Ante Terra

Disclaimer: I do not own SG-1…. If I did… there would be a lot of bad things happening to Daniel… well more than there are! I hurt the ones I love. Sorry, this is a slight self-insert and I will hopefully kill myself if she is a Mary-Sue. First time SG-1 fanfiction here. The only thing I own is Moswen and a few others that you will get to know later.

Warnings: AU, implication of procreation

Notes: This is an AU collaboration fanfic with Mea-Ryann. Sha're was pregnant when she was turned into a Goa'uld host (she didn't show much and didn't suffer morning sickness- this has occurred in pregnancies, some have given birth without even knowing they were pregnant). This focuses more on Daniel's and Sha're's child, and also happens earlier in the timeline than Filiae Terrae et Astrorum. It will run alongside FTeA and show different events occasionally. You get a different point of view here. Reading both together would probably be best, but is not necessary. The story begins a year after Stargate the movie and will jump to the first season, then continue on.

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Chapter 1

Heat. Sweat. Pleasure. The desert wind caressing tanned and moon-white skin entwined. Twisted curls flowing into soft brown. Blue eyes meet hers. A flash of white brings her into a safe embrace. Daniel's tired but pleased face nuzzled her neck, trailing kisses toward her lips. A soft sigh escaped her, as her husband pulled the blanket over their connected bodies. An exhausted giggle escaped her at the ticklish sensation of her husband clinging to her like a child. The cuddling was not unwanted, but always a surprise and pleasant reminder of the Tau'ri's adorably boyish nature. She laid her head over his heart as they both settled and soon found its rhythm lulling her to sleep. Affectionate mumbles were the last thing she remembered.

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Long dark curls cascaded down an elegant neck of spiced brown skin, weaving around gold encrusted jewels, and swaying in the light breeze of mechanically circulated air. The golden bedroom was a room fit for a King- no a God, with what seemed to be gold paint on every surface and intricate hieroglyphs carved into the walls and even some of the Egyptian-styled furniture. Extravagant silks and velvets draped the large feather bed pooling onto the floor. A see-through silk canopy was pushed to the side revealing the Abydonian turned goddess lounging against pillows and fabrics. The slight mound of dark cinnamon abdomen was bare of her light garb Apophis enjoyed removing so much. A frown marred the beautiful image of the Goa'uld goddess, as she lightly stroked her abdomen. Amaunet sneered as her host fought to run from her new realm.

If you haven't been able to free yourself in a month, then you cannot do so. It is futile for you to try Sha're. Why not go back to sleep, as I am not in a mood to deal with you right now. This has been quite a disappointing surprise for me as well.

The woman's face twitched, as she found her stolen body jerk at the caressing hand from the new treasure. Amaunet let out a low growl at her troublesome host.

I honored you with my choice; it would be wise to cease these tantrums! This is my body now, the body of a goddess. Be happy in the gift I have given you and silence yourself.

The Goa'uld's stolen form snarled before returning to its sharp frown.

I will only be happy when I am free from you, you thief! You have stolen my body and forced me to be with that monster!

SILENCE! I grow tired of your childish moaning… It is not wise to defy a Goddess. Especially since you have a little parasite inside us both. Do you know there is a simple way for me to… take care of this little problem?

An evil smile spread across Amaunet's face, as she felt her host's horror pierce through her chest. The delicate hand again traced the slight curve, as the Goa'uld taunted her host.

At any moment I can be free of this abomination, would you like that Sha're? It takes very little effort you know. I coul-

No! Please- please Amaunet! Don't harm my child. I won't fight you- I'll submit, just don't harm her!

An aristocratic smirk soon appeared as her head tilted slowly to the right. Sha're had surrendered; Amaunet basked in the defeated air and stilled her hand on the slightly showing stomach. She knew Apophis would take a little convincing, but the male depended on her giving her the upper hand.

Dear Sha're, don't be so upset. Your little whelp shall be born… as long as you stop struggling. Now be a good little host and let me talk to my Lord. He has suspected something is amiss and we don't want to surprise him too much.

The world seemed to dim as darkness paralyzed Sha're's mind giving her little strength to fight against the Goa'uld controlling her body. Flashes came to her randomly as whispers reached her mind.

"The host is with child? Jackson…? …. rid of it!.... our plan."

"No… keep it… else…."

"Amaunet, …. Why? No …. idea for this?"

"..phis, think …. future? Jackson's spawn crushed before you…. A slave … groveling... or… host to our children."

The images left a sick feeling, especially as she heard Amaunet's suggestion of her child being anything of Apophis'.

Please, don't give her to him.

Will you behave?

Yes… my queen.

Amaunet smiled as she led her Lord to agree.

"You are most wise Apophis; such a bargaining chip will be invaluable against Jackson, O'Neill, and the Shova. Come let us celebrate in my chambers…"