Gateway to heaven

chapter 12

Previously:

"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?"

Now…

Maat laughed, his deep distorted voice echoing through the empty halls.
"Your insolence is mere music to my ears, human!" He spat, his eyes glowing as he lowered his head toward hers, smelling her hair. She shivered and looked up at him. Time for serious bravado.
Sam smiled at him.
"So if you haven't seen Osiris lately…I guess you didn't hear about Isis tragic death…So are you telling me, you and Isis were having an affair behind Osiris back? Wow…you Gou'ald really get around…"

Maat roared and slapped her again, this time she slumped further into the chair, her vision darkening around the edges.
"You lie." He hissed into her ear. "My love cannot be dead. I will torture you, and you will reveal where she is. And when we are together again, we will destroy this planet, and all you friends along with it."

Sam looked up.
"My friends will kill you. Isis is dead, And if I could turn back time, I wouldn't change a thing."

Maat roared again, and suddenly Sam felt the familiar painful tug of a hand device, as her mouth opened slightly and she stared into the orange beam, her head feeling like it was about to explode.

And suddenly the pain stopped. She noticed a hand was tightly gripping onto her own, and she blearily looked to her side, seeing Harry had managed to stretch his hand to hers. She smiled reassuringly, but it was all she could do, the strength had left her, and her vision was flicking in and out of focus.

She did however, manage to look at Maat, who was now being held up by the throat, another Gou'ald in a brown cape whispering harsh words to him.
Matt was stumbling an apology.
"I am sorry! Please do not tell my lord!"
The brown caped Gou'ald smiled tauntingly. "You had better be." He hissed, "Our master will not be happy if our guests were to die before information could be extracted. And one such as powerful as this," He indicated with his free hand at Sam, "Would be a shame to lose."

He threw Maat to the floor.
"I will continue the interrogation for a period of time. Report back to Lord Voldemort. He must know about the woman's gift. And tell him Harry Potter is here."

Maat opened his mouth.
"But Mal'tek…this boy calls himself Ronald Weasly."
Mal'tek smiled.
"He was deceiving you, fool. Ronald Weasly is Arthur's son. He, like the rest of the family, is a red head."
Maat opened and closed him mouth in shock, before standing up and dusting himself off.
"I have been fooled it appears. I will inform Lord Voldemort immediately."
As the door swung shut with a loud thump, Mal'tek paced, watching them.
"What do you know of our Lord, Lord Voldemort?"

Harry shook his head.
Mal'tek smiled.
"Oh but of course you know him, young Harry. But Samantha here must be completely lost to his identity! Now why would two Gou'ald and an army Jaffa, be loyal to a human?"
Sam snorted.
"Because he can do magic tricks?"
Mal'tek leaned close.
"He is most powerful yes. But once he grows weary, I will take his body as host. And with those powers at my disposal, I will rule this galaxy."

He sneered.
"And I might chose you to be my queen." He whispered.
Sam snorted. "If I had believed every time a Gou'ald had said that, I think I would have a man on nearly every planet."
The Gou'ald shrugged.
"I could always kill you."

Sam smiled, as her vision darkened.
"Right now that sounds like a really good option." And she fell into unconsciousness.

Jack gasped as Sam's unconscious body was dragged into the cell. Behind her was thrown in a boy, it was only when Jack flipped him over and a pair of bright green eyes looked back up at him that he recognized him. Giving a small cry of delight and shock, Jack quickly pulled Harry onto the bunk, before reaching back down for Sam and pulling her, so she was leaning against the bars of the cell, her head, lolling against his shoulder. A large deep purple bruise was forming on the left side of her face.

Jack sighed, as Harry's eyes closed in sleep.
They had to escape. And soon.

TBC…