Title: SG-3 (03/10)
Rating: R
Spoilers: Hathor
Details: Angst, alternative episode, 3rd person
Summary: Sam is thrown in at the deep end with her first mission on SG-3.
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places in this story belong to me, they are the property of MGM Worldwide, ShowTime, Gekko Film Corporation and Brad Wright. No copyright infringement intended - please don't sue me! I'm skint anyhow.
Author Notes: Thanks to my new beta readers Adele and LauraJo! Couldn't have done it without you!
~SG-3 (03/10) ~
(c) Ruth, May 2003
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Two explorers brushed the dirt away from a sarcophagus with mounting glee. A man and a woman, of average height but unusual dress, were unearthing a piece of ancient Myan mythology.
"What is an Egyptian sarcophagus doing in a Mayan temple?" the woman asked.
They argued for a few minutes, but then the woman touched something on the top of the sarcophagus and it opened. She ran behind her partner in fright as a beautifully clad woman sat up in the sarcophagus. Seconds later, she spoke to them in a deep voice like they had never heard before.
"Where is Ra?" she asked.
"Uh…I assume you mean the God Ra," the woman's partner began.
Hathor seemed very irritated. "You are not Goa'uld!" she said.
While the two explorers were trying to work out what Goa'uld were, Hathor raised her hand to reveal a metal adornment of what looked like jewellery. Instead, an orange beam shot out of the centre and the explorers screamed their last scream.
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General Hammond was talking to SG-3 in the briefing room when a young airman entered. He firstly informed them that SG-1 had left on their mission (they now comprised of Colonel O'Neill, Major Kawalsky, the archaeologist Daniel Jackson and an alien bloke or jaffa as he liked to be known, called Teal'c.) As he was about to leave he told General Hammond.
"Someone attempted an unauthorised entrance, sir."
Hammond shrugged. "Happens every now and then. Let the police deal with him."
The airman looked nervous. "Ah…it's a her, sir, and Major Lowell thought you might like to speak with her."
"Why the hell did he think that?" Hammond asked.
"She knew that the Stargate was here, sir."
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Makepeace, Hammond and Phillips went to see the new arrival, while Sam went to her lab and James went to get a cup of tea.
"Well, ma'am, how did you know that the Stargate was here?" asked General Hammond.
"We were drawn to it!" she said in annoyance.
Makepeace snorted. "Of course we were," he said mockingly.
She ignored the ignorant man standing beside her.
"General, why don't we find a nice rubber room for the lady?" asked Makepeace.
"Why don't we just see what she wants?" General Hammond asked.
"Where is Ra?" she asked.
"Ra?" asked Phillips; "He was killed. He's dead."
The woman smiled. "Then we owe you gratitude indeed!"
Phillips started. "You're not…upset?"
"Not at all," she smiled, "You have done us a great favour."
She picked up Phillips' hand and brought it to her lips, not quite touching. Then (unbeknown to the men in the room) she breathed a purple gas onto his hand. He gazed at her for a moment, mesmerised, then got up and went over to the other men.
"I think we should keep her in. Talk to her and see what she knows." Phillips argued.
Robert Makepeace looked at his fellow teammate in shock. "Phillips, can I have a word, please? Ma'am." He gave her a mocking bow before leaving the room.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Phillips? She's obviously a headcase and you, quite frankly, are agitating her symptoms!"
Phillips folded his arms. "Their knowledge will be most useful to us."
"Their? Their? You know as well as I do that there was only one woman in that room, Phil, and I would argue that she's not all there anyway!"
"I do not wish to speak to you on this matter," said Phillips, and walked in a trance back to Hathor, who held General Hammond's hand in hers. She breathed the purple gas onto him and he arranged for her to de-brief SG-3 in just half an hour. Then, he left the room. Makepeace noted that he had a curious look about him - almost one of glee. This was highly unusual for General Hammond.
Half an hour later, Colonel Makepeace and his team were waiting in the briefing room for Hammond and their guest to arrive. Sam couldn't quite believe what Makepeace had told her. It also appeared to her that Phillips was acting strangely, but she dared not to ask him anything. Just then, General Hammond entered and sat down.
Sam cast her eyes up to the stairs where a young and very beautiful woman was making her way down. She turned to look at General Hammond and was shocked to see that he was transfixed on her. She frowned, and cast a look to her commanding officer who also appeared inert at the sight of the woman.
She folded her arms and resolved to get to the bottom of whatever was going on.
Hathor took Makepeace's hand in hers and kissed it. Sam shuddered inwardly, but her reaction turned to alarm when she noticed he was exhibiting the same behaviour as Phillips.
She went next to James Edelson, thanking him for allowing her presence there. From the minute she breathed on him, he was cast under her spell. Sam chewed on her lower lip as she watched the men around her.
"If she's a Goa'uld, shouldn't she be under guard?" Sam asked Makepeace.
Makepeace blatantly ignored her question and instead he introduced her to the woman who had them all fixated on her.
"Miss Hathor, this is Captain Carter," he said, giving Sam a push in her lower back that sent her stumbling forwards.
The woman studied her with large brown eyes. "You are an exceedingly beautiful woman," she said.
"Thank you," said Sam, not really taking the compliment in, "So are you."
The men didn't move, their adoring glances still cast on Hathor.
"General," said Sam, "Aren't you the least bit concerned that…"
"Captain, be quiet!" he warned. "Now, ma'am, I would be honored to give you a tour of our facility."
He glided past Sam, offering his hand to Hathor. The two of them then left the room, shortly followed by Phillips, Makepeace and Edelson.
The door slammed shut. Sam folded her arms and frowned. She needed to do some research.
She went to her lab and did a search for the Egyptian goddess Hathor. Just as she was viewing the results, her good friend Janet Fraiser entered the room.
"Hey," she smiled, "Whatcha doing?"
"I'm doing an Internet search for Hathor," she said, "But this really isn't my field of expertise."
"What did you find?" Janet asked.
"Well, most of the pages describe her as a wonderful and well-loved goddess of Egyptian mythology, but there are some pages that say she was sent to Earth by Ra to kill us, but she changed her mind. This paragraph here says that she has the power to control men. It describes them as 'drunk in her presence.'
Janet nodded. "That's the way I'd describe our guys."
Sam nodded in reply. "It also describes her as the 'mother of all pharaohs.'
Janet frowned. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"She's probably the mother of all Goa'uld, yes."
"So, she's like a queen bee."
"Yep."
"What do you suggest we do?" Janet asked.
Sam looked at her friend confidently. "I suggest we neutralise her."
Makepeace looked at the woman standing before him.
"Uh…ma'am, I was wondering if you'd seen my teammate, John Phillips?" he asked.
"I have not," she replied, slowly moving closer to him. Makepeace swallowed.
"Uh, right, well - I'd better be going then."
"Please stay," she whispered, "We have a special honor for you."
She breathed her purple gas onto his hand and he stopped thrashing about. She carefully undid the buttons of his shirt.
"You shall have the pleasure of being Hathor's first new Jaffa," she smiled, her eyes flashing.
Makepeace bit back a cry of pain at the burning in his stomach. When she eventually pulled away, he looked down and saw to his horror that he had a pouch like that of the Jaffa Teal'c on SG-1.
He looked at her in horror. She only smiled and clicked her fingers. His teammate John Phillips came out of nowhere, in a similar state of undress to him.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
He got no reply.
Meanwhile, Sam and the other women on the base were gathering a small resistance to try and neutralise Hathor. She was quite excited at the thought, but also nervous of the lives she would be risking.
"Let's move out," she said confidently. I always wanted to say that, she thought.
They swept quickly along the corridors.
"Uh…Sam…what if someone sees us?" Janet asked.
"Well, if it's a man he'll be under Hathor's control before he can do anything about it - and besides, when's the last time you saw a new woman get assigned here?"
Janet nodded. "True."
Just then, a young Lieutenant informed Sam that Hathor was in the men's' locker room. Cautiously, she entered the room, stopping short at the sight that greeted her.
Hathor sat in the middle of the room in a bathtub. Her eyes were closed, but Sam dreaded to think about what was going on beneath the water. Suddenly, the woman's eyes opened and she looked right at Sam.
Out of nowhere, the men appeared and pointed guns at all of the women, ordering them to stand down. To her horror, she saw Hammond and Makepeace in the centre of them.
Makepeace looked at her and shook his head sadly. "Is this any way to treat a guest, Captain?"
Then, she was forcibly disarmed and led away to a cell, where she was thrown in with the other women.
She apologised for getting them all locked up. Janet was quiet, thinking.
"Sam? If this gas of hers is hormone driven like I suspect, that means she's making the men libidinous."
Sam swallowed. "Okay, why don't I like where this is going?"
A few seconds later, the airmen heard a knock on the door of the cell where the women were being held.
One of them looked inside. "Ladies?" he asked.
"Open up, Airman!" Janet called. "I've got something for ya!"
He stopped. "Sorry, ma'am, I only take orders from Hathor."
Janet sighed deeply. "Airman, there are five women in here, very alone."
The airman looked at his mate and they both grinned.
The door opened. Sam sighed. "Why do I feel like I'm in a 'women behind bars' movie?"
"What are you suggesting, Ladies?" asked the first man, eyeing Janet hungrily.
Janet smiled seductively. "Whatever you want, Airman!"
The other man looked at Sam. She sighed, knowing what she had to do.
Within the space of a minute the two men were unconscious and tied to a chair in the room. Sam locked the door and then they continued on to the locker room.
Hathor was now moving Makepeace into her tub, which was filled to the brim with squirming Goa'ulds.
"The strongest larva will find your womb and move into it," she said softly, before leaving the room.
Sam walked in and swallowed hard at the sight that greeted her.
"Help me get him out of the tub!" she shouted.
Between the four of them, the women dragged Makepeace across the room to a waiting bench. Janet put her hand into his pouch to check if there was anything inside. She shook her head. "He's clean."
"We need to get him to the sarcophagus," said Sam.
Just as they were putting him into it, Hathor entered the room. They all ran to hide behind it. Sam was surprised when it opened almost immediately.
"What's going on?" asked Makepeace. Hathor glared at him and raised her ribbon device. He jumped out of the sarcophagus and by the side of it, where he was surprised to see Captain Carter.
"Good to have you back, sir," she said.
"What, I went?" he asked, grabbing the gun she handed him. That was when the sarcophagus started to make a very unhealthy noise due to the gunfire.
"It's gonna blow!" said Makepeace, as he and the women ducked behind a door. He just slid his card through the security pass to close the doors when the sarcophagus exploded, making a total mess of the gateroom.
"What now?" asked Sam.
"Now you and me go after that Goa'uld!" he said. Sam followed him out of the smouldering gateroom.
They found her in the men's locker room again. This time she had Phillips with her. Makepeace raised his weapon and Carter stepped forwards to fire, but Hathor saw her and used her ribbon device to throw Sam against the wall.
Her gaze then rested on Makepeace. "You have failed us, our love. You will not fail us again!"
Makepeace swallowed, and found himself unable to move. Hathor raised her ribbon device to kill him, but Sam got up and fired on her with her handgun.
"NNNOOOOOOO!" shouted Phillips, as he watched Hathor fall into the tub and then the tub set on fire.
"Get him out of here!" Sam choked. She and Makepeace held the grieved Phillips between them and ran out of the room, as Hathor rose from her flaming bath and walked out of the room.
The next morning, Sam and Janet were trying to salvage evidence from the locker room when three very sheepish looking men entered.
Makepeace, Hammond and Phillips all stood with their hands in their pockets looking at the floor. Sam was fairly amused by this.
"Ladies, I wanted to thank you for the way you conducted yourselves yesterday. Without you we would all be in serious trouble. I'm putting you up for a commendation medal."
"Y..you are?" Sam asked, trying to hide her grin.
"Yeah. Thanks, Carter," said Phillips.
"Ya did good," said Makepeace uncomfortably.
Finally, unable to hide it any more, Sam and Janet grinned at each other. Being a girl in a man's club wasn't always such a bad thing…
CONTINUED IN PART 4
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