Author's Note: This story takes place in an "AU" of the real episodes. Basically, it's the same, only with a few changes that you will notice during the story. I hope you like this, and please review. Updates will be few, but hopefully long. Anyway, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack O'Neill, Teal'c, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, or any other characters or topics related to the show. However, there are a number of characters that were made up, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't take these characters. Also, I'm going to pretend as if Apophis were still living, in the time after SG-1 encountered him in "The Devil You Know".
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Through the Wormhole
Chapter 2
"Sir, I've been disarmed," Major Carter's voice was hoarse as she stared upward, into the black that surrounded them. She waited for the response from Colonel O'Neill, but only silence greeted her. Carefully she rolled onto her stomach, inhaling sharply as a wave of pain hit her. Wincing, she pressed the base of her palms against her forehead. Once it passed, she attempted to figure out where she was.
There wasn't much to help her. The only things she could see was black and parts of herself, which were blurry at best. "Hello?" she asked tentatively, pressing her hand against the ground. She felt soil beneath it, and sighed, brushing her hand against her pants as she stood. Her voice echoed around her.
There. She saw something, far ahead of her. Straining her eyes, she identified a white light. Sam tilted her head, stepping towards it. The light seemed to get larger, slowly reaching out to where she stood until it completely engulfed her, forcing her to her knees.
Sam closed her eyes against the burning light, and when she opened them once more, she realized that she was again lying on her stomach, but the bright light had dimmed and it was beneath her. She quickly turned onto her back. Her eyes weren't met with blackness or light; but it was a golden pattern that was all too-familiar to her.
"My Lord? She is awake," a deep voice spoke. Carter froze, mentally screaming on the inside. 'What's going on?!' Slowly, she sat up, looking around at her surroundings while realizing that she was inside a sarcophagus. A moment later, she wished she hadn't looked around the room. There was a small chuckle, and she felt her heart drop in the near vicinity of her boots.
"Nice to see you again, Major Carter," another voice said, a taunting tone to it. Carter focused her eyes onto the Goa'uld who slowly stood from his seat in an oversized chair. She fought to convince herself that this was just a dream—nightmarish, but still not real. He walked slowly over to her, brown eyes glinting maliciously. Her eyes settled on the silver metal on the right side of his face, unwilling to meet his eyes. He turned his back on her, looking toward a wide window, silently watching the stars flash by. It occurred to Sam that they must be in hyperspace.
'I can't gate out,' she thought desperately, biting her lip in nervousness. 'I have to get out of here,' she clenched her fists, blinking rapidly. 'He's not going to spare any expense. SG-1 has slipped his hands too many times for him to take a chance,' as her thoughts moved to SG-1, she wondered where her other three teammates were. 'Last thing I remember was being knocked out by that Jaffa… But that was on the planet claimed by Seb…' it was useless to try and figure out her misfortune with the little information she had.
"You nearly killed me when my son Klorel and I attempted to destroy your world," it was a simple statement. Sam stood up, stepping out of the sarcophagus. She glanced toward the door, her chances becoming dismal as she noticed that two Jaffa guarded it. "When I returned to your world, you refused to provide me with a host. You managed to slip past Sokar. And then we met up once more in your feeble attempt to save your father. My plan to gain control over Ne'tu failed, but I escaped before Ne'tu exploded," his eyes narrowed at her. "You somehow escaped also, I'm assuming by the shol'vah, Teal'c." He stepped toward her, eyes flashing with anger. "You may have escaped me several times, but I promise you this; you will not evade me once more." Carter took one step back, warily eyeing the Goa'uld hand device wrapped about his wrist and hand. "I will, however, be willing to accept you as a loyal servant," he smiled. "Now… Who am I?"
Sam threw up her chin, eyes defiant. She knew what answer he wanted; an answer he wasn't going to get. "You're a slimy cross-dressing poser," she replied, stealing one of Colonel O'Neill's briefer summaries of the Goa'uld.
She barely suppressed the urge to flinch as the man's eyes glowed brightly, his features curling into anger. He raised his hand slowly. Sam's instinct told her to run…but what good would it do? She closed her eyes tightly as the reddish jewel on the hand device brightened. Merely a second later, she felt the pain burning through her. She fell to her knees, opening her eyes as she did so.
The Goa'uld looked at her over his elbow, sneering down at her. Slowly Sam began to sway on her knees, and then she finally toppled over. He lowered the hand device, watched amusedly as she furiously tried to keep her eyes open. "I am your lord, Apophis!"
Sam clawed desperately at the ground, forcing her eyes open. The thud of the boots of Jaffa sounded across the room. She looked up warily, eyes blurring. Her mind registered the black three-pronged stick that one of the two Jaffa handed to Apophis. Torture was something she could endure, but her instinct to flee drowned out the rational part of her. It wasn't just the weapon, however, that sparked fear in her eyes. A small jar was held in the second Jaffa's hands.
It was a Goa'uld larva.
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Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a long time! Thanks to the people who reviewed the last chapter! I'm going to (hopefully) start to update this story more frequently. Anyway, reviews are greatly appreciated!!!!!