Goa'uld World
"The human has served his purpose, dispose of him."
"Brother, I think you should reconsider – this Daniel Jackson would make a far greater weapon to us than would any knowledge of the Tau'ri that he gave to us."
"Explain."
Bowing, the green robed Goa'uld cackled sinisterly.
"My brother, this particular Tau'ri is held in the hearts of many of the Tau'ri and Toak'ra. If we were to send him back as one of our agents, to infiltrate their trust, he could sow the destruction of our enemies."
Akil Anwar leaned back in his throne.
"Indeed, brother. That is a very good idea."
Bashir, then, nodded at the young woman next to him.
"Proceed."
"Daniel, poppet! You've come so far – don't let a foul temper ruin this."
The bruised and bleeding archaeologist clamped his mouth shut and refused to make the slightest move.
"Poppet, don't you want to go back to your friends?"
Daniel opened an eye warily.
"They are still alive? You didn't kill them when you took me?"
The woman knelt down beside him and brushed a wayward strand of hair off of his damp forehead, sighing.
"Poppet – why would I do something like that? Hmm," she gently stroked the side of his face, smiling as her soft fingers rubbed against the roughness of his beard. "It pains me to see you like this, Daniel. Why do you let the Jaffa do this to you?"
Daniel shook his head, and she withdrew her hand.
"I do it because I don't have any other options, now do I?"
A sigh was his only answer.
"Are they really still alive?"
The woman nodded.
"And they really aren't looking for me?"
Again, she nodded.
Daniel closed his eyes, struggling to fight off tears.
This was a nightmare of his, that all his friends gave up on him and left him alone. He had dreamed it after he descended, but it had reoccurred almost every night for the past month or more. It was driving him to the brink of despair – or insanity.
"Daniel, luv, what are you thinking?"
"Nothing…nothing."
"Are you sure? If you wish to ask me a question, feel free."
Daniel looked over at the woman.
She was quite lovely. Not beautiful or gorgeous, but lovely.
She didn't dress like a Goa'uld, as he suspected she was, nor was she clothed in the costume of a Jaffa. She wore a simple white gown with long white sleeves and pale brown ribbons braided through her almost white hair.
"I do have a question," he finally said.
She smiled and helped him sit up so that he was at eye level with her.
"What is it?"
Daniel smiled slightly, a bit of a mischievous gleam in his eye.
"What is your name?"
Earth
"It's good to have you back, sir."
O'Neill looked over at the young naval officer standing next to him.
"Wow... who are you?"
The young man looked abashed.
"I'm the new archaeologist on SG-5… Dr. Jackson got you to recruit me?"
"Oh, yeah," Jack faked. "Right, good to be back… yeah."
Carter said something to get rid of the young man and they went back on their way to Jack's office.
"Who was that now?"
Carter shook her head, "he's one of Daniel's old friends from college or something – he pulled some strings and got him a job here."
"But he's a sailor… and what was with his uniform?"
Jacob Carter snorted from behind him.
"You can't tell the uniforms of two different militaries apart? You need to be more observant, Jack. That kid was Canadian, he had it written on his sleeves and maple leafs everywhere."
O'Neill scrunched his forehead and dropped into his big chair with confusion written in his eyes. "Why is a Canadian navy guy in a top secret American air base?"
Both Carters shook their heads in annoyance.
"Let's get back into business, shall we?"
O'Neill raised his hands and nodded, "sure."
"So, Sam… what the hell happened?"
Goa'uld world
Daniel withdrew from Nadira's warm embrace and rubbed his hands over his eyes.
Nadira, which was the lovely woman's name, slept peacefully next to him on the small cot in his cell.
Daniel cursed at himself.
What was he doing? Why wasn't he trying to find a way to escape?
A soft noise from the sleeping form next to him told him why.
He was falling in love with her – with his own captor! His tormentor!
The young man stood and began pacing up and down in his cell.
Was this some sort of a plan to make him turn on his friends… or was what she said true?
Did they abandon him… called up that Jonas bastard again and go off on their merry way, saving the galaxy without him? Never giving poor captured Daniel a second thought?
But what about Teal'c… the Jaffa would never leave him here without at least making an attempt to free him. He escaped and didn't bother to try to save Daniel while he was at it?
Daniel punched the cell wall.
His hand exploded with pain and he was sure he felt a knuckle or two break.
"Daniel!"
The miserable man looked up over the wounded fist he nursed and saw that he had woken Nadira with his outburst.
"Poppet, you've hurt yourself!"
She got up and quickly went over to him, taking his reddening fist in her hands and examining it. Daniel winced as she touched a particularly sore spot.
"It's broken. I've got to get you to the doctor," she said softly.
Daniel moved to follow her, but she stopped him with a hand. She looked at him with a gleam in her eye and looked down at herself.
"I guess we should get dressed first, eh?"
Earth
"So… Daniel and Teal'c just disappeared?"
Sam nodded.
"The security camera in the gate room saw them briefly for a moment when the dust had cleared. They were pinned under a piece of the collapsed roof, and then… poof, they were gone."
Jack shook his head in disbelief.
"But leading up to that… how did the room collapse? I just remember opening the portal then… BOOM… waking up with the whole Toak'ra thing."
Sam Carter shrugged and glanced over at her dad, who was busily studying the video footage of the accident.
"I'm not sure… nothing could have come through the gate, so it had to have been on our end. Maybe a power fluxuation or… I don't know… an earth tremor?"
"Not necessarily, Sam."
O'Neill and Samantha looked over at the frowning Toak'ra.
"What is it dad?"
"Take a look at this," Jacob pointed at the screen.
They watched in slow motion as a small grenade shaped object rolled through the Star Gate and down the ramp before detonating.
Sam looked to be in shock. "But that's impossible! Wormholes are one way only!"
Jack and Jacob met eyes… both flashing in the dim light of the ready room.
"But was this an outgoing or an incoming wormhole?"
Sam looked from her commanding officer to her father, understanding written on her face.
"Someone dialled us up just as we were dialling out… we didn't notice, because we were expecting one anyways!"
Jack nodded.
"But who dialled us is the question."
Goa'uld world
"So is your plan working, brother?"
Bashir bowed and smiled at his younger brother.
"Indeed, brother, it is. Nadira is making great success with the tau'ri, and he has no idea who she is, even after she told him her name."
Akil frowned, "I thought this Tau'ri was supposed to be intelligent?"
"Ah, but brother," Bashir quickly took a step back, "he is intelligent on their level, but he is no match though for our kind. Lo, even our sister makes a fool of this supposed enlightened man. We can plan to go ahead with the plans… perhaps we will be ahead of schedule."
Akil smiled and held a hand out to his brother, "that is indeed very good news."
Bashir took his brother's hand and beamed with delight, "of course, my brother!"
In less than a moment Akil had his brother pinned to the ground and a spiked boot placed upon his neck. Bashir only had time to blubber the word, "Akil!" before his neck snapped and the light in his eyes dimmed.
Akil stood strait and motioned to his Jaffa.
Stepping away from his brother's body the Goa'uld sneered and snarled as his Jaffa dragged it out of the room.
"Very good news indeed."
ooh... interesting, eh? FYI - I'm not sure if I'm going to have the Asguard in this fanfic... they're there, but don't have as large a part as they've been having lately in the serries.
Also - thanks for all the great reviews... I'm not sure what I'm goin to be doing in the romance department with the characters, other than the latest developments, of course. I think that I'll leave Jack and Sam alone for right now and focus on other things... I don't really like them, either. too... I dono. reminds me of camp last summer... I was a PO2 and I was having an 'on again- off again' relationship with the PO1 in my division... sigh... so strange.