Daniel didn't sleep for three days after learning that he could have a son. Something he denied savagely within his mind. Love created a child not deceit and lies. This was something he believed wholeheartedly. His girlfriend had cheated on him so therefore the child could only belong to the man that she shared the deceit with. Jack. His best friend and surrogate brother. Someone he came to rely on and trust. The betrayal had run deep, so deep, that it ran straight into Daniel's soul. That is why he left all that he believed in and joined Baal. He felt dead inside. For once in his life he belonged somewhere. He had friends and family that he could count on. But the moment he saw Jack and Sam together, he was reliving his childhood. The times of foster home after foster home, never fitting in, never belonging anywhere. He emotionally shut down. Refusing to listen to logic or reason that his brain was trying to process to him. So he did the one thing that he thought would hurt them the most. The one thing that would make them feel what he was feeling. He joined the enemy, willingly. He gave himself and all the knowledge that he had to an enemy that had the means and power to deliver crushing blows to whomever he chose.
Swallowing, Daniel was pulled out of his dark musings when he heard his door open and several people enter. His gaze moved from the book on his desk toward the two Jaffa that now stood in the center of his room. He gave them a questioning look then noticed that they were holding something between them. A man who looked badly beat and in rough shape. "What does my master wish of me?" He stood and moved away from the desk and toward them. They left the man go and he crumpled to the floor in a heap. "Lord Baal wishes for you to care for this man. He is Tok'ra and was found outside the boarders of the base. Our Lord wishes him well enough to tell him what information he has gathered." The Jaffa both turned and left. The door closed with a light thud. Daniel raised an eye brow and kneeled down to the man, placing a hand upon him. After feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing he rose and grasped the man under his arms, pulling him off the floor and onto the bed. He was dressed in the normal black and brown clothing of the Tok'ra. "You picked the wrong mission to go on, Tok'ra." Daniel mumbled as he turned him over and took a step back after seeing whom it was. The battered face and head of Jacob Carter rolled off to the side as he moaned in pain.
Jacob was in pain. Great pain. He had been captured right outside the walls of Baals' new secret base. The Tok'ra on the side said that he could get him in so he went. Something must have gone wrong because a small number of Jaffa was waiting for him at the entrance that was to be used. He was tried to flee but it was two late and he took two hits from a staff weapon. One in the shoulder and one in the stomach. Selmak was trying to heal him but it was slow. What surprised him more was the fact that Baal told the Jaffa to take him to his most trusted servant for care until he was well enough to be tortured into giving up any information he had. "Water..." He mumbled as he tried to open his eyes. His head hurts do to the ribbon device that Baal had used on him prior to sending him away. He was slightly confused at the words that he heard. They were not in Goa'uld but rather English.
Daniel didn't know what to do. Should he flee the room for now and instruct one of the lessor servants to take care of Jacob. No. He couldn't. His master intrusted this duty to him and he had to do it. He padded over to the basin that sat in the corner that was used by him for drinking and filled a small, metal cup with water before returning to the injured man and forcing him to drink. He sat the cup on the stand beside his table and seemed to eye the man. He was filthy and would need bathed if his wounds were to heal right. Clearing his throat he walked over to the wall and pressed an Egyptian symbol that would tell one of the lessor servants that he needed something. Once they arrived, he instructed them to bath the wounded man and dress him in appropriate sleeping attire. He stood off to the side and watched as they did this so that they didn't make matters worse. After two hours they had Jacob cleaned and dressed, leaving him to rest on the bed, comfortably.
Jacob could feel hands upon him but they were gentle. His clothing was removed and he felt soft clothes gliding over his sore body, cleaning him with scented water. He was then dressed but in something soft. Selmak was healing him but at the same time his symbiote was forcing him to sleep so the process would go faster. Jacob didn't fit the suggestion as he drifted off into a light slumber not even thinking about the person that his care was intrusted to. When he woke, a small window showed the bright sun of day. He had no idea how long he had slept. A voice came from the corner, the same voice he heard talking before.
"It has been two days since you were brought in." Daniel spoke as he moved away from his desk. Again he had not slept in that time. Bring the total to five days. And he looked it. Large rings hung under his eyes and he was paler than usual. "Selmak has healed all that can be healed. Your other wounds will take time." He moved again and offered Jacob a cup of water. "Drink. I am sure that you are thirsty. I have called for food so it should be here soon." He sat on the edge of the bed.
His eyes began to focus and he took the water, drinking it greedily. At the mention of food his stomach gave a growl. Healing took a lot of out him and Selmak so food would be good. Now that Jacob was more alert, he heard the voice clearly and was sure that he had heard it before. The face that belonged to the voice shocked him. "Daniel!" Came his surprised words. He swallowed and sat up, slightly. "What are you doing here? Are Jack and Sam here as well? Teal'c?" He seemed relieved at the thought of SG-1 being here.
Daniel's face turned hard and his eyes became guarded. "No. They are not here." He moved off the bed and yanked the covers off Jacob. "You need to walk around a bit. Try and get the feeling back in your legs. My master wishes you healed so that you maybe ready to answer questions."
Jacob's hopes fell when he heard that the rest of SG-1 wasn't here. But why was Daniel? Was he undercover for some kind of mission? Jacob hadn't been around for two years since the Tok'ra broke off relations with the Tau'ri. He left with them to try and patch things up but it didn't go so well. Then his breather en started to join Baal and he quickly was labeled a traitor. "What are you doing here, Danny?" He asked quickly as he slipped out of bed, slowly. His feet buckled under him and he soon found himself being supported by Daniel.
"I live here." He answered simply as he helped Jacob walk around. Daniel really didn't want to say more than that but he would have to in order to keep Jacob from asking more questions. "I am Baals' most trusted servant and have been for a little over two years now. I am here on my own."
"Most trusted servant? What are you talking about Daniel?" Only then did Jacob notice the mark of Baal that was centered on Daniel's forehead. The black symbol stuck out like a sore thumb against Daniel's pale skin. "You willingly joined him? You joined a Goa'uld?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Daniel Jackson had willingly joined a Goa'uld. "Why?" Was the only other thing he could think of to ask.
"Why?" Daniel seemed to think as he brought Jacob back to the bed and forced him to lie down once again after they made a lap around the room. "Because this base was supposed to be secret and this planet unknown. A prime place to go when you don't want found." He moved away from the bed and sat down at his desk, staring at the book once again. This time...this time he didn't even bother opening it.