Jack felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He looked up across the room at Teal'c and Jonas and the rest of SG7. He'd sat in his own corner for the last ten minutes, silently. No one said anything to him. They knew he was worried about Shelley and what was going to happen. Teal'c hadn't recognised any of the markings on the Jaffa nor on the priests who had taken away their colleagues.

There were voices around her, talking, crying, and screaming! Only one voice was clear enough for her to hear. The voice was familiar, comforting to her. 'I'm coming' It whispered.

Shelley's eyes opened slowly, the voices were finally disappearing. She was still in the room the Jaffa had brought her to. Her body felt different, her ankle didn't hurt anymore. But there was still something else, warmth that she hadn't felt for a few days, the heat from someone's body. Shelley moaned lightly as her eyes focussed on the figure standing next to her.

"Sam!"

Shelley looked more at her surroundings. She was lying on a large bed. The sheets were real silk; in reds and blues. Then the look at herself, dressed in something that left little to the imagination. It was black, with red fabric embroidered around the tight fitting bodice, which seemed to fit perfectly.

Her eyes drifted back up to look at Sam and smiled. The blonde stood silently, looking down at her.

"What happened?" she asked as she sat up.

Sam didn't say anything. A feeling of fear gripped Shelley, as Sam's eyes grew cold and glowed back at her.

Jack looked up at two Jaffa appeared in front of the cell and entered. They moved directly towards him and pulled him up.

"I think this is when they take me to their leader." he said.

One of the Jaffa looked around the cell. He stood in front of Jonas and pulled him up too.

Shelley got up off the bed quickly and ran to the corner of the room. Her whole body was shaking so much that she felt sick inside.

"Stay the hell away from me."

Sam/Goa'uld moved forward, the long dress she was wearing followed behind her, trailing along the floor of her chamber. There was a strange look on her face. Mixtures of concern with an underlining look of terror and menace. Shelley closed her eyes. That one voice began to fill her mind again. She could barely make it out or understand. She took a step forward, out of the corner.

The doors to the chamber opened and the two Jaffa, plus Jack and Jonas entered the room.

"Shelley!" Jack shouted.

Shelley looked up. Her anxiety was still plain on her face.

'Carter!"

The redhead shook her head and fell in a heap against the wall, several frightened tears falling down her face.

"It's not her Jack," she whispered. "It's not her."

Shelley fell back against the wall and sat on the floor, shaking. The woman standing in front of her began to turn slowly. The Jaffa pushed Jack and Jonas down onto the ground before her.

"Kneel before your queen!"

"Queen?" Jonas repeated.

She looked down at them, scowling at their ignorance.

"Isis." One of the Jaffa said.

Sam's eyes glowed white then faded. Jonas shook his head slowly.

"Isis is dead."

"You're mistaken." Isis answered.

Jack looked passed her and stared at his sister. Shelley was sitting in the corner, still in shock.

"If you hurt her, I'll…."

Jonas could feel Jack's anger.

"I did not harm her." Isis said.

The Goa'uld gestured to her guards and they strode across the room and picked up Shelley. They dragged her back to where the colonel and Jonas were kneeling and forced her down. Isis walked over to them. Slowly she looked down at Shelley. The redhead's eyes made contact then quickly looked away. Isis reached out her hand, bringing up Shelley's face to look at her again.

"You refuse to look upon your queen?"

"I see no queen," Shelley said. "I see a parasite that preys upon innocents."

Isis pushed Shelley away, making her fall back.

"Insolence."

Shelley was defiant. All she saw was this creature that had taken her lover by force.

"You will learn to worship your god!"

"I wouldn't count on that." Jack said.

Isis turned her back on them, the train of her dress following behind her. Jack looked at his sister. He couldn't tell how she was coping. It had been a shock. He had expected Shelley to be chosen. Maybe it would have been better for her if she had have been. Then she wouldn't have to go through this. He believed that Sam would have been able to handle these circumstances better.

"I expected more. The host did not resist, which disappointed me." Isis said.

The redhead looked away. The last thing she wanted to hear was that Sam had offered herself in Shelley's place.

"She's strong, she'll fight you," she said.

"Fool! You're mistaken. She was weak. Offering herself freely in your place. Pathetic creature," she hissed.

Shelley shook her head. In the years she had known her and the year she had loved her, Shelley had never known Sam be weak in anything.

"No matter what you say, I'll never believe that," she said.

Isis signalled to one of her Jaffa, who grabbed Shelley by the arm, forcing her down in front of his queen. The Goa'uld circled the redhead, letting her arm drape around her waist.

"I can see why my host finds you so fascinating."

She stood behind her, breathing down Shelley's neck, making her shiver. Her head kept telling her that it wasn't real. But feeling her body pressed against her, it all felt so terrifyingly real.

As she closed her eyes for a moment, she could hear that voice again. It was in her head. Probably a figment of her imagination or a product of whatever the Goa'uld had done to her before she had awoken.

Jack looked up at her, wondering what she was doing and what the Goa'uld was going to do with them all.

"I have very big plans for you," Isis said, whispering in Shelley's ear.

She turned to Jack and Jonas, delighting in their horror.

"Take them back to their cell. And take her to my bed chamber."

Jonas squirmed in the Jaffa's grip. He and Jack watched as they dragged Shelley away first. Watching as she still fought to get away. Struggling in vain.

"If you hurt her," Jack said.

Isis turned, smiling at them.

No matter how hard he tried, all he could see was Carter.

"I'd be more concerned about your own wellbeing than for hers," she said.

She turned, the long train of her gown flowing behind her, following the Jaffa out of the room. Part of Jack knew that whatever part of Sam was in there, she wouldn't let anything happen to his sister.

Shelley felt her body begin to shake as the Jaffa left her alone.

She sat on the edge of the bed, tears falling from her eyes as the enormity of the situation began to hit her. The one she loved was gone. Shelley hadn't been around when Sam had been host to Jolinar but they had talked about it. But she had been Tok'ra and not Goa'uld. The thought of it filled Shelley with dread. She didn't know what was going to happen. Only hoping that a rescue would come sooner rather than later. And that her brother had a plan.

Shelley wiped her tears away with the hem of the skirt she was wearing. Finding it far too frilly for her liking. The last thing she wanted was for the Goa'uld to see her crying. Needing to be strong for Sam! She was still in there, somewhere.

For some reason she thought about Daniel. It was strange that she should think about how he must have felt when Shar're was taken as a host. The total loss and devastation at not being able to do anything. The first night they had spent together, they had talked about Shar're and the Goa'uld and how the host can be conscious of their surroundings. And how that had scared him the most. That they could see all the horror they were inflicting on others and powerless to stop them. Shelley didn't want that for Sam, not again. Although this was different.

She looked around the room, trying to figure out if there was a way to escape. Shelley had only ever had basic training at the SGC, because she wasn't supposed to be in combat situations. SG7 was a science unit. They had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Shelley didn't want to be put in that situation again. It was time for her to make a stand.

Her head quickly looked back at the door as they were flung open. A startled Shelley stood, seeing Isis enter. But there was something different, she was carrying a p90, looking around in a panic.

"Shelley," she shouted. "Thank god you're okay," in her own voice.

Shelley stood, confused. Sam was still wearing the dress she had seen her/Isis wear only minutes before. Sam raced over, dropping the gun to her side as she reached out to touch Shelley's face.

"Did they hurt you?" she asked.

The redhead shook her head. She held Sam's hand in hers; trying to remember the last time they touched.

"I don't understand, how..."

"It doesn't matter."

"Baby," Shelley whispered.

Shelley moved away, looking around, making sure the Jaffa weren't outside. But they were nowhere to be seen.

"We have to get out of here before the Jaffa comes back. And we have to find Jack and the others,"

As she turned back, she noticed that Sam hadn't moved. Still standing by the bed with an extraordinary look on her face. A smirk that made Shelley very nervous.

"Sam?"

Isis shook her head.

"Guess again," she said, taunting Shelley. "Did you like my little game?"

Shelley was frozen to the spot.

"Why are you tormenting me like this? Why don't you just let us go? I'm sure we can find a willing host amongst your followers!" Shelley said.

"Because it's fun! Seeing your face, hearing her scream inside my head."

She finally moved her feet, walking the short distance towards the Goa'uld.

"Please, let her go. Take me, I won't resist you,"

Isis stood in front of her, looking her up and down.

"Humans are so fascinating. Willing to give yourself for another. For your lover. I hope that you are worth it."

Isis turned around picking something up from the table behind her. Shelley watched at it came into view, knowing what it was. Being familiar with it from the one occasion at the hands of the Shar're clone a few years earlier.

The Goa'uld's eyes widened and glowed as the panic on her captive's face sunk in.

"You know what this is?" she asked.

Shelley nodded.

"It's a torture device,"

Isis shook her head.

"I prefer to call it an incentive. You tell me what I want to know, or watch as the woman you love gives you a little incentive,"

Shelley's head tuned as two Jaffa entered the room from behind a secret panel in the wall. They forced her down by her shoulders, holding her tight.

"Now,". Isis said. "Where is Osiris?"

Shelley looked up at her, not having heard that name for a long time! Daniel had told her about Osiris and Sarah Gardner. How Osiris had chosen her as a host and not another man. But Sam already knew this. Why did she need Shelley to tell her.

"Sam knows about Osiris, then so should you? Why do you need me?"

"Wrong answer!" Isis said.

She reached out her hand, letting the ribbon device's energy flow. Shelley was consumed with intense pain. The Jaffa holding her in place, forcing her to take the pain. The redhead looked up, seeing Sam/Isis in front if her. Looking into her eyes, hoping to find the woman she loved was still in there, somewhere.

"I don't know where he is," Shelley said, trying not to collapse.

Isis removed her hand, letting Shelley breathe for a moment. For only a moment!

"I don't believe you," she said, resuming Shelley's torture at the hand of the ribbon device.

Shelley couldn't bear the pain any longer. Tears began to roll down her face.

"Please, stop... Please." she begged.

She lowered her head, not wanting to look at Isis any longer. Finding her face more unbearable than the pain. Isis had been right. Seeing the woman she loved inflicting such pain on her was more than she could stand.

"Then tell me where Osiris is!"

Isis' voice became loud and commanding. So loud, it made even the Jaffa shake.

"I DON'T KNOW," Shelley shouted back.

She didn't know where she had found the strength from. Shelley turned her head, now meeting her torturer's stare head on.

"You were married to Daniel Jackson. He knew Osiris' host. He would know where he is and he would have told you,"

Shelley shook her head.

"I don't know. Please you have to believe me. I don't know."

Isis looked down at her. Surprised by the young woman's resolve to lie to her.

"Perhaps you need a little more persuading."

Isis bent down to Shelley's level, pulling up her face to meet with hers. Pressing against her lips. Kissing her with heat. Shelley wanted to let the kiss continue. If Isis didn't speak then she could let herself believe that this was Sam Carter, her Sam. She responded, for a moment, kissing the Goa'uld back, before pulling away.

"No. "

Isis licked her lips, enjoying the thrill of kissing another woman.

"You will tell me what I want to know."

Isis' face became angry. She couldn't tolerate Shelley's defiance any longer. The energy from the ribbon device was more intense than before, making Shelley scream in pain.

"Sam, please. You have to fight her," Shelley said, sobbing uncontrollably.

But her cries fell on deaf ears, only making Isis more angry. The stream from the ribbon device grew even stronger than before.

"I'll make sure she sees you suffer before I kill you. And then bring you back and do it over again until you tell me what I want to know," Isis said, her eyes glowing.

Shelley could feel the life draining from her body. Feeling weak with every passing moment. One last blast from the ribbon device sent her body into shock.

"Sam... Please."

She fell back onto the floor, the pain unbearable.

Isis turned, hearing a commotion and staff weapon fire coming from the secret panel behind her. The two Jaffa that were guarding the entrance fell into the room, staff blasts to their bodies.

The two that were holding Shelley went to their aid. They heard more weapons fire. Not only staff weapon fire but earth technology, gun fire. In a few seconds they joined the other Jaffa on the floor of the chamber.

Isis moved back, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. Her eyes lit up as she saw Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill.

"Get the hell away from her," Jack shouted, pointing his zat at Isis.

Shelley looked up at hearing her brothers voice, barely able to recognise him before losing consciousness.

"Teal'c," O'Neill said, pointing towards his sister.

Teal'c knelt down, searching for a pulse.

"She is alive, O'Neill,"

"How did you escape?" Isis asked, turning her attention towards her intruders.

"Let's just say, your followers aren't as loyal as you think," he said.

"You may escape. My host will not," she said, her eyes glowing.

Jack had to make a choice. He looked at Sam/Isis, trying to differentiate between the two of them. What he saw in front of him was Samantha Carter but what she had done to his sister was pure evil, pure Goa'uld. His decision had been made for him. Jack nodded at Teal'c who picked up the unconcious redhead. Teal'c held her in his arms as he carried her towards the the entrance they had burst through moments earlier.

Jack stood in front of Isis, unsure of what to do. He had succeeded in rescuing his sister and SG7 but at what cost. He continued to watch her as he backed up to make his escape.

"Don't even think about it. I won't hesitate "

"Even with this host?" Isis asked.

"Carter would do the same thing if it was any one of us," Jack said as he disappeared.

"JAFFA," Isis screamed.

Several heavily armed guards poured into the room, going to the aid of their queen.

"Get them,"

Isis stomped her foot like a child. Pulling off the ribbon device from her hand and throwing it to the ground. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted. And then there was the constant noise in her head. Her host becoming more and more aware and more and more loud. Isis had lied to Shelley. Sam had indeed fought her. Was still fighting her.