Jack wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing him look anything less than chipper. He grinned up at her horrible face, his head resting on the comfortable shoulder rest of her chair.

"Is this a job offer? Because I think you know what my answer is." He said invitingly, his voice riddled with inflections and cheer. Joceline ignored him.

"Jack," she said soothingly, stoking his hair and smiling sadly, "You still don't understand? There is no part for you in what we have begun, together..." Joceline was staring into his eyes as if she were trying to hypnotize him. She put a cool hand on his aching forehead, and Jack let his false grin drop. How could I have ever loved this woman? This lunatic? He thought to himself.

"You did all this," Jack said coldly, "for power? You murdered our own father, just to be Queen? I think you're the one who's not understanding what's happened here, Joceline." Jack let all his disgust for her show through in his voice.

She laughed at him. Something about that laugh sent chills down Jack's spine. That laugh was not the laugh of an insane woman. Joceline knew what she had done. She had plotted the death of her own father, and now here she stood, remorseless and satisfied.

"For power?" She said. "No! Not for power, nor riches, nor triumph. After all this time, Jack, you still know nothing of me. These luxuries are nothing but an added gratuity. The real reason has more to do with you then anything this world could provide me... You, and your Stargate." Joceline's eyes flashed with greed and excitement. Jack looked away from her. I hate it when I'm right.

Sam and Daniel had fallowed Igriane out into the street and into a large house on the corner. Two young men that had been guarding the entry hall greeted them cheerfully, and pulled them out of the open quickly. They were both armed and heavy set, but had a kind air about them. They were led into a large room that looked like a rich library turned war room. The entire place was obviously some kind of underground organization, but for what neither Sam nor Daniel could guess. Very little was explained until a large party arrived several minuets after they had sat down.

"Dr. Carter, Dr. Jackson, it's good to see you safe and well." An elderly man greeted them politely. "I am Arther Gorlois."

"Uh, thanks." Daniel said, shaking the proffered hand and looking slightly put off. Almost 30 people were filing into the room after Gorlois, and seating themselves around a large central table.

"Please sit." He said, motioning to chairs beside him as he sat down. Daniel and Sam sat, both noticing how everyone was staring at them as if they had tails growing out of their heads.

"Comrades," began Arther Gorlois, "We are gathered here today to discuss the grave matters at hand. Today is a dark day indeed. Let us all have a moment of silence for the departed." Everyone around the table bowed their heads solemnly. Sam and Daniel imitated them, feeling uncomfortable.

After about a minute, Gorlois broke the silence with a cough. "Let his memory never fade." He said quietly. "As most of you may have guessed, with us today are Drs. Jackson and Carter. They were located not very long ago near the West wall." Daniel noticed many of the people gathered here looked very relieved at these words, and although he was still confused, some of his fear began to ebb away. Gorlois turned to him and Sam.

"We are all prepared to do whatever is necessary to ensure your safety, and get Colonel O'neil out of the palace." He said seriously. There were nods of agreement all around the table.

"Never before has such an opportunity arisen," Gorlois preached, "to complete the sacred goal set to us by our founders. After years of darkness and hiding, each side of this war biding their time, evil has reared her ugly head!" There were angry cries of ascent all around the table. The calm, polite group was rapidly transforming into a rally. "The DEMON has walked out from the depths of anonymity, and risen to a power she must not hold!" Gorlois was shouting now, with the crowd was clapping and yelling along with him. And clarity finally came to Daniel.

"Joceline- she's a Gou'uld?" Sam whispered to him. Daniel bowed his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. Sam knew him well enough that he didn't even need to voice his thoughts; 'oh crap.'