Next chapter will take us over to see how O'Neill and Carter are doing. But lets be honest Teal'c made the whole show.

-Ninjaburrito

Chapter 8

Run. Run. Run.

Eelien's chest burned and her bare feet slapped loudly on the marble floor of the ship as she sprinted down the hallway. Smoke pumped through the vents from the lower levels thickening the air with bunt metal and chemicals.

The explosion she had set off was a lot bigger than she meant for it to be and hopefully didn't cripple the ship, Tekmak apparently didn't understand that distraction and mass destruction were two different things. Eelien would have to pay more attention to the information supplied by the implant.

The delayed explosions had knocked her right off her feet as she disabled the shield two floors above the explosion and she could feel blood running down her face where it met the control panel she had been working on. It had served its purpose and definitely caught the attention of every Jaffa on the ship and hopefully had allowed Rak'nor to get into her ship without anyone seeing.

Now she was in trouble.

Three men chased her down the hall with their staff weapons firing at her, each landed a foot from her since they weren't supposed to hurt their Gods new pet. Still, in her weakened state a wayward staff bast could possibly cripple her.

Two more men rounded the corner in front of her and she dropped to the ground, sliding between the two as they raised their staffs. The flimsy clothes were a shoddy barrier and the floor scraped up her hip and elbow as she slid past. Ignoring the new bumps and bruises she flipped and jumped right back up on her feet and continued running.

Run. Run. Run.

Another explosion rocked the ship throwing her into the bulkhead, her elbow smashing into the metal.

"Shumik!" Eelien screamed angrily as she struggled to stand up. "Dammit Tekmak! We forgot about the oxygen cylinders!" The explosion must set off a secondary explosion in the ventilation control system where pure oxygen was stored.

She was in a lot of trouble.

"Grab that stupid freak bitch!" A familiar voice shouted from behind her. Several sets of hands grabbed her and threw her back to the ground, her head bouncing off the floor.

What was a little brain damage to go along with the rest of it?

She struggled under the hands of the men holding her down and looked up to find Le'ums snarling face above her. "Oh you are not going to be allowed to live after that. The Master would never allow it!"

The men hauled her off the floor none to gently and dragged her down the corridors, probably to the bridge where Lantash would be waiting in his stupid mask to pass judgment on her.

Oh, she was so scared! Stupid Martouf. Stupid Lantash!

The men stopped at a door and Le'um adjusted his uniform and placed his half mask back on, making sure everything was in its proper place.

Eelien giggled and narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't worry, you're the prettiest girl at the dance."

Instead of replying he simply slammed the back of his hand across her face. Black dots instantly pranced over her vision and the taste of blood filled her mouth. She spit the blood from her mouth and managed to get it on his shiny gold boots.

Le'um hissed and cocked his hand back to strike her again. The door thankfully opened revealing another gold throne on the Bridge with Lantash patiently seated on it.

Several men crowded the room in protective stances around their god and several more monitored the consoles where information flashed across with damage reports. Eelien's group pulled her through the door and quickly approached the throne and threw her to Lantashs feet.

"My Lord-" Le'um began dropping to one knee. "We discovered that this woman had sabotaged the shields, most likely attempting to escape." He placed one hand to his chest and dropped even lower.

Eelien rolled her eyes and noticed Rak'nor walking in on the other side of the room. He skirted the crowd on agile feet and slid up behind the throne as if he had been there the whole time. It didn't look like anyone noticed his late entrance, all eyes either to the floor or glaring at her.

Perfect.

Except, of course, Le'um. His eyes were locked on the Prime like a predator looking at his prey.

She tried to catch Rak'nors gaze, hoping to glean whether or not he managed to get the message sent off successfully. He avoided her eyes and instead was staring back at Le'um, an unreadable look.

Lantash in turn watched her, well Amuns mask looked down at her, its large horns spiraling from its head and blank expression creeping her out.

"You thought you could escape from a God?" The deep voice floated out from the metal sounding bored.

"I will escape from this place or die trying. You disgust me, your kind disgusts me and the thought of you touching me makes me sick!" She shouted up at him, she didn't have to fake her hatred or disgust. She genuinely hated Lantash and Martouf at the moment and at the same time admired how he looked in all the silks.

She loved them, she loved them for so long that she ran to the other side of the galaxy to forget about them and just when she might get over them they came barreling back into her life uninvited. Sure they saved her and said the words she always wanted to hear only to taint it.

She watched his hand twitch at the ferocity in her voice and took pleasure in it. He rose to his feet and stepped down from the throne in slow lazy steps. The men around her backed up quickly to give him room as he approached her.

She could see Le'um smile where he still bowed, he was excited from what he hoped would come next. He'd be so disappointed, poor guy.

"Is that right? Me touching you is that disgusting." There was genuine curiosity in his voice as he approached her. He stopped and looked down at her, his chest heaving in anger under his shirt.

"Yes." She hissed lightly and spit at him.

Everyone around her gasped or murmured prayers, backing up even more as they expected their powerful and mighty god to wipe her out of existence.

His hand lashed out and wrapped painfully in her hair lifting her off the floor. Her scalp burned as the roots of her hair protested at the violence being enacted on it. Her feet left the ground and she grabbed onto his wrist hoping to take the pressure off her scalp.

"Get the ship fixed. I have business to attend to." His voice was low and held a promise of danger. "Prime, take over here. Come to me once it's completed"

"Yes Master." The darker man snapped to attention, his fist slamming to his chest.

Lantash turned and dropped his arm enough for Eelien to get on her tiptoes and take some pressure off her head. He walked from the room half dragging her with him, she scrambled to find purchase and mashed her teeth against the pain.

"Let go, you disgusting snake!" She shouted and pounded on his arm and wrist as he dragged her along.

"The more you struggle the more it will hurt." He murmured gently, keeping his voice low so the two armed guards that followed them couldn't hear.

"Lighten up a little will you? I can make this convincing but you don't need to pull out my hair." She whispered and continued to kick at him and rack her nails along the sleeve of his shirt.

"Your words were surprisingly hurtful." His voice was so light that she wasn't sure if she heard him correctly at first. A part of her felt bad for hurting his feelings but then another part told her to stop being a simpering cow and make him hurt worse. That, of course, was the part she would stick with through this ordeal since she couldn't bring herself to give an inch in that regard.

She wouldn't survive a heart break from them a second time.

"Good." She hissed angrily as she kicked at the back of his leg hoping to drop him. He evaded the blow easily and dropped his arm farther down to the ground so she couldn't walk herself and could only be dragged.

The two guards ran past her and Lantash to open the doors of his private chambers, he didn't bother to slow down and walked right past them.

"Leave." He hissed to the men once inside the familiar chamber. "My pet here needs to learn her place."

Using his heightened strength he threw Eelien away from him, her body hitting the ground with an audible smack. She sat up slowly, her arms shaking from the strain, and lunged to attack their God with all the ferocity she could manage. The bumps and bruises from the last hour made the attempt pathetic but the goal isn't actually to hurt him.

"I would like to see you try!" She yelled as she went for his legs. Lantash easily evaded her once more and even had the audacity to turn his back on her.

"I said leave." His voice rang out and the guards scrambled to bow and leave the room. As the door swung closed they gave Eelien a worried look, almost as if they feared for her life in the hands of their master.

She smiled at how ridiculous that was and laid back on the ground once the doors were closed. The cold floor felt so good on her bruises and aching back that she would probably sleep here. Knowing that would only hurt her body more she dragged herself into the room and pulled herself onto the chase lounge.

"Did he get the message out?" She asked Lantash as he left the bathroom with a wet washcloth, she hadn't even noticed he had left.

He had removed his mask and pulled off the outer layers of clothes and decorative beaded belts as soon they were alone. "He should be here in a little bit. I don't think anyone suspected anything." She allowed him to gently wipe off blood and dirt off her face with the washcloth.

"Le'um did. I don't know how much he knows or if he is suspicious of everyone but... " She winced and hissed as he cleaned up her face. The deep cut on her head had already closed up but her body lacked the energy to heal everything.

She needs to go take some more hot baths.

"But what?" He prompted as he finished cleaning her face while avoiding her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure he killed the last Prime." She sighed and laid back on the chair, Lantash took a seat on the edge next to her, his face unreadable.

"And I should care because?"

She slapped his hand away from her face and glared at him. "He has an agenda, he is a calculating man. I spent a long time getting to know him one on one Lash, he wants something and Rak'nor being here pisses him off."

There was a long pause. "What did you call me?" A half smile danced across his lips and his glinted evilly.

"Nothing! I didn't call you anything." Eelien felt blood rush to her face and she instantly looked for somewhere to hide, she struggled to sit up to get away from her stupid mouth.

Lantash jumped up further on the couch and pushed her down, his strong chest crushing her body into the soft padding of the sofa. His tired face was less than an inch away from her, the sweet smell of whatever fruit he'd eaten earlier dancing across her cheeks.

For a brief uncontrollable moment every nerve in her body screamed for him to kiss her.

"What did you call me?" He asked again slowly, his gaze hooded and voice darkly delicious. She froze when a hand ran up her side to nestle in her hair.

"I told you not to touch me." Her voice was light and betrayed the excitement she felt building up in her abdomen. She was surprised by the sound of her voice and cursed it. Oh god she wanted to taste the fruit she smelled on his breath, taste his tongue.

"I called you Lash." She whispered, she ran her hand up his arm to grip his shoulder. "I called you that in my head since the day I met you, Lash and Touf. But I was too chicken to do it."

His face split in a grin, eyes flashing briefly as Lantash and Martouf struggled for control, she was beginning to notice whenever they got excited they lost their iron grip on the body and their individuality.

No, be mad, don't let them get into your head.

It was Lantash that eventually emerged and just when it seemed like he would kiss her, touch her and much much nicer things he sat up. Clearing his throat he tossed the moist rag at her and stood up.

"Get sleep, stay warm, I have something coming up in a few hours that I think will help." And just like that he walked to the door to leave as if nothing had happened.

"Wha-what about Le'um?" That's not the most important question she wanted to ask but she was a chicken.

"I'll have Rak'nor watch him, if he's looking to be Prime then it will be him who's in danger." Lantash murmured thoughtfully, his thumb running long his bottom lip as he thought. Eeliens stomach twisted with a pleasant heat as she watched his finger move.

"Who am I going to watch? You know I don't actually work for you right?" Rak'nors irritated voice shattered the moment and Lantash dropped his hand from his mouth.

Ugh, that guy could really ruin a moment.

Lantash leaned against the door frame and shrugged. "Apparently Le'um has his eyes set on being Prime and may have killed the last."

"I just have to get rid of him first." He replied simply as if it was the only option. Truely a simple man.

Eelien stood from the couch quickly, the world pitched sideways and Tekmak warned of possible concussions and warned to proceed with caution. Nausea slammed into her and her stomach threatened to rebel. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching the arm of the couch and counted backwards from thirty till it subsided.

When she opened her eyes both men were staring at her, concerned looks filling their faces. She didn't like that at all.

"Oh stop it, I'll be fine. I haven't been at a hundred percent for a long time but it will take more than this to kill me." She walked to the two men, Lantash took a step forward as if he meant to help and stopped himself before touching her. "Now tell me, did you get your damn message out? And you better not have damaged my ship!" She stuck her finger in his face to make a point. He glared, his face threatening to break her finger if she didn't back off.

"Yes, the message got out. The Tau'ri should be getting it now."

"Oh." She pulled her hand back. "Good job. Now both of you, out. I want a nap." She snapped and slammed the door shut.