Plez see chapter one for disclaimer/notes/everything…

SPOILERS: A Hundred Days and Beneath the Surface (just a few "flashback" snippets from each)

And I guess that I've also finally figured out what season I'm dealing with now, so…

SEASON: Four

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Images.

She was standing in front of the Stargate, or the Gateway of Eternity, in a gray, alien room. Impossibly, a silver pool of water was being held suspended within the circle of stone. It was like a mirror, without a reflection.

Then the image blurred into another and Kamilah found herself in a different room than the last. It was slightly less intimidating, with a familiar, nostalgic feel. It was gray, like the room with the Stargate and had no windows. Further investigation revealed that there was a table, on top of which, there were papers filled with nonsense.

No, not nonsense, calculations. Important calculations.

Voices.

Sometimes, if she listened hard enough, she could hear whispered bits of forgotten conversation.

"You working through the night again?" a woman's voice said. She sounded worried.

And if she further strained her ears… "You miss him," the woman told Kamilah.

"Yeah," Kamilah heard herself respond to the ghost. There was no one in the room, just echoes of past memories.

"Is this a problem?" asked the unknown woman.

Kamilah's voice said quickly, "No, no, of course not."

"Okay, good night."

"Good night."

Then black. Kamilah couldn't see anything. But the ghosts didn't stop talking.

The woman with Kamilah's voice was talking again. "…Just a lot of vague images. You know there are things about this place that I like."

Kamilah had the distinct feeling that it was somehow a very different place and time, compared to the last.

"Really?" It was the man, again. He had a rich, soothing voice, "Would it mean anything if I told you I remembered something else?"

"What?" asked the woman.

"Feelings."

"Feelings?"

"I remember feeling feelings."

"For me?"

Faces.

The darkness faded away and Kamilah felt herself open her eyes.

She was shocked at what she saw, the man's face. He was pale, his hair was graying and he had brown eyes. He was smirking at her; it was a warming expression. But even with the half-smile, the man looked weary, like he had lived through a thousand more hardships then a 'normal' person.

But, then again, they weren't normal people…

Kamilah woke up to Runihura shaking her gently.

"Kamilah?" a male tenor voice spoke.

'Where am I?' Kamilah opened her eyes to see a man with brown hair and dark eyes, sun-tanned skin with a slim physique. A handsome man. 'Who is he?' she thought fearfully. Her short-term memory reminded her quickly: Runihura. Husband.

'Not the man from my dreams,' she mused, 'that's odd, isn't it?'

"Kamilah, wake up."

'Odd. Everything there is odd.' "Sure," she answered. She was careful to always answer what was expected. It always seemed like she was walking on eggshells around Runihura.

"I'll see you for midday meal, Beautiful?" She hated it when he called her 'Beautiful'. "I have some important business this morning."

More meetings, probably with those frowning guards. Jaffa, her sluggish mind reminded her. Runihura came over, a smile plastered on his face. Then, he kissed her on the cheek before leaving the room. She had to order her body to not recoil from his touch.

"Mert! Mert!"

Mert could hear Kamilah yelling her name. She stopped walking and watched as Kamilah ran up next to her in the hallway.

"Mert, I'm so bored that I'm going insane!" Kamilah exclaimed, "I've been walking around mindlessly all morning and everyone is so busy. I feel useless."

Mert covered a chuckle with her hand, "Well, we have some extremely important guests today. That's why there's so much activity."

"Really? Who? Anyone I know… or anyone who knows me?"

"Calm down Kamilah," said Mert. She took her arm and started to walk her further down the hallway, "I'm surprised that Runihura didn't say, but Nephthys and his party showed up this morning."

"Nephthys? That name, it's incredibly familiar."

"I'm not surprised. Nephthys first came to Abayomous about a year ago. Under his guidance, our planet has flourished and prospered. He is a very powerful man; some say even a God. Runihura is his High Minister on Abayomous. I wouldn't be surprised if you even got to meet him!" Mert seemed star-struck at the possibility.

Kamilah didn't like the sound of Nephthys, actually the whole thing definitely irked her. She pushed the feeling aside; like so many others.

The two women continued gossiping for a while, Mert in control of the conversation. That was until they rounded a corner and almost bumped into a Jaffa.

The living statue spoke, "Runihura has requested that his wife accompany me to the ziggurat."

Mert smiled at Kamilah encouragingly and lightly pushed her in the direction of the Jaffa, who had already begun walking.

"I'll see you later in the evening," said Mert.

Kamilah nodded and followed the Jaffa. She really didn't like being around them; if she didn't know that it was ridiculous, she'd say that she was allergic to them. Her stomach had butterflies whenever she was near the stone-faced guards.

The guard took her to the magnificent gold doors that led into the ziggurat. He opened the door for her and she walked inside.

There were a crushing number of people inside the large temple. Numerous Jaffa were standing guard, surrounding the walls of the room at evenly spaced intervals. There were a few men, including her husband who were sitting on pillows, near the end of the room. In front of them was the large "throne" chair where Runihura usually sat. But, in his place was the strangest, most frightening man that Kamilah had ever seen. But, Kamilah thought, I can't let them know that I am intimidated. I won't let that weakness show.

"Ah. Kamilah, wife. I am so glad you are here."

Kamilah tried her best to smile lovingly to him. "I came as quickly as possible."

Runihura nodded and took her towards the strange god that was perched on his chair.

"Nephthys, this is my wife, Kamilah." The man stared at her, seeming to dissect her with his glaze. Kamilah looked him straight into his eyes and wasn't surprised when they seemed to flash gold.

It's must be a nightmare, she thought, I thought this creature was just a figment of one of my dreams.

The monster laughed, "This one has fire, Runihura. She will suit you well." Oh my god, his voice! It sent chills down Kamilah's spine. It was alien, the tone warped and twisted, and sounding more like two people then one. Her stomach was performing acrobats.

Kamilah's husband seemed to take it as approval and waved his arm lightly at her. It was an obvious sign: "get out of here, now" and Kamilah couldn't be happier to oblige.

Kamilah scurried out of the room as quick as she could without breaking into a run. She had never noticed the slight gasp of recognition from one of the scribes, when she had entered. She hadn't seen how he had kept his eyes on her for the entire meeting. She was too preoccupied to notice how he had watched carefully the exchange between herself and Nephthys. She didn't know that the scribe's mind was twirling with confusion…

Why was Major Samantha Carter of the Tauri on a Goa'uld enslaved planet? And why was she masquerading as the wife of one of the High Ministers?

TBC

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-S