This is not supposed to happen. Not yet by any means! I screw my eyes tight shut and look back at Jamron.

Surely she isn't supposed to be that color, is she? At least I hope not, otherwise I would be seriously worried about her health...like I am now.

"Doc...this isn't supposed to be happening, is it?" I ask Janet after looking at Jamron's purple face and blue hair that is emitting a low glow that glints off the pieces of metal in Sam's lab.

I have been standing here for over ten minutes - only a few minutes after I left Sam actually - watching as Jamron, my daughter of sorts, stares at me through a thick plate of glass that separates us.

I think she better watch that, Sam may be using it as one of her experiments.

"No… I don't know what'd wrong with her. She won't let us in the room, she starts screeching whenever anyone so much as tries to enter." Janet mumbles as she peers around the doorjamb of Sam's lab.

I nod even though I doubt she can see me - unless she has eyes in the back of her head. Her hair tickles my nose and I wiggle it to rid me of the discomfort of the hair. When that doesn't work I pull my head back but realize I have to put it back forward so I can see what is going on in the room. The hair attacks my nose again and I squirm away form it. Finally giving into my impatience I grab the hair and yank it out.

"Ow! Colonel that *was* attached! Ow!" Janet starts rubbing her head and readjusts the roll of hair on the back of her head.

I roll my eyes at her typical feminine reply and push her hair out of my way ignoring my manners and being rude. She glares at me but I send her a half smirk and she turns her lasers off.

"Oh...kay." I pull my hands from my face and rub them together in front of my chest. "Mind if I have a go?"

Janet nods her head and I smile my gratitude.

I take a step into the room and I hesitate at he door waiting for the expected shreek.

5...

4...

3...

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Ah there it is!

I pull my lips under my teeth and take another step forward. The noise is like a siren - the closer you get the louder the noise appears to be.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!" The siren moves away and is replaced by a low growl instead, like thunder only less noisy.

I take a deep breath and nod my head again wondering what the hell I was doing.

"You must realize that your impersonation of a fire truck is not amusing me...or the rest of the base for that matter."

The constant noise paused then started again only this time louder and higher in pitch - surely she must be breaking records by now. The noise begins high in her chest almost her throat I'd say and she lunges forward breaking the glass that had once separated us but now lies shattered into a million pieces on the floor in front of me.

I stumble backwards from the force of the blow and thump my head on one of the workbenches, I see stars before my vision clears and I push the fiend - you can't call her a girl anymore - off me. She falls backwards and looks at me as though I have caused her great physical pain.

"Now don't look at me like that." I mumble and take another step forwards. What am I trying to accomplish here exactly? Of that I am unsure, all I know is that I have to stop this engine she reaches her fire and extinguishes her forever...as gruesome a thought as that may be.

"Where is the Shol'va?!"

Words, plain as day. Words that I recognize and can relate to.

"Um...which one? We seem to be harboring a few." I say clearly before anyone has a chance to do or say anything otherwise.

The green eyes flash with anger and she takes a menacing step forward.

"For such a primitive race you somehow manage to continue to live. No other race has caused so much hassle to the System Lords and survived...if you were not as arrogant we would be impressed. But you are that arrogant and we most certainly are *not* impressed." The eyes flash with anger again and I can almost imagine the symbiotic voice coming over the sweet innocent voice we here now...but it doesn't and the eyes stay normal.

"And I'm not impressed by you either so you had better watch what your saying...I'm not in a very *pleasant* mood shall we say?" I take a step forward and she takes one with me. Tic-tac-toe. This is a game to her...or him...whoever is controlling this little girl. A game that I am willing to play.

I feel a breath of hot air brush my cheek and fight the urge to wipe away the itch that grows there. Instead I attempt to rub the cheek on my shoulder.

"Have you ever experienced *true* pain...father?"

A dark pain seeps up my face, burns my eye and tears at my nose sending blood rushing from it in all directions. My teeth start to pull against the sockets they are held in and I can almost feel my jaw bone being pulled from its sockets.

I fall to the floor but stay looking at Jamron...or the monster which she has become.

"Painful isn't it?" I groan and she smiles in satisfaction. "That is the sort of pain I was subjected to when you gave me back to Sokar."

The pain releases and I fall to the floor trying desperately not to let the tears invade my eyes.

"She doesn't yet realize this yet, but I have taken over her mind."

How can she not notice? She has a snake in her head! How can she not notice?

"We did scans to see if she was a Goa'uld or was harboring a Goa'uld. Every item that was brought was tested, then and afterwards." Janet chimes in as she lifts me from the floor.

A light shines form within those perfect green eyes and it is then that I realize the echoey voice is coming.

"You missed the only place I could be."

I look at Janet and she looks at me. Could we have missed it? Could it have been so simple that we didn't see it? All the clues we thought we had figured out were red herrings set for us to find?

A smirk appears on the once perfect face as he realizes we have realized.

"The device in the chest was not a device of the destructive nature. It was merely a transportation method. And we succeeded."

W TBCW

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