A/N: This is continuing with the story rather than jumping to the "present" time. It's a bit exposition heavy, but it's getting close to the end of the background-y stuff.

General Landry was perturbed by the events in the gym, and he ordered more tests run on both Genevieve and Cam. Meanwhile, Daniel had been doing more research on Lilith. He gathered the team to talk about his findings over lunch in the commissary.

"She shows up in Assyrian and Babylonian texts, but her legend didn't really take off until it was picked up by the Hebrews. I think the older texts are more reliable, though. She's equated with the demon Lamastu, and both are known for stealing children as well as sucking the blood of men in particular and stealing their semen to create more of her own demon children."

"That makes sense," Genevieve said. All four members of SG-1 turned to stare at her, and she shifted uncomfortably. "It is essentially how we procreate. Male vampires are sterile. We take humans as temporary mates. Once the process is begun, the vampire DNA takes over. It's another way that we have become bound to your species over the centuries."

Everyone fell silent until Cam broke the awkwardness with another dose of awkward.

"Temporary mates?" He asked. Genevieve had been studiously avoiding his gaze throughout the meeting, but now her eyes met his. She swallowed unconsciously before replying.

"Occasionally, a vampire and a human will mate for life. But as the humans live for so much shorter time… It is rare. It really only occurs with a true bonding because those cannot be denied."

Everyone else began to feel uncomfortably like they shouldn't be present for this conversation. Sam decided the best course of action was to let Daniel continue.

"So do you think Lilith was taken by a Goa'uld that we've heard of?"

"No, I actually think that Lamastu may have been the Goa'uld. I'd have to check with the Tok'ra to confirm that, though. Genevieve have you ever heard of a vampire named Lilith?"

"Yes, millennia ago she was third in line to the throne. According to the legends, she disappeared suddenly and never returned. Some say she went on a quest to find her own lands. Others say that she was taken. No one knows, and frankly, no one has ever cared. She was not well-liked in her own time. The legends are more concerned with the fact that she plotted against her mother and sisters to take over the throne. It was an unheard of concept, and has never been tried before or since. Even with the help of humans, our numbers have never been great and to turn on a fellow vampire is the most heinous of crimes."

"Yet, you are a warrior people," Teal'c said. "Who do you face in battle in your galaxy?"

"We are currently the dominant race," Genevieve said. "Many species inhabit our galaxy. Not all are humanoid, and few are peaceful by nature. But we primarily developed our warrior skills in the dark times before the close ties with humans were established. It was actually during Lilith's time that the ties began."

"Your people's history sounds fascinating," Daniel said. He had the look in his eyes that his team recognized instantly as the need to know everything about this splendid new culture whether it would be useful to him or not.

"I would be happy to tell you more of it, Dr. Jackson," she said. "But right now, I am very tired."

"Have you been eating?" Cam asked worriedly. He had noticed that Genevieve seemed listless and tired more easily since the gym incident.

"I have, but it does not seem to fill me as it once did. I don't wish to take more than necessary from anyone."

"This is ridiculous. You have all the energy you need right here, and it won't hurt me a damn bit. I need to talk to the general." He stood to head straight to do that, but Sam stopped him by softly saying his name. He looked ready for an argument as he stared down at the scientist.

"Cam, you know the general is just worried. And this makes him more correct to be worried. If feeding from you made Genevieve unable to properly feed from anyone else, what would continued feeding do to both of you? What if you became separated? She would die without you as her food source, and you would probably go crazy judging from your behavior lately."

Cam glared at her, but he couldn't fault the logic. He glanced at Genevieve, and he froze at her bewildered expression.

"I must go," she said suddenly. She accidentally moved the table several inches in her hurry to leave. She was out the door before any of the team could blink. Cam followed close behind her. Sam and Daniel looked prepared to follow as well, but Teal'c stopped them.

"She is a warrior of honor. She has given her word to the general that she will abide by his request. And it seems that they have much to discuss. Alone."

Genevieve's door was locked when Cam reached it. He knew she was fast, but he began to wonder if she could actually fly. He had ignored the numerous stares around him as he ran through the halls after her. He tapped lightly on the door. No response.

"Gen, I know you're in there. The door doesn't lock by itself."

"Go away!" The muffled reply sounded so much like a petulant teenager that he almost started laughing. But something serious was happening, so he tried to maintain his composure.

"Look, Genevieve, please open the door. We need to talk, and people are beginning to stare, so if you don't let me in soon, someone is going to tell the general that something weird is going on. Personally, I'd rather not deal with that right now."

He waited with his palms flat against the door until he heard the lock click and the door slid open an inch. He shoved it aside just enough to edge through and then closed the door behind him. She had already moved back to the bed where she lay on her stomach with her arms buried in her pillow. He wanted to sit beside her and comfort her, but he knew that they were probably already too close to one another. He pulled out the chair from her desk and straddled it.

"So what was that about?" She remained silent, so he added, "You know, I was serious about the people in the hallway. It probably won't be long before the general knows I'm here, and he's not going to like it. So, please, tell me what's going on before I get dragged out of here."

"I don't know what's going on," the vampire said without moving.

"Well something's bothering you."

Genevieve groaned dramatically and sat up. She sat on the edge of the bed with her palms planted firmly on either side of her. She nibbled at her lip as he waited for her to speak.

"Let me tell you a story that my mother told me when I reached adulthood," she finally said. "In the dark times, the vampires fed on the blood of humans. They stole their bodies to propagate the species. They stole their blood for food. They stole their children for obedience. It was constant war, though the vampires always won. But there was a warrior, an heiress to the throne, who did not see the humans as livestock. When she looked at them, she could see how much alike we were. She took a human to her bed, and not just for a night, but for a lifetime. He died of old age before she had even reached the middle of her life. So she took another. For five centuries she did this. She had many children in this time. And all of her children carried on her feelings for the humans. Not all took lifemates, but some of them did. And some of them went further. They bonded with the humans. Bonded to them so strongly that the death of one could kill the other. They traded their souls, according to the story.

"I don't know if that part is true, but I do know that this is when we began to evolve away from the consumption of blood. This is when we stopped preying on the humans and started living alongside them. Never quite equal, but each in need of the other."

"That's a great story, but what does it have to do with anything?"

"According to the legends, a truly bonded pair were destined. Neither time nor space could separate them. They would find each other, and they would know in their souls when they did."

"You think we're meant to be? Like soul mates?"

"I do," she said. "Can't you feel it?" She slowly rose and walked the few steps to stand in front of him where his arms rested on the chair back. She leaned down so that her face was only a few centimeters away from his. She felt as much as heard his breath catch. She could feel his energy swirling up and around her; it was begging to be taken, but she had promised the general.

"So what does that mean for us exactly?"

"I wish I knew," she said. She leaned down further so that her head lay against his shoulder with her nose and lips nearly touching his neck. She breathed in the scent of him as he sternly told himself to keep his hands exactly where they were.

"There has not been a truly bonded pair in my lifetime," she whispered. Her breath tickled his throat and he felt that he was choking. She noticed the change and backed off. His energy was spinning off wildly throughout the room. It built up and up within him, and she knew that there could be too much of a good thing. She made a decision.

Genevieve pulled Cam to his feet and pressed as much of her body against his as she could while her lips found his. She twisted her hands into his short brown hair and pulled in his energy from every small place where they touched. Skin to skin was better, but she could work around the clothes. She had to drain the excess. She needed to bring down his energy levels. Her cells felt like they would burst within her, yet still she pulled more. The energy she had been missing so desperately raced through her veins, twined with her cells, and left her feeling giddy. She could sense every part of him: his heartbeat, the snap of his synapses, and the press of his lips on hers. And she felt his mind, or more accurately his soul, and it looked like hers.

Finally, she knew that she had taken enough to save him. She wasn't entirely sure what would have happened, but her instincts told her that letting him continue like that would have been a very bad idea indeed. Her lips reluctantly parted from his, and she opened her eyes to meet his. Somewhere in the struggle to feed, he had returned her embrace. She began to extricate herself, but he held her fast. She could feel her heart beating in perfect time with his. His hands were warm on her back, and she suddenly had the desire to never move. Cam lowered his face to hers again. There was less urgency, but a hint of need remained in the gesture. She let her lips meet his again.

And that is when General Landry and two airmen walked into the room looking for them.