luck. He had Sam in his arms. Finally.
And for probably the first time in his life, Daniel was content to just
lounge in bed and do nothing.
Unfortunately that was not in the card for them
today. Shortly after he had awakened
there came a loud knock on the door.
Daniel felt and heard Sam start to stir, her response to the knock
muffled by his chest, but still coherent enough for him to understand. "G'wee, iz erle," translated as
"Go away, it's early."
Gently extricating himself from Sam's embrace and trying
not to wake her fully, Daniel left the bed and quietly crept over to the door,
opening it slightly. Jack, Teal'c,
Dushella, and Kean were standing on the other side. "Morning," Daniel said pleasantly,
keeping his voice down so as not to wake Sam.
"Ah, sorry to disturb you on the morning after your
wedding night," Jack teased his friend, enjoying the sight of him blushing
furiously. "But it's time to go
exploring. How's Carter this
morning?"
Daniel looked at the ground and mumbled, "Still
sleeping."
"Wow, you guys must have tired each other out last
night," Jack continued to tease, watching as Daniel became even more red
than before. "Considering you
weren't up making breakfast for everyone this morning."
Daniel looked at Jack and frowned. "For once I decided you could make your
own breakfast. You, uh, you mentioned
exploring?"
Realizing he'd gotten in as much teasing as he would be
allowed that morning, Jack allowed the subject change. "Kean has kindly offered to show you any
old rocks that you wish. So, up an' at
'em."
"Let me just go and get Sam up. I'm sure she'd either like to come or do some
scientific study on the Kaylen fruit."
Daniel shut the door in their face, well, mostly in Jack's face, before
Jack could make another teasing comment about the situation. He walked over to the bed and just stared at
Sam. She was faking sleep; after sharing
a tent with her for so many years, helped her though so many nights, good and
bad, Daniel knew just by looking at her when she was sleeping and when she was
faking. She was sprawled out on her
stomach, lying in a diagonal position across the bed, her arms and legs spread
out. She breathed in and out in a deep,
steady rhythm, but there was no other movement.
Still, Daniel knew she was faking.
He lay down on the bed on his side, facing her, and
stroked her back gently, running his hand up and down underneath her
shirt. "Sam, I know how much you'd
rather lie about here and be lazy, but we have work to do," he said, the
same speech he'd given her on every other away mission where she wouldn't get
up. Rubbing her bare skin was a new
addition, though, and Daniel hoped it would get a good response.
"Mmmmmm," Sam mumbled into the pillow. "That feels nice."
"Sam," Daniel whispered, leaning down to her
ear. "I know you're faking. Come on, we have to get going. Now that I know you like it, I promise I'll
rub your back tonight, if you get up now."
Sighing like it was a big concession, Sam rolled over
onto her back and looked up into Daniel's bright blue eyes. "I guess that's a fair
trade-off." She yawned and
stretched. "Just give me five
minutes and I'll meet you outside.
Daniel nodded and joined the others standing outside the
guest house door. "She'll be out in
a few minutes," he explained hastily, turning to Kean. "So, where are these...rocks...that
you're going to show me?"
"Approximately a twenty minute walk northwest of
here. They appear to be an old,
abandoned town," Kean said. "I
used to play among the buildings as a child."
"Are there any writing on the buildings?"
Daniel asked curiously, hoping for a clue as to when and where these people
came from.
"Some. In a
language unknown to any of my people."
As it turned out, only Teal'c and Daniel were going to
accompany Kean to see the abandoned town.
Jack decided he wanted to go fishing again, saying it was a sport that
required more time than one afternoon to be a success, and Sam said she wanted
to talk more with the people from the village and look for possible uses for
the natural resources. She said she had
plans to study the Kaylen fruit, however, deep down she wasn't sure she wanted
to know how it worked because she wasn't sure she wanted to reverse it's
effects. Sam liked having Daniel in her
mind.
Teal'c was silent for the entire walk to the abandoned
town, listening intently to DanielJackson question Kean about what he knew
regarding this town. Kean knew very
little it seemed, and Teal'c watched as DanielJackson became frustrated and
started to take it out on Kean. He was
about to step in when he saw DanielJackson's eyes become unfocused, gazing at
something over Kean's shoulder. He
watched as DanielJackson remained that way for several minutes before smiling
wryly in amusement. Teal'c concluded
that Major Carter must have felt DanielJackson's frustration and helped him
work through it with their telepathic link.
When they reached the abandoned town the first thing both
Teal'c and Daniel noticed were the Goa'uld writing on the crumbling ruins. Spreading out and looking for as much writing
as they could, Teal'c and Daniel began to piece together the history of these
people. Apparently, they had been
brought here from another planet, not Earth according to the coordinates Daniel
discovered, approximately 10,000 years ago by the Goa'uld Zeus. For their protection from Anubis, and those
Goa'ulds who would use them as slaves.
For some reason, neither Daniel nor Teal'c could find, Zeus had wanted
to keep these people safe from Goa'uld influence. No other Goa'uld knew the location of this
world at the time the people were transplanted here, saying the planet would
provide whatever they needed and would protect them from any harm by destroying
the Goa'uld. The planet's name was Gaea,
though Daniel didn't know if it was named by Zeus when he brought the humans
here, or if it was named Gaea well before.
Daniel knew the name was significant, but wasn't quite sure yet
why. He knew Gaea, in itself, was the Greek
name for 'mother earth' and used by those who believed the Earth itself was a
living organism. Was this just a
coincidence, or had Zeus known something about this planet that no one else
had? Continuing to read, Daniel
discovered that Zeus had left a device on the planet-on Gaea, he corrected
himself-for the people to contact him with in case they were ever
threatened. Apparently, the natives had
long since forgotten.
Teal'c found the device that would alert Zeus to any
trouble there people were suffering from.
"It looks like a long range communications device," Teal'c informed
them. "And old model, from well
before my grandfather was born. I have
only heard them described in tales. This
is a close representation to what I have heard."
Daniel circled the device, translating the writing on
it. "There's both Goa'uld and
ancient Greek, but the translations are wrong," he informed Teal'c and
Kean.
"In what manner are they incorrect?" Teal'c
asked.
"Well, see here," Daniel said, pointing to a
Goa'uld symbol. "This means 'open'
in Goa'uld. And this," he said,
pointing to the Greek symbol immediately below that, "means 'on'. Which one is correct? Is this the...button to open the device or to
turn it on?" He pushed his glasses
back up onto his nose, stopping them from slipping off his face. "What do you think?"
"Perhaps it is one and the same," Teal'c
suggested.
"Maybe," Daniel said, thinking, his gaze
becoming unfocused once again. After a
moment he turned to Teal'c and Kean.
"Sam says to leave it alone; that she'll drag Jack up here to look
at it and then let him decide what to do.
In the meantime we should keep exploring."
"Agreed," Teal'c said. And then it happened. He watched the event as if it were in slow
motion. Daniel began to walk past the device
when he tripped over a rock and slammed into the device, his knee hitting the
symbols they had just been discussing.
The device began to hum, picking up in speed and intensity. Daniel had turned it on.
Teal'c listened to the hum and closed his eyes,
realization hitting him hard. This was
not a communications device, but rather a homing beacon. It was transmitting a signal to any nearby
Goa'uld ships, asking them for assistance.
Any Goa'uld. DanielJackson had
just inadvertently alerted the Goa'uld to their presence, and the existence of
this world.
"DanielJackson, I believe I was incorrect in my
assessment of this device."
"Oh?" Daniel said, only half listening, too
busy examining the device, now that it was doing something, thinking the whole
time that Sam should be here to figure this out.
"Indeed. It
is not a communications interface at all.
It is in fact a homing beacon," Teal'c informed his friend.
Daniel's gaze shot up to face the big Jaffa, his blue
eyes widening in realization. "Oh
no," he moaned. "Oh
noooo." He buried his face in his
hands. "What have I done?"
*
Jack and Sam must have run the entire way, Daniel
thought, since they arrived in less than fifteen minutes. He was sitting on the ground, as far away
from the homing beacon as he could, his elbows on his knees, his hands covering
his face. He felt Sam sit down next to
him and brush her shoulder up against him. He didn't respond, too embarrassed
and angry with himself and what he had done.
I'm a gigantic screw-up, he thought to himself. I've just condemned these people to a life of
slavery, or to death, all because I'm a giant klutz. I don't deserve her compassion or her love
after this.
Don't say that, Daniel.
It was an accident, Sam thought to him.
It doesn't matter.
It's my fault, what's going to happen to these people.
Maybe nothing will happen. Maybe no one will hear the signal.
Daniel looked up at Sam, tears in his eyes and running
down his cheeks. "You can't
possibly believe that," he said quietly.
Sam shook her head and put an arm around Daniel. "No, I don't," she said
gently. "But I do know that you are
going to want to help these people now.
And I'm here to tell you you're not alone. I will help you. And I think you know the Colonel and Teal'c
well enough to know they're going to stay and help, too."
Daniel nodded.
"I'm just...These people didn't ask for me to do this to them. They have no idea about the Goa'uld, or how
to fight them. And as for Jack and
Teal'c...and you...I've dragged you guys into this. Again.
And it's my fault. Again."
Sam, not sure what to say to that, said the first thing
that came to mind, the only thing that seemed right. "I love you."
Daniel smiled at her, his blue eyes sparkling, more from
happiness at Sam's statement than from his sadness over what he had just
started. "I love you too," he
admitted.
"I know."
Sam reached out and hugged Daniel tightly for a moment, then let
go. "We can deal with this
later. Right now there are other things
to do, like getting these people help in case the Goa'uld do come."
Nodding, Daniel stood up and offered his had to Sam. She took it, and he led her back to Jack,
Teal'c, Kean, and Dushella, who were all standing around the homing beacon,
discussing options. When they reached
the others, Sam did not let go of his hand, and
Daniel smiled inwardly to himself.
*
"Colonel O'Neill!" General Hammond bellowed
through the MALP. "It's almost
1300! You were supposed to check in
almost two hours ago!"
"Yeaaaah," Jack replied, drawing out the
word. "We ran into a little problem
here, Sir."
"Colonel? I
thought Major Carter said everything was fine yesterday."
"It was. But,
while we were searching for Daniel's rocks we...accidentally triggered a
Goa'uld homing beacon. It's a good bet
they're on their way now," Jack said, trying to spare Daniel the
embarrassment of admitting what had happened.
"Are you sure the Goa'uld are coming?" Hammond
asked.
"Not one hundred percent, Sir, but I'd place a
couple hundred on..."
Jack was interrupted by Daniel. "General, it's really my fault. I can't leave these people to fight the
Goa'uld on their own. I'm asking you for
help for these people," he pleaded softly.
General Hammond paused, thinking this over. He wasn't sure he wanted to commit forces in
a battle that they would most likely lose.
However, if what Colonel O'Neill and Doctor Jackson said was true, that
SG-1 was responsible for calling down the Goa'uld on these people, how could he
not send help?
Before he could tell Colonel O'Neill that he'd send four
SG teams through within the hour, the Colonel spoke. "Sir, what if we gather up these people
and bring them to Earth. We can find
them a safe home on another planet."
Both Hammond and Daniel were shocked by Jack's suggestion. This was something that Daniel would suggest,
not Jack. But, no matter who suggested
it, it was a very good idea in the General's eyes. It would save these people, and not endanger
any more teams.
"Agreed. Do
you know how many people are on that planet?
Are you going to have time to evacuate them all?" Hammond asked
hurriedly. "Do they need special
requirements for their stay on Earth and for their new home?"
"I'm not sure, Sir.
From what we've gathered, the only people on this planet are from this
village and the surrounding farm area.
Maybe five hundred?" Jack offered.
"They haven't mentioned any other villages. Daniel?"
Daniel shook his head.
"No one's said anything to me about other towns. I figure, though, if there are any others,
they'd be within a day's walking distance of the Stargate, in the other
directions we didn't follow." He
closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe this is
happening."
"Daniel," Jack tried to comfort, putting a hand
on the archeologist's shoulder. "It
was an accident."
"Colonel," Hammond said, "gather everyone
you can as fast as you can. It cold take
days for the Goa'uld to get there as easily as hours."
"Understood, Sir.
We'll let you know when we're ready to come through. O'Neill out." Once the wormhole had disengaged, Jack turned
to Daniel. "Okay, Space Monkey, we
have work to do."
*
"Other villages like ours?" Dushella
asked. "Yes, there are two others,
one north of the Tunnel and one to the southwest. Each about an hour walk from the Tunnel. Why do you ask? Are we not providing you with enough
here?"
"No, that's not it, Dushella. You and your people have been most kind and
have given us everything we require," Daniel tried to explain hurriedly,
so as not to offend their hosts.
"It's just that we believe the Goa'uld..." He stopped at the confusion on Dushella and
the other villagers' faces and tried to quickly explain the Goa'uld to
them. "Beings from other worlds who
enslave and murder innocent people are coming here. Now.
We wish to have you come through the Tunnel to our world and then we
will find you another world in time. A
safer world."
"What is enslave and murder?" Kean asked.
"You don't know what slavery and murder are?" Jack
asked, surprised.
The villagers shook their heads. "Those words are foreign to us,"
Dushella said.
Daniel frowned.
How could this be? What had Zeus
and Gaea taught these people? A society
where there was never any slavery or murder?
And now the Goa'uld were coming.
I have to get these people out of here as quickly as possible, Daniel
thought. Or they will be wiped out in a
matter of seconds. "Slavery is
forcing another human being to work for you for no pay, or for no goods, in
terrible conditions. Just because they
are stronger and can. And murder is the
taking \of another human being's life by your own hand, because you wish to,
not because you are protecting yourself or others. Do you understand?"
"I believe so," Dushella said slowly. "You
say these...Goa'uld...will come here and force us to work for them, or to end
our lives, even though we don not threaten them, simply because they can?"
Daniel nodded.
"Exactly. That is why you
must all leave. Come back with us
through the Tunnel and help us find a better place for you, away from the
Goa'uld," Daniel pleaded.
"But this is our home!" someone shouted out
angrily. "How can you ask us to
leave here and all that Gaea provides for us?"
"I'm asking you to save your lives!" Daniel
shouted back. "The Goa'uld will
kill you if you are here when they come!"
Loud shouting erupted in the meeting, villagers yelling
at SG-1, telling them to go away so the Goa'uld would, too. Villagers angry at being asked to leave the
only life they've ever known just because others may come. Daniel kept shouting back, arguing that it
would be better and safer, that all this was to protect them. No one was listening to them. Then Dushella
called for silence and received it.
"I am leader of this village. I believe what Daniel and the others are
saying. You will all do as I say and I
am saying that we must leave, not to save our lives, but to save the lives of
our children, present and future."
Dushella turned to Daniel.
"I do not know how the other villages will respond, but I will send
representatives with you, as a show of good faith. When will you leave for the other two
villages?
"In a few minutes, I guess," Daniel replied.
Dushella nodded.
"My son will be one of those who will travel with you. He knows the quickest routs to the other
villages."
"Thank you, Dushella. You have been most helpful. How long will it take your people to be ready
to leave for the Tunnel?" Daniel asked.
"In a matter of hours. Three, maybe four at the most."
Jack turned to Teal'c and Carter. "Hear that you two. You have exactly three hours to shut down
that homing beacon. If you can't, then
head back as fast as you can and get these people through the Stargate. General Hammond will be waiting for
them," he ordered.
"Sir?" Carter questioned.
"Daniel and I will pay the other two villages a
visit, and try to convince them to leave as well. Three hours Major, then get off this
planet."
"With all due respect, Sir, we may have days, even months,
before the Goa'uld get here," Sam pointed out.
"Or we may have one hour," Jack replied
quietly. "Three hours Major. That's all the time I will allow."
"Yes Sir," Sam acquiesced, though very
unhappily.
Daniel came over to Sam to say goodbye. He stared into her eyes and she stared right
back, having a telepathic conversation with each other.
Don't blow yourself up trying to shut down that homing
beacon.
Don't blame yourself if not everyone comes back with you.
They left it at that, no sad teary goodbyes, no
passionate, possibly last kisses. It was
enough.
*
Daniel and Jack parted company at the Stargate. Daniel and Kean went north to one village
while Jack and another named Coulan went to the southwest. On their quick march, Kean asked Daniel many
questions about the Goa'uld, which Daniel answered as best he could. He was too busy worrying about the Goa'uld
and about Sam to give the questions and answers the best thoughts. Then Kean asked him something completely off
the subject and Daniel stopped walking.
"Huh?
What?" he asked Kean.
"You and Major Carter. You were not pledged to each other before you
ate the Kaylen fruit?" Kean repeated.
"Oh, um, n-no.
Things like this-matters of the heart-they take a bit l-longer on my
world and-and Sam and I...we never discussed that. We-we weren't even sure we were in a
relationship," Daniel quickly rushed through the explanation. "It's complicated."
"I have offended you by asking," Kean replied,
bowing his head in apology.
"No. No, you
haven't. It's just that I'm not used to
discussing this with others, especially those I just met yesterday,"
Daniel said. "I haven't even fully
discussed this with Sam?"
"And your people have nothing like this Kaylen fruit
and these mind links?" Kean asked.
"No. This is
a new one for us," Daniel told him.
"Then I am very sorry that our customs have
interfered with yours," Kean apologized.
"If there was a way to reverse the effects, rest assured, I would
share it with you and Major Carter."
"I know you would.
And I appreciate the offer. But
his mind link is okay. Sam and I aren't
nearly as bothered by it as we thought we would be." Daniel started to walk again, Kean at his
side. "We actually kinda find
comfort in it."
"I am glad this mistake will not keep our worlds
from becoming friends, Daniel," Kean admitted.
"Me, too," Daniel agreed. Through the rest of the walk Daniel told Kean
about the many different worlds he'd been to over the past seven years, embellishing
here and there, and leaving out some of the more horrible experiences, such as
Netu and his death from the radiation on Kelowna.
*
"Do you believe you are able to effectively
terminate this homing beacon?" Teal'c asked Major Carter.
Sam shrugged, biting her bottom lip. "I have no idea, but I'm going to
try." She knelt down beside the
device and took her tools out of her pack.
"But I don't really know what I'm doing and I can't read either
language, so I'm going to need your help."
"I will assist as much as I am able," Teal'c
informed her.
"Thanks, Teal'c.
Now, the first thing I need is your help with is understanding how to
open this thing up so I can see its insides.
Is there a labeled hatch or catchspring or something that you can
find?" Sam asked, indicating with her hand that he should kneel down next
to her.
They both examined the homing beacon until Teal'c pointed
to a Goa'uld symbol. "This
here. I believe you are to touch this to
open the device." Taking a deep
breath, Sam touched the symbol with her index finger, waiting for something to
happen. Like an explosion. Instead, the top part of the homing beacon
swung open and she an Teal'c were staring at crystals and lights.
"Okay, that's progress. Let's get to work."
The three hour mark came and Teal'c reminded Major Carter
of their orders. "Major Carter,
O'Neill instructed us to leave after a time period of three hours. It has now been three hours." No response.
"Major Carter, we must leave immediately." Still nothing. "Major Carter?" Teal'c questioned,
leaning down and touching Major Carter's leg.
The rest of her body was immersed inside the homing beacon.
"Just a few more minutes, Teal'c," Sam replied,
her words muffled form the inside of the homing beacon. "I think I've nearly got
it..." Then Sam's dreaded loud
explosion came and sparks shot out around her, part of the metal flying off the
top of the beacon. But the humming
signal stopped transmitting. Sam didn't
move.
"Major Carter?" Teal'c asked. No response.
"Major Carter?" Not
even any movement. Teal'c became worried
and touched her leg again. Nothing. Dropping his pack, he grabbed each of Major
Carter's legs in his hands ad pulled her out from inside the beacon. He flipped her over onto her back and looked
her over, noticing minor burns on her arms, shoulders, and face. Her eyes were shut and she wasn't
moving. Teal'c leaned down and listened
and felt for breathing. It was
there. He grabbed her wrist and felt a
steady pulse. "Major Carter, can
you hear me?"
Sam stirred and tried opening her eyes. It hurt.
Light hurt. And her skin felt
very hot. "Teal'c?" she
whispered hoarsely. "What
happened?"
"The homing beacon has exploded and is no longer
functioning. However, you were inside at
the time and are now injured," Teal'c explained calmly. "How can I be of assistance?"
Sam blinked
rapidly, trying to adjust her eyes to the bright daytime light. Finally she was able to partially open her
eyes. "In my pack," she
replied, still whispering, "there's a pair of sunglasses. Can you give them to me?" Teal'c rummaged around and pulled out a pain
of standard military issue raybans.
"Thanks. That's a little
better, but not much," Sam said, still hoarse, when she put the sunglasses
on her face and opened her eyes fully.
"I think I damaged my eyes in that explosion. Hopefully it's only temporary." She looked down at her hands. "These, too. And my throat. I think my mouth was open at the
time." Using Teal'c's support, Sam
stood up. "Okay, now that we shut
down the homing beacon we can go back and help Dushella and her people relocate
to Earth." Starting out slowly,
then picking up the pace, Sam and Teal'c quickly made their way back to meet up
with Dushella and her people on their way to the Stargate.
*
Daniel and Kean were helping the villagers they had met
to gather their belongings and head quickly for the Stargate when suddenly
Daniel felt a sharp pain coming from Sam, followed by nothing. As in NOTHING. Try as he might, he couldn't feel or hear
Sam. Getting very worried he stopped
helping a family gather together some food and shouted out loud for her, as
well as in his mind. Every one around
him heard and stopped what they were doing.
Kean even came over to him and went to touch him when Daniel suddenly
sighed in relief. He felt her
again. She was in some mild pain, but
she was alive and reassuring him that she was okay.
"Daniel?" Kean asked. "What has happened? Is Major Carter alright?"
Daniel nodded.
"Yeah. She was injured while
trying to turn off the homing beacon.
But she succeeded; the beacon is shut down. However, it may have been working long enough
to alert the Goa'uld, so we had better still get these people back to
Earth."
"Who is this Major Carter?" one of the
villagers asked.
"She is one of the people who came through the
Tunnel with Daniel and warned us about the Goa'uld," Kean told him. "She is also pair-bonded to Daniel. They have shared the Kaylen fruit."
Daniel received a few congratulations from the villagers
before they went back to work, packing up what they could of their meager
possessions in the short time they had before they went to the Tunnel to start
a scary new life somewhere else.
A little boy dropped some food right in front of Daniel
as he hurried to the wagon his parents were packing up. Daniel bent down and helped the boy, who
couldn't have been more than six years old, pick up the falling food and carry
it over to his parents. Daniel smiled
and thought about Sam, and maybe the possibility of kids sometime in the near
future. He would love to have a baby
with Sam and knew that she desperately wanted kids, but also knew that she was
afraid to have any. She wasn't sure what
the effect Jolinar and the naquadah in her blood would have on any children she
carried.
Daniel felt lucky.
Within a half an hour of arriving at the village everyone, all 342
members, were ready to depart for the Stargate.
All believed Daniel and Kean and none were willing to risk their lives
against an enemy that they could never defeat.
They all marched to the Stargate in record time, even the children. Many of the elderly and very young traveled
on horses or in wagons, the younger, more healthy members leading or
pushing. Older children helped younger
children as well as their parents. In
less than an hour the entire caravan was coming up to the Stargate, the first
group to arrive. Shortly thereafter,
Dushella and her village arrived, without Sam and Teal'c.
"Daniel, I see you convinced Granno and his village
to come as well," Dushella said coming over to him. "And you are here before us. You must have made a very convincing argument."
Granno answered for Daniel. "It was your son and my daughter who
convinced me. Elia informed me that she
and Kean wished to share the Kaylen fruit, and that if Kean was leaving with
these strangers, then Elia was, too. And
then I knew I must go s well; I wasn't willing to lose my daughter." Granno gave the young woman beside him a hug. "Besides, if there is even a chance of
what Daniel says being true, it would be better for all if we did leave."
"My son and your daughter also have my blessing to
share the fruit once we have settled into our new homes," Dushella agreed.
As the two villages mixed into one, Daniel dialed the
Stargate and contacted General Hammond.
"General," he said, "I have two of three villages here,
ready to go to Earth."
"Very good, Doctor.
Are the rest of SG-1 there with you?"
"No. Jack
went off to the third village and hasn't come back yet. He should be here soon. So should Sam and Teal'c. They had gone back to the homing beacon to
see if they could shut it down."
Daniel paused and looked at his watch.
"In fact, they should be here by now."
"Okay, Doctor Jackson. Start sending them through. And try to contact the other members of
SG-1," Hammond instructed.
As Daniel started herding the villagers through the
Stargate he mentally contacted Sam and asked her where she and Teal'c
were. Sam let him know they were on
their way, still a half hour away from the Stargate. Daniel asked them to hurry, worried that Sam
was more seriously injured than they had originally thought. Her words and thoughts were slightly slurred,
and her eyes were killing her; even with the sunglasses she was having trouble
with the bright light.
Less than one hundred people had gone through the
Stargate to Earth when Jack and his village arrived. There were barely two hundred people with
Jack, so either it had been a very small village, or not everyone had agreed to
go. Just looking at Jack's face Daniel
received his answer: many had refused
and had been left behind to their fate.
Daniel started to dwell on that, getting ready to tell Jack that he
would go and try to convince them when he felt Sam intrude on his thoughts.
What did I say before?
Don't even thing about going back, Daniel, she admonished.
Knowing that she was right, Daniel nodded and agreed with
her. He went over to Jack to tell him
Sam and Teal'c were coming when he felt alarm in his mind. It wasn't from him, so it must be from
Sam. Sam was scared, something was
wrong.
Sam?
Death gliders.
Where?
Shooting at me and Teal'c! And Jaffa patrols! Teal'c says they belong to Anubis and Ares!
Get here, NOW!
We're trying.
There are death gliders headed your way!
Daniel ran over to Jack to break the bad news, still
trying to stay connected to Sam.
"Oh for crying out loud," Jack cried, jumping into action,
hurrying the villagers through the Stargate, making more and more go through at
a time. While he oversaw the evacuation
he had Daniel call General Hammond and alert him to the possibility that they
might not make it, and that there may be staff fire through the Stargate. Needless to say, General Hammond was not
pleased, but would keep the wormhole open as long as he could.
*
Sam and Teal'c ran as fast as they could. They were still more than ten minutes away
from the Stargate, e3ven at a flat out run, which they were doing. Sam was sure they weren't going to make it
back to the gate in time. The death
gliders, or the Jaffa patrols would shoot them.
The land was all open; there was no place to hide. Teal'c had is staff weapon out, and Sam her
P90, but neither was being used. Only
legs were. And they were not working
fast enough.
"Teal'c, I don't think we're going to make it!"
she shouted painfully at him over the loud energy blasts from the staff weapons
that fired from the Jaffa patrols and the death gliders. Her throat still hurt, as did her face,
hands, and especially her eyes. Now her
legs hurt from running so much.
"We must keep going, Major Carter," Teal'c said
in response.
Pushing themselves, they dodged energy discharges that
his the ground, running in a zigzag pattern, attempting to throw off
pursuit. Sam was scared, but not scared
of dying at the hands of the Goa'uld.
She was more scared of dying and leaving Daniel behind. Would he be able to handle it if she were
gone? She knew how hard it had been for
her when he as ascended; she almost didn't make it. And Daniel was not as emotionally tough as
she was. She heard an energy blast pass
right by her left ear, and she shifted to her right to avoid the concussion
wave as it impacted on the ground in front of her. Then, to avoid one on her right, she shifted
left. Then right again. Then left.
Picking up the pace, she hoped to avoid one right behind her. Loud explosions all around, as energy
discharge met rocks, spraying her and Teal'c with rubble. Her feet hitting the ground lulled Sam into a
rhythm. Fast-er, fast-er, fast-er. She felt Daniel brush her mind, searching for
her. She didn't want him to hear this,
to feel this, so she blocked him out, hoping he's forgive her later. If she made it. Besides, he sharing her mind was a
distraction now. She had no idea who
much time had passed; it seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes. The words had changed to the beat of her
feet. Get to Dan-iel. Get to Dan-iel.
And, suddenly, she was with Daniel.
She turned and began firing at the pursuing Jaffa and the
death gliders in the air, missing most due to her hurt eyes. She knelt behind one side of the Stargate,
Daniel on the other, covering the many villagers rushing through to escape the
Goa'uld. Teal'c joined O'Neill behind
the DHD, firing his staff weapon into the air.
Most of the villagers had made it through; there were only about one
hundred left. But it looked as if these
100, along with SG-1, might not make it back.
An idea formed in Sam's mind and she and Daniel quickly exchanged a
glance, then Sam was racing across the open ground, through the villagers, to
the DHD.
"Sir," she said over the noise, rubbing her
sore throat. "I have an idea."
"Carter?" Jack asked, firing off his P90 and
killing three Jaffa coming toward the gate.
"What?"
"I think I can rig up a force shield," Sam told
him. "I pretty much have all the
parts, and those I don't have I think I can improvise."
"And how would that help us?" he demanded, his
attention divided between listening to her and keeping back the Jaffa.
"I can create a force shield around us that should,
theoretically, hold them outside until we get through the gate," she
continued. "I just need to set up
the correct crystal points around us.
Daniel and a few of the villagers can help with that."
"Is this those shield things you learned from
Zeus?" he asked, now more interested.
"Yes Sir."
"I thought you said they weren't ready yet?"
"I'm not sure.
But it's the best idea I've got," Sam admitted.
Jack gave the idea a microsecond of thought, then
nodded. "I got nuthin' better. Do it."
Sam raced back to the Stargate and grabbed Daniel and six
big villagers to help her. She pulled
short, blue, octagonal crystals out of her pack, praying that they were
unharmed in her flight from the beacon and the resulting fight. They all seemed intact. Handing one to each villager and to Daniel
she pointed to each spot on the perimeter they needed to be placed. "One there, return immediately to the
center. Then I will activate the
crystals."
"Should we cross our fingers?" Daniel joked,
trying to lighten the mood.
"If you think it'll help," Sam said,
distracted. She was to be the one to put
her crystal in front of the DHD where it was needed, about thirty yards. Right in the line of fire. She couldn't ask anyone else to do that job,
not if she wasn't willing to do it herself.
"Okay, GO!" Each person
with a crystal ran to the point Sam had shown them, stopping at eight
equidistant points around the Stargate and the villagers. Quickly putting their crystals down they ran
back to the center. All but Sam. As she had stood up and backed away from the
crystal and the blaster fire erupting all around her, she stepped into a hole,
most likely the result of a staff blast, and tripped. Great, she thought to herself, feeling the
pain in her ankle. As if I don't have
enough injuries. She saw the Jaffa
coming closer and closer. Sam knew she
wasn't going to make it unless she took the chance and activated the crystals
now. She knew one of three things would
happen. Number one, the crystals would
work like they were supposed to, and anyone within their perimeter would be
safely behind a force shield. Number
two, nothing would happen and they might not make it through, and she'd most
certainly be killed by the approaching Jaffa.
And number three, the crystals would explode and anyone standing near
them would be killed, like the Jaffa right in front of her on the other side of
the crystal. And like herself. Oh well, might as well give it a shot, she
thought fatalistically. She pulled a
small device out of her pocket and activated the crystals. A blue shimmer encompassed the villagers and
all of SG-1. The shield was
working. Sam sighed and lay down, too
physically and emotionally drained to attempt to get up and walk back to her
teammates.
Jack, upon seeing
Sam fall, motioned for Teal'c to cover him and darted out to his second in
command. He wasn't about to let her die,
or have to explain things to Daniel. He
evaded staff weapons blasts and reached her just as she activated the force
shield. The force shield that worked. Not willing to test how long it would last
under heavy fire, Jack grabbed her prone body and pulled her away from the edge
of the force shield. Using him as
leverage, Sam stood up and he supported her as they raced/limped back to the
Stargate.
Daniel had felt a brief start of alarm from Sam, then she
had blocked him out. Trying his best to
put her from his thoughts, he took over the evacuation, shoving scared
villagers through the wormhole in an effort to get everyone through as fast as
possible. Sam hadn't even been sure the
force shield would work, and knew even less about how long it would hold. At last, Teal'c came up to him, followed by
Jack supporting a limping Sam.
Daniel reached out and took an exhausted and injured Sam
from Jack, needing to feel her and know she was alive and okay. Jack let her go, knowing that Daniel needed
her right now. He motioned hat they
should go through first, then Teal'c, and then finally, himself, leaving the
Jaffa, the force shield, and the planet behind.
General Hammond met them at the bottom of the ramp. "Is that everyone, Colonel?" he
asked.
"Yes Sir," came the tired, breathless reply.
"What happened?"
"Well, Sir, we fought the Goa'uld and escaped by the
skin of our teeth. The two most powerful
Goa'uld System Lords have now teamed up to destroy us. I got to fish. Teal'c got to learn ancient Greek, and Daniel
and Carter got married and can now read each other's minds. All in all, a normal few days for us."
Jack smiled at all of the bewildered expressions from the
members of the SGC who were in hearing range of his comments. He led his team out of the Gateroom and down
the hall to the Infirmary, chuckling to himself as he thought about how
interesting this debriefing was going to be.
And about how fast the money was going to exchange hands over Carter and
Daniel.
*
Two hours later, SG-1 sat around the briefing table with
Doctor Frasier and General Hammond.
Teal'c had few bruises and scratches on him, but they were healing
nicely. Jack's right forearm was
bandaged up, cut deeply from flying shrapnel from a staff blast. He had another, smaller bandage on his left
cheek, presumably from a similar blast.
Daniel, surprisingly, was unharmed, not a mark on him, where he was
usually the one most seriously hurt.
Sam's left ankle was bandages up, sprained from her fall, her hands
lightly wrapped to protect the burned skin, her face shiny from the antiseptic
burn cream, and she still had sunglasses on, her eyes still sensitive to the
light. Janet wasn't sure the extent of
the damage to Sam's eyes, but was hopeful that it was only temporary, brought
on by the trauma of the explosion and the bright lights flashing when the
beacon shorted out.
Hammond turned to Jack and waited for him to begin an
explanation. "Well, Sir, it seems
that Ares and Anubis are tag teaming it against us now."
"How much danger are we in?" he asked his
favorite team, feeling relief that they were all safe, but also dread from what
they were telling him.
"Considerable," Teal'c responded. "Anubis and Ares are the strongest of
the System Lords, now that Zeus is dead.
Having them create an alliance will bring about a worse result than if
one of them controlled all other System Lords."
"We have to get the To'ra, the rebel Jaffa, and any
of our other allies to help us bring them down," Jack said quietly. "Or we'll be wiped out."
Daniel sat up straight.
"That planet, the one we were just on, was called Gaea," he
told everyone.
"Like mother earth?" Sam asked "As in the Gaea hypothesis?"
Daniel turned to her and smiled brightly. He should have known that she would have
heard of the Gaea hypothesis and know exactly what this meant. "Yeah, I think so. Apparently Zeus brought those people to Gaea
for their safety. It was written that
the planet would provide for them and would protect them by destroying any
Goa'uld who found it."
"Wait a minute, slow down," Jack
interjected. "What's this Gaea
hypnosis?"
"Hypothesis.
It states that the Earth is a living organism with its own thoughts and
feelings," Daniel supplied.
"So that planet we just narrowly escaped from is
alive?" Jack asked skeptically.
"I don't know, Daniel..."
"We have to go back and find out. It said that the planet can destroy the
Goa'uld," Daniel said in earnest.
"When you are all well we can discuss a return
mission. Though I share Colonel
O'Neill's skepticism over this living planet, I am also open to the possibility
that you are correct, Doctor Jackson.
And if this planet really has the power to destroy the
Goa'uld..." General Hammond stopped
there, letting his words sink in. Then,
hoping to break the dark could that was sitting over them, he turned to Daniel
and Sam, who were sitting together, heads bend down to face the table, and the
General was sure, holding hands underneath it.
"Married?"
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note: This ends the first story. I have an idea for a sequel in mind. I figure I can't just leave it like this,
with the two most powerful Goa'ulds joining forces and with the discovery of a
possibly living planet with the power to destroy the Goa'uld. For all who read this story, I hope you
enjoyed it, and look for the sequel, hopefully coming soon. Feel free to e-mail me with comments or
suggestions. They may come in
handy. caffeinenut@hotmail.com