Helloooooo Again, thanks for coming back, Mugseymalone thanks for the review asking if I'd lost the plot a bit, well, as promised, Daniel's decision to fire on the ship will be explained here. MurdocksChica, the Kree's are just for you! There's always a method to my madness, sometimes….maybe.  Before I get started, just thought I'd warn you this chapter is darker than what I normally do, so get your lighters or flashlights out. This is my first time at doing all this evilness, so let's see if I can pull it off, if not oh well…flame away!  I'm a big girl I can take it!

Spoilers: Season 2 Onwards

Rating: Um, not quite sure 15

Stargate: Let me check! Is it mine…….nope.

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 With his eyes glowing, his voice distorted by the symbiote held deep within, he glared at them with hatred clearly evident and said, "You are *my* prisoners now, and I shall ensure that you will suffer pain like you have never experienced before.  You will beg for mercy by the time I have finished my torture, and I shall enjoy watching you both suffer."  Each word was clearly enunciated in a slow methodical fashion.

Jack had indeed seen that look before; from his Black Ops days, and knew that what he had experienced there, was gonna be a picnic compared to this.  His thoughts though were not for himself, but for his 2IC, as her eyes widened in fear.  She had been through so much over the last couple of days, and he didn't know if she would make it, hell he didn't even know if he would make it.  His last hope was that they were kept together, as Amemait shouted "Take them to their cell, I shall deal with them later."

Jack's thoughts from earlier resurfaced, as him and Carter were scooped of the ground, their hands forced behind their backs. "Yep..very bad day."

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Daniel knowing that urgency was of the essence winked out of existence from their time and space. Instead of descending near the vicinity of Jack and Sam as he had done earlier, he found himself surrounded by a council, in a chamber like environment.  Daniel stood in the centre of the room on a podium like structure. Looking around the room in wonder, he noted that 12 people whom he recognised as ascentians surrounded him.  There in the forefront of the 'council chambers' sat Oma Desala the leader of those, who like Daniel took the path into becoming noncorporeal beings.

Oma Desala rose from her seat and spoke serenely "Doctor Daniel Jackson, you have been brought against this panel due to your recent actions.  You were aware of our regulations when you joined with us.  Yet, here you stand before us. Please explain why you felt it necessary to undermine our ways in such a fashion that you were willing to take the life of a few to save one. Not only that, you clearly interfered with the path of your friend Samantha Carter; she was not meant to survive this encounter. You were sent to your friend for one purpose and one purpose alone. Yet instead of assisting her with the ascension process, you disregarded your true purpose.  What explanation can you give us?"

Daniel stood shocked; he knew he had broken their rules, not once, but twice.  He had made the choice of saving Sam, because he believed that she had so much more to accomplish. If he had helped her to ascend, then all the good work she had done would have been for nothing. Regardless of what they said, he believed he'd made the right decision, and was more than prepared to tell them this.  As for the firing on the Goa'uld, well, he knew the risks on that one, but he wasn't prepared to let all his friends die. It was as simply as that.  He'd seen what the future was like when he'd gone to the alternate timeline. Without SG1 fighting the Goa'uld; he didn't believe that there would be a future, for them or anyone else.

Inhaling deeply he explained, "They're my friends, I couldn't let them die. I've seen the future, and trust me, if the reality that I've seen happens, then there won't be anyone left to ascend, they will all have been taken over by the Goa'uld."

Oma Desala sat serenely, her hands clasped in front of her, a glow emanating from her soul, encompassing her whole being, "It is not your decision to make. Fate takes it's own turns in life, and if this was to be.."

Daniel butted in, "Ah.. but don't you see, with me ascending, it allows me to step in and help them. Now surely if SG1 and Sam were meant to die, then why did you allow me to remain there? You could've stopped me then."

As usual she countered his argument with her words of wisdom, "He, who does not want others to know, should not do it."

Daniel heard the words she said, and couldn't fault the logic of them. She was right in her own way, but the council and Oma needed to understand that you couldn't just break a bond that had taken years to forge. Oma continued, "It was not my decision alone Doctor Jackson, others needed to be consulted with regards to your actions.  You were very fortunate indeed that you were not responsible for any deaths on the glider; otherwise we would not be having this conversation. You would have been banished forthwith. As it stands now, we are allowing you the choice to either remain here with us, or leave.  If you choose the second option, you will retain no memory of your time with us, or that of your friends. It was your choice that you join us, and we are not so much concerned if you are slow, as when you come to a halt."

Daniel trying to think of a good analogy that would fit his situation looked at her, with a mixture of uncertainty in his eyes, he was torn between helping his friends and staying with others of his kind, "You also have to understand that the journey of a thousand miles beings with a single step. Sometimes along the journey different roads are taken, but they ultimately lead you to the same path."

Oma nodded in understanding "So, you have made your choice."

"No, no, no. That's the point, I haven't chosen yet. There may be things that I encounter on the path I take, that cause me act…um..inappropriately.  I'm torn between the old path and the new. I might make mistakes along the way, but this time, I didn't feel as if I had a choice. They are my family, and it's very difficult to stand by watching them suffer."

"Some people find that they were not meant to take this path Doctor Jackson.  The choice is yours to make, and we await your decision."

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They were taken to cell unlike any other they had seen on a Goa'uld ship. It was cold, dark and foreboding the air had a smell of death as they were forced into the darkness. There were no windows or benches to rest their weary bodies. Both feeling worse for wear stumbled in the darkness and found their way into a small corner of the room.  The guards enjoying the pleasure of seeing the Tauri being humbled by their master.

O'Neill sat down gingerly, the pain increasing with each movement he made.  With one last bit of effort he shouted, "Love what you've done with the place, real classy."

The Jaffa sneered towards O'Neill, eyes filled with venom as he retorted, "You may laugh now Tauri, but my master will ensure that you do not laugh again."

Lingering for a moment to see if the human made another comment, he smiled contentedly, eager to find out what his master had in store for them. Stepping out of the cell, he watched as the door shut firm behind him. The last flickers of light from the corridor extinguished, leaving Sam and Jack alone in the night.

The quietness of the room was deafening, they could almost hear their own heartbeats. Neither had said anything to each other since they'd met with Amemait.

"So" she asked softly, her voice resonating in the emptiness of the room.

"So"

Sam leant her head on the Colonel's shoulders; she needed to feel his presence, not in a sexual way, purely to seek solace in his warmth.  Jack reciprocating let his head fall on top of hers.

"What now sir?"

Fatigue had engulfed him; his mind and body were weary. If they were gonna face what was ahead of them, they would need all the rest they could get.  Jack knew Sam must have been as exhausted as he was, if not more.

"Now we sleep, Major." He replied softly.

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*NOW* Jacob shouted.

Suddenly the craft decelerated with such force Jonas fell forward onto the engineering console in the back.  Keeping an eye on the chrysalis matrix, he heard the craft groan in effort as all the systems were tested to their maximum capacity.

As if right on queue, the ship flew past them. So far the crystals were holding, but for how long; he wasn't sure. In the front of the craft, Jacob and Teal'c were busy targeting the lead Goa'uld ship, which was just about to come into range. All of them prepared for what was to come.  Jacob's hand lay tentatively over the weapons console in preparation.

Suddenly the glider came into view. The targeting scanners indicated that a release of the weapon now, would cause maximum impact. Jacob fired saying, "This one's for Sam."  The weapon careered towards the glider; it's velocity increasing in intensity.  As if on cue, the weapon hit its target with such force, exploding the main carriage first. Then like a back draft effect it spread throughout the ship, destroying everything in its path.  With the ship ready to explode, Teal'c waited for that vital second, then hit the console to activate the hyperspace drive.

The second glider caught up by the impact of the explosion lost control and veered off in the opposite direction preparing to initiate an emergency landing. 

Their ship juddered as the activation of the hyper drive came into effect, almost causing their craft to fall back to the planet.  Teal'c feeling the pressure of the craft took the generator offline, they were back to normal speed.

Teal'c relaxing slightly advised, "We have been victorious!"

Jacob looking at him with a smile responded, "No, Teal'c, I think we were just damn lucky."

Jonas returned to the cockpit, relieved that everything had turned out as planned. "So, what now?"

The three turned towards each other, Jacob taking a deep breath said, "Now, we go find Jack and Sam."

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They didn't know how long they had been asleep, but it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours before they were interrupted.

Jack was woken up abruptly by something jabbing him in the ribs, "Ow! Pack it in Carter!" then opening his eyes for the first time, he realised it wasn't Carter. She was beginning to stir next to him; it was one of Amemait's guards leering at him. He sat up straighter, trying to focus his eyes in the darkness, but all he could see was a murky image; he waited patiently while his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He looked over again towards Carter, who undoubtedly was having the same problems.

After a few seconds, the two were more alert, and prepared themselves for the next phase; whatever that was. The Jaffa grabbed them by the arms and hauled them to their feet. The swelling in Jack's ankle had lessened while they were asleep due to the cold conditions, but unfortunately the stiffness and pain resumed as soon as he put two feet on the ground.  Turning towards Carter, he noticed that she was very pale; the skin under her eyes had darkened considerably over the last few hours. Looking at her with scrutiny, he asked, "You okay?"

Sam for a few hours had let her guard down, and with it went all the adrenaline that had kept her going since the cave in on the planet. Her body shook slightly form the exhaustive effort of the past few days, and the cold that seemed to encumber her whole body.

"I'm okay, sir." The look that he gave her indicated that he didn't believe a word of what she was saying, so she persisted. "Really, sir, I'm okay."  With the situation that they were in, she didn't want him worrying about her; it had got him into enough trouble the last time. Casually examining his face, she noticed his cheek was now covered in a dark purple hue where a bruise was starting to form. His bottom lip was split, but thankfully the blood had dried. They were the only visible injuries she noted. She didn't even get the chance to see his ankle, or his wound from earlier that day where the guard had kidney punched him, and she didn't think it likely that he would show her anytime soon.

"Whatever happens Major, we need to try and stay together." He told her solemnly as they were dragged out of the cell.

Sam agreed with a slight head nod. Forcibly taken through the gold corridors of the Goa'uld mother ship, they seemed to be walking for ages.  Jack and Sam both eyeing up their surroundings, noting the layout of the ship and anything else that could come in handy.  Instead of being to taken to Amemait's throne room where they had been earlier, they found themselves being placed in a room that was far more sinister.

Scanning the room they noticed a wall equipped with heavy metal shackles. Looking past the shackles, they saw what appeared to be dried blood, which had stained the wall. Across in another corner they saw trays of instruments; carefully laid out in sequence. Syringes filled with coloured liquid were evidently displayed on top. Underneath lay mechanical devices that Jack had never seen before. He snapped his head towards Sam, who eyes looked around in horror at the instruments that Amemait, had planned to subject them to. Sam noting one of the devices on the trays observed that the edges appeared to be serrated on one side, whilst the other side contained an implement similar to that of a scalpel. The other devices she recognised as Goa'uld design, but not ones that she had come across before. Suddenly, they were pushed towards the middle of the room where Amemait lay in wait, stood next to a table equipped with leather straps; his eyes hungrily awaiting his next victims.

In his Goa'uldish voice Amemait stepped nearer to them; eyeing them up and down.  His hand moving up to his chin, stroking it gently in contemplation of the pain he was about to inflict on them.  "Welcome! As you may have noticed, this isn't your typical Goa'uld enslavement. *This* is *my* speciality.  You see, sometimes I find the Goa'uld methods of torture so limited.  They cause pain, yes, but these devices here…" he indicated to the items that littered the room. "They are able to inflict so much more pain. What's more this method of torture allows me to keep my subjects alive that little bit longer."

Their expressions were stoic, not wanting to show this 'man' the fear they actually contained inside. All this anticipation was making Sam more worried than she ever thought she would be. Both her and the Colonel had been tortured in the past, but not like this.  What scared her the most, wasn't the pain that would be inflicted on her body, but what she might reveal. Her C.O remained as passive as ever, as she heard him say "I love a man who enjoys his work. But, ya know what? A guy can take things to far."

Amemait sneered; he would enjoy torturing this human the most. "Ah Colonel O'Neill.  You still have your sense of humour I see. Please allow me to take care of that for you. Won't you and your companion come over here and witness the delight of what I have to offer you both."

"Thanks, but, no thanks, I'm sure you're a very busy man.  Hey, but here's an idea! Maybe you can experiment on yourself! Anything you do has gotta be an improvement on what I'm looking at." O'Neill countered. One thing was for sure, if anything were to happen to him he was not gonna lose his sense of humour.

Stepping towards them, barely an inch away from the Colonel's face, he spat, "I will have the most fun with you. Jaffa Kree!" Amemait though did not direct the guards to take the Colonel, he was indicating for Sam to be brought forward.

Seeing what was happening Jack shouted, "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. On my planet it's gentleman before ladies. *I* go first, *not* her."

"Colonel!" Sam shouted warningly, she would not let him risk his life for her.

"Major! Don't!" He warned stepping further forward in an attempt to block the guards from taking her.

"Ah, how touching. Do not worry Colonel; you will get your chance.  Now though, all I require is Major Carter."

Jack's eyes took on an intensity of darkness and said, "Over my dead body."

Amemait smirked, "Yes, it will be, but not yet."

The guards grabbed Jack first, and attempted to herd him out of the room.  Jack just managed to free one hand, and used it to push the guard away thinking, "Oh well, it's now or never." With luck on his side, he managed to punch the guard in the stomach, hitting him with such force that the Jaffa dropped his staff weapon.  Seizing the only opportunity he was likely to get, he grabbed the staff weapon off the floor and activated it. Turning towards Amemait, he prepared to fire. Unfortunately he wasn't quick enough, but before he had the chance to fire, he felt a searing pain in his back as he was hit with a staff blast. The staff weapon dropped to the floor first, then swiftly followed by the Colonel. The last thing he heard was Carter, screaming his name.  His body hit the ground with full force.  He gasped one last time, before his body decided to give up the fight.

"You incompetent fools, do you realise you've lost me a valuable prisoner." He shouted angrily at the guards who now stood next to O'Neill's dead body. "Kree Jaffa! Take him to the sarcophagus, and then return him to the cell.  I am not done with him yet."

With that, 2 guards lifted the Colonel, and shepherded him out of the room, leaving Sam Carter alone with Amemait.  Seeing the Colonel shot in the back like that caused tears to well up in her sky blue eyes. Even placing him in the sarcophagus, she knew that there were risks. She felt helpless as the guards disappeared from view taking Colonel O'Neill along with them.

The System Lord grabbed Major Carter's arm with such strength, that it left an indentation of fingerprints. "Get on the table" he demanded.

"No!"

"You will either get on by yourself, or I will have the guards force you on there.  Now get on the table." He retorted angrily.

Sam's face contorted with anger, "Then your gonna have to force me, cos I'm not doing it willingly." One thing was for sure; she was going to make this as difficult for him as remotely possible.

"Di'Dak'dida. Hs'shak, Jaffa, Kree." Amemait yelled towards his servants, who in turn grabbed the Major and hauled her up onto the table, restraining her arms in place so that they could fasten the attachments to keep her there. Sam struggled wildly against her captors. With the catches on her arms now in place, Amemait placed a headband across her forehead. Metal probes from the headband impregnated her scull, causing Sam to scream in pain.

Sam's fists clenched so hard that her knuckles went white.  Her eyes scrunched tightly with the pressure of the spikes forcing their way into her cranium.  After a few seconds she heard a buzzing sound to her side, then felt the pain dissipate.  Regaining her control she demanded "What are you gonna do with me?"

"You will see my dear, all in good time." He moved his hand from her head and softly caressed her face with perverse pleasure.  His hand began moving slowly downwards.  Sam felt physically sick at his touch.  Struggling, she tried to shake of his hands, but found it was hopeless. The more she struggled, the more he liked it. With his hands now moving slowly down the centre of her breasts, she did the only thing she could do; spit at him. He looked up at her initially in disgust, his hand remaining between her breasts for a moment longer. Then his face turned to one of pleasure, he enjoyed having her despise him. It gave him such power to know that she was repulsed by his touch, and if his ultimate goal was to make her his queen, then he needed her to have a little tenacity.

Slowly taking his hand away, he walked over to the nearest table, which Sam remembered had contained all the syringes and instruments. Amemait picking up a loaded syringe off the tray carefully examined the substance within.  He casually walked back towards her, the needle grasped in his hand. "We can either do this the easy way, or the hard way Major Carter?" Amemait sneered. "Now, tell me where the Tok'ra base is."

"Go to hell!" She replied vehemently.

With his head slightly turned, he leaned down to her and whispered, "I believe you will be going there first Major." With that, he injected the contents of the syringe into the jugular vein in her neck. Carter screamed in agony, as the substance entered her bloodstream.  The poison now flowing profusely through her veins caused her muscles to contract violently; causing her body to lift off the table. The restraints previously holding her down, strained to contain her. Amemait monitoring her vitals noted that her hear rate had accelerated to 170 beats, and body temperature his risen by 3 degrees.

After several minutes her body ceased convulsing and her vitals dropped to a more respectable level. Sam opened her eyes. Everything before her seemed to spin wildly out of control. Swallowing the bile that rose in the back of her throat, she found herself for the moment unable to speak.  Trying to focus, she closed her eyes tightly to shake off the frightening images that swam before her. Amemait came round and stood directly in front of her, so that she could only be able to see one thing; him. Her eyes slammed to the back of her head, as his image appeared severely distorted. From Sam's perspective, he appeared to be coming at her with claws and fangs, his teeth snarling as he said. "It is working"

Not recognising who was stood there, all that she could see was an image in front of her made, that made her scream in terror. It was as if she were a child again, fearing the monsters that lurked in the dark. With her skin growing cold, and her hands shaking visibly, she squeezed her eyes shout hoping that if she couldn't see it, it wasn't real. Like a mantra, she reiterated to her conscious mind,  "It's not real.. it is not real." However, that part of her was being taken over by the child within, and she had never been more afraid. Unable to control the rising panic within her any longer, she screamed in terror, "Help, me please! Somebody help me!"

Amemait was pleased to see that things were going to plan.  He knew that within a short space of time, her fear would get the better of her. After a short while the hallucinations would become stronger, then she would be his.

End of Chapter 15

Sorry to leave it there, but I would have gone on forever. As always, let me know what you think. I know I went on a bit, but what else have you come to expect. Apologees for those that prefer snippets. I haven't finished with dark parts, there's at least another chapter of this coming up.  Will Daniel leave? Will Jacob come to the rescue, tune in to Chapter 16 and all will be revealed, maybe…perhaps.