Gateway to heaven, Chapter 11

Chapter title: Maat

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Previously:

The Gou'ald grinned, giving a small wave before backing out of the cell, the doors slamming shut as he walked away with a struggling Samantha Carter. Daniel turned to see Teal'c was just releasing Jack, who ran to the cage doors and watched their backs walk away.

"Dammit!" O'Neill swore, turning to Daniel. "What did they say?"

Daniel looked at his boots.

"Bring the female. Take her to the torture room."

The three remaining members of SG1 paled.

Now….

Samantha Carter struggled and fought as she was dragged away from her team, only stopping when the Gou'ald pulled back her hairline and threatened to kill her friends if she continued to struggle.

As they entered the small dank room that she supposed was a dungeon, Sam gasped at the sight of the boy sitting on one of the two wooden chairs, his appearance bloody and battered. He raised his head slightly, his glasses chipped and scratched, and groaned, watching as the men in black tied their newest visitor to the chair beside him.

Sam felt herself fill with fury as her eyes roamed over his tortured appearance, ignoring the presence of the Gou'ald, who came to stand beside her, running his cold fingers over the back of her neck.

"Well, Samantha Carter." He whispered, running his fingers through her hair, as she shifted in displeasure. She could sense his wide grin. "It's nice to have you here. Such a fine specimen…And with the magical gift too…I may consider you as the host for my lover."

Sam let out a bitter laugh.

"I don't even know your name." She spat, "Let alone your lovers. And I'm surprised you don't want to keep me all to yourself. You Gou'ald would happily kill your closest acquaintance in greed."
The Gou'ald grinned.

"You, Samantha, obviously underestimate me. I love her with all my heart. She is the beacon in my sky. Similar to what you share with Colonel O'Neill."
Sam frowned.
"What?"
The Gou'ald laughed.
"I am in a magical host remember? And you have a powerful magic within you. When you love, hate or are terribly sad, it comes off your aura in waves."

Sam held her tongue. Everything had fallen into a painful clarity. She knew she had a gift, perhaps not a powerful one, but the one memory that always stranded out from her childhood, was when the power went out in her house. Her brother left her home alone and left to be with his friends, knowing she was afraid of the dark. Her father was on a top secret mission somewhere in Vietnam, and she was left, curled up behind the couch as her fear rose with the level of darkness. She had heard a sound, and something smash, terrified, she had screamed, it was then the lights had all returned, and she noticed it was only her cat, tinker. She had spent the night playing with her dolls, and when her brother had returned, he had commented their house was the only one with power. She had gone to bed, on the edge of sleep, when the lights went out, turning into a mist and joining back into her. She had thought it was a dream.

Shaking her head slightly, she turned her head, dislodging his fingers with were caressing her hair.
"Okay, so I have magic. Why give me to your lover? Don't you want me for yourself?" She felt slightly insulted at the Gou'ald's lack of interest, but more so, trying to get him to talk longer, hoping not to lose his interest. Those torture instruments were too close for comfort.

The Gou'ald sighed, leaning down over Harry to look into his wide eyes. He tugged slightly at the gag in his mouth, watching as it fell to the floor. Harry breathed, whether it was pain, or relief, it was impossible to tell.

"I am only in this weak magician host because I am yet to come across the one whom I wish to take. He is the most powerful one on this world, compared to him, you are less then nothing, Samantha Carter."
Sam glared.
"Then who are you? And who is this host person you want?"
the Gou'ald watched her, raising it's eyebrow.

"I want the boy named Harry Potter. His power is legendary. This," He pointed at Harry, "This Ron Weasly was supposed to be Harry….but the stupid death eaters in service to Voldemort are less then adequate. Once I have Harry as host, I will kill them all."
Sam turned her head and smiled at Harry, who weakly returned the gesture.

"Well then," Sam continued, "Who is this….lover of yours? Where is she?"
the Gou'ald lowered it's head and Sam knew, she had struck a nerve.
"I am yet to find her…She has been trapped on this planet for centuries…My love, Isis…"
Sam blinked.
"I thought Isis was in love with Osiris?" A thought suddenly struck her. "Your not Osiris are you?"
The Gou'ald slapped her, as her head snapped to the side, her cheek stinging, she heard Harry yell. Her vision swam, but returned into focus as she turned to look at the parasite again.

"I am not Osiris." He hissed, leaning close to her face, "My former god," He laughed slightly, "Named me Maat. I was once a great ruler of the underworld, working in Osiris chambers. I have risen beyond that now."

Sam stared.

"Can I call you Matt?"

TTFN!