Daniel stood at attention behind the throne which was located in the main chamber of a hidden base on an unknown planet. His eyes stared straight ahead, focused on the wall. On the throne sat Baal who was talking idly to another System Lord that Daniel did not recognize. Daniel was nothing more than a slave now. A personal servant to Baal, who was quickly rising in power do to the sudden defeat of Anubis by the tau'ri. Baal was the only System Lord to act quickly and take command of the fleet that once belonged to Anubis. Baal held the cup he was drinking from out to the side and Daniel moved from his place, gathering a pitcher from a nearby table and refilling the cup with sweet wine. He bowed his head and placed the pitcher back on the table before taking his position once again.
Daniel was dressed well for a personal servant. His outfit consisted of mostly tight black leather such as his pants, vests that he wore over his bare chest and boots. The black mark of Baal was displayed on the center of his forehead and a zat was attached to a hook on his belt. He was the only servant allowed to carry such a dangerous weapon since he was the only one trusted by Baal to protect his life. Daniel had proven himself more than two years ago shortly after he came into the service of Baal. He took a staff blast to the chest when Baal's previous personal servant had tried to kill him.
Blinking, Daniel noticed that the room was now empty, his master and guest must have private business to discuss or he would have been ordered to accompany them. He moved out of the room quietly and wondered down the corridor to his personal chamber. Two Jaffa guards stood outside of it at all times not to make sure that Daniel didn't escape but rather to make sure that no one tried harming him in anyway. He bowed his head to them as the door swished open and he entered. Once it closed, he enacted the security measure that wouldn't allow anyone access unless he admitted them. The room was rather large and roomy. A golden desk sat off to the far corner which had several books and parchments scattered across it. A large bed, also made of gold sat in the center of the room with white silk curtains hanging around it. Expensive rugs decorated the floor. The room looked to belong to Baal himself but in reality, Baals' room was much bigger and nicer looking. Daniel sighed as he walked into an adjoined room which was the bathroom. A marble tub sat in the center of the room already filled with warm scented water by one of the lower class servant girls. He stripped his clothes off and sank into the water. It felt good and soon he found himself relaxing and drifting off into a light sleep. But this wasn't something that he welcomed for his sleeps were usually interrupted by nightmares.
One nightmare in particular of him being betrayed by someone, he loved. This nightmare was a memory. An event that caused him to offer himself and the information that he had to Baal. The event that made him a traitor to all of the tau'ri. It started out normal enough. He was driving down the street, returning, early, from a two-week off-world mission with SG-12. He was just happy to be home. He loved traveling to other planets but these extended missions took a toll on him. He parked his Jeep Liberty on the street and crawled out of the car. First thing he noticed was Jack's truck parked also on the street in front of his apartment. He should have realized something was wrong but Jack was a friend who had the habit of dropping by at odd times. He had noticed that he wasn't at the SGC to greet himself and SG-12 when they came back but again, Jack liked to take time off for personal reasons now that he was a General. Shrugging, Daniel walked around his car and pulled several cartons of Chinese take-out that he picked up on his way home. Smiling he carried the food to the building and up the stairs to his apartment which he now shared with his girlfriend/soon to be wife, he purposed to her right before he left on the two-week mission and she accepted, Samantha Carter who also happened to be the leader of SG-1. He stopped at the door and that's when the dream turned into a nightmare. He foolishly unlocked the door the entered, quietly as possible. He sat the food on the table and began to search for Sam and Jack only to find them in the bedroom, tangled together and very naked. They both were asleep. The looks on their faces said it all along with the tangled sheets and clothes strewed all over the floor. Daniel didn't say anything, only grabbed the food off the table and left. He traveled back to the SGC where he spent the night in his on base room, alone. It was the weekend so he wouldn't have to face Sam or Jack until Monday when they both reported to work like nothing had happened. He spent all day Saturday and Sunday in his room, not seeing a sole and living off the Chinese take-out that he had brought for himself and Sam. He tortured himself during that time by thinking about Sam and Jack being together and wondering how long it had been going on. Finally the dream shifted to the following Monday and he emerged from the room. Dark circles hung under his eyes and he hadn't shaved at all so he looked scruffy. His clothes were wrinkled even though they were clean and he smelled decent from bathing. He managed to avoid them both until the debriefing with SG-12 where Daniel sat quietly, staring at his hands while the other members of the team spoke. When asked a question by Jack, he answered in short, yes or no answers. Soon the briefing was over and Daniel ended up in the control room where he idly began to search through gate records, no one bothered stopping him since he had clearance to do so. He found what he was looking for in a matter of hours then began his journey back to his room, praying that he didn't run into either Jack or Sam. His prayer wasn't answered since they both were waiting for him outside of his room. He raised his head high in defiance as he stepped passed them and inside, shutting the door. It wouldn't keep them out and soon they both were inside. Daniel's defenses crumbled as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Why?" Was the only word he mumbled the entire weekend. Of course they didn't know what he was talking about and after getting nothing more from him, they left. He glanced at a picture of himself and Sam, taken on the day she accepted to be his wife. He then placed the picture face down on the night stand and laid back, waiting. He waited until night fell and the base grew quiet before he exited his room with nothing except the clothes on his back. He entered the control room, knocked the three people out that were inside and began the dialing program. He then set the computer to erase all information pertaining to this activation from the records, being around Sam caused him to pick up a few tricks dealing with the computers. The sirens blared to life and the blast doors closed but not before he was inside the gate room. Soon the Stargate shimmered to life and Daniel stepped through it just before all hell broke lose on the base.
Daniel jerked awake as water splashed out of the tub. It had long gone cold. Sighing, he pushed himself out and wrapped himself in a waiting towel, the servant girl had been there while he was asleep and left it for him alone with clean sleeping attire on his bed. He padded out of the bathroom and to his bed where he dressed in the cool, white pants and top provided for him. He eyed the bed longingly but couldn't bare to go through the nightmare again so he walked over to his desk, sat and began to go over the books that Baal had provided him. They were written in Goa!uld but he was now fluent in it, not only by reading but also by speaking and writing.
Unknown to him at this very moment the Stargate had sprung to life and two figures emerged, dressed in all black with SGC patched on their arms. The gate wasn't guarded since the base was secret and the planet unknown.