Chapter One

Infiltration

It all began the day Laelia got the news that her brother was dead. Her dear brother who had protected her, always stood beside her. He was her idol, her guardian. When he died so did she. It was then she made the solemn oath to herself that she would make his murderer pay for the pain he had caused. She would kill the Goa'uld Klorel, son of Apophis. He may not have realized it when he raised his hand to Loren, but he had made a deadly enemy.

The others would have never let her do it so she had to keep it a secret. She felt bad lying to Martouf, but it had to be done. Revenge would be hers. She just had to find a way onto Klorel's ship and get close to him. That would prove to be the hard part. Once she had accomplished that she was sure she could earn his trust, or at least he would become interested in her enough to keep her around. When that happened it was over. Klorel would die. She probably would, too, but at least she would know Loren's killer would be gone.

A few days before a plan would reveal itself Martouf found her in her room gazing at images of her and Loren. "I miss him so much." She whispered, raising her misty eyes to him. He came to sit next to her, his presence calming to the teenager. Since she had first arrived there at the age of twelve Martouf had been one of the few she felt she could actually talk to.

"I think we all do, Laelia." He said, laying a reassuring hand on her arm. "But we also all knew the dangers."

"Yeah. I know. It still hurts, though." She replied. "He died honorably, didn't he?"

"He fought until the end."

She nodded. Loren had never been the type to give in. In fact his strength was the reason Laelia was alive. Without him she would have died alone on their home world. She would be like Loren. She would fight until the end, no matter the end.

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Laelia was on her way to her room when she overheard some interesting news. Klorel was taking in some new attendants. To put it nicely his last ones had not been up to par and had been … fired. A few of the Tok'ra were going to try and get at least one of those positions for undercover work. Even before Laelia had reached her quarters a plan was formulating itself in her brain. If she could get herself in and replace one of them then maybe she would be chosen to be one of Klorel's human assistants. It was worth a try.

From that day forward she listened in on meetings and collected all the information she needed about the mission. Jansen, one of the spies who had been steadily moving up ranks on Klorel's ship, was to procure some possible servants for "his master," and naturally he had known just where to get them. Three of their females, Sylvain, Jinni, and Aneit, and two males, Celaeno, and Lucian would be joining those brought by Klorel's other men.

The final pieces to Laelia's plan fell into place the day before everything was supposed to go down. She would wait until the six had left and then follow shortly after. Then she would join them or take the place of one of them. Once inside the Goa'uld ship there would be no time for Jansen to scold her or send her back so whatever happened would happen. Hopefully Klorel would choose her.

She made sure to sleep well the night before and rose early to make sure there weren't any change in their plans. After that she hung around and waited for them to leave. Once at the gate she gave them a few seconds to get ahead and then she redialed the coordinates Jansen had and stepped through the event horizon.

On the other side she found what looked like a cargo area. Jansen was already leading the possible future servants down the corridor. Laelia hurried ahead and fell in behind them. They were nearly to their destination when Sylvain turned around to glance behind her, her dark eyes widening in disbelief. "Laelia! What are you doing here?" He startled voice made Jansen turn.

"What's wrong?" Then he noticed Laelia. "Go back, what are you thinking?"

No one seemed to figure it out. To all of them she was just some stupid human teenager. Martouf would have understood. "Just let me go with you. Leave me alone."

"Laelia, I order you to go back." Jansen demanded, walking to her and gripping her arm like he was about to drag her off back down the corridor to the Stargate.

"No." She growled. "I won't. I won't go back and you can't make me." She sounded like a five year old but she didn't care. She had thought this out and no one was going to change her mind.

"Laelia…" Jansen began in his warning tone, but didn't finish. A serpent guard appeared from around the corner.

"Jansen, Klorel is waiting for you."

"Yes, I apologize, one of them is being troublesome. I was setting her straight." He jerked Laelia gently, but enough to make it look like punishment. The nameless guard turned with a nodded and they followed him further down the hallway. "You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into." Jansen whispered angrily at her.

"Yes, I do." She replied.

"You know we can't help you if something happens."

"I don't need your help." Laelia hissed at him. They were always thinking they needed to help her, guide her. All she needed right then was for them to leave her alone.

"So be it."

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The room was already filled with many people when they entered. Laelia saw nobody who could have been Klorel so she figured he was spending his time somewhere else while he waited for all the prospects to arrive. Jansen told them all to sit down, glaring at Laelia the whole time. She didn't bother herself with that, but set her mind to working on ways she could get Klorel's attention without getting herself killed in the process.

Her thoughts were suddenly stalled as the doors opened once more - - and in walked the most stunning creature she had ever seen. A small gasp escaped her lips as he entered, his dark eyes sweeping the room. She was mesmerized, so captured in his presence that she did not realize that while everyone else had lowered themselves down in reverence she was still sitting up. She suddenly found herself gazing into his eyes, a mixture of amusement and contempt.

She immediately dropped down, "my lord I am sorry. I - -" she began, her whole body shaking. Others might have thought from fear, but the truth was she was angry at herself for messing up so soon. "I - -" She was speechless. Why couldn't she say anything?

"Rise." His voice was clear, demanding, but surprisingly not harsh. She raised her face and saw he had reached out his hand to her. "Come, take it." Her hand hesitantly laid upon his, her brain whirling wildly in her head as she felt his fingers wrap gently around hers and pull her up. "What is your name?" He asked, his other hand tilting her chin up. They were so close to each other. She could see the different shades of his eyes, and she was sure he could sense the crazy beating of her heart.

"Laelia." She answered, her voice coming out meek.

"Laelia." He repeated, as if savoring the sound of her name on his tongue. "And what do you think of me, Laelia?"

She could have said a million things, and half of them would have still been able to get the result she wanted and still be true. However the only thing that her mind could process was the one thing she didn't want to say. It was the one thought so desperately taking over her mind, numbing her to reality. When the word passed her lips it was almost inaudible, but she was sure he heard.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked, voice soft. He didn't sound like he was mocking her, but she didn't want to say it again, she hadn't wanted to say it in the first place. His eyes, his eyes seemed to pull out those words from her. He drew her closer so that they touched, and so that the others could not hear. "You speak only to me." He whispered almost in reassurance, brushing his knuckles over her cheek.

"Beautiful." She was breathless by his touch. Her eyelashes fluttered closed as the tips of his fingers stroked against her skin.

"How would you serve me?" He questioned.

She only thought for a moment, the right answer coming to her without effort. "Any way you desire, my lord." Yes, that was the word. Desire.

Without another word he motioned to her. She was in.

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Jansen slammed his hand down on the table. "She has no idea what she has done." He growled, the anger rising in his voice. "Not only has she ruined all our plans, but she has put herself into a very dangerous situation."

Martouf sat, his mind turning over the facts Jansen had just brought him. He should have seen this coming. Laelia was not the type to just sit back and let something get by her. He remembered something she had said to him not long before concerning Klorel. "I wish I could wrap my hands around his throat and look him in the eyes as I choke the life out of him. Too bad I can't really do that, huh, Martouf?" At the time he had believed them to just be words of anger at her brother's death, but now he saw them for what they were, a deep wish. She had meant it, and when the opportunity came to set that wish forth she took it, grasped it much like she had wanted to grasp Klorel.

"You know it is about Loren, don't you?" He raised his eyes to Jansen, who was immediately quieted by the name of the recently lost. Respect. Loren had been an amazing warrior and friend. He had been a brother, and not just to Laelia.

"I figured that." Jansen said, then added with desperation in his voice, "but that doesn't change the situation Lia has caused. You should have seen her. It was as if she had been put under a spell, she was mystified!"

"Are you sure it wasn't an act?" Martouf asked. He couldn't see Laelia be so easily taken over by such base emotions, especially dealing with the murderer of Loren.

"If you would have seen her eyes you would not be asking me that. I only hope she snaps out of it, because if she doesn't she will be facing the life of Klorel's slave. Most likely a short life if his temper continues the way it has been as of late."

"You cannot get to her?"

"No."

"Then watch her, watch her and make sure she does not do anything to get herself harmed, or get us killed."

"Yes, sir." Jansen nodded shortly before departing.

Martouf shook his head once he was alone. Jansen and the others all thought that Laelia had no idea what she was doing. The truth of the matter was that she knew exactly what she was doing. The problem was that she didn't care.

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Laelia was confident that she would be able to get very close to her new 'god.' She would make him notice her no matter what it took. Hell, she would probably even strip naked and offer herself to him if that would ensure she could kill him. She could only imagine the look on his face when she murdered him in the throes of passion. Of course she would probably die soon after by the hands of his guards, but she probably wouldn't be able to live with herself after doing something like that anyway.

However, the thought of him wasn't that completely disgusting. She hated those tingling feelings in the pit of her stomach when she looked at him, but she had to acknowledge that they were there. She was attracted to him, attracted to the monster who executed her brother! She had to get a hold of herself. She was there to kill him, not seduce him - - or let him seduce her. But if she had to do one to get to the other she would do it.

"Worst case scenario, Laelia." She told herself under her breath, but she wasn't so sure. Once again she felt the butterflies rebel against her insides, and they wanted to take flight as bad as she did.

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Klorel's chambers were almost as big as the room Laelia had been taken to await being chosen. Very grand, of course. He seemed to like gold a lot from what she could tell. The only thing she could not get was the reason she had been called. She had been in her quarters with a few of the other servants chosen, her roommates for the time, when a couple serpent guards came and requested her presence. Klorel wanted to see her. Well, she did not want to see him, but she had no choice in the matter.

She found herself standing in the middle of the room, alone. She thought, at least until she heard his voice. "Laelia, is it not?" She turned to the smooth sound.

"Yes." She answered, watching as he moved closer. His movements were graceful, but calculated.

He handed her a device. "Read what it says." He said shortly.

"Okay." She replied, looking down at the object held in her hands. Without further prompting she read the contents of the first 'page.' When she looked up she caught an unreadable smirk pass over his face.

"You can read?"

"Yes." She was afraid she had just made a big mistake. Maybe that had been a test and he didn't want anyone to read.

"Good." He said, "you are the first I have found who can. Come." He motioned for her to follow him. At first she was reluctant to move, but thought it would be safer to do as he asked. He bade her to sit beside him on bed. Suspicious, but okay, fine. He stretched out innocently behind her. "Would you read to me the following passages? I must know this text by the next time I see my Father and it bores me such to read it myself. Perhaps if it comes from a lovely source I will be able to remember it."

Was he flirting with her? If that was it he would have to come up with some better lines. And what did he want her to do? Help him … wait… "You want me to help you study?" She could have laughed. It was so… well, weird.

"Study? Yes, I suppose. Would you?"

"Yes, of course, if it would please you."

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Laelia read for a while, trying to ignore the way his eyes crept over her. Finally she sighed, and said without thought, "I cannot concentrate with you staring at me!" Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. She was only halfway through an apology when he shushed her.

"Tell me, Laelia," Klorel said, raising to a sitting position, "which one is the real you? The one I see now before me, or the one who just poked through a moment ago?" His fingers came to the side of her face as if urging the answer to come at his will.

"Which one would you prefer, my lord?" She questioned. It was a little bold, but no bolder than what she had just blurted out.

"Either." His smile, so charming, so dangerous, made her heart spin.

She barely had time to react as he leaned in and placed his lips firmly against hers. Her sharp cry of surprise muffled as he pulled her closer. She didn't know what to do. Her own motives were suddenly confused. Pull him to her? Push him away? Give in? Fight? How would any of those actions be taken?

Luck shone down upon her. Moments later they were interrupted by the voice of one of Klorel's guards. Klorel was very agitated, but let him in anyway. "Is this important?" He demanded.

"Yes, your father wishes to speak to you."

Klorel's attitude and demeanor changed drastically. The guard my not have recognized it, but Laelia knew 'intimidated' when she saw it. "Very well then." The young man said sharply. He turned back to Laelia, who was standing beside him. "We will have to finish this some other time. I will send for you." Once again the stroke of his fingers against her skin. "Make sure she gets safely back to her quarters." He said to the guard before his mouth brushed hers. Brief, but enough to leave her feeling oddly weak.

Then he was gone, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

This is my first Stargate fic. Not that that's important, at least I guess not. Just wanted to give it a try. Tell me what you think. I'm afraid this chapters a little boring, the next one won't be as bad, but I guess that's your decision also. I'll try to get chapter two out as soon as I can, but I'm starting school so it might be a few days.

Next Chapter: Detection. Klorel finds out about Laelia's plan and someone pays the ultimate price for her choices.

R&R

- - Apocalyptic Muse