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Chapter 11

Jack O'Neill sighed in frustration as he and what was left of his team lowered themselves into chairs in the briefing room. Jack was tired. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, he hadn't left the base to do it, and he, Teal'c and Janet Fraiser had all agreed to wake up early to begin searching again. They had just returned from the first planet of the day.

"Planet number twenty-one; bust number twenty-one," Jack grumbled.

"Actually, colonel, two of the other teams that left this morning made it back before you did, so that would planet number twenty-three," general Hammond corrected as he took his own seat.

"All right, planet twenty-three," Janet said with a bit of guarded annoyance. "That doesn't change the fact that we haven't found them yet."

"I know that, doctor," Hammond agreed, his tone level.

Teal'c looked around at them all. "We do not seem to making much progress searching in this manner," the jaffa stated bluntly.

"Thank you, Teal'c, I think I figured that out about twenty-four hours ago. And nobody tell me I got that number wrong," O'Neill replied snarkily.

Despite herself, Fraiser smiled; Hammond felt a ghost of one pass fleetingly over his lips.

Teal'c raised an eyebrow. "I simply mean that I believe we should consider other options."

"What other options, Teal'c?" Hammond asked, clearly actually interested in the larger man's reply.

"I believe we should seek assistance."

"From who?" Janet inquired.

"Our only off-world allies who have the resources and willingness to help us in our search…"

All three other occupants of the table registered immediate recognition of who he was referring too, but O'Neill didn't look the least bit happy about it.

"Aww, Teal'c, don't say it-"

"…the Tok'ra."

Jack shook his head and put it in his hands. "I told you not to say it…"

"Teal'c has a point, colonel," Hammond said. "If we can contact them, they may very well be able to give us substantial help with our search. They may even have other options. Besides, I think Jacob would want to know about this. Don't you agree.

Jack looked at the general and winced. "That part-yes. The rest-sorry sir, but no."

"I'm sorry, Jack, but that doesn't matter. We're going to contact them whether you like it or not." Teal'c nodded in agreement with the general, and O'Neill glared at him. Fraiser seemed indifferent to the idea.

With that statement, General Hammond rose and headed in the direction of the 'Gate room, Janet not far behind. O'Neill and Teal'c rose to follow, the latter reluctantly.

Teal'c finally chose to take notice of his commander's sour expression, and spoke. "I am sorry, O'Neill, but I only wish to find our friends as much as you do."

"Yeah, okay," Jack relented. "But next time I tell you not to say something-don't say it."

The corner of Teal'c mouth tilted upward. "I cannot promise anything, O'Neill."

Jack sighed. "Yeah, I thought you'd say something like that."

Morning had come; the order was given. The ground forces of the enemy moved, but there were no death gliders. As small as the outpost was, it had been assumed they would not be needed-Goa'uld arrogance at its best-even though the objective in itself was a large one--capture the base, kill Apophis's queen, and thus gain the service of the forces she controlled for their master, Heru-er.

Daniel shouted in pain as he was kicked harshly in the gut yet again from his prone position on the floor, unable to get up. The force of the blow sent him rolling hard into the wall of the interrogation room, and upon impact the world abruptly blinked out.

When everything snapped on again Jackson found himself screaming, his back arching in agony as the Goa'uld torture stick dug into his neck for lack of chains. The jaffa who held the device pulled it away after a few moments, and Daniel went limp, gasping but trying not to do it too hard so as not to cause any more extra pain than necessary to his cracked ribs. At the moment they were burning quite severely, and controlling his intake of air in any form to keep from making them hurt worse was becoming harder and harder as time went on. Funny--he would have thought it would have been the other way around…

Daniel's thoughts trailed away again, dissolving in pain that seared through his body and mind when two of the serpent guards that had been beating him pulled him up onto his knees at their queen's command. The young scientist was too exhausted to do much more than moan.

Amaunet approached him, her left hand-the one adorned by the ribbon device-lifted, and Daniel bit back a sob. No, Sha're don't…please…not again. Not that again. I can't take anymore. Amaunet's killing me. Stop her. You have to stop her. Please, please, Sha're, fight it…Come back to me…Stop this and come back to me…

But none of the words left his mouth before the hand device activated, paralyzing him in agony yet again. Speaking them would only make thing worse, and right now, worse could finish him. He couldn't die yet. He had to find another way to get through to her, or a way to talk to her without any vengeful jaffa nearby. He had to live to save her…

But there was a difference this time in the way the Goa'uld wielded the device, a certain intensity of the pain that again and again ripped tortured groans from his throat, and suddenly Daniel realized that the beam was no longer meant only to torment him. Amaunet really was trying to kill him; she really was ready to finish him here and now. Now he tried to speak, to dissuade her, but it was too late. He was too far gone, held too tightly in the deadly beam, too weak.

NO! Not like this! It can't end like this! No, Sha're, not like this…I love you…not like this…notlikethisnotlikethisnotlikethis…Daniel thought desperately, his eyes glistening with tears that threatened to escape.

They might have, but suddenly Amaunet was interrupted by the sound of staff blasts in the background. The hand device snapped off as an alarmed jaffa ran into the room. Daniel collapsed, barely conscious and struggling to breath, and he almost didn't hear the man's report.

"Lady Amaunet! The compound is under attack from Heru-er's forces!"

The Goa'uld spun to stare at her subordinate. "What! That is impossible! The location of this base is not known to our enemies!"

The jaffa shook his head nervously, fearful of the wrath of his god. "They have discovered it, somehow, My Lady. The ground forces broke through our defenses and were in inside the compound so quickly, they are headed this way, and now we are detecting one enemy hu'tack in orbit." Already the other four jaffa in the room were picking up their staff weapons and leaving to join the fight down the corridor, but Amaunet continued to glare at the bearer of the news.

"But we have three hu'tack vessels. Surely we have sufficiently more forces enough to defeat them easily," she said, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes, My Queen. They took us by surprise initially, but we will soon have eradicated the threat. Still, as a precaution, we should evacuate you to your ship for safety."

Daniel heard the sounds of the firefight between serpent and horus guards coming closer and closer-too close. But Amaunet glanced in his direction and then back at the jaffa. "No. I am not finished here. I am confident they can be quickly dealt with. I will be fine."

The jaffa nodded quickly. "Yes, My Lady."

Amaunet smiled slightly. "Good." And then, before Daniel knew what was happening, she had taken two large strides, closing the distance between herself and the jaffa, and had turned the ribbon device on him. Within seconds he was dead, and slumped to the floor. Daniel stared in horror at the jaffa's body, knowing that now she would come after him again, that soon that would also be him…

The battle was even closer to them now. It sounded as if it was right on top of them; in fact, through the open doorway of the small room, he could see blast bolts and blue arcs of energy coming from around the corner. But Amaunet paid no attention to them, her focus on her next target. With no more jaffa present to pull him up, she leaned over and roughly hooked her right hand in the front of the collar of his black t-shirt, pulling him upright to his groans of pain.

"Sha're, no," Daniel rasped weakly as her left hand rose to his forehead, eyeing the hand device fearfully. "Fight her, Sha're, fight her!"

Amaunet ignored him. Sha're either couldn't hear him, or just as before, failed to break out. But before she could activate the device, a stray blast bolt from the firefight just down the corridor found its way through the door, and took her in the leg.

"Sha're!" Daniel cried, catching her as she cried out and crashed to the ground. But almost immediately the Goa'uld within her snarled at him and pushed away.

"Do not worry yourself about me, human," Amaunet hissed, her voice even more gravely than that of a normal Goa'uld because of her injury, if that was possible.

Reacting more than acting, not thinking as his instincts took over, Daniel pushed himself to his feet, took her by the arms, then swung, pushed her into the nearest corner and crouched in front of her, covering her with his own body, shielding her from anymore stray or purposeful shots that might come their way even though his injured body screamed in protest.

"What are you doing!" Amaunet cried from where she now sat in front of him, pressed into the wall.

Daniel scowled at her at the same time that he was trying to asses the severity of her wound. "Look," he said, his voice low and weak, yet steady and determined at the same time, "I don't care about you. I don't care what happens to you. But I do care about my wife-very much-and I am going to protect her." Then he sighed, and his voice softened. "The wound isn't bad. You'll be fine."

"Of course I will be fine. With our superior technology, your human bodies are-"

"-easy to repair. Yeah, I got that. Now would you please be quiet so we won't draw attention to ourselves. I'd rather not get both of us killed. Besides, you should be conserving energy."

Amaunet scowled. Even though the wound was not substantial, she was still losing blood. She was getting weaker and she knew it, so grudgingly, she shut her mouth, but her eyes flared at him for a moment-a short moment. Suddenly the glow died away and her eyes closed, her head rearing back. Daniel's eyes widened, unsure of what was happening or what he should do.

"No-!" the Goa'uld yelped, but for some reason was cut off. A moment later she pulled in a breath, but somehow…it sounded human. Her eyes opened seconds later, and she looked at him with new eyes. Or rather, not new eyes, but eyes that he hadn't seen in so long he had almost forgotten how they took his breath away with their softness and simplistic beauty…

"Dan'iel?" Sha're whispered.

Daniel released a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "Sha're?" he said in disbelief.

Sha're gripped the arms that held her back against the wall, gulping. "Dan'iel, I'm sorry-!"

"Don't," Daniel interrupted her, the tears that had gathered in his eyes starting to fall as he released the grip he'd had on her arms and brought one hand up to touch her face. The other took her hand. "It's all right. It wasn't you." Before he could stop it, a sob escaped his throat as he pulled her to him, embracing her gently. "Sha're, I love you. I love you so much…"

"I love you too, Dan'iel," she whispered back softly as she returned his embrace, snuggling into his chest. Staying upright, holding her, it all only made everything hurt worse, but Daniel didn't care. He had Sha're now, and everything would be all right…

Suddenly something slammed into Daniel's back, and he shouted in agony as searing pain ripped through his torso.

"Dan'iel!" Sha're cried in alarm. Only then did Daniel realize he'd been hit. He gasped and sank in her arms, his eyes widening in shock, unable to stay up on his knees anymore. Already he felt his consciousness fading. Sha're's grip on his arms tightened, trying to hold him up, keep him from falling to the floor. She saw how bad the wound was, knew what it probably meant, and he did too. "Dan'iel, no!" she cried, tears forming in her eyes.

Behind them the firefight wound to a close, the serpent guards finally overpowering the horuses, but neither noticed.

"Sh-Sha're…" Daniel gasped, struggling to stay awake. But he was fighting a losing battle.

"Dan'iel, hold on," Sha're answered tearfully. But then she gasped, flinging her head backward as she had moments before. When her eyes opened, they flared orange with the glow of the Goa'uld again. Amaunet had re-taken control.

"No, Sha're-!" Daniel rasped, but before he could continue the Goa'uld snorted in disgust as tossed him away from her. He cried out in pain and hit the floor a few feet away. He watched as she stood, favoring her injured leg and leaning against the wall.

"Stay away from me, human," she snapped, glowering at him.

Daniel felt his heart breaking all over again. He'd had her back, had Sha're back for a moment, but just as suddenly as she had been taken the first time, she had been stolen from him again. "No…" Daniel gasped even as he felt himself growing weaker and weaker, blackness closing in around the edges of his vision. "Sha're, come back…" But that was as far as he got before the darkness claimed him.