Title: Aspirations

Author: Annerb

Summary: Nirrti walks the halls of the SGC and plans carefully

Warnings: None

Classifications: Missing scene (Rite of Passage), Challenge, Drabble-ish

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Aspirations

She finds the dim walls and crude halls unsettlingly familiar. Last time, she left a prisoner, her plans thwarted by lowly unworthies. But now Cronus lies dead and she walks free. Everything is set right. This time, she will get what she wants.

She smirks as men and women walk cluelessly by her, easily within reach. They are crude in their ignorance, unaware that potential death stands silently only a few paces away. Her hands itch to crack them open and learn any secrets they may hold. Maybe she could finally discover what strange power these Tau'ri have. What drives them to defy their gods where others just trembled for endless millennia? What makes them so special?

But there is no time for such thoughts. She will have to save that project for another time. Today is about the child. Years ago, the child failed in her purpose, forsaking the gift of naquadah pulsing through her veins. But now she is vaguely glad that the child's heart failed to obliterate this worthless planet. She can reclaim centuries of work that she had been forced to destroy. All is not lost.

Her pace quickens in anticipation, one step closer to her goal. And maybe, one day, having donned a new, perfect, powerful host, she can return to these depressing, classless spaces. That time, she will not hide, but give of her careful ministrations freely. She will cut, dig and manipulate. The Tau'ri secrets will spill like blood into her waiting hands.

Then she will be unstoppable. She barely contains a giddy laugh as she slips silently through the endless halls, one step closer to her Hok'Taur. After all, every goddess has to have a hobby.