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Previously:

In a last desperate attempt at salvation, Daniel threw himself down on to the ground, slamming his head onto the dias. His world went dark.

"Hot...oh god, why is it so hot?" Daniel's eyes flew open. He was surrounded by sand. The sky above him was a clear blue with the sun directly overhead. "I'm in the desert?"

"I brought you here, Daniel Jackson," Daniel spun around at the voice. Behind him was Apophis. Seeing him, Daniel remembered...kneeling on the floor, having the symbiote rip into his neck, feeling the destruction of his heart and his soul.

"This isn't real," Daniel stated. He became aware of a strange sensation in the back of his head as if spiders were walking on needles through his skull. "You're making me see this."

"Yes," the Goa'uld replied. "This is where he came from. He gestured to his body. "He was a scribe, a scholar like yourself. He was very useful to me." Daniel felt the scratching in his brain. "Hmm...it seems that this land is familiar to you as well. Your mother, Claire, brought you here when you were very young, before she died."

"Get out. Get out of my head," Daniel was scared to realize that without any struggle Apophis was learning his secrets. "You have no right to do this!"

"Of course I do," Apophis replied. "I am your God. You have lost, Daniel Jackson. You do not have a say in this. He learned to obey. You will as well."

Daniel's mind was overrun with images. He saw himself, or was it Apophis, leading soldiers through a small village. Tents were burned, people were killed with staff blasts. Any resistance was met with brutal suppression. He slaughtered young Egyptian children, blood running through the sand. Then he was torturing a young, dark-skinned woman while she screamed for mercy in an ancient Egyptian tongue.

"Enough!" Daniel screamed. "I didn't do this! He didn't do this! You did this. You murdered his wife and children and his whole damn town!"

"And I will do the same to you," Apophis replied.

Daniel's brain started to swirl. The tearing pain intensified to the point his vision started to gray.

When the swirling stopped, Daniel opened his eyes. With a start, he recognized the walls of the Gateroom in Stargate Command. Everywhere he looked he saw scorch marks from staff blasts. Dead soldiers were thick on the ground, spent shells strewn among them. The glass window to the computer room was shattered. Daniel could just make out Walter's body slumped on the console.

"This isn't real," Daniel whispered, denying the destruction that surrounded him.

Apophis came up beside him and smiled."But it will be. Look at all of the information you have already given me." The false god walked among the dead, naming them. "Siler. Colonel...Makepeace. Major Davis." With each name, Daniel felt the tearing. The pain was weakening him. "Ah, look Daniel Jackson, this one breathes still." Apophis bent over and lifted a battered Janet Fraiser by her neck. Seeing his friend struggle for life, Daniel tried to scream, yell, something! but nothing came out.

Suddenly, he realized he was the one strangling Janet. He dangled her from his arm and sank his fingers into her neck. "Daniel, please, don't..." Janet tried to speak, but it was too late. He released her and her bodyjoined the others. Daniel heard a sound from the dead. Without hesitation he turned and fired his staff weapon. He had killed General Hammond. Daniel dropped the weapon.

"Stop this!" Daniel begged.

"We have only started, Danny-boy," the Goa'uld was wearing standard-issue SG blues. Daniel looked down and saw that his own body was now draped in the ostentatious Goa'uld finery.

"It is time Daniel. You will submit to me. You will keep nothing from me. I will make you obey me." Apophis advanced towards Daniel. The tearing and ripping in his mind intensified opening holes that the apophis-mind rushed to fill. Daniel was again overwhelmed with memories that were not his own. Daniel saw planets enslaved at Apophis's whim, subjects tortured for his amusement. He saw countless Jaffa prostrate themselves at his feet, believing him to be a god. He saw Teal'c swearing his loyalty and service as First Prime. He saw Shar'e, raped before her implantation, crying out to a husband who would never rescue her. Grief and terror swamped Daniel to the core of his being. He could take no more. He had to retreat within himself or go mad.

Apophis was victorious.

TBC