SPOILERS:  This is taking place about midway in season 7 so there will probably be references to 1-7.

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Through The Wormhole

            Chapter 3

            "That's right Dorothy, it was all a dream," Colonel O'Neill's voice carried through the small cell.  He was currently hovering over Daniel, who was lying on the ground, struggling to consciousness.  Teal'c sat on a bench, his expression stony and his stance rigid. 

            "Unh…" Daniel groaned, raising a hand to his head.  "Ow…  Where are we?" he questioned, his voice raspy.  "The last thing I remember is being inside a ball…"

            "Yeah, I know.  After you passed out, she got us all with one of those hand-things, only this one was blue," Jack explained, shifting to sit on the floor with his knees pointing upward.  "As for where we are…A prison cell in what's-his-face's base."  Daniel squeezed his eyes shut, and then opened them again, continuing to look over at Jack.  "Anything else I should know about?" he questioned.  Jack's mood seemed different—he was more subdued and quiet.  The Jack he knew would still be swearing the Goa'uld to all sorts of hell… 

            In response, Jack pointed upwards.  Confused, Daniel looked up, and it hit him.  He could see Jaffa walking at an odd angle.  'Just like at Baal's base…Seb must've stolen the technology.  Then again, maybe he just developed the same technology on his own.  Or, maybe Baal stole it from him.  Either way, I doubt this is giving Jack friendly memories, seeing as last time he was in one of these things he'd died more than ten times,' Daniel thought quietly.  "Hey, where's Sam?" he asked suddenly, noticing the blonde's absence.

            Jack looked over at him, and Daniel could see the worry in his eyes.  It was no secret that the two cared for each other for more than teammates.  "I don't know," Jack said.  "Either she escaped, or she's with Sped."

            "Seb," Daniel corrected automatically, beginning to worry.  What would Seb want to see Sam for, longer than the rest of them?  The question hung in his mind, tantalizing him

            "Yeah, like I said," Jack replied to Daniel's correction, looking down at his watch.  He was surprised that he still had it on—they were all disarmed.  'Maybe we should start putting lasers and all that 007 junk into these things,' he pondered, 'then maybe when we get disarmed we…won't be.'  He paused for a moment, thinking over that, and then spoke, "We'll be overdue in 3 hours.  Hammond will send a UAV or an SG team.  We'll get Carter and bust outta here."

            Daniel sighed to himself.  Jack's scenario was hardly likely, and he guessed that Jack knew it as well.  "You know, it's strange," he spoke, more to fill the silence and keep their minds off of worrying than to actually debate on a topic.  "Seb's First Prime is a—and I assume the second and third in command, or whatever they call them are too—woman.  Isn't that odd for a Goa'uld?  I mean, all we've really seen of female Jaffa was Ishta's colony."

            "It is not unheard of, yet it is strange," Teal'c said as Daniel sat up.  "To have the three most powerful Jaffa in their service, a Goa'uld is predicted as weak.  However, that is not usually the case.  In fact it is usually the opposite.  Most Goa'uld do not allow women to hold the spot of First Prime."  He cocked his head.  "I spoke about this to Dr. Fraiser when the mission with Ishta's colony was over with.  She said that it was odd that we hadn't come across female First Prime as of yet.  She explained that female human cells are more resilient than male cells, and that a Goa'uld larvae and acute training would produce a very high stamina in a female, much higher than that of any male."

            Daniel and Jack had no chance to ponder this as suddenly the gravity in the cell shifted, sending them falling in a heap to one side of the cell that had now become the floor.  Four burly Jaffa walked into the room, dragging them to their feet.  The fifth stood at the entrance to the cell.  "You will see Elizabeth now," he stated.

            "What?  We aren't special enough to be seen to Sped?"

            "My lord has more important matters to deal with," the Jaffa replied, unfazed.

            Daniel looked over at Teal'c.  "What would the First Prime want with us?"

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            "Gain what information you can from the prisoners," a deep voice stated, coming from the man sitting on a large, black-metallic chair.  His body was covered with a white robe, the hood covering his face.  

            Elizabeth, the First Prime, nodded.  "What am I to say if they ask the location of the fourth?"

            Seb's eyes glittered maliciously.  "Tell them the truth—she is about to be implanted with a Goa'uld and serve as an underling to Apophis."

            Elizabeth bowed her head, her brown hair slipping over her shoulders and masking part of her face as she did so.  "Yes, my Lord."  She stood quickly, heading out of the chamber.

            "Elizabeth."  She turned, delivering her full attention to him.  A smile covered the small part of skin on his face visible.  "Be as…persuasive…as possible."

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Author's Note:  Sorry it's taken me so long to update!  I've been busy with some of my other stories…  Anyway, please review!  =)  I'll try and update more!