Chapter 1

"I do," Alex remembered the day that she and Scott had been married perfectly. Her fantasy was quickly interrupted when Cameron Mitchell had tripped over her out-stretched legs. She awoke abruptly and realized that she was resting on Scott's shoulder, trapped in a small cell on Ba'al's hat'ack vessel.

Ba'al was a powerful gou'ald, and was the last remaining system lord. All of the other system lords had been wiped out by Alex Rivers and her team. Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell, her Commanding Officer. Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter, Cam's second in command. Then there was her, Lieutenant Colonel Alex Rivers. Her full name was Alexandria Rivers, but she has always despised that name. Her husband, Major Scott Davids, she decided not to take his last name because everyone in the military already knew her as Rivers. Her older brother, Dr. Daniel Jackson, he had a PhD in archeology, as did his little sister, but she went by colonel. Last, but certainly not least is, Teal'c. He was the first prime of Apophis, his most loyal Jaffa. Jaffa's work as incubators for the Gou'ald, they depend on them for their life. But, Teal'c had solved that problem when he joined the Tau'ri, or humans of Earth.

The Gou'ald, were parasites that infested the hosts body and took over leaving the host's consciousness dormant inside the body until the gou'ald dies or his removed. If the gou'ald dies and the host does not parish along with it, it releases a deadly toxin in the body insuring the host's death. On the flip side of that though, the Gou'ald have and opposite, the Tok'ra. They are parasites like the Gou'ald, but they share the body with the host, and only take willing hosts. The body is shared between the two consciousnesses. When the human or host talks the Tok'ra consciousness is suppressed, and Vic Vera.

SG-1, Cameron's team, was now in the not so capable hands of Ba'al's forces. They sat in the cell waiting for the rescue team from the SGC, the base that all of the SG teams operate from. The facility is run by General Jack O'Neill. He was former leader of SG-1, before he was promoted to General and Mitchell took over for him. Alex and Scott had been recently married, but had dated for quite a while before he finally had the nerve to ask her to marry him. When Alex said yes, they were married six months later. This was their first mission back after their leave.

Alex now laid up again her husband and was drifting in and out of consciousness, due to a concussion she had received while they were dragged up to the cell. Scott had his arm around his wife's shoulders and she was resting as comfortably as she could on the hard cement floor of the cell. Alex and Scott were young to be in the air force, and general's who had helped them along their journey to be where they were today, had bent many rules of the couple. They were both 23, they both joined the air force as Lieutenants when they were 14 years old. They had both excelled in school and Alex and her PhD in archeology and astrophysics by the time she graduated flight school, when she was 13. Scott had gone to college but only to prove to the air force that he was an acceptable candidate for the intense training. They both went to flight school together and excelled as pilots. When the opportunity arose for both of them to join the SGC they couldn't say yes fast enough. As they both laid there in the cell with metal bars and cement floor they almost regretted that they took the job 9 years ago.

"Hey, Sunshine," Colonel Mitchell said to Alex as he fell to the ground after tripping over her feet.

Alex simply replied with a moan, "Scott…"

"I'm here, sweetheart," Scott said as he bent down and kissed his wife on her forehead.

Alex snuggled closer to her husband and fell back asleep in his arms.

She slept soundly for hours on end until the serpent guard came into the cell, and plucked Scott out from underneath her. Her head hit in cement floor hard, abruptly waking her up from her slumber.

"Ow…" Alex complained, Cameron was the first at her side.

His hands were underneath her neck momentarily supporting her while she sat.

"Where's Scott?" Alex questioned her commanding officer.

"He was just taken from the cell, you in the ground hard, I think making your concussion worse." Cameron replied concerned, looking into Alex's eyes.

Alex rested her head on Cameron's shoulder, and quietly drifted off back into her deep slumber.

Several hours later, the same thing Cameron was taken from underneath Alex. When she felt the hard cement beneath her head once more, she moaned something inaudible to those around her.

"Hey, hey, hey," Scott said inching his way over to his wife.

Alex didn't even need to open her eyes to know who that was; she opened her eyes anyway just to make sure. Before she had a chance to say anything she was embraced in Scott's arms.
"Are you OK?" Alex asked Scott concerned, then she saw the dark bruise along the side of his face, "Oh my gosh, Scott!" she said gently touching the bruise, he flinched immediately her hand came in contact with the tender area of his face.

"I'm fine, at least I will be, don't worry," Scott said as he pulled her in closer to his body.

"Ok, as much as I am enjoying this little show," Sam started saying from the other side of the cell, "but, we really need to get out of here."

"Indeed." Teal'c said from the other side of the cell sitting next to Sam.

"I know, but I don't think Alex is up for really anything right now, unless we carry her." Scott said stroking the back of his wife's head.

"We've done it before." Sam replied aggravated.

"Tired." Alex moaned, muffled by Scott's shoulder.

"I know, sweetheart," Scott said feeling sympathy for his mate, "We are working on a way to get out of here."

Scott could feel all the muscles in Alex's body relax as she drifted off back to sleep.

It was another several hours before Colonel Mitchell was thrown back into the cell, and Teal'c was taken. Colonel Mitchell hit the ground hard and was knocked unconscious. While the team waited for Teal'c to return and their leader to regain consciousness, Alex continued to drift in and out of a deep slumber.

When Teal'c returned, the serpent guard discreetly handed something to him, when he returned to the safety of the cell; he unclenched his fist and looked at what the guard had given him. The locator beacons. SG-1 was required to wear the locators so if the Odyssey, a high tech attack vessel that Earth manufactured, had to use the Asguard Beaming Technology, they could lock onto their life signs.

The guard had only given them one, but they could make do. Sam opened up the small compartment on the inside of the anklet, and activated the radio wave.

Colonel Paul Emerson, The commander of the Odyssey, was informed that one of their locator beacons was located and they were locking on and beaming them up to the bridge currently. Colonel Emerson rushed to the bridge, to find all of SG-1 holding onto the locator, well, Scott was holding onto the anklet, and had one of his arms around his wife, so she was beamed up as well.

"SG-1" Colonel Emerson said as they stood up and Scott picked up Alex and walked over to him, "Welcome to the Odyssey, I have to say it's good to hear from you."

"If you don't mind colonel, I think we are all going to go the infirmary." Sam said looking down at her feet and then at her cut and bruised hands.

"I insist, Colonel," Emerson replied and ordered on of the technicians to escort them to the infirmary.

On the way to the infirmary, the medical team met up with SG-1 with a gurney. Scott gently placed Alex down on it and they wheeled her off the infirmary.

"She's going to be ok, Scott," Mitchell said from behind him and patted him on his shoulder.

"I hope your, right." Scott replied bluntly.