Callie began to wake to the sound of men talking. Her chin rested against her chest as she sat upright in a wooden chair, hands bound behind her. Her shoulders and back muscles ached from the angle, and screamed at her with every breath. She was jerked awake by a splash of frigid cold water to her face as her captor flung the bucket. The wetness of the water mixed with the layer of sweat that covered her from the 120 degree Iraq heat, mixed with the heat that radiated off the large lamp pointed down at her.

"A shame to ruin such a prety face." he said in a heavy accent as he set down the bucket and pulled up a chair in front of her. "What were you and your team doing her Captain?"

"I already told you." she croaked through her dry throat.

"You only told me that you would not tell me anything."

"That still stands."

"Your team are dead Captain. Why are you still covering for them?"

"Not all of them."

"You speak of your friend in the desert. He was left with no shade, no food, no water, injured and unconscious. Believe me Captain, he is dead."

"You don't know him like I do." She grinned and he sighed.

"Who is this?"

He pulled a large photo from an envelope and held it out in front of her. Her heart clenched and skipped a beat as she looked into the blood covered face of Michael Walden. His glazed unseeing eyes staring back at her. She wanted to scream, wanted to break free and break her interogator's neck and stand laughing over his dead body. Instead she looked him in the eye and shrugged.

"Beats me."

Her heart broke as she said it. He had saved her ass more then once. He had been her best friend and mentor to her for years. She had been to numerous barbeques where she had watched him play happily with his two young sons, whom she herself had watched grow. Now, she denied him any little bit of recognition that he deserved. She would never forgive herself for that.

"Okay Captain. We will do it your way."

With a nod of his head, she found herself falling over from a hard strike to her left cheek. She yelped as her wrist snapped between the concrete and the wooden back of the chair she was strapped to. The sharp wooden back rest coming down on the narrow bone under her added weight. They quickly sat the chair back up and she spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor and glared at her interogator.

"You see Captain, I don't like to hit women, but you are unlike any woman I have met. I find that violence is the only thing you respond to."

"Thats where you're wrong."

"How so?"

"I won't respond to that either."

He nodded and and Callie closed her eyes for the blow that she knew was coming.

"Sir, I think she waking up." Sam yelled across the small hall to O'Neill

The men of SG1 were crammed into a small square cell across from the identical cell containing the women. Sam had waken up on the steel floor laying next to the still unconscious Major. She sat up and scanned the area, quickly spotting the guys across the hall. After an hour of light conversation between the them, Sam noticed Callie's face had twisted into a look of pain.

"Move away from her Carter." Jack ordered standing against the bars and watching them from his cell.

"Sir?"

"Relax Jack, I'm not losing it yet." Callie croaked from her spot on the floor.

"You ok?"

"Other then a massive headache, achey muscles and a bullet in my arm, I'm peachy." she whined as she pushed herself into a sitting position.

"Bullet?"

"What?"

Jack and Sam said in unison at the last part of the sentence.

"Yeah, I think one of the natives got a little overly excited with the P90."

"Well what'd you expect when you take off running through a massive firefight like a lunatic." Jack scolded.

"Yeah yeah, what do I get to look forward to now?"

"Oh, ya know, we'll be interrogated and possibly tortured until we give up the secrets of our planet."

"So just like old times then."

"You gonna be ok?" Sam asked quietly as she slid down the wall to sit next to her.

"I'll live." She closed her eyes and layed her head back against the wall.

"Any idea who this is?" Jack asked as he looked around the confining walls.

"I believe this is the ship of the Goa'uld Torthos." Teal'c said from his standing position at the bars of the cell.

"Have we met him before?"

"We have not."

"So whats his deal?"

"Where Torthos lacks in stradegy he makes up in numbers. He has not held a position amung the system lords in a great many years."

"So why would he show up now, and why there?" Daniel asked.

"I believe he may have discovered the naquada mines. With control of such a great amount of naquada he would be in a position of great power and resume his place among the system lords once again."

"Right. Of course."

They could hear the metallic footsteps from down the hallway before they saw the owners of the feet. A group of four jaffa, in copper colored armor rounded the corner and came to a hault in between the two cells. He glared at each prisoner individually before speaking.

"I am Morak. First prime to the great god Torthos." he gloated causing Callie to arch an eyebrow.

"Never heard of him." Jack replied.

"His name will not soon be forgotten, for his wrath is upon you for the damage you have caused."

Callie pointed and started to say something, but Sam pushed her hand down, the look on her face telling her to be quiet.

"Ive heard that before. Who told us that? I can't remember. Do you remember?" Jack asked Teal'c.

"Silence Swine!" He emphasized his order by smacking his staff weapon agaist the bars. Jack pulled his hands away just in time and wiggled his fingers in appreciation that they were okay.

"Laugh now. Soon you will be bowing at the hands of Lord Torthos."

Morak and his jaffa pivetted and returned down the hall, the echo of their footsteps following them.

"That was a Goa'uld? He's not so bad."

"That wasn't the Goa'uld." Daniel answered. "That was a jaffa like Teal'c. He's a servant of Torthos."

"And Torthos is the Goa'uld?"

"Right."

"Wonder how long he practiced in the mirror before perfecting that speech."

"A great man hours." Teal'c answered gaining a group of blank stares.

"T! A joke, I'm impressed." Jack grinned.

Daniel was shoved roughly into the cell by Morak and his men, nearly three hours after they had dragged him away to see Torthos. Teal'c and Jack helped him to the floor where he quickly let sleep take over. Callie watched the group of jaffa leave before standing against the bars and studying Daniel. She sighed, walked to the back of the cell and sat back down next to Sam. She winced as her injured shoulder made contact with the cold metal wall.

"You guys do this alot?"

"More then we'd like."

"So what happens now?"

"More then likely, he'll take us one by one and question us, demanding we tell him everything about ourselves and Earth."

"Well I won't tell him anything, considering I don't know anything."

"Talk anyway. If he thinks you don't know anything, he'll kill you."

"So use my imagination. I can do that." there was a long pause. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"If I los it at some point during this, don't let the Colonel blame himself okay."

"You'll be fine. You're part of the team now remember, we won't let you lose it."

As if on cue, the metal feet approached again. This time the group opened the door to the women's cell and pointed a crooked finger at Callie.

"You are next."

"Uh, no, I think I'm next." Jack jumped up.

"Silence! Lord Torthos commands this one. Do not worry, you will have your turn." The jaffa laughed and motioned for Callie to come.

"You want me, come get me." she spat. The jaffa stood, glaing at her and snarling from the door for a moment. She smirked, "Thats what I thought."

Callie stood and walked out into the hall. She quickly tossed her hat to Sam, telling her to take care of it for her, before letting herself be led away. After they were no longer in sight, Jack cursed and rattled the bars until Sam stopped him.

"Sir, did you see that?"

"See what? If you mean the Goa'uld nazis taking away yet another member of my team, yeah I saw that."

"They wouldn't come in here."

"What?"

"She told them to come in and get her, but they wouldn't. They didn't even acknowledge she'd said it."

"Meaning?"

"They are unsure of us O'Neill." Teal'c answered. "It is likely that Torthos has not encountered many Tauri."

"More specifically, any that have put up as much of a fight as we did." Sam added. "SG1 along with the Vacadians put a huge dent in his army."

"Get to the point."

"They are unprepared and unorganized. He wouldn't come in here because he's not sure if he could defend himself if we decided to jump him sir."

"He's scared of us?"

"Of any more then one of us at the same time. Sir, this is a huge advantage for us."

"So what's the plan?"

Callie walked casually down the long halls following the two jaffa, and occasionally looking back at the ones following her.

"So what is that, like a flower?" she motioned to the mark on his forehead. "Or maybe a frog?"

The jaffa ignored her and pushed her forward with his staff weapon.

"Ow, watch it." she scolded as the movement jarred her injured arm.

"You are weak. You will not last an hour at the hands of Lord Torthos." Morak gloated.

"Wanna set a wager on that?" she grinned smugly, though inside she was beginning to worry.

Torthos sat on a giant copper colored throne in the center of a large dark room. Callie squinted to make out his face, but quickly found herself more interested in the giant purple planet floating out the center of the huge window that circled the room. The goa'uld waved away his servants and studied the woman for a moment before speaking.

"Why do you not bow before your god?"

"I didn't realize he was here." she answered, taking a few steps toward the goa'uld. "Thats some cold you've got there."

"You are not of the planet Vacadian."

"Of what?"

"From where do you come from?"

"Chicago." She noted the remaining guards in the room as she spoke. Each of them moving closer to her, with every step she took toward Torthos.

"For what reason were you and your companions on Vacadia?"

"Where?"

"I grow weary of repeating myself Tauri."

"Listen Mentos, I don't know anything, you're wasting your time."

"You cannot lie to a god. If you do not tell me what I want to know, I will not hesitate to kill you and your companions."he threatened, crossing his hands over his dark green robe. "Now, who is your master?"

She thought for a second before looking up at the smug looking man sitting a few feet away from him.

"Okay, I'll tell you. Have you heard of a little guy by the name of Yoda?"