Title: End of the line (part three) Face from the past

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: The Devil you Know, Meridian

Summary: Following on from part two, Sam and Jacob are captured and tortured by an old nemesis while the rest of SG-1 try to save them. (NB: 'Divide and Conquer' never happened, Martouf is still alive!)

Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

~ End of the line part three: Face from the past ~

Copyright © 2003, Ruth

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"Lovely."

Two of the Jaffa dragged Jacob away somewhere, whilst the remaining two held Sam in front of Apophis.

"We meet again, Tau'ri! I must thank you, your information provided to me was most useful."

"I didn't tell you anything!" said Sam. "And I won't this time either!" Apophis just smiled evilly.

"Jaffa, kree!" said Apophis, and Sam soon found herself being dragged in the same direction as her father.

She was thrown into a dark room, the doors sliding shut behind her. She immediately went over to the huddled figure of her father.

"Dad?" she asked.

"You should not have remained. Now we will both die," said Selmak.

Sam swallowed. "I couldn't leave you there to die. Either of you!"

"Sam?" It was Jacob.

"Dad! It's okay, I'm here."

"It's not okay," Jacob paused to cough, "We're on Apophis' ship, we're about to be tortured, things can't get much worse!"

"C'mon, dad!" Sam smiled weakly, "We got outta this before!"

"There were six of us before, Samantha. We will almost certainly die."

"Selmak, please…" Sam began, but she cut her off.

"Your decision to remain with your father was noble, Samantha, and I am sure that he would have done the same for you, but it was not made in the hopes of our preservation."

"How are you?" asked Sam, "Are you hurt? Is there anything I can do?"

"I must first heal myself, and then I can begin healing your father. All I can ask you to do is talk to him, keep his spirits high."

"Okay," Sam breathed heavily.

"And Samantha? You must not give away any information to Apophis! Do you understand me?"

"Of course I understand, Selmak, I've been through this before, remember!"

"Yes, but Apophis now knows your weaknesses. He will know how to hurt you!"

Just then, the sound of approaching Jaffa footsteps silenced them. The doors slid open.

"The woman will come with us!" said the largest, and grabbed Sam's arm, pulling her out of the room and towards Apophis' chamber.

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"Receiving GDO transmission – it's SG-1 sir!"

"Open the iris!"

General Hammond watched in surprise that rapidly turned to shock when he saw only three members of SG-1 return, along with the Tok'ra Martouf.

"Medical team to the gate room!" General Hammond rushed down the stairs to meet Colonel O'Neill.

"What happened, Colonel?" he asked. "Where is Major Carter?"

"She and her father were ringed up onto Apophis' ship, sir. There was nothing we could do at the time, so we came back for medical treatment and reinforcements."

"Good, Colonel. De-brief in 1 hour?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, Colonel? What was the damage situation on Vorash?"

Jack shook his head. "It wasn't pretty, General."

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Apophis smiled evilly as Sam was dragged into the room and thrown at the floor.

"We meet again, Samantha Carter of the Tau'ri. It was foolish of you to remain with your father when you and your team could have escaped!"

"Yeah, so I've been told," she said, avoiding his eyes.

"Your father is weak. I will enjoy letting you watch him die before I torture you to death."

"Really?" asked Sam weakly, unsure of what else to say.

"Jaffa! Bring the Tok'ra Selmak to me!"

"Yes, my lord!"

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In the infirmary, Janet Frasier was taking care of the wounded Tok'ra Martouf. He had suffered too many injuries for his symbiote to heal naturally and was still unconscious.

"How's he doin?" asked Jack, who was on his way to the briefing room.

"His injuries were severe, Colonel. It's a good thing you got him back here when you did."

Just then, Martouf opened his eyes. "Samantha!" he said, and sat bolt upright.

"Take it easy, Martouf," said Janet, attempting to push him back down in the bed again and failing.

"We must rescue her!" He said, growing more distressed by the minute.

"Marty, we don't know where Apophis' ship could have gone! It'd be like searching for a needle in a haystack!"

Martouf closed his eyes. It was then Lantash who spoke.

"I will be able to pilot a ship and we will search for her! Apophis will torture and kill her, along with Selmak!"

"But aren't they more valuable to him as hosts?" asked Janet.

"Apophis will take great delight in torturing Selmak in front of Samantha, and vice versa. It will merely be a question of who breaks down first. Selmak was badly injured!"

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Sam winced as Apophis stuck the memory recall device roughly into her head beside her ear and adjusted it so that it was on the maximum setting. She heard Jacob being dragged in and his body thrown on the floor.

Two more Jaffa entered, with an all-too familiar goblet of liquid in their hands. The Blood of Sokar.

Sam struggled to keep her mouth closed but the Jaffa were stronger and once more they forced the thick liquid down her throat, holding her mouth closed.

Her eyes stung and her throat burned as the foul, firey liquid descended into her stomach. The Jaffa removed his hand and she coughed, tears stinging at her eyes.

"Now," said Apophis, "Tell me the location to which the surviving Tok'ra are fleeing!"

"I don't know!" said Sam, and screamed in pain as a memory flashed into her mind. She remembered Jolinar being tortured, the agonising pain was dreadfully real.

"I will ask you again, Tau'ri. Where is the location of the new Tok'ra homeworld?"

"I don't know!" Sam shouted, "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you!"

She yelped again as another memory of torture flashed into her mind. She saw Apophis putting on his ribbon device and knew that more blinding pain could be expected.

"You disappoint me, Tau'ri!" he said, and held the ribbon device above her head.

The pain Sam experienced was excruciating. It was so bad that she could not open her mouth to scream.

"You will pay for this, Apophis!" said Selmak in disgust and fear. "Leave the woman, torture me if you must!"

Apophis took the ribbon device away from Sam and she collapsed to the floor in exhaustion.

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"So, it's decided then. As soon as Martouf is well again, you will return to Vorash and attempt to recover a Tok'ra ship. Then you will try to locate Apophis' vessel. If you succeed in locating him, you make contact with the SGC BEFORE you proceed. Is that understood, Colonel?"

"Yes, General."

"Good. Now, go and see how our guest is doing."

"Uh, you mean, guests, don't you General? Martouf's symbiote might get a little pissed if he isn't included."

"You know what I meant, Colonel."

Down in the infirmary, Lantash (Martouf's symbiote) was growing more and more agitated.

"Laying here will not bring Samantha and Selmak back to us! I must leave!"

"Your host is still wounded," said Janet, "He needs time to heal!"

"I will heal him with time," said Lantash, "But we are their only hope! Please, I beg you, let me go!"

"I'm sorry, Marty, but until doc' Frasier says so…"

"I am Lantash. Martouf is the name of my host!"

"Yeah. Sorry about that."

"How soon will I be allowed to leave?" he asked.

"As soon as Martouf can actually stand up again!" said Janet, walking off and leaving a very pissed off Tok'ra.

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"You are weak!" spat Apophis, lowering Selmak to the floor using his ribbon device in just a few seconds. "Even the Tau'ri woman was stronger than you!"

"Jaffa! Take them back to the holding room! I will deal with them again later!"

"Yes, my lord!

Sam eventually woke up back in the dark room, with her father at her side.

"Dad?" she asked. When he did not awaken, she felt for his pulse. It was there, but very weak. She leant back against a wall, cradling her father's body in her arms, and allowing a small tear to slide down her cheek. Defeated, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep, wondering what Apophis could possibly have in store for her when she awoke….

-TO BE CONTINUED-

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