Sorry about how short this chapter is but I'm going through a lot of plot changes at the moment. I can't wait to see how this turns out myself. Thanks to my reviewers.

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Chapter 4

As Sam came too she was aware of a swaying feeling. As her thoughts became less confused she realised that she was in a darkened room on some kind of transport. Most likely a train due to the soft sound of rails passing beneath.

For a second a feeling of fear and complete abandonment ran through her. She didn't know what was going on, the last thing she remembered was Jack's voice shouting for help. Then she had been Jolinar again but they weren't fond memories. The last vision had been of the Tok'ra as she was tortured and beaten until the brink of death, put in a sarcophagus and tortured some more.

Sam couldn't even call out, she couldn't recall the last time she'd had a drink and she was parched. The pain in her leg had returned, Islyndor had informed her the treatment would be fast and efficient but only if she stuck to regular doses of the medicine, and she hadn't done that either.

A shaft of light cut into the darkness from a slot in the door that had just opened. She could hear muffled voices outside the door, they weren't Goa'uld but they were deep and eerie, not pleasant at all. The door opened and two shadowy figures entered. They appeared to be of human form but if she looked closely Sam could swear they were semitransparent.

Silently they flanked her and hauled her up by her arms. She let out of a yelp of pain as they started leading her to the door, her broken leg causing her agony.

"What are you doing with me?" she demanded, keeping the note of pain from rising in her voice and the tears from slipping from the corners of her eyes. Her guards kept walking as if they hadn't heard her. As they approached a second carriage the clawed fingers wound even tighter around her arms. A third figure appeared, walking right through the door - confirming Sam' theory of their unworldly presence.

It beckoned them through into the carriage and Sam began to feel that familiar tingle that meant a Goa'uld was nearby. More of the ethereal forms were inside, crowding around something. A harsh command was barked and the drifted away, revealing the source of Sam's anxiety.

"Bow before your God!" she ordered, eyes glowing in the semi-darkness. The fear inside Sam increased tenfold as she saw the four canopic jars at the right hand of Sekhmet. She prayed to God that someone would find her.

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Jack hadn't slept any of the few hours that remained after their long night of story swapping. Rick, Evie and Alex had bedded down as soon as the information had been passed on. Teal'c had gone into Kel'no'reem and Daniel had sat quietly with Jack until weariness had overcome him too. Now it was just Jack and the Magi, who had risen early to assess the damage now their minds were clear.

Jack was beginning to feel agitated, he wanted to find Sam and work out a way to get home. Goa'uld hunting along the way was not an idea he savoured. He looked around when he heard someone approaching from a distance, shouting something in arabic. Daniel's head appeared from the tent flap as he listened to the man's frantic shouting.

"What's he saying?" Daniel held up a hand to quiet his commander's pestering.

"He says he has news of..." he muttered something, making sure he had the right translation. "He has news of Sekhmet and the kidnapped. He must mean Sam." As they headed off to find Ahdeth Jack inwardly smiled, they were finally getting somewhere.

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Sam recoiled as Sekhmet approached her with one of the symbiotes from the canopic jars. A smile played over her features as she savoured the look of fear and horror on her hostage's face. Sam couldn't help the tears escaping, no one was there to help her and it looked like she might finally become one of the things she hated most.

Sekhmet ran a finger over the length of the Goa'uld , watching it curl into her hand. She placed a kiss on it's smooth side and put it back into the jar.

"Don't fret my darling." her voice vibrated around the narrow compartment, "we won't use you as a host, you are not right. You have been used as a vessel before, have you not?" Sam felt relief and terror fight inside her and she didn't answer the Goa'uld.

"I can sense it, and yet you are a perfect choice. You shall be among the ones who shall bear my children." the guards lifted Sam to a standing position. Sekhmet approached her, the object they had thought to be a hand device glowing green in her hand.

"This shall not hurt." she promised emptily as her victim struggled as realisation dawned on her. Pain coursed through her body as the Goddess pressed the device to her stomach.

TBC

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