Title: Remember Me
Written By: iluvaqt
Disclaimer: as per default chapter.
Author's Note: Kiilee, Tim Tams are definitely more tempting. ;) Thanks guys for all the positive feedback.

Chapter 5

The Corridor leading to the Gate Room

"Daddy?" a child's voice squealed.

Jack turned and saw a little girl running toward him. A familiar face hurried behind her.

"I got here as soon as I…Jack?" Sarah said in bewilderment. "General, what's going on? Who is this?"

Jack couldn't move. His feet had frozen to the floor. The little girl stared up at him, blue eyes expectantly fixed on his face. She stood there gazing up at him. He swallowed, he knew who's eyes they were. Soft blue eyes, like her mother.

"Katie," Sarah called. "Come here, please."

The little girl looked back at Sarah, and then turned to him again. "Daddy?" Katie asked again quietly.

A lump lodged itself in his throat and his clothes suddenly felt far too tight. He was choking.

"General, we need to get out there," Kawalsky said, pulling on Jack's arm.

Jack allowed himself to be dragged to the door. It slid open and he was pulled along into the gate room. The door closed behind them and the little girl disappeared from view.

"I need your head in this, Jack," Kawalsky snapped. He forced Jack to look at him. "We're bringing her back. You and me. Got it?"

Pulling himself together, Jack managed a curt nod.

"Good," Kawalsky replied.

Kawalsky started up the ramp and the rest of the team followed. Jack turned back and looked up at the control room window. Katie was there, with Sarah and General Hammond. Sam had a daughter. He felt a pain in his chest and he forced himself to look away. Why had she called him, daddy? Their Jack had died long ago, was it possible that he had a daughter? Sam and Kawalsky had escaped through the mirror alone. She never mentioned a child. Unless…He wouldn't think about it. He couldn't. He had to focus on one thing, and one thing alone. Bringing Sam back, alive.


Control Room

Sarah waited until after Jack had stepped through the gate before she launched into her rant.

"General, if this was what you called me here for, I'm sure Sam's going to have a fit over it. Don't you understand what this can do to a child?"

"Before you say anything more, Dr. Gardner, I had no idea the child was with you. I called you in to brief you on our current situation. If I'd known in advance, I would have told you to leave Katie…"

"With who, General? Sam and Daniel are off world and…" Sarah countered.

"Which is what I have to talk to you about. I think you should take a seat, Doctor."


Off World, a planet of the Ancients

The second the gate disengaged, Jaffa emerged from the tree line and surrounded them.

"They must have been waiting for us," Kawalsky said grudgingly.

"Great." Jack shook his head. "Just great."

The head Jaffa soldier, told the rest to disarm them. They were soon bond and pushed down a trail to the trees.

"You know what. Remind me to tell General Hammond to get those things outfitted with thermal sensors," Jack said.

His comment earned him another sharp prod in the back and he winced. Me and my big mouth, he thought to himself.


A small room

Jack and the others were pushed through the doorway, and the doors clanged shut. Jack and Kawalsky walked to the wall where Daniel sat, and took a seat next to him.

"What's he doing here?" Daniel asked with a slight edge of annoyance.

"It's complicated," Jack replied.

Beside him, Kawalsky whispered, "He's kind of overprotective of Sam. Not that you, you know…"

"Shut up, Kawalsky," Jack hissed. He still couldn't get over the fact that the guy just talked way too much. And always at the most inappropriate times too. Why did Daniel care if he was around? Sarah and him were an item, weren't they? Then again, he was in an alternate reality. Why was he still not getting the hang of that? "Daniel, is there any way…"

"Dr. Jackson, if you don't mind," Daniel corrected. "Only my…"

"Daniel, give the guy a break. He's here to help, okay." Kawalsky rolled his eyes and rested his head against the wall.

"No weapons, no back up. What do we do? Sneak up and tackle them?" Daniel said sarcastically.

"There's an idea," Jack offered.

Daniel snorted and continued to mope in his corner.

"Awww, come on. It was a joke. Damn, I wish Teal'c was here," Jack said.

Kawalsky frowned and then nodded in understanding. "The big guy, the Jaffa? Yeah, he would be handy in a tight spot."

"He knew the enemy, spoke their language, and knew their weaknesses. I guess you tend to rely on that after awhile," Jack said.

"Nothing wrong with depending on your team," Kawalsky affirmed.

Daniel gave Jack a scrutinizing look. "Why are you here?"

"To help. Is that a crime?" Jack retorted, feeling increasingly irritated at the younger man's obvious hostility.

"Yeah, help. A lot of good you did getting locked up along with us," Daniel snapped.

"You know what. I don't give a rat's ass what you think. I agreed to help because Sam's got one of those things in her head, and I'll be damned if I let it stay there."

"We try that and it'll kill her. You think you know everything. You don't. She's not yours, Jack!" Daniel raged.

"Whao! Cut it out, both of you," Kawalsky ordered. "We're all stuck here together. Daniel, bury the hatchet. Sam's a big girl, she can hold her own. We've just gotta figure out a way to…"

Suddenly the doors burst open. Jaffa ordered them to their feet, and levelled their staff weapons at them.

"Okay, hold it. Nobody needs to die here," Jack argued.

The guards didn't respond, and they didn't lower their weapons. A woman appeared in the doorway wearing a long blue robe. "Our goddess Sekhmet, would like to see you," she offered.

From the look on Daniel's face, Jack guessed he knew the woman. "Who is she?" Jack hissed at the equally stunned, Kawalsky.

"Airman Juliet Harris," Kawalsky replied. "I guess she's just plain Juliet now, huh?"

As they were led down the corridor, Jack got the all too familiar inkling that things were about to get a lot worse.

After tamping door a mass of ornate hallways they came to an atrium. The guards turned to a doorway that obviously led to some royal chamber. Doors etched with gold and embedded with pearls, eased open and they were led into the room.

At the end of the room there was a large canopy. Heavy gold curtains hung off it, and seated below, on a regal throne was…

Jack didn't get a good look because he was shoved to the ground. He threw his hands out to break his fall. Slightly winded he lay there a minute, deciding his next move.

"You must bow before our Queen." A Jaffa standing over him growled.

Jack dared to look up from his place on the floor, and he was astonished to see Sam smiling down at him. It took him awhile to realize that his mouth was hanging open. Along with Colonel Kawalsky, Daniel and all the rest of the men with them.

Sam was dressed in flowing layers of semi-transparent material. It simmered under the light from the window above them, and her hair had been brushed out to look like a river of golden silk. Her feet were bare and a long amulet curled around her arm from her wrist to her elbow. It looked like that trademark Goa'uld ribbon device, but it was more intricate and detailed in design. On her other hand she wore a large ring, it snaked around her ring finger and looked to be studded with countless diamonds. His mind boggled at how much it could be worth. You could probably feed a small country for a year with it.

"Come closer," she beckoned to Jack. "You are the one I saw in my vision. Come."

When Jack didn't get up, she scowled and signalled to the Jaffa. He was roughly grabbed by the neck, and pulled up to his knees. So were the others.

"You defy me?" Sekhmet cried, stepping down from her throne. She approached Jack and leaned down and spoke inches from his face. "I will not make this easy on you, for it will satisfy me greatly to see you suffer," she hissed.

Waving her hand over Daniel, Kawalsky and the others, Jack saw how she controlled her people. A golden mist curled over their faces and they slumped to the ground. He could bet that it would be similar to the stuff Seth used on them a couple years back. If he could give them a little zap, they could beat these guys down, take Carter and get off this planet for good. There couldn't be more than six Jaffa that he'd counted. They could take 'em easy.

"Prepare them," Sekhmet ordered. "My King will be most pleased with my gifts."

Jack watched as Kawalsky and the others willingly followed a priest out of the room. Her king? he wondered. That couldn't be good.

"My Queen." One of the priests bowed low. "Your King Anubis arrives."

Jack knew the shock must have been written all over his face, because Sekhmet smiled even more broadly. Almost like a cat grinning over its prize mouse.

"Perfect," she said proudly.

Two Jaffa soldiers forced him to his feet, and Jack could feel the warrior in him beginning to fade. He only hoped that this Anubis wasn't as much of a death-doom-and darkness Goa'uld, as theirs. Because if he was, there wasn't much hope of them escaping now.


Sekhmet's Chamber

The Jaffa shackled Jack to a post and then went to stand guard by the door.

"Leave us," Sekhmet said and waved them away. "Anubis will want to read the prisoners, it will give us some time." She gave him a sinister smile. "She loves you," she whispered in his ear. "So much," she said huskily, running her hands over his arms and chest.

Jack swallowed painfully, and looked away. It was unnerving him, seeing Carter's face, but knowing it was that thing and not her that was speaking. Her actions were doing insane things to his brain. Think, Jack. You've got to think. This is were it ends if you don't get them out now. This isn't a game and it's not a dream. Anubis will turn it into a living nightmare. Not to mention what he'll do with all he learns from the SG members.

"Get out of my face," Jack spat. "You don't know me. And I don't know you," he argued. If he could make it think he didn't care, maybe she would tire of him and send him back with the others.

"I can tell by your body, that you speak lies," Sekhmet said, running her fingers over his torso. "Perhaps, I will let you decide who's company you would prefer." She took a step back, and called out to the Jaffa.

The Jaffa bowed before her. "Teach him the meaning of pain," she ordered. And without a backward glance, she whirled and left the room.


A room, S.G.A.

Sarah brushed a stray curl from Katie's forehead, and smiled. "Your mommy's going to be back before you know it."

"Can we finish our model tomorrow, Aunt Sarah?" Katie asked sleepily.

Since Monday they'd been working on a model city of Ancient Rome. Work had never been such fun. She'd promised the model to the Museum of Ancient Cultures months ago, and had never gotten around to it. Having Katie around had inspired her to start and they'd worked on it for three days straight. Sam had come to pick Katie up on Tuesday and she hadn't wanted to leave. Sam had to work again the next day, so she had let Katie stay.

"Sure," Sarah answered. "So long as it's okay with your mom. I think she'd probably like have you home when she gets back."

"Was that daddy, Aunt Sarah?" Katie asked, snuggling under the covers.

"Why don't we wait for your mommy before we talk about that okay?" Sarah knew that Katie wasn't going to let the matter drop, but she hoped that the little girl wouldn't ask her to explain something she didn't have any answer for.

Katie went quiet for a moment, and then nodded. She was such a bright child. Everything intrigued her. She was always full of questions. Sometimes watching her was exhausting. It wasn't that she hard to entertain; it was that her enthusiasm and innocent thirst for knowledge was draining.

Sarah stayed until she was sure the child was asleep. Feeling tired from too many worries, she closed her eyes. She prayed that they'd all make it back safely. The General had reluctantly given her the file on Jack. Secretly she hoped for Sam's sake that he was the same Jack, and that maybe he was here to stay. But part of her also knew, that this situation may only be temporary. Which is what made her heart bleed for Katie. She was surrounded by memoirs of her father and his legacy was on her mantle, reminding her everyday that he would never be coming home. Sarah saw it in the child's eyes, how she looked at his pictures; longing, sadness. How could a five-year old understand that the man she'd seen - even though he looked and acted like her father - wasn't her father at all, if it was all she wished for? Slowly, Sarah stood up and bent to kiss Katie's cheek.

"Sleep well, sweetie."


Off World, an hour later

Jack sagged his body's weight pulling on his wrists. He's breathing came in heavy gasps. His face was bathed in sweat. And there was an angry welt across his left cheek. His lip was split and bleeding. And he looked as though he was drifting in and out of consciousness.

The Jaffa left the room, as Sekhmet waved them away. "You called for me," she said breathing against his neck.

She came really close. So close that he could smell her and feel her against him. With nothing but that damn tissue thin material and his clothes between them; Jack thought his brain would go into screaming overload. His body ached. His arms were beginning to tingled and burn. His face stung and he could taste blood. Closing his eyes, he forced the need out. He wouldn't respond to her. It was only her physical presence. This wasn't Samantha. Forcing his mind to take control, he calculated his next action. He knew he'd hate himself later, but he to do it.

Sekhmet went sliding across the room when Jack kicked her in the stomach. For a moment, she lay on the floor winded, but when she got up, she was flaming mad.

"Kashak tak roh. You will die!" she bellowed. Lifting her arm, a powerful pulse of energy shot out from her palm. It might not look the same as the others, but it sure felt like it. The wave of energy evading his skull, sent shock waves of pain tearing through his body.

Jack tried to brace himself for it, but it didn't help. The pulse knocked him against the column. His nerves and muscles burned, like they were on fire. He was suffocating and it felt like he would split at the seams, if she kept up any longer. Fighting against the pain, he lifted his leg and kicked at her hand. The pulse redirected and hit the column and the chain holding his arms above him, fell free.

Jack lunged at Sekhmet as the column and part of the roof collapsed behind him. She was caught off guard and Jack wrapped his chains around her body, effectively cutting off her defenses.

"Release me, at...…"

Clamping a hand over her mouth, Jack glared into her eyes. "Scream, and I'll snap your pretty neck," he said coldly. Inside, he was shaking like a leaf, but he prayed she couldn't sense it. "Now, get up."