Chapter 4 (finally)
I'm sorry that this chapter has taken so long but my muse deserted me and when she finally decided to come back I dropped the little book I write in, in the bath, (no I'm not kidding.)
Disclaimer: Stargate is not mine blah, blah, blah.
So here it is at last, I hope you think it was worth the wait.
Remember to review.
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Something was wrong. It was too quiet. Quiet was definitely not good.
His first thought was that they ad gone to the wrong planet, there were no Jaffa lying unconscious, or running away in fear-not that they did that. But no, he recognised the large gold and yellow courtyard that the Stargate was centred in from the images Jacob had shown them back on Earth. And.yeah, there were the trusty trees-arranged in neat rows between the columns-but definitely still trees. Still it made no sense why would a Goa'uld leave the 'gate unattended.
He made a `move out` motion to the other, keeping gun pointed ahead and his eyes scouring the courtyard for any sign of movement. They headed forwards, down the rough limestone steps that lead from the Stargate.
It was silent.
"Something's wrong," Daniel whispered, appearing at Jacks side.
Jack walked further forward, gesturing for the others to stay put. He headed for the avenue of sphinxes directly ahead of the Stargate. He heard the others following, they had disobeyed his orders, like that made a change.
Something hit his shoulder, causing his body to jerk back in pain with its force. It hit him again in the stomach; he slumped forward, falling to the ground. The world slowed as he watched a dozen Jaffa apparently materializing from air. His neck was twisted at an uncomfortable angle; he could see Sam rushing towards him, still firing at the Jaffa. The rest of the world blurred around her form. He tried to tell her to leave but it was too late, a ball of energy hit her.
She fell beside him, dead.
Everything went black.
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He opened his eyes groggily and then closed them again quickly. It was too bright. He tried to remember where he was, what had happened.
"Oh shit," he mumbled and tried to raised a hand to rub his eyes. Still, if he was alive then it meant the others probably were as well.
Slowly he opened his eyes again. Daylight. It wasn't as bright the second time. He looked around. Daylight reflecting on gold. Jack pushed himself into a sitting position.
"You have awoken," Jacks head whipped around to the source of the unmistakably Goa'uld voice.
"You must be Nephthys," he commented lightly.
"And you are Jack O'Neill," the voice responded more humanly.
He stood up briefly, but was pushed to his knees by a nearby Jaffa. He found himself kneeling in front of the golden throne, in it the source of the voice. A beautiful woman, smooth coffee coloured skin, long, soft black hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Her large dark eyes highlighted with kohl, an innocent face. Her long legs were crossed-pure white line falling to each side revealing a large amount of her flawless skin as she lounged back, her arms on the arm rests. She looked every inch a Queen.
Jack snapped himself out of his reverie, reminding himself who-and what- she was.
"I don't want to hurt you Jack," she said gently.
"That's a shame," he spat sarcastically.
"You can't deny your goddess."
"Then I guess it's a good job I'm an atheist."
She stood up and knelt in front of him. She rested a soft hand on his face, drawing her thumb across his lip. Leaning in she brushed her own lips against his ear.
"I need you to help me," she whispered silkily, "will you help me Jack?"
"Of course," he answered, he felt her smile and move back.
"Good," she smiled.
"As soon as hell freezes over," he added.
Nephthys eyes glowed as a sudden rage overcame her calm demeanour. Her grip on Jacks face tightened, her nails biting hard into his flesh causing blood to flow freely down his cheek.
"You will NOT deny your Goddess."
"You are NOT a Goddess."
Nephthys snapped, grabbing Jacks throat so hard he found it difficult to breath. She stood up, lifting Jack with her until his feet hung several inches above the ground.
"This could have been pleasant for you Jack, unfortunately, now we're going to have to do this the hard way."
She dropped him to the floor, turning and taking her seat once more.
Jack rubbed his throat, pushing himself back into a kneeling position.
"Put him with the other two," she instructed the Jaffa.
Two. Jack felt panic rise within him and fought to suppress it.
"Hey snakehead," he said, struggling to keep his voice even, "what'cha mean other two?"
"Oh," she smiled maliciously, "I gave the sho'va to one of my other guests. Lord Apophis was pleased with his gift."
Despite this revelation Jack felt relief flush through him, Sam was okay. They just had to get Teal'c out.
Two Jaffa were picking him up, one on either side, gripping him under the arms and pulling him out of the `throne room`. Another followed behind. They were almost out of the room when she spoke again. The Jaffa paused at the sound of her musical voice.
"Bring the woman," she said in an amused tone.
"No!" Jack shouted.
"Will you help me?"
He fell silent, knowing he couldn't, even if it was to protect Sam."
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That's it.
I know it's quite short and uneventful but I'm nearly finished the next chapter so that one will be up soon as well.
Review please, it might just inspire my muse so the rest of the story won't take as long as this chapter.
I'm sorry that this chapter has taken so long but my muse deserted me and when she finally decided to come back I dropped the little book I write in, in the bath, (no I'm not kidding.)
Disclaimer: Stargate is not mine blah, blah, blah.
So here it is at last, I hope you think it was worth the wait.
Remember to review.
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Something was wrong. It was too quiet. Quiet was definitely not good.
His first thought was that they ad gone to the wrong planet, there were no Jaffa lying unconscious, or running away in fear-not that they did that. But no, he recognised the large gold and yellow courtyard that the Stargate was centred in from the images Jacob had shown them back on Earth. And.yeah, there were the trusty trees-arranged in neat rows between the columns-but definitely still trees. Still it made no sense why would a Goa'uld leave the 'gate unattended.
He made a `move out` motion to the other, keeping gun pointed ahead and his eyes scouring the courtyard for any sign of movement. They headed forwards, down the rough limestone steps that lead from the Stargate.
It was silent.
"Something's wrong," Daniel whispered, appearing at Jacks side.
Jack walked further forward, gesturing for the others to stay put. He headed for the avenue of sphinxes directly ahead of the Stargate. He heard the others following, they had disobeyed his orders, like that made a change.
Something hit his shoulder, causing his body to jerk back in pain with its force. It hit him again in the stomach; he slumped forward, falling to the ground. The world slowed as he watched a dozen Jaffa apparently materializing from air. His neck was twisted at an uncomfortable angle; he could see Sam rushing towards him, still firing at the Jaffa. The rest of the world blurred around her form. He tried to tell her to leave but it was too late, a ball of energy hit her.
She fell beside him, dead.
Everything went black.
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He opened his eyes groggily and then closed them again quickly. It was too bright. He tried to remember where he was, what had happened.
"Oh shit," he mumbled and tried to raised a hand to rub his eyes. Still, if he was alive then it meant the others probably were as well.
Slowly he opened his eyes again. Daylight. It wasn't as bright the second time. He looked around. Daylight reflecting on gold. Jack pushed himself into a sitting position.
"You have awoken," Jacks head whipped around to the source of the unmistakably Goa'uld voice.
"You must be Nephthys," he commented lightly.
"And you are Jack O'Neill," the voice responded more humanly.
He stood up briefly, but was pushed to his knees by a nearby Jaffa. He found himself kneeling in front of the golden throne, in it the source of the voice. A beautiful woman, smooth coffee coloured skin, long, soft black hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Her large dark eyes highlighted with kohl, an innocent face. Her long legs were crossed-pure white line falling to each side revealing a large amount of her flawless skin as she lounged back, her arms on the arm rests. She looked every inch a Queen.
Jack snapped himself out of his reverie, reminding himself who-and what- she was.
"I don't want to hurt you Jack," she said gently.
"That's a shame," he spat sarcastically.
"You can't deny your goddess."
"Then I guess it's a good job I'm an atheist."
She stood up and knelt in front of him. She rested a soft hand on his face, drawing her thumb across his lip. Leaning in she brushed her own lips against his ear.
"I need you to help me," she whispered silkily, "will you help me Jack?"
"Of course," he answered, he felt her smile and move back.
"Good," she smiled.
"As soon as hell freezes over," he added.
Nephthys eyes glowed as a sudden rage overcame her calm demeanour. Her grip on Jacks face tightened, her nails biting hard into his flesh causing blood to flow freely down his cheek.
"You will NOT deny your Goddess."
"You are NOT a Goddess."
Nephthys snapped, grabbing Jacks throat so hard he found it difficult to breath. She stood up, lifting Jack with her until his feet hung several inches above the ground.
"This could have been pleasant for you Jack, unfortunately, now we're going to have to do this the hard way."
She dropped him to the floor, turning and taking her seat once more.
Jack rubbed his throat, pushing himself back into a kneeling position.
"Put him with the other two," she instructed the Jaffa.
Two. Jack felt panic rise within him and fought to suppress it.
"Hey snakehead," he said, struggling to keep his voice even, "what'cha mean other two?"
"Oh," she smiled maliciously, "I gave the sho'va to one of my other guests. Lord Apophis was pleased with his gift."
Despite this revelation Jack felt relief flush through him, Sam was okay. They just had to get Teal'c out.
Two Jaffa were picking him up, one on either side, gripping him under the arms and pulling him out of the `throne room`. Another followed behind. They were almost out of the room when she spoke again. The Jaffa paused at the sound of her musical voice.
"Bring the woman," she said in an amused tone.
"No!" Jack shouted.
"Will you help me?"
He fell silent, knowing he couldn't, even if it was to protect Sam."
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That's it.
I know it's quite short and uneventful but I'm nearly finished the next chapter so that one will be up soon as well.
Review please, it might just inspire my muse so the rest of the story won't take as long as this chapter.