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Disclaimer: I can't believe I'm writing a story where I have to say this but... I do not own the Simpsons. And I really don't want to.
A/N: Here you are. After another disappointing round of reviews, I decided to split this chapter up into two parts. If you are really nice, and send me lovely reviews begging me to update, I will might get the next part up on Saturday.
A huge thank you to those people who have reviewed. I really love you guys! Shout outs at the end of the story for everyone who reviews, okay?
This chapter contains torture, sadness, AND A CHARACTER DEATH. It's in caps so none of you can claim I didn't warn you. But don't panic, it isn't anyone in SG1.
Well, I've said to much. Enjoy the update.
There comes a time in every one's life when they know that their luck has run out. For Daniel Jackson, this had happened several times. Of course, most notably was his 'death'. So it really was no surprise that he would find himself in a situation of certain death again.
For most people this would be off putting. Daniel was no regular person. He had long ago devoted his life to uncovering the secrets of the universe, and if those secrets led to death, then that was that.
So, when Anise revealed herself as a servant of Ba'al, he reacted as he had many times before; calmly and diplomatically. Ignoring the fact that he had known the old Tok'ra, he walked forward, hands raised, desperately trying to defuse the situation.
'Anise' swung her arm towards him, the deadly hand device glowing as fiercely as ever before.
"Look, I know we've pissed you and Ba'al off majorly, but he is not a God, and killing us won't make that any less true." Daniel said. 'Anise' lowered her hand.
"No, but when you are dead, you will an example for those that defy their Lord Ba'al."
"Look, Anise, or whoever you are, we are worth more to Ba'al alive, and you know it!" By that time, Daniel was standing in front of Anise, staring her directly in the eyes. "You have served the Tok'ra for centuries, why has that changed?"
"SILENCE!" Anise flung her hand out sending Daniel flying towards the 'gate. "I have been shown the truth! The Goa'uld are supreme!"
At that moment, several Tok'ra appeared out of nowhere, reminding Daniel suspiciously of their first contact with the resistance. Three moved forwards to restrain Anise, holding her arms behind her back, and removing the hand device. A fourth stepped towards Daniel. He spoke as Reynolds and his team retrieved their weapons.
"I am sorry it took us so long, Dr Jackson. We were unsure of what your intentions were, nor those of Anise. You must forgive us for her behaviour."
"There is nothing you could have done." Daniel said. "Her behaviour is not her own, she has clearly been affected by Ba'al, during her capture."
"Yes, of course. Still, she is a member of the Tok'ra, we are responsible for her.
A yell prevented them from speaking any more. They spun, and faced Anise. She had freed herself from the Tok'ra holding her, and was currently pointing towards Daniel. In an instant he guessed what had happened, and when he spotted the small device attached to her hand, he knew he was correct.
"Get down!" He called, and pulled the shocked Tok'ra to the ground beside him. There was a rumble, and the ground shook from an explosion. When the sand settled, all they could see that was left of anise was a smouldering crater.
"Dr Jackson? What the hell just happened?" Reynolds asked.
"She was a Zatarc." Daniel replied. He pulled the crystal out of his pocket. "Her mission was to get this."
The Tok'ra and humans stood for a few moments staring at the ground where they had last seen Anise.
"Well, this certainly has been exciting but Dr Jackson, we have to get that back to the SGC as soon as possible. Cook, dial us home!" Reynolds ordered, moving off the 'Gate's elevated platform before the brilliant blue kawoosh enveloped the space above it.
He nodded at Dr Jackson, who entered the wormhole, followed by Teal'c then the rest of Reynolds' team.
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"Homer, Homer Simpson, he's the greatest guy in history. From the town of Springfield, he's about to hit a chestnut tree."
A blinding pain shot through Jack's hip as he sung, sending tendrils of heat through his side. Ba'al's eyes glowed in anger.
"Enough of this! You will answer me. What is the sequence of numbers to access the SGC?" He shouted, holding another knife up and pointed it at Jack. When Jack refused to answer, he let go of the knife, and it plunged into his chest, coming to a stop only a few inches from his heart. Jack just started laughing, ignoring the sharp pains it sent through his chest.
"Spider pig! Spider pig! Does whatever a spider pig does. Can he swing from a web? No he can't, cos he's a pig... Look out, he's a spider pig!" He sung, holding several notes at an unreasonable pitch just to irrated the already furious Goa'uld.
"Enough of this! You will bow in the presence of your god!!!!" Ba'al yelled once more, before releasing another knife, which pierced Jack's arm.
"Donuts! It's donuts!" Jack said. His rambling was becoming close to the babble of a crazy person, but he kept it up.
"What? What is 'donuts? What do they do?" Ba'al asked curiously, thinking he had finally cracked the insane human.
"Is there anything they cannot do?" Jack whispered in feigned reverence, before letting out a high pitched shriek with bubbled into more laughter. Ba'al let out an outraged cry, and throw a final knife towards Jack. It struck just below his heart, cutting into his lung.
"That is enough! You are in the presence of your god! You will end this behaviour or die!"
"You know what Ba'al? I've always wondered if there was a god. And now I know there is," Jack coughed out as his lungs gave out. "And it's me!"
His head fell limp, and Ba'al disengaged the gravity chamber. Jack fell heavily, caught by two Jaffa who carried him to the sarcophagus.
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Sam awoke in an empty cell, her neck sore and cramped. The first thing she noticed was that Jack was gone again. She swore internally. She'd seen firsthand the effect of the sarcophagus over an extended period of time, and knew that with every 'interrogation' Jack would lose a little more of himself.
She wasn't ready to let that happen. Not given everything he had said before they took him. How long ago was that? She couldn't think straight, her head pounding slightly on top of her sore neck.
She sat around in the cell for quite some time, her over active mind conjuring up all kinds of situations that Jack could be in. When she finally heard the sound of the Jaffa marching down the hall, she was sure that her heart was beating loud enough for them to hear at the Stargate.
Once the Jaffa had deposited Jack in the cell and marched away, Sam hurried to his side. He was barely breathing, and several of his wounds were still quite red. She shuddered. They had taken him out of the sarcophagus before he was fully healed. She gently stroked his cheek, wiping away the grime that had accumulated as a result of his dying. She then ripped off a sleeve from his BDU jacket, and wrapped several of the worst cuts, especially those on his arms which were still bleeding heavily.
Quietly cleaning the few minor cuts, she moved Jack onto one of the small benches, bending his long legs so they would fit in the small crook. She sat down on the ground beside him, her back resting against the bench, and her head titled back so it rested gently on his arm. One arm was bent up above her, gently stroking his cheek, offering what little comfort she could offer.
She wiped her eye as tears built in them. She had to be strong. She had no idea what removing him from the sarcophagus early had done to Jack. He could remain unconscious indefinitely. She had to be prepared for that if it happened.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes, succumbing to the headache that had been threatening to knock her out since before she woke up.
Ok, before you start yelling at me for killing off Anise, I really didn't want to. I just thought it would be the ultimate irony to have her as a Zatarc.
Anyway, please review, and I promise I won't kill Jack. If you don't... Well, we'll just have to see, won't we? Mwahahahah.
Ari
