A new Stargate SG-1 fic! I know I know, I need to work on my Two Towers one and some of my Sailor Moon fics but this idea came to me when I was watching the SG-1 marathon today on SciFi. This is just a prequel and I wanted to get this out. Also have no idea on where this story will go. Just figured I'd get it started.

NOTE! I've retooled the prequel, lengthened it some. The chapters should be coming soon I'm just happy people have liked it.

As usual I own nothing in the Stargate world.

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Captain Samantha Carter watched as Apophis' last breath rattled from his chest. Nearly two years of dealing with the Gou'ald and the constant thinking of was he alive, was he dead... Finally they knew. But if what Martouf and Lantesh said was true, Apophis might not stay dead for long. Not that Sam cared. She just wanted him to stay dead and/or gone.

She watched as Janet pulled the blanket over Apophis' dead body. There had been a slight scare earlier as Janet had gotten a bit too close for comfort to the dying Gou'ald but a quick scan at the insistance of Jack proved she was fine. Carter let a slow breath out and watched as Daniel finished the funeral rites from ancient Egypt for the host. She felt bad for the old scribe. She wondered what kind of life he would have led if Apophis had never taken him as a host. Would the world have been different? It was an interesting question to say the least.

When everything was finished, Teal'c carried the body to the Stargate. They had finally been able to dial out and as such, had deemed it necessary to send Apophis' body back through the Stargate to Sokar. She stood on the ramp with Teal'c and the others, helping the body to go through. That was, until, she went to pull back and her jacket got caught on the clasps holding the blanket around Apophis' corpse. She tried to get the jacket off as the body was pulled through but it was no use. The last thing she saw was Jack and Teal'c reaching for her hand but due to the sweat, it slipped through and she was gone.

Blinking as she was suddenly in a dark and hellish decorated palace, she was immediately seized by several Jaffa. She was dragged to a throne chamber and shoved to her knees. She struggled and blinked at seeing the figure on the throne. The cloaked figure lowered the hood and smirked at her. Sam was very aware of Apophis' words to her. She did not flinch though.

"You do not seem to fear me..." Sokar said.

Sam swallowed. "I've dealt with worst..."

He chuckled. "You have spirit...I like that.." Motioning to the guards, they carried Sam away, locking her in a cell.

She began trying to find a way out of the room but there were no windows and no other doors aside from the one she had been shoved through. With no way to get out and back to the Stargate, she began trying to find a way to fashion a weapon from what was in the room. But there was nothing. Just a barren room. Cursing, she searched her pockets and sighed when all she had was her Swiss Army Knife.

"Maybe if I had some gum and shoe string I could MacGyver my way out of this..." she muttered. Moving to the walls, she tried looking for a secret passageway. She doubted she would but it was worth a shot after all. After several hours of checking the walls, floors, and attempts at checking the ceiling, she curled up in a corner. It had been hours since she had been pulled through. Sam had faith that the guys at the SGC would be trying to find a way to rescue her but going directly into Sokar's homeworld was just suicide. Which meant she was on her own. She closed her eyes to try and get some sleep.

Hours passed and noises outside the door roused the Air Force Captain. Pushing herself up, she warily watched as the Jaffa enter the room. As one approached her, she began fighting him only to get a pain stick in the back. She cried out in pain and fell to her knees. The Jaffa leaned down and grabbed her before dragging her out.

Sam began struggling in the Jaffa's grasp. She was pulled into an elaborately decorated room and tied down face first to a table. She still struggled but it was no use. Fear gripped her. She had a feeling of what was to happen next. She noted Sokar's appearance but her focus was on the door. Another Jaffa had entered the room. The Jaffa reached into the symbiote pouch and pulled the writhing, slimy Gou'ald out. Sam swallowed at the sight of the writhing snake-like parasite. She knew this would be far worse than what she had gone through with Jolinar. Jerking on the straps more violently, her shirt was ripped back, the back of her neck exposed. She felt a bit of weight on her back as the snake was placed on her back. Through her jacket and shirt she could feel it slithering up to her neck. She shuddered as bile rose in her throat. A scream ripped through her throat as the parasite tore its way through her skin to get to her spinal cord. She could feel it wrap around her spine and try to take control. Sam tried to fight the thing off as much as she could but in the end it was useless, just like Jolinar. But Jolinar had helped her whereas she knew that this thing would just use her.

Slowly her blue eyes opened and flared. Dutifully the Jaffa removed the restraints and she rose languidly to her feet. Sokar watched her as she sauntered over, shedding the jacket.

"Do you like your new host my queen?"

"She has a strong will but she is perfect," came the reply. Sokar smiled and fingered the blonde locks.

"I should revive the fool Apophis and thank him for giving me the perfect body for you Lilith."

Lilith smirked coldly. "According to this woman, Apophis is resourceful and cunning at surviving...it might be best to just let him rot." Sokar nodded and led Lilith away.

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I know not much but like I said this is just a prequel to get my idea off of the ground. Let me know what you all think of it. Hopefully that'll inspire me to continue with this fic and get my others finished (finally)!

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