I have finally gotten around to typing this up and posting it. I swear I
meant to do this sooner but then I got a trapped nerve in my neck and I had
coursework to do and my exams which I still have a few left of. And then
my aunt died and I just found enough time amongst everything to type this
up between revision sessions and I have a funeral on Friday, so honestly it
wasn't my fault.
Anyway, here it is. Just need to say that there is a reason why so many things are from Sam's point of view. Promise. And the story is getting back on track. (
Chapter 7
Six Jaffa. Nephthys had sent six Jaffa. There was no way they could overpower that many without any weapons. It was as if Nephthys had known what they'd planned and changed her pattern just enough to prevent the escape. Of course, they'd tried, and failed, and had the bruises to prove it. Even as she thought it Sam could feel the left side of her face swelling where she'd been hit by the wall which one of the Jaffa had kindly thrown her into.
She looked around from her position - kneeling on the floor in front of the Goa'ulds throne - and winced at the pain which filled her body. Heavy Jaffa hands pressed down on her bruised shoulders, holding her in place, her hands bound behind her back. Jack and Daniel were either side of her, kneeling in almost identical positions.
"I tire of these games," Nephthys growled eventually, fiddling with the gold fastenings on her Ribbon device.
"Really," Jack said, his voice thick with sarcasm, "I was just starting to enjoy it."
Nephthys stood up and struck him in one smooth motion. His head snapped back painfully. Sarcasm was a valid response to a lot of things, and aggravated Goa'uld obviously wasn't one of them.
"Silence!" She commanded before sitting back down again.
"Well, this is a cliché," he said.
Sam took the opportunity to view the rest of the room. Golden walls reflected sunlight. How long had they been there? There shouldn't have been any sunlight. The planet they were on had a similar rotation to Earth. She frowned. Maybe she was wrong but she'd had the same strange feeling for a while. Everything seemed familiar somehow. Maybe Jolinar had seen it before.
She continued her observations. There appeared to be two types of Jaffa. The one standing beside Nephthys throne was wearing full silver armour, a strange quartered rectangle emblazoned on his forehead. Jolinars memories told her it was the symbol of Nephthys. It was a house, her name meant Lady of the house. Sometimes the memories were useful.
The three Jaffa holding them in place didn't have tattoos. No signs of their `goddess`. That definitely was strange. They didn't have any armour either, just, what looked to Sam like, pale brown leather skirts. She looked at Daniel and could tell that he had noticed the Jaffa too. Jack seemed too busy annoying their captor to pay much attention to their surroundings. Sam and Daniel were just letting him get on with it.
"You know this whole `God` thing is getting a bit old," he said, "Why don't you try playing Dracula next. It's a lot less ambitious than god and much more believable."
Nephthys had a puzzled but angry look on her face. It looked as if Jacks comments had confused her and she didn't like it.
"You will die," she informed them, apparently changing the subject.
"Nice," Jack remarked lightly.
Nephthys ignored him.
"The method of death is still in question," she continued, "if you tell me what I want to know, your death will be quick. I may even give you new life. Your bodies please me. If you do not answer my questions...."
"Let me guess," Jack chipped in, "you'll.... torture us to death?"
"Tell me now!"
"You sound like the villain in a B movie," Jack smiled, knowing she wouldn't understand.
"Tell me who sent you here. Who is the Tok'ra spy?!"
"How likely do you think it is that we'll tell you?" Jack asked her, tilting his head to one side and waiting for a response.
Nephthys eyes glowed viciously as she raised her arm and shot him with a zat gun. She leaned back in her seat crossing her legs and watched as Jack fell forward in pain.
"Ayayay! Jeezuz!" He cried, "That's better than the stuff you made me drink on Abydos, Danny."
"If you will not tell me after torture, I will make you a host. As I said, your bodies please me," she reached out a leg and ran her bare foot down Daniels chest, "The Goa'uld inside of you will take your body and then your mind. It will tell me all I want to know. I will destroy the spy, and then I will destroy your world."
"Where have I heard that before?" Jack asked, trying to get the Goa'ulds attention away from Daniel. "Oh yeah. Hathor, Ra, Cronus, maybe you've heard of them. We killed them by the way. I'm forgetting someone. Ah, god old Seth."
Nephthys head whipped around and her eyes focused on him once more. Her foot dropping to the ground.
"My king," she smiled pleasantly, "so he is dead."
"Well that wasn't the response I expected."
"Remember, in Egyptian mythology Nephthys hated Seth," Daniel reminded him quietly.
"Oh, like the Hathor incident," Jack frowned, "are you going to start saying things like `we are very grateful`?" He asked hopefully.
"No," she replied bluntly, "they were weak to let you destroy them."
"I'm pretty sure they didn't `let` us destroy them," Jack reasoned, "in fact, they fought us quite well. Maybe it's the whole Goa'uld arrogance that let them down."
"I will enjoy playing with you later," Nephthys smiled, "but it is not your turn."
She turned back to Daniel. Sam felt her heart plummet and could tell Jack felt the same. Daniel was like a younger brother to both of them.
"My turn?" Daniel grinned defiantly, "Finally, I was getting restless."
That guy was spending waaay too much time with Jack. Nephthys shot him and he cried out. Sam struggled against the Jaffa, trying to help Daniel and get to Nephthys. Jack was doing the same.
"Interesting," Nephthys said, standing, "you both feel protective towards this one."
She slid to her knees in front of Daniel. The Jaffa forced him to sit up.
"If I threatened to shoot him again, would you tell me what I want to know?"
Sam set her jaw and turned away.
"We're going to die anyway," Daniel said, his voice hoarse.
"I think I will keep you," Nephthys decided, "You can be the host to my new king." "Drop dead," Daniel croaked.
"Insolent Tau'ri, you will pay soon for your insults. You will all suffer at the hands of those who hate you most," she focused on Daniel again, placing her hand gently on the side of his face.
She spoke softly to him, "and you will cry out for your goddess to save you each time you die."
"Well isn't that a nice little threat you've got there," Jack grinned desperately, "do you practice that in the mirror?"
Nephthys paid no attention to him, concentrating intently on Daniel.
The door to the chamber opened. Nephthys looked up sharply as a Jaffa walked in. Like the Jaffa by her throne he wore full silver armour and had her mark on his head.
"Lady Nephthys," he addressed her, bowing.
He looked uneasy, nervous.
"Is there a problem?" She growled at him in her Goa'uld voice.
"Yes."
Nephthys stood, looking down at Daniel.
"Don't worry, I will return soon. I do not like leaving my guests unattended for too long."
"Guests," Jack laughed.
Nephthys head snapped round to him, angrily. She nodded at the armour clad Jaffa who had been standing by her throne impassively. He stepped forwards and hit Jack, sending him backwards into the Jaffa holding him.
"Do not kill them," she warned him before leaving the room.
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Okay, was it worth the wait?
Probably not.
Tell me what you thought.
Review.
Anyway, here it is. Just need to say that there is a reason why so many things are from Sam's point of view. Promise. And the story is getting back on track. (
Chapter 7
Six Jaffa. Nephthys had sent six Jaffa. There was no way they could overpower that many without any weapons. It was as if Nephthys had known what they'd planned and changed her pattern just enough to prevent the escape. Of course, they'd tried, and failed, and had the bruises to prove it. Even as she thought it Sam could feel the left side of her face swelling where she'd been hit by the wall which one of the Jaffa had kindly thrown her into.
She looked around from her position - kneeling on the floor in front of the Goa'ulds throne - and winced at the pain which filled her body. Heavy Jaffa hands pressed down on her bruised shoulders, holding her in place, her hands bound behind her back. Jack and Daniel were either side of her, kneeling in almost identical positions.
"I tire of these games," Nephthys growled eventually, fiddling with the gold fastenings on her Ribbon device.
"Really," Jack said, his voice thick with sarcasm, "I was just starting to enjoy it."
Nephthys stood up and struck him in one smooth motion. His head snapped back painfully. Sarcasm was a valid response to a lot of things, and aggravated Goa'uld obviously wasn't one of them.
"Silence!" She commanded before sitting back down again.
"Well, this is a cliché," he said.
Sam took the opportunity to view the rest of the room. Golden walls reflected sunlight. How long had they been there? There shouldn't have been any sunlight. The planet they were on had a similar rotation to Earth. She frowned. Maybe she was wrong but she'd had the same strange feeling for a while. Everything seemed familiar somehow. Maybe Jolinar had seen it before.
She continued her observations. There appeared to be two types of Jaffa. The one standing beside Nephthys throne was wearing full silver armour, a strange quartered rectangle emblazoned on his forehead. Jolinars memories told her it was the symbol of Nephthys. It was a house, her name meant Lady of the house. Sometimes the memories were useful.
The three Jaffa holding them in place didn't have tattoos. No signs of their `goddess`. That definitely was strange. They didn't have any armour either, just, what looked to Sam like, pale brown leather skirts. She looked at Daniel and could tell that he had noticed the Jaffa too. Jack seemed too busy annoying their captor to pay much attention to their surroundings. Sam and Daniel were just letting him get on with it.
"You know this whole `God` thing is getting a bit old," he said, "Why don't you try playing Dracula next. It's a lot less ambitious than god and much more believable."
Nephthys had a puzzled but angry look on her face. It looked as if Jacks comments had confused her and she didn't like it.
"You will die," she informed them, apparently changing the subject.
"Nice," Jack remarked lightly.
Nephthys ignored him.
"The method of death is still in question," she continued, "if you tell me what I want to know, your death will be quick. I may even give you new life. Your bodies please me. If you do not answer my questions...."
"Let me guess," Jack chipped in, "you'll.... torture us to death?"
"Tell me now!"
"You sound like the villain in a B movie," Jack smiled, knowing she wouldn't understand.
"Tell me who sent you here. Who is the Tok'ra spy?!"
"How likely do you think it is that we'll tell you?" Jack asked her, tilting his head to one side and waiting for a response.
Nephthys eyes glowed viciously as she raised her arm and shot him with a zat gun. She leaned back in her seat crossing her legs and watched as Jack fell forward in pain.
"Ayayay! Jeezuz!" He cried, "That's better than the stuff you made me drink on Abydos, Danny."
"If you will not tell me after torture, I will make you a host. As I said, your bodies please me," she reached out a leg and ran her bare foot down Daniels chest, "The Goa'uld inside of you will take your body and then your mind. It will tell me all I want to know. I will destroy the spy, and then I will destroy your world."
"Where have I heard that before?" Jack asked, trying to get the Goa'ulds attention away from Daniel. "Oh yeah. Hathor, Ra, Cronus, maybe you've heard of them. We killed them by the way. I'm forgetting someone. Ah, god old Seth."
Nephthys head whipped around and her eyes focused on him once more. Her foot dropping to the ground.
"My king," she smiled pleasantly, "so he is dead."
"Well that wasn't the response I expected."
"Remember, in Egyptian mythology Nephthys hated Seth," Daniel reminded him quietly.
"Oh, like the Hathor incident," Jack frowned, "are you going to start saying things like `we are very grateful`?" He asked hopefully.
"No," she replied bluntly, "they were weak to let you destroy them."
"I'm pretty sure they didn't `let` us destroy them," Jack reasoned, "in fact, they fought us quite well. Maybe it's the whole Goa'uld arrogance that let them down."
"I will enjoy playing with you later," Nephthys smiled, "but it is not your turn."
She turned back to Daniel. Sam felt her heart plummet and could tell Jack felt the same. Daniel was like a younger brother to both of them.
"My turn?" Daniel grinned defiantly, "Finally, I was getting restless."
That guy was spending waaay too much time with Jack. Nephthys shot him and he cried out. Sam struggled against the Jaffa, trying to help Daniel and get to Nephthys. Jack was doing the same.
"Interesting," Nephthys said, standing, "you both feel protective towards this one."
She slid to her knees in front of Daniel. The Jaffa forced him to sit up.
"If I threatened to shoot him again, would you tell me what I want to know?"
Sam set her jaw and turned away.
"We're going to die anyway," Daniel said, his voice hoarse.
"I think I will keep you," Nephthys decided, "You can be the host to my new king." "Drop dead," Daniel croaked.
"Insolent Tau'ri, you will pay soon for your insults. You will all suffer at the hands of those who hate you most," she focused on Daniel again, placing her hand gently on the side of his face.
She spoke softly to him, "and you will cry out for your goddess to save you each time you die."
"Well isn't that a nice little threat you've got there," Jack grinned desperately, "do you practice that in the mirror?"
Nephthys paid no attention to him, concentrating intently on Daniel.
The door to the chamber opened. Nephthys looked up sharply as a Jaffa walked in. Like the Jaffa by her throne he wore full silver armour and had her mark on his head.
"Lady Nephthys," he addressed her, bowing.
He looked uneasy, nervous.
"Is there a problem?" She growled at him in her Goa'uld voice.
"Yes."
Nephthys stood, looking down at Daniel.
"Don't worry, I will return soon. I do not like leaving my guests unattended for too long."
"Guests," Jack laughed.
Nephthys head snapped round to him, angrily. She nodded at the armour clad Jaffa who had been standing by her throne impassively. He stepped forwards and hit Jack, sending him backwards into the Jaffa holding him.
"Do not kill them," she warned him before leaving the room.
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