Take a Chance on Me - Chapter 18
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Jonas leapt in front of the gun, placing himself between Sam and Rayne. Slowly Rayne sat up, pressing her body to Jonas' back, staring up malevolently at Sam. Rayne slinked one arm around his waist and rested her hand possessively on his chest.
"What the hell is going on?!" Jack demanded. "Rayne, are you okay? What happened? Carter, what are you doing?"
"She's Goa'uld, sir." Sam reported, tightening her grip on the gun.
Rayne leered at Jack's shocked face and pulled Jonas closer. Jonas stared blankly ahead.
Recovering himself, Jack ordered, "Let him go."
In response, Rayne produced a large paring knife from the kitchen and placed the tip of it inside Jonas' ear. She arched an eyebrow at Jack. "Make her go." She then turned her attention to Jonas' other ear, biting the lobe and flicking her tongue up and down it. The image of a snake shot through Jack's mind, and his stomach lurched in disgust and fear.
Jack nodded to Sam and stared meaningfully at her. He knew that she would call the General and get him to send back-up. She reluctantly backed out of the room.
Jack, still kneeling, stared at Rayne. She seemed preoccupied with Jonas, but he sensed that it was just an act. He couldn't risk it; she still held the knife on his team mate.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Care for a taste?" She pressed the knife to his earlobe, drawing a slight trickle of blood. Moving the blade away from the skin and slightly down lower to his neck, she licked at the wound. The blood on her lips made Jack inwardly cringe. Smirking, as if she knew his thoughts, she caught his attention again. In fact, try as he might, he couldn't tear his attention away from her. The room felt suddenly warm and he felt suddenly sleepy. He couldn't move from the spot on which he kneeled.
The Goa'uld pushed Jonas to the side and crawled toward Jack's inanimate form. He gulped and tried to move from the spot. He managed to sway a bit. Rayne raised a surprised eyebrow at this and grinned ferally.
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Sam paced in the small living room. She wanted to be close in case the colonel needed her. She glanced out the window, expecting to see the reinforcements that the general had promised. Instead she saw a familiar petite form running towards the door. Sam hurried to let her in.
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Rayne traced the edge of her uncle's jaw with her finger. "Such strength," she purred quietly. "There are very few who withstand a queen's thrall. Perhaps the young one is not the best choice for us after all."
Jack's jaw tightened, but he felt himself slipping more and more into her control.
She gazed up at Jack, Jonas sitting docilely behind her, forgotten, like an outgrown toy. Tauri taboos screamed at her inside her head. She shot pain through her counterpart's brain, suppressing the thoughts with agony. The idea of the forbidden excited her more. She ran a finger over Jack's lower lip, forcing his mouth to part. She captured the lip between hers and twisted her hands into his hair.
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Dark images swirled disconcertingly through her mind as Rayne found herself caught up in a passionate embrace. She pushed against whomever it was that she was embracing, falling to the floor. She stared up in horror as realization hit. There kneeling before her was her uncle, a blanket of emptiness concealing his face. Jonas was also in the room gazing fixedly ahead of himself at nothing. Images of how she had gotten into this position passed within her brain like a scarcely remembered nightmare and she suppressed the urge to scream. Stumbling to the door, she flung it open and collapsed in a heap at the feet of Dr. Frasier.
Sam quickly drew her gun and Rayne looked around panic-stricken. Janet dove into her bag searching for something to restrain the girl. She pulled out IV tubing and began wrapping it around Rayne's now placid hands. Rayne sat breathing heavily, staring miserably into the barrel of Sam's 9mm.
"Where's the knife?" Sam demanded.
Rayne gulped and stared into Sam's eyes. "I think I left it in the room." She paused before whispering, "How did this happen?"
Sam nodded to Janet. "Go check it out. Look for a knife."
Tucking her gun into her waistband, Sam patted the girl down. The naquada in her blood sang in recognition.
Rayne gasped in pain. "Stop!" She writhed in agony under Sam's touch. Sam pulled her hands away as Rayne whimpered.
Sam's brow furrowed as she picked up the phone to call the general. Hearing his answer. "We have the hostile under control. Request an escort. Female personnel only." She listened to the general's response as Janet returned to the room. Sam handed the phone to Janet.
Taking the phone, Janet also listened to the general. "Yes, sir. She's a queen, but I don't think that she's reached full maturity. The host still seems to have some intermittent control."
Jack came to stand at the doorway, hand pressed against his temple. He took in the situation dazedly. Rayne sat on the floor with her hands tied behind her, knees drawn up to her chest, forehead resting against them.
Sam heard the truck pull up outside. Four armed soldiers jumped out and charged the stairs. Several more waited outside. The tiny apartment became crowded very quickly. Jonas wandered into the room as well.
Replacing the tubing with handcuffs, the soldiers began pushing Rayne to the door.
"She may have a snake in her head, but the body is still my niece." Jack barked hoarsely.
Rayne shot him a grateful, teary-eyed look as the guards more gently escorted her down the stairs, Janet, and SG-1 following. Jonas pulled the door shut.
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Jack and Sam rode back to the SGC in silence. Sam kept giving sidelong glances to Jack as he sat in the passenger seat of his truck. Jonas had been diverted to Janet's car, still in a daze. Drawing a breath and slowly letting it out, she quietly asked, "Jack?"
"How did this happen?" Jack mumbled, echoing his niece's earlier comment, more to himself than to Sam.
"I don't know, sir. But we can go to Cimmeria, or call the Tok'ra, or even the Asgard if we have to. She'll be okay."
Jack stared straight ahead and nodded blankly. He turned to stare out his window.
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Jonas leapt in front of the gun, placing himself between Sam and Rayne. Slowly Rayne sat up, pressing her body to Jonas' back, staring up malevolently at Sam. Rayne slinked one arm around his waist and rested her hand possessively on his chest.
"What the hell is going on?!" Jack demanded. "Rayne, are you okay? What happened? Carter, what are you doing?"
"She's Goa'uld, sir." Sam reported, tightening her grip on the gun.
Rayne leered at Jack's shocked face and pulled Jonas closer. Jonas stared blankly ahead.
Recovering himself, Jack ordered, "Let him go."
In response, Rayne produced a large paring knife from the kitchen and placed the tip of it inside Jonas' ear. She arched an eyebrow at Jack. "Make her go." She then turned her attention to Jonas' other ear, biting the lobe and flicking her tongue up and down it. The image of a snake shot through Jack's mind, and his stomach lurched in disgust and fear.
Jack nodded to Sam and stared meaningfully at her. He knew that she would call the General and get him to send back-up. She reluctantly backed out of the room.
Jack, still kneeling, stared at Rayne. She seemed preoccupied with Jonas, but he sensed that it was just an act. He couldn't risk it; she still held the knife on his team mate.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Care for a taste?" She pressed the knife to his earlobe, drawing a slight trickle of blood. Moving the blade away from the skin and slightly down lower to his neck, she licked at the wound. The blood on her lips made Jack inwardly cringe. Smirking, as if she knew his thoughts, she caught his attention again. In fact, try as he might, he couldn't tear his attention away from her. The room felt suddenly warm and he felt suddenly sleepy. He couldn't move from the spot on which he kneeled.
The Goa'uld pushed Jonas to the side and crawled toward Jack's inanimate form. He gulped and tried to move from the spot. He managed to sway a bit. Rayne raised a surprised eyebrow at this and grinned ferally.
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Sam paced in the small living room. She wanted to be close in case the colonel needed her. She glanced out the window, expecting to see the reinforcements that the general had promised. Instead she saw a familiar petite form running towards the door. Sam hurried to let her in.
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Rayne traced the edge of her uncle's jaw with her finger. "Such strength," she purred quietly. "There are very few who withstand a queen's thrall. Perhaps the young one is not the best choice for us after all."
Jack's jaw tightened, but he felt himself slipping more and more into her control.
She gazed up at Jack, Jonas sitting docilely behind her, forgotten, like an outgrown toy. Tauri taboos screamed at her inside her head. She shot pain through her counterpart's brain, suppressing the thoughts with agony. The idea of the forbidden excited her more. She ran a finger over Jack's lower lip, forcing his mouth to part. She captured the lip between hers and twisted her hands into his hair.
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Dark images swirled disconcertingly through her mind as Rayne found herself caught up in a passionate embrace. She pushed against whomever it was that she was embracing, falling to the floor. She stared up in horror as realization hit. There kneeling before her was her uncle, a blanket of emptiness concealing his face. Jonas was also in the room gazing fixedly ahead of himself at nothing. Images of how she had gotten into this position passed within her brain like a scarcely remembered nightmare and she suppressed the urge to scream. Stumbling to the door, she flung it open and collapsed in a heap at the feet of Dr. Frasier.
Sam quickly drew her gun and Rayne looked around panic-stricken. Janet dove into her bag searching for something to restrain the girl. She pulled out IV tubing and began wrapping it around Rayne's now placid hands. Rayne sat breathing heavily, staring miserably into the barrel of Sam's 9mm.
"Where's the knife?" Sam demanded.
Rayne gulped and stared into Sam's eyes. "I think I left it in the room." She paused before whispering, "How did this happen?"
Sam nodded to Janet. "Go check it out. Look for a knife."
Tucking her gun into her waistband, Sam patted the girl down. The naquada in her blood sang in recognition.
Rayne gasped in pain. "Stop!" She writhed in agony under Sam's touch. Sam pulled her hands away as Rayne whimpered.
Sam's brow furrowed as she picked up the phone to call the general. Hearing his answer. "We have the hostile under control. Request an escort. Female personnel only." She listened to the general's response as Janet returned to the room. Sam handed the phone to Janet.
Taking the phone, Janet also listened to the general. "Yes, sir. She's a queen, but I don't think that she's reached full maturity. The host still seems to have some intermittent control."
Jack came to stand at the doorway, hand pressed against his temple. He took in the situation dazedly. Rayne sat on the floor with her hands tied behind her, knees drawn up to her chest, forehead resting against them.
Sam heard the truck pull up outside. Four armed soldiers jumped out and charged the stairs. Several more waited outside. The tiny apartment became crowded very quickly. Jonas wandered into the room as well.
Replacing the tubing with handcuffs, the soldiers began pushing Rayne to the door.
"She may have a snake in her head, but the body is still my niece." Jack barked hoarsely.
Rayne shot him a grateful, teary-eyed look as the guards more gently escorted her down the stairs, Janet, and SG-1 following. Jonas pulled the door shut.
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Jack and Sam rode back to the SGC in silence. Sam kept giving sidelong glances to Jack as he sat in the passenger seat of his truck. Jonas had been diverted to Janet's car, still in a daze. Drawing a breath and slowly letting it out, she quietly asked, "Jack?"
"How did this happen?" Jack mumbled, echoing his niece's earlier comment, more to himself than to Sam.
"I don't know, sir. But we can go to Cimmeria, or call the Tok'ra, or even the Asgard if we have to. She'll be okay."
Jack stared straight ahead and nodded blankly. He turned to stare out his window.
