Gate of the Demon
... vision
...host/symbiote
Report number: 15492257
Report date: 26/03/04
After Dr. Jackson had left to investigate the tomb that we were here to look at, I grabbed my equipment and started to scan the area for any evidence of naquadah or for any other alien substance that had survived in the harsh environment of the Egyptian desert. I met each check point, and notified Colonel O'Neill that I would be venturing beyond our specified perimeter in order to investigate a strange, anomalous reading that I had picked up. He told me to check in at every fifteen minutes, instead of the original half hour we had designated, and to tell him what I had found when I found it. It didn't take too long before I approached the area, and found a small metal domed box. As I leaned down to inspect my finding, I was struck from behind.
Waking up, it was pitch black, and I realized that someone had thought of a sick joke and had torn my clothes off. I was quite sore, and I realized that I must have fought back and had paid dearly for it. I felt like I had gone twenty rounds with Teal'c, and had lost miserably without even knowing it. My hands were bound behind my back, preventing me from striking out at my captors. I knew that the colonel was in the same room as I was when I recognized his groan of pain, and I distinctly remember what he would have thought if he saw me like this. Trying to scoot closer to the wall, the door opened and men took me out of that room, not caring about my nudity, though they did sneak glances at me. They brought me to another room, and I saw Dr. Jackson laying on a bed. He was bound to it, and he looked much worse than I felt, and that was pretty bad, to say the least. They asked questions, many questions about a symbiote that was in the tomb he was checking out. When he didn't answer them, they hurt me, and tried to rape me several times, but some unseen force held them back, preventing them from doing so.
They brought Colonel O'Neill in and they started asking the same questions again. I could tell that the Colonel was confused, but I felt that he had no need to. I couldn't sense the presence of a symbiote in Dr. Jackson's body. As one of those brutes advanced again, he fell dead; his neck twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, clearly broken. I looked at Daniel, and realized, that, in one way or another, he had done the act, judging from the anger burning in his eyes. I gazed on in disbelief, and I hardly noticed the guns that were aimed at our heads, Daniel excluded. Those words he muttered as soon as the question had filtered through my numb mind were horrifying and made my blood run cold. He was going to sacrifice himself to try and save us. They injected him with some highly modified symbiote poison, and soon enough, he wanted to get away from the pain that it caused him. I knew then that he did have a symbiote inside him and that it would soon be dead, which caused me to wonder why I couldn't sense it. The NID, I finally figured out that they were a rogue faction of the actual agency, gagged us all. They spoke of cutting Daniel open as if he were nothing but a lab rat to find out what made it live and breathe. I remember closing my eyes, trying to block out those horrifying, painful screams, and I was glad when I heard them no more, but I was disappointed to see their leader still cutting into Daniel. Just as he was about to deliver the final blow, Teal'c and a few other teams from the SGC broke down the door and killed the man who held the surgical knife, along with the others in the base, who had decided that dying on their feet and a weapon in their hand was a lot better than rotting in jail.
Janet Fraiser rushed over to Daniel and did her best to stop the bleeding. Someone gave me a blanket to cover myself as soon as my hands were freed. We ran to the waiting helicopters outside of the base and rushed Daniel to a nearby hospital, where he was stabilized and then brought to the infirmary at the SGC once he was well enough to be moved. It was a bit hard to believe that one moment we were in Egypt and the next we were in the middle of the Nevada desert. I hope that Daniel will be able to keep Ker'wa with him after what happened. I know that this particular Tok'ra symbiote will keep him safe, and will help him when it is possible.
There you go, people. Sorry for the long wait, I had written the previous chapter and had accidentally deleted it and started this one. I thought that I would finish this one and hurry up on Jack's version of the event. And just so you know, Sam changed from saying 'Dr. Jackson' to 'Daniel' due to stress, and she didn't realize she was doing it.
Anyways, next time, a little demon hunting, and Sam and Dean have a little chat concerning rogue NID operatives and the Trust with Landry (They are different in my story, and not to be confused with the Trust, to clear up confusion).
Come on, people. I need reviews. I'll up the ante and offer a frigging virtual house of your choice if it'll get you to review.