A/N: Hello again. And here is the second chapter as promised. As always, I own nothing. And before you start reading- I'm going to answer a few questions asked.

Anthropos Agnostos:

1) Yes, they will still be part of the plot. The general plot will stay the same but I will only try and make the story better.

2) I wrote the original story quite a while ago, and then when I recently read over it I was horrified, so, in short, yes I am going to get rid of all the dead end plots and things like that.

3) And I am probably going to cut the Russians out of the story, but if I don't then yes I am giving them real names.

4) I am not sure about my other stories. I do have three options though. One, I will scrap them and hand them to someone else who wants to finish them. Two, I will reboot them. Or three, I will just stop making them and only focus on The Burdens of a Miracle Worker and Turn of Events- redone.

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Danielle stood still. Not because she wanted to, not because she felt like she had to, but because she was forced to. There were no other options. She simply couldn't move.

And it scared the hell out of her.

She could anticipate that her heart would start to pound, sweat would start to form on her brow, and that she would start to breath less evenly. Yet, none of these things happened. Nothing happened at all.

Then she sat down. But she didn't. Danielle didn't think to sit down, she did't want to sit down or even have to. She was forced to.

She wasn't breathing. She could feel her chest moving up and down with the rhythm of her breaths, but she wan't breathing.

Then she heard it. A voice. It was soft and comforting. But it was forced. Danielle could hear that much. Dani was trained to hear it, her ears tuned to the sounds of false words. These weren't false but the tone was.

"Danielle Jackson. It is nice to meet you."

Dani tried looking around for the noise but she couldn't. She sighed. But… she didn't.

"Danielle, I am in your mind."

She was a linguist. And yet, she couldn't see a way to communicate with… with this voice while she was immobilized like this. So she said nothing.

"Danielle, you may think of what you must say, and I shall hear."

Being skeptical, at least a little bit, was in the job description. Yet, she could see no other option. She was again forced into complying.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Nathifa."

Danielle thought on that for a minute, but could think of no one by that name. So she tried again, asking a question that she had never before asked in her life before the stargate program.

"What are you?"

"I am a symbiote."

Danielle's mind began to race at that. She put two and two together. Somehow, someplace, she had acquired this symbiote. She was in a cell. At the SGC. That meant she was an enemy. The Tok'ra used the term symbiote. However, Danielle had been label an enemy. That meant… Goa'uld.

If she could, she would hyperventilate. That would be the answer for everything. She couldn't move, she could hear a voice, she was unable to do anything herself. She was a host. An unwilling host.

"How…"

"My host was killed by Jaffa."

"Get… just… get out. Get out now! Leave me the hell alone!"

No, no no. This could not be happening. It couldn't. It just couldn't. It never could. Nothing like this had happened since Kawalsky. Nothing at all. Snake free. But now… now it had happened here. The threat had hit home.

"I cannot, Danielle. I shall give you control, though."

Cold swept through her. She shivered. Actually shivered. Her. Danielle Jackson.

She stood up.

"No…" She muttered, "No, this is, this isn't right. What are you doing? What's your angle?" She cried out to the empty room, clawing at the back of her neck and pacing.

"I am Tok'ra."

"No, no. It's a trick. It has to be! You're tricking me!" She started hyperventilating, "This isn't right! It's not right." Sweat tricked down her forehead, "What are you doing? Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Danielle, calm down."

"No!" She shrieked, "No, you can't make me. Don't make me!" Her yells turned into pleads, "Don't make me. Get out, please just get out!' She slammed the side of her fist against the wall, "Get out!"

"Calm down, Danielle. You have to stay calm."

"No! Just get out! Please get out!" Her voice cracked into a sob and tears poured down her face, "Just get out! Please-" She sobbed again, sliding down the wall, "Get out."

"It's alright."

Danielle held back another sob and wiped the back of her hand across her tear-streaked face, lifting her glasses slightly. She realized her vision was strangely bent. Blurry. She snatched her glasses off her face and the world came into full focus. The snake had healed her eyes. She didn't need glasses any more. She had needed them her entire life, since she was a small child. The realization came with fresh tears as they spilled down her cheeks, leaving stinging trails behind them. She was silent this time, letting the tears drip onto the floor with a strangely soothing splat noise.

"Who are you really?" Dani whispered brokenly.

"I am a Tok'ra. I was undercover."

Dani shook her head, her strained hair tie finally snapping and letting her slightly curly hair fall loose, "You're lying."

"I am not."

"I don't believe you."

The voice fell silent, and Danielle bit her lip and fought the urge to cry. Cry for help, for her team, for anyone. Danielle curled her knees up to her chest and settled her head on top of them.

A single tear streaked down her face, "I- I don't believe you."

She stayed that way for a while, saying nothing at all. The… thing didn't say anything either, and Dani was just fine with that.

The Goa'uld were an ever-present threat. And now she had one imbedded in her mind. It had free access to all of her knowledge and thoughts. Everything. It was also quite clever, trying to trick her into believing it was a Tok'ra. She refused to fall for it. And yet… Dani could feel her curiosity peaking. She had to know.

"If you're a Tok'ra…" Dani moistened her lips, "Prove it."

"How would you suggest I do that?"

"If I can get the attention of the guard and have them bring a symbiote tank down here, you release me, go into the tank, and we can give you back to the Tok'ra."

"I cannot."

"Well why the hell not? You're refusing to drop your Tok'ra facade, and yet you won't release an unwilling host."

"I… it is complicated."

"Try me." Danielle snarled.

"When my host was shot, I was about to die. I would have died with her and I still have… unfinished business with my mission and the Tok'ra. I needed to survive."

"Unfinished business?"

"I have some information about Apophis I need to relay to the high council."

"Ok, continue."

"So I transfered to you in haste-"

She could feel her heart start to pound. She could see it, see it all. The dim chamber, Sam and Jack yelling in the background over the constant, rattling fire of the P-90s. A twisted, double-toned yell that scratched at her ears and made her wince. What came from the duel tone was never good. But she turned, looking at the falling host. She ran over, yelling something about covering her. The answering rattles of guns told her that they heard. She could feel the heaviness of her steps vibrating up her legs, her heart pounding in her ears in syntonization with her steps. She saw the host. When she spoke there were no double tones. It was just a human woman. She said words that Dani could barely make out as she focused on the way she twitched, the way she acted. She was uncomfortable. And then her mouth opened and Dani saw the reason for her discomfort. The symbiote shot out of her, writhing and squirming. It came toward Dani. She could hear the ear-splitting shriek, the arched fins, spread in a show of dominance. Danielle's worst nightmare had come alive, haunting her no longer in her dreams, but in her waking hours. She could feel it as it went into her. Pain begin and she felt like screaming, but she couldn't. She might hear the double tone in her voice. The vibration that brought millions across the universe to their knees. The voice that always seemed to find her, no matter when or where. You can't hide from nightmares, Danielle had learned that lesson long ago, but she was learning that maybe you couldn't hide from your fears either.

"-and then I was knocked unconscious."

Danielle could feel her frustration bubbling up and she shook off her vision. Memories could wait, this could not, "So what? Why can't you let me go?"

"Because the process was completed by muscle memory. I was unconscious, and when I blended with you it was my primal responses that guided me. My survival instances, not my actual sense."

"Get to the point…" She began to feel nervous, her heart beats pulsing increasingly irregularly.

"Originally, if I was a Goa'uld-"

"Still haven't ruled that out yet."

"-If I was a Goa'uld, I would have blended for survival. That means not being able to be removed."

"But if you claim to be Tok'ra then-"

"My primal instances took over while I was unconscious! I had no choice in the matter. If I am removed, it will kill us both."

Silence. Complete and utter silence. Danielle could feel the pressure bearing down on her, pressing her farther into the cold, grey wall. A piece of hair drifted over into her line of sight, but she didn't care. The hair could be fixed. This could not. If Nathifa was a Tok'ra, maybe it wouldn't be as horrible as it possibly could be, but as a Goa'uld she would be considered an atrocity. Dani had spent her entire time in the program fighting to destroy the atrocities that threatened her planet and her universe. Yet, it seemed that the universe had a need for karmic revenge, only instead of dishing it out to the "bad guys" it decided that she needed some extra misery in her life.

Of course, if it turned out that she wasn't a complete atrocity and was hosting a Tok'ra, then life would be better. So many people hated or were starting to hate the Tok'ra, and those people included almost the entire base as well as her team. If Nathifa could not be removed without the consequence of death, how could she ever return to normal? She couldn't. Her life would be twisted beyond repair, thrown into a state of anarchy and chaos. Danielle's team was her family. Still, she could see them pushing her away, everyone pushing her away, because she was a host.

Either way was a loose-loose situation.

Either way, her life as she knew it was over.

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A/N: For those of you about to review, I thank you.