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Chapter 2

Samantha Carter felt extremely lucky to be alive at the moment. The staff blast had killed her instantly, or so she supposed, and waking up in a sarcophagus had been a bit of a shock. Not that it hadn't happened before, but she hadn't been in a situation where she would have thought that anyone would care to revive her.

The downside, though, was that now she was in enemy hands, and she didn't even know which Goa'uld it was yet. Teal'c hadn't been able to identify the forehead tattoo these jaffa sported. Right now a few of those same jaffa were herding her down one of the corridors of their base here. It looked just like the innards of any other Goa'uld ship or structure, and as usual there were no windows. She had no idea exactly where she was or how far from the stargate she was. For all she knew she could even be on another planet.

But at least she was alive.

The jaffa finally turned through a doorway on the left and led her into a small, ornately decorated room. Lit sconces hung in rows on the walls, and in the center two stone pillars stood on either side of some kind of platform table or altar, or...uh oh.

Just as Carter's eyebrows made a jump for the ceiling, an overly dressed woman strode from behind a curtain on the opposite side of the room. The presiding Goa'uld, Sam assumed. The woman had long black hair and wore the usual Ancient Egyptian finery and gold, had the right attitude about her…Now she was approaching the entering party, and--yep, she was Goa'uld all right. There went the glowing eyes.

"What's going on?" Carter demanded. But she got no answer.

"Who are you?" she asked finally, after slowly circling the human once or twice.

Sam kept her mouth shut.

The Goa'uld raised an eyebrow at her, but then smiled. "No matter; I will find out soon enough."

Carter glared. "What is that supposed to-"

"She is satisfactory," the Goa'uld said suddenly, interrupting her as if she hadn't even been speaking. At this the jaffa surrounding Sam nodded and picked her up off the ground. It was then that the major saw that the table or whatever it was had built-in restraints. That was also when she realized for certain what was going on.

"NO!" she shouted. Immediately Carter started kicking and squirming, determined not to let the Goa'uld have her way. "Let me GO!"

The jaffa slammed her down onto the table, momentarily knocking the wind out of her--which, allowed them to snap the restraints around her wrists and ankles. Crap.

"No!" she cried again, struggling uselessly. The binding were metal and attached to the tabletop; she wasn't going anywhere.

The Goa'uld stepped over to the edge of the table and smirked down at her.

"Don't do this!" Sam protested.

The woman's eyes flashed at her. "There is no point in resisting, Tau'ri. It will only make the process more difficult and painful."

"What do you need me for!"

"If you know how to use the stargates once again, surely you know of the current goings on in this galaxy--of the system lords."

"You don't?"

The Goa'uld didn't answer, but stepped away. Sam couldn't see her anymore, but after a moment she heard a thump and high-pitched screeching noise--a sound she knew all too well.

"NO!" Carter yelled, struggling anew. "You can't DO this! Let me GO! LET ME GO!"

A jaffa came into view, looking like he was holding something but from where she was Sam couldn't see it. She didn't need to. She knew what it was.

"NOO!" she screamed.

Seconds later, a piercing pain assaulted the back of her neck, and Carter's back arched as she screamed. It didn't last long before it was too much and Sam collapsed, darkness dropping.

Daniel gasped as light returned. He opened his eyes to find himself lying in a Goa'uld sarcophagus and sat up quickly. Looking nervously around, he climbed out and landed lightly on the ground. He glanced down at the two holes in his shirt and jacket where skin showed--newly healed skin. He'd been dead again, hadn't he? And where was he now anyway? It was obviously a Goa'uld facility. Probably it was the base of the jaffa here, and whatever Goa'uld they served.

Sighing, he looked around the room. There was only one apparent door so he headed that way, but before he could get there it opened and a few jaffa came through the doorway. Crap. Too late.

Daniel stopped in his tracks and stood where he was, watching them come in. frowning slightly. The jaffa stopped just inside on either side of the door, and didn't seem to be coming for him. He assumed that meant that someone was behind them. Sure enough, a moment later someone else came into view and in walked…Sam. Alive.

"Sam!" Daniel cried in happy surprise. Relief flooded his being. Without thinking he ran the remaining distance between them and threw his arms around her. "Sam, thank goodness! You were dead; I was afraid--"

He was cut off when Carter stepped back and pushed him away sharply. Daniel stumbled back a step and looked her strangely. Her face was impassive. Only a hint of annoyance showed through the façade. "Sam…?"

"Do not touch me, Tau'ri." The voice was deep, duel and gravely. There was only one way it could have sounded that way.

Jackson froze, his throat suddenly clogged, staring at his friend. Or was it his friend? No. Oh please, please let me be wrong. I have to be hearing things…But then she was scowling at him, and her eyes flared the orange-white of the Goa'uld.

"No," Daniel choked out. NO!

Sam's face smirked. "That is what your friend said. It did not help her."

The archaeologist swallowed hard. "No," he repeated. "You can't have her. Give her back," he demanded. There was little or no chance that would help any, but he wasn't going to just stand here and let a snake keep one of his best friends trapped in her own body.

"I have no reason to listen to you. I needed a new host, and your friend provided a more than suitable replacement. I would not fight it, Doctor Jackson. You cannot help Samantha Carter now."

Daniel stared at her, alarmed.

"Yes, I know your name, and hers. I have already begun to glean information from her mind."

"Sam will never let you anywhere near anything important," Jackson spat angrily.

There was that smirk again; that superior Goa'uld smirk. He hadn't been prepared the first time, but now it hurt horribly to see it on his friend's face. I'll get you out, Sam, I swear I will. I won't let this thing trap you forever. I won't let you stay this way. Daniel felt sudden tears stinging his eyes and blinked them back quickly, before the Goa'uld could see them.

"Perhaps not willingly," she answered. "But I am Sekhmet. I will find what I seek--one way or another."

Sekhmet; Ancient Egyptian goddess of war. That made perfect sense. Her jaffa were some of the most skilled they had ever come across. But he had never heard of this particular Goa'uld before though.

Two of the jaffa grabbed him by either arm, shaking him from his thoughts when they started to steer him toward the door.

"Wait! Where is Teal'c?"

"He is being questioned."

"Questioned?!" In Daniel's experience, when it came to the Goa'uld, being 'questioned' was never a good thing.

Sekhmet started to look a bit annoyed, and shifted her attention to her jaffa. "Put him away. I will send for him later." That didn't sound good either.

Daniel struggled to stay even as the jaffa dragged him out the door. "No! Leave Teal'c alone! Give Sam back! STOP! SAAM!" When he managed to look back, for a second or so he was sure he saw Sam's face shift from smug indifference to alarm, but it was back to Goa'uld smugness before he could be sure.

The jaffa succeeded in getting him out into the corridor then, and the door shut behind him. Jackson was brought down the corridor and into another where several holding cells sat side by side. The jaffa shoved him unceremoniously into one of them and closed its door before leaving him.

Once they were gone Daniel hurried up to the door and futilely pounded on it, but of course it didn't open. It didn't help at all. But he kept pounding.

"NO!" he shouted, with no one close enough to hear. Tears were burning in Daniel's eyes again, and this time he didn't fight them. "Sam!" Angrily he spun and kicked the wall next to him, punched it a couple of times, then turned around again and sank to the floor with his back to it.

"No," he whispered, chest heaving. "Sam…" he closed his eyes and a few of his gathered tears slipped down his cheeks. Quietly Daniel pulled his knees up and rested his head in his hands, letting them fall.