Chapter 2:

"TAMI RUN!" Tami had never heard her father scream like that before. She ran through the woods, away from the Jaffa fighting SG-1. Suddenly, a fist plowed into the side of her head and she lost consciousness.

When she came to she found herself in a cell; a guarded cell. Her eyes widened as she looked up at the huge Jaffa with his staff weapon, his face covered. By the metal serpent head covering, she decided he must be one of Apophis' evil minions, as her father had so jokingly nicknamed them. Her father! Where was he? Was he captured as well? Did he even know that she had been captured? The questions whirled through her mind.

"I thought I said to bring me a Tau'ri! This is a child!" A loud echo-y sounding voice reached her ears. She looked up. A man was staring at her. The man that had spoken was dressed in all gold and had a Goa'uld ribbon device on his arm and hand. This must be Apophis.

"My lord Apophis, our spy reported that she was Tau'ri. And she was with the Tau'ri commander, O'Neill." A Jaffa said.

"How can we be certain that she is Tau'ri?" Apophis demanded; his gaze boring into hers. Tami did not look away. Apophis glowered at her and then swept away.

"SNAKE-HEAD!" Tami yelled after him. He paused at the end of the corridor and whirled around.

"Jaffa Kree! Put her to work in the kitchens, make sure she works." Apophis then whirled around in a flurry of robes and walked off. The Jaffa grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. She was then dragged to what were obviously the kitchens. He dragged her in and she noted that about 2 dozen women looked up. One approached.

"Jaffa... Who is this?" She asked. She had hair white with age and beautiful sky blue eyes.

"Apophis has ordered for her to be put to work here. Make sure she works." The Jaffa answered gruffly. He roughly pushed Tami towards the woman and then left.

The woman turned towards Tami. "Hello... my name is Adana. What is yours?"

"Tami." Tami answered softly, Adana seemed nice. The woman smiled at her.

Tami had been working in the kitchens for 3 months before she heard the story of the Tok'ra. It was Kameka, another servant, who told her. Later that night, Tami lay in her makeshift bed and wished to one day meet a Tok'ra, they sounded... nice almost. Little did she know that in a few weeks time she would get her wish.

Tami groaned when she saw the work that she would have to do. Since she was only 13, she was smaller than everyone else and so people tended to give her the jobs that were in places hard to get to. Like washing the windows or cleaning behind Apophis' throne or even cleaning guest Goa'uld's rooms. Since she was so small, she was also less noticeable and for some strange reason, quieter than all the other servants so, therefore caused fewer distractions among the Goa'uld. They didn't really even notice her, and if they did, they usually ignored her, unless they needed something. She had gotten quite skilled at refusing the male Goa'uld requests for her to come and, er, play. Tami wasn't interested and she made sure they knew it, but she made sure in the most polite way possible. She had already gotten on the wrong side of Apophis and she didn't want to experience 'punishment' again. Tami shivered; she could still feel Apophis' ribbon device activating and slowly killing her. She had woken up in the sarcophagus and was taken back to the kitchens by a Jaffa. The topic was never talked about by any of the servants and for that, Tami was grateful. Tami had learnt her lesson as well, do what you are told, and there will be no punishment; don't do what you are told, and punishment will happen.

Tami sighed; she hated cleaning guest Goa'ulds' rooms. It was always difficult, they had to have it perfect and some liked it certain ways, while others liked it differently. It was always a guessing game to see what a particular Goa'uld liked. Tami looked around, it looked pretty good. Suddenly, Metuchen bustled in; Tami stiffened. Metuchen was the Head of the Cleaning Apartment, or what Tami had affectionately termed the 'cleaners who exist only to torture and torment me by having me clean already clean surfaces and rooms until they shine'. Tami watched Metuchen look around for a few minutes. Suddenly, Metuchen whirled around.

"Impressive, we have a room that has been cleaned from top to bottom. Good Job... Tomoki." Metuchen said.

"It's Tami."

"Ok, Tamika." Metuchen said, bustling out. Tami sighed; Metuchen always messed up her name. Tami resisted the impulse to roll her eyes and picked up her cleaning supplies and left the room.