Chapter 3

Not for one moment did Shelley ever believe that she would see him again. Just hoping that he would help her. She never bargained on this.

She looked at him. Daniel was wearing a white jumper. Looking smart for an ascended being.

"Why am I here?" she asked. "I assume you're the reason I'm in here."

"And I thought I was being subtle."

"Not when the idea just pops into your head. Are you going to tell me or do I have to keep looking for whatever it is?"

"What, no hello Daniel? How have you been Daniel?"

"Hello Daniel, how have you been?" she said sarcastically. She definitely was Jack O'Neill's sister.

Daniel smiled at her.

"Are you going to help me?" she asked.

There was a long pause before Daniel answered. She didn't even know why she had asked him. His response was always going to be the same.

"I can't Shelley, I'm sorry. We can't interfere." he said.

"Can't or won't?"

Shelley stood up, moving closer towards him, her curiosity getting the better of her. She reached out her hand and then stopped.

"Does it matter?" Daniel asked.

The redhead sighed heavily having become tired of his answering a question with a question. It was all very ascended being of him.

"Of course it matters. You can't because you're not supposed to interfere or you won't because..."

She wanted to finish that sentence but found herself scared. In front of her stood, legally, her husband.

"Because you're in love with her." Daniel finished for her.

Daniel found it difficult. His wife was in love with another woman. Of course he knew about Sam's feelings for Shelley and had always known. There wasn't anything he could do to change them. But he never thought they would be reciprocated. For the time he had been away, he hoped that Shelley would meet someone she could be happy with.

"Yes."

"It's because I can't interfere."

Shelley's eyes began letting her emotions show, as she began to cry.

"Daniel, this is Sam! You helped Jack and Teal'c. Why not her? Why not Sam?"

"Because she's a Goa'uld, Shelley. Any interference might change everything."

"Damned ancients and your holier than thou attitude. You could interfere you just choose not to in case it interrupts your own personal little world. You sit back, watching, letting the Goa'uld destroy everything. Even when it affects those you're supposed to care for."

"Shelley." he whispered.

"No Daniel. If you're not going to help me, just go." She said turning away.

She was angry. How could he have denied her help. As she turned back, she knew that he was gone. Shelley stared at the now empty space in front of her! Her wart breaking all over again.

Shelley closed her eyes, tiredness now taking over her body. Suddenly there was a noise behind her. From behind the desk, a small red notebook fell to the floor.

"Thank you." she whispered, to another empty room.

Jack stood in the middle of the room, watching as Jacob Carter made his way from the gate room, up the spiral staircase to the briefing room. He'd gone over it a million times in his head. How he could have fired a warning shot, missing her completely. But his hatred towards the Goa'uld had boiled to the surface. For what she had done to his sister and to Sam.

He turned his head as he heard Hammond and Jacob enter the room behind him. His body turned slowly. Jack looked at them, clear that the general had already filled him in on what had happened. The anguish on his face.

"Jacob." he said.

"What the hell happened, Jack?" he asked.

This was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do, he had told families that they'd lost a loved one but never anything like this.

"We had no idea there was a new Goa'uld out there. If we had we would have been more careful." Hammond said.

"That's why you're here. Do you know anything about this Goa'uld, Isis?"

"Jack...Jack..."

They all heard shouting coming from down the corridor, seeing Shelley running towards them. Still wearing Sam's coat over the infirmary gown, looking like an escaped mental patient.

"I thought I told you to go back to the infirmary." Jack said.

He looked down at the book she was holding in her hand. The same book that had fallen on the floor of Daniel's office. She stood there, holding it out to her brother and then looked around at Jacob.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked. "You don't look so good."

"I'm fine, I'm fine." she said, stuttering.

Something wasn't right and they could all see it. Jack took the notebook from her and opened it up.

"Daniel didn't believe that it was Isis you guys found in the canopic jar a few years ago. He believed it was one of her servants. She forced them to trade places."

"But Osiris was deffinitely in the other."

Shelley nodded.

"Yeah, turns out they weren't as devoted as everyone thought."

"Why didn't Daniel tell me this before?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask him."

Then she stopped, holding her head, beginning to feel dizzy.

"Jack! I don't... I don't..."

This time he didn't react quick enough to catch her as she fell to the floor. He raced over, checking her pulse.

"Get a medic!" he shouted.

Jacob stood over them, watching as Jack worried about his sister. Just as he was worried about his daughter. Hearing the news that Sam had been taken, again, as a host was unbearable. As a Tok'ra host, Jacob knew first hand how cruel and down right evil the Goa'uld could be. Especially to their hosts. Torturing them from the inside out. Reliving their past glories and the killings of countless innocents. Usually including the families of their hosts. He could only imagine what torture Isis was inflicting on his daughter.