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Daniel looked at the creature…woman? Girl? In surprise and unmitigated awe, fascinated and surprised.

"Ah, that wasn't quite what I meant, you can put the robe back on." She shook her head slightly, eyes flashing back to the weapons aimed at her. A look of understanding passed across Daniels face. "Uh, General…" he nodded at the SF's that filled the room.

Scrutinising the situation Hammond looked back at her, there was no doubt that she could do serious damage to people if she felt threatened, even before she was neutralised. He nodded to Daniel;

"Alright people, Stand down! Dr Jackson, can we move this to the infirmary please?" He hadn't missed the small trickle of blood that ran down and out of her hairline, coupled with Daniels injured wrist it was the obvious place to go.

He could see her visibly relax as the weapons were pointed elsewhere and people filed out, though she was still on her guard. Teal'c remained tense, Zat gun ready.

The first movement she made for a few minutes was quick and so sudden it was almost missed. Much to the surprise of General Hammond, Teal'c and Daniel a slender, pink, forked tongue shot out, tasting the air.

"You don't have to be afraid, we don't want to hurt you." Daniel spoke softly. "We're going to go somewhere else, where Doctor Frasier can look at that cut, and do some tests." She let out a frightened hiss, all at once becoming tense again. "No, these are good tests, she wont hurt you, just to make sure you're not ill or anything - she's going to do the same to me." She focused on Daniel for a moment, holding his gaze and tasting the air once more before finally relenting.

"I will go." She said, nodding slightly and putting the robe back on. He suspected she could speak English as she had called out to him to go. He smiled at her and led the way.

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Jack opened his eyes to darkness, groaning at the throbbing in his head. Rolling sideways he clambered to his feet, looking around for his 2IC.

"Carter? You there?" he was replied with a groan and he walked toward it.

"Carter?" he was rewarded with a muffled 'oof' as he walked into her. "Ah, sorry."

"Sir? Where are we?"

"Beats me, its all dark." He reached down and found her arm, pulling her up. He caught her just as her legs gave way.

"Whoa there! You okay?" She nodded, suddenly aware that, thanks to the way that he'd caught her she was now pressed against him, face centimetres form his.

"Yes Sir, thank you." She finally managed, pulling away regretfully. He nodded once, turning to search for the highly unlikely easy escape. He didn't get far before a shard of bright light stabbed into the darkness form the opening door. He cursed and covered his eyes as they adjusted he glanced at Carter to make sure she was okay. She nodded almost imperceptibly to him as a tall, burly figure stalked in.

"So here we have two of the infamous SG1, cowering from the light." The voice was deep, but not the inhuman voice of a Goa'uld. He paused, turning his head to look at the space beside him. "MY Lady Nirrti has decreed that you be punished for attacking her Jaffa and stealing her creation."

"Stealing her what?!"

"Do not feign ignorance, she is a god, she knows all that you think." Jack shot a look to Carter, who shrugged.

"I hate to burst your bubble here but Nirrti's not a God, she's dead, we saw her die."

"You lie! She speaks only to me now, her most trusted servant, she punishes them all for their failures. I speak her words for her." He turned and signalled to the Jaffa in the doorway. "Now, you will be punished for your blasphemy." Once again they were stunned and dragged away.

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"So, what's your name?" They were sat on beds across from each other in the infirmary. Janet had just finished her tests and had set Daniels broken wrist. She sat crossed legged on the bed, looking at him curiously, still wearing the black robe. She had been nervous for a while after the SF's had taken her knife, which had been strapped to her right shin in a holster but she seemed a lot more relaxed now. She hadn't spoken since the gate room but she did now.

"I don't have a name." she told him simply. Her voice was melodious but with a slightly raspy quality to it. He decided it was pleasant but frowned at her answer.

"Well, what do people call you."

"They don't, there is no-one to call me anything, I don't need a name."

"What, you - you live alone?" he asked, confused. She nodded. "What about your people, we know there was a settlement nearby." She still looked at him, not blinking and shook her head again.

"They are not my people. I have no people." She stated, a look of loneliness passed across her face. Daniel Frowned, this didn't make sense.

"Then, how did you learn to speak and-" she cut him off at this point.

"It is best that I explain from the start. As you can see I am not…normal…I was not born as most people are, I am a creation of our Goddess," she sneered the word goddess, clearly not believing it. "I am part human, part lizard, a creature indigenous to my planet. The goddess created me to have certain qualities that would be desirable for stealth and deceit. In my 12th summer I escaped the facility where I was held. I ran to the village to try to get help but…they all ran from me, afraid. I went back to the woods and hid. The goddess' servants went looking for me but I hid. They made the villagers even more afraid of me. I have lived alone ever since." Daniel looked at her in awe.

"How old are you now?"

"I am in my…25th summer." She told him. His jaw dropped.

"Oh…wow…that's…You've lived alone for 13 years?"

"Yes, you are the first person I have spoken to in that time." She told him, enjoying the interaction, revelling in the fact that he wasn't running away, afraid of her. She was also enjoying that fact that she could evoke surprise, awe and respect from him. "How, how did you survive that long…what did you do for food and…things?"

"I had to steal to begin with." She looked at the floor, obviously ashamed of the fact. " But I watched people and the hunters and I learned to hunt, gather food and look after myself. I had to." Daniel sat there, completely awestruck. Then she blinked. Not in the sense that a human would - she didn't have eyelids so she couldn't - but clear, film like lids suddenly appeared from the corners of her eyes, startling Daniel. He had just managed to get used to her complete lack of blinking  and the sudden movement made him jump.

She chuckled at him, a low raspy sound that put them both at ease and made her seem all the more human.

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Jack looked at Sam, wondering where they were. She shot him a reassuring smile. Risking the wrath of the Jaffa that were guarding them he whispered to her.

"Any idea who we're facing here?"

"No, Sir. I think he's insane though. It seems like he's pretending Nirrti's still there to rationalise his actions." He nodded to her, trying to formulate a plan to get them out of the mess they'd wormed their way into.

"Look, Daniel and Teal'c got through, they'll come back for us."

"I know Sir." They had been led outside, where they found that they were in a settlement. Sam thought she recognised the layout as being that of the village they were sent to. They were on the main square and a large group of men were waiting, standing by two large wooden structures on the floor. The Large man who had proclaimed himself 'the voice of the goddess' appeared suddenly.

"You are awake. Good. Now you will receive the first part of your punishment. You will be a warning to her people. She will not tolerate blasphemers and criminals." He gestured to the guards, who came forward and grabbed them under the arms, lading to the wooden frames.

"Oh, for crying out loud, we haven't done anything wrong. Nirrti's not a god…we saw her die." 'The voice' turned to the villagers and shouted out;

"The Goddess has decreed that these Blasphemers be punished and so shall it be done."

They now discovered that the large wooden crosses were in fact crosses and they were each tied tightly to one. Their fear grew considerably when more Jaffa came forward, with large, slightly rusty nails and mean looking mallets.

"Oh crap." Jack muttered, stifling a cry of pain as nails were driven through both hands, and one through both feet. He could feel bones shattering and tendons tearing and heard Sam's stifled whimper as they were raised and couldn't stop his own gasp as the crosses were erected so they were barely inches apart but still out of reach. The way they'd been tied meant that they mostly hung from the nails but the ropes held them secure.

He looked into Sam's eyes, the usually bright blue orbs were darkened with the pain and fear that he himself felt.

"I'm sorry, Sam." He whispered.

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