Okay, just so you people know, we're going to visit family for a couplr weks, so I may or may not get a chance to get another chapter done during that time. If I don't, I'm really sorry and I'll get another chapter up ASAP once I get back, but if you don't hear from me for a couplr weeks, don't panic. I'll be back, and I'll finish the story so please keep reading and reviewing. So, please enjoy this chapter and please review so I know what ya think so I know to continue...

Chapter 14

When Daniel came to, an acute sense of déjà vu washed over him when he realized that he was being dragged by two jaffa down a corridor that was all-too familiar. For a moment he thought about letting them know he was awake, but then decided that that might not be such a good idea, and left his body limp. Maybe he would learn more of what was going on if they still thought he was unconscious. He was rewarded when, a moment later, one of the jaffa spoke.

"I still do not understand how he could have escaped. There were guards walking past the cell regularly. And you would think we would have heard if one of the prisoners had escaped before we found him."

Escaped? Daniel thought in confusion. What does he mean by that? I didn't escape from anywhere. I haven't been here…recently. That was when a sudden realization struck him. Have I been thrown backwards in time? That's the only explanation. There must be prisoners here and they think I'm one that escaped.

Daniel felt one side of his body move up a few centimeters and then down again as the other jaffa shrugged. "That will be for the guards in that section to answer for. For now, we must simply bring this one to our lord."

Oh perfect, there's a Goa'uld here. Or is this backwards in time? Could I have gone forwards? Could this be a minor Goa'uld in hiding here from the Ori, or us, in the future? Maybe even Baal? A small smile crept onto Daniel's face at the thought of Baal in hiding on some backwater planet like this one. But he wouldn't know until he saw the Goa'uld he was being brought to. He hadn't had a chance to look at the symbol on the jaffa's foreheads yet.

Moments later a door opened, and the jaffa dragged him through it. Daniel had recognized the route, and as the two men dropped him on the floor he felt a brief flash of panic when he realized where he was. It faded as he grunted, landing on his hands and knees instead of falling all the way to let them know now that he was, in fact, awake, but his mind was still in turmoil over his location.

It's the same room, Daniel thought in despair. The same room where Amaunet…He terminated the thought there, before it could continue, before it could lead to the memories of the last time he had been here. Images flashed through his mind unbidden, and he grimaced, still staring at the floor. He was almost grateful when one of the jaffa spoke, interrupting his thoughts.

"My Lady, we found this Tau'ri in the experiment room," the young jaffa reported.

My Lady. So it was a female Goa'uld, then. If this was some point in the past, it had better not be Nirti. She had almost killed Sam and Jonas, not to mention what she had done to Cassandra. Daniel felt his jaw clench, and had almost worked up enough courage to look up when he heard its voice. The voice briefly commended the jaffa for bringing him straight to her. That was it at first, and then he heard her moving toward him, but what had heard was enough make his jaw go slack again.

Normally, the voices of most Goa'uld were indistinguishable from one another, being so similar, but Daniel had heard this one enough to recognize it immediately, remembered the voice of its host to be so different…

No. No, it can't be…

Then she was close enough that he could see her feet without having to look up, and recognized them, the robes that hung around them…Daniel kept his eyes on the ground, his breath quickening. If he was right, he couldn't look at her. She would recognize him. That wouldn't be good.

"Let us see who we have here," the voice said, closer now.

Please, please be my imagination, please let me be wrong, he begged silently, clenching his eyes shut.

But seconds later he felt fingers capped with the metal of a hand device touch his chin, jerk his head upwards so she could look at him. Unwillingly Daniel opened his eyes…and found himself staring into the face of his wife, who he hadn't seen in almost six years. He couldn't even visit her grave anymore, because the Abydos pyramid and Stargate had been destroyed. Her eyes widened for a split second when she saw his face, but she quickly controlled and suppressed the action. And she simply studied him for a moment while he stared at her in return, open-mouthed, his eyes filling with tears.

"Sha're…" Daniel finally whispered, breaking the silence. It also broke the moment, his moment of hope that maybe it was his wife looking at him. Amaunet frowned and straightened again, sharply letting go of his face.

"If you are who you appear to be, you will know that I am not her," Amaunet said coldly, and his hopes crashed to the ground as they had so many times when he had been here last over six years ago.

Daniel couldn't respond. So many feelings were mixing with each other in his heart that he couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry or recoil in horror. The body was Sha're's, but again he was forced to see her under Amaunet's control. He'd thought it was part of the past, something he could deal with, but now that she was there again, right in front of him, he couldn't seem to control his emotions. He kept his mouth tightly shut; he didn't know what would happen if he tried to open it again.

One of the jaffa was speaking again. "But, my queen, I don't understand. Isn't he one of the prisoners-"

"No," Amaunet interrupted. "He looks like the other one, but his clothing is not the same, and he looks different--older perhaps." She looked down at him again. "That is what it is, is it not? You came through the device. It is operational in the future."

Good guess, Daniel thought blankly. But he didn't answer. The rest of his thought were elsewhere; his head was spinning at he stared at her. He was in the past. Sha're was here. Maybe…maybe now he could make things right. If he could just find a way to get her through the Stargate to Earth, return her to his younger self and the Tok'ra would free her and then his future would be--NO! He couldn't do that. He couldn't change the timeline just to suit his needs. It wouldn't be right. He had probably changed too much already just by being here, by Amaunet seeing him.

That was another reason he couldn't say anything to her. He couldn't let her know how he gotten here. She could speculate that he had used the Goa'uld device all she wanted, but he would never confirm it. Not that he really knew how it ad happened, exactly, in the first place, so simply saying he didn't know how he had gotten here wouldn't really be a lie…

Daniel's thoughts were interrupted when one of the jaffa behind him gave him a kick in the kidneys for his lack of an answer. The archaeologist cried out and fell forward, catching himself with his elbows. Sucking in a deep breath, after a moment he glanced up at Amaunet, the unshed tears still shimmering in his eyes. She saw them, and smiled the arrogant smile of the Goa'uld Daniel remembered hating so much.

"Yes, you know much that could be of use me, I think," she said as the jaffa pulled him up, held his arms, made him keep looking at her. "You know of the time device. You know of the future. Granted, it angers me that at this point you still exist in the future, Daniel Jackson, but once I have what I want from you that will change." Her smile faded. "Now…what can you tell me of the device in future? How far in the future do you come from?"

Daniel remained silent. Anything he said could change something, any knowledge he gave her, and that moment reminding himself that he couldn't tell her anything about the future was the only thing that kept him from breaking down.

At his silence, Amaunet frowned, and suddenly her left hand snapped forward, caught Daniel in the burning grip of the hand device. He gasped as the familiar pain flooded his body again.

"No," Daniel said, finally speaking again. "Sha're don't. Don't do this, please, not…not again," he gasped. He was only rewarded with more pain as the beam intensified.

Amaunet smiled again as he cried out. "So you are from the future. You remember this time--what happened here. Tell me how you escaped. It must be prevented."

Daniel only gave a minute shake of his head as he grimaced in pain, and her frown returned.

"You cannot resist forever. Both you and your former self will learn this," she said angrily.

My former self…? He started to wonder, but the energy from the hand device increased again, forcing a shout from his throat. Daniel tried to keep his thoughts, but the pain was too much now. He began to drown in it, the familiar yet unwelcome sensation of being able to feel nothing but the searing pain of the hand device. In the back of his mind, the only thought still intact pounded in his head.

How can this be happening? How can I be re-living this nightmare like this? This can't be happening…Someone tell me this isn't real… It can't be…Please…

Sam sighed in relief when she saw Daniel walk back into the cell under his own power--well, more like be pushed in, but at least he was on his feet. Jackson stumbled in and straightened, and the door closed behind him. He seemed all right, but he looked frustrated. She didn't blame him.

"Daniel, you okay?" she asked, standing.

He looked in her direction as she approached him, and shrugged. "Physically, perfectly fine. After all, I just came out of a sarcophagus, but other that, well…" He sighed, "You know how it is."

"Yeah," Carter sighed in return. "Is there something else?"

"It's just…well, she didn't show up when they brought me to the sarcophagus this time; they said she was 'occupied', whatever that means" Daniel admitted, frowning. "I was hoping to see her again. I was hoping…" But he didn't have to finish the thought for her to know what he meant. She touched his shoulder.

"Hey, you got through to her once," Sam offered comfortingly. "Now you know you can, that she can get out sometimes. I'm sure you'll see her again. We'll get out of this, okay? With Sha're if at all possible."

Finally Daniel smiled at her. "Thanks." Then he rubbed his arms. "Is it just me, or is it cold in here?"

Carter raised an eyebrow "It's just you. You think it has something to do with the fact that you have two staff-blast-sized holes in your shirt?"

To Sam's relief, he gave a small laugh. It was a welcome sound after everything he had been through in the past day or so, even if it was a small one. "Yeah, I guess it probably does," he answered as he moved off to the back corner of the room to snatch up his jacket and put it on. Once he'd zipped it up he put his glasses back on too, and sat down heavily. Carter went to sit beside him.

"So what now?" Daniel asked quietly.

Sam opened her mouth to reply, but snapped it shut again when they heard footsteps. She sat up, looking toward the door. "That's what I want to know," she frowned.

A moment later the door to the cell opened again, but this time instead of herding Daniel out, the two jaffa dragged someone else in. They dropped the black-clad figure on the ground; he landed face down, his face hidden in his arms, and groaned. One of the jaffa snorted in disdain, and then both retreated again.

As the door closed, both Sam and Daniel stood. Carter's frown deepened when she realized that the man's clothing was an exact match to theirs but for the color. Half a dozen reasons why ran through her mind at once, and she didn't like most of them. Sighing, she stepped to his side and bent down, Daniel close behind her.

Their fellow prisoner was still moaning off and on, breathing heavily, and Carter was pretty sure she could guess what had been done to him before he had been brought here. She grimaced at the memory of the ribbon device, then reached out and put a hand on the newcomer's shoulder and started to roll him onto his back.

"Hey, you okay--Whoa!" Sam shouted and jumped back when she saw his face--it was Daniel's. She fell backward, and would have landed hard on the floor if Daniel hadn't still been standing and caught her. She looked up at him, saw the shocked look on his face, and gulped. "Thanks."

Daniel only nodded absently, his eye still staring warily at the man on the floor. Sam returned her attention there as well, gulped again, and knelt beside him. He had been startled by her outburst and was now focusing on her through glasses and groggy eyes, pure confusion on his face as his breathing slowed.

"Sam?" he ventured hesitantly.

Carter nodded slowly. "Daniel?"

"Yeah…" he nodded in return, even more slowly that she had as he winced, trying to sit up. Sam put a hand on his back and helped him right himself. Once in a sitting position, he looked back on forth between Carter and his twin standing behind her. He raised an eyebrow at the latter.

"Daniel Jackson, I presume?"

Daniel nodded, crossing his arms. "Yep."

The one on the floor nodded. "Nice to meet you. Me too."

Sam looked back and forth between them. "Uhm…I'm confused."

"Join the club," both Daniels said together.