AN: Narrow spiral staircase and crutches that pretty much tells the story for me, hehe, just an idea here.
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As Daniel woke up again, he had the worst migraine-like headache of his life. Cursing he sat up, hoping that he had not fried any of his synapses in the telepathic battle he had just fought with Yasir.
He gazed around. Once again he was alone, so he took some time to search his mind for the things he had gotten to know from her earlier. It did not take long until he realized that something was still missing, a secret Yasir had managed to keep locked away from him till now: Who was the one fathering her unborn child?
Daniel shivered inwardly. Could it be him? Their last meeting on the other plane had not yet been four months ago. This fact made him feel more than awkward as he sat his feet onto the bedroom's dark hardwood floor, determined to get Yasir to tell him everything she really knew.
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The internal phone in Sam's lab rang. Jack, who had been sitting with her for some time, consoling her worries about Daniel's well-being, picked it up.
"O'Neill... Yes, sir, I understand. We'll be right there."
Sam looked up, the gleam of hope in her eyes, "Have the Tok'ra found out something?"
"Yep", Jack smiled at her, "looks as if there's work waiting for us", he rose, "Come on, now, Hammond has called a briefing."
With a relieved sigh Sam pushed herself up waiting for Jack to hand over her crutches. After a long time of sadness she was optimistic about finding Daniel again.
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The grayish gauze curtain leading to the next room swung aside as Yasir finally entered. She was wearing a two-part dress made of black Spanish lace, the transparent dark red sash she had draped over he bare belly concealed the first indications of the baby growing within it and if Daniel had not felt her evil spirit right now, he would have thought her a beautiful and adorable woman.
He grinned at her stupidly, "Hope you're no longer mad at me?"
She grimaced with disapproval. There's nothing I'd enjoy more than killing you right now.
"And then why don't you do it?" Daniel challenged her.
"I still need you", she pulled him closer and pressed her lips onto his. He gasped with surprise.
Your preposterous behavior is still reason enough for me to keep you alive. For now.
Giving an evil laugh Yasir bit his lower lip until the blood rinsed from it.
He pulled away questioning, "Ow, what was that for?"
"For your nosiness", she caressed the back of his head. Or did you really think I won't remark your fruitless tries to tap into my head.
Yasir tugged his hair forcefully, "What is so important for you to know that you constantly risk your mental sanity for it?"
Daniel freed himself from her grip, Would you really kill your child's father?
Yasir's eyes widened with anger, she chuckled dryly and the next moment Daniel found himself pressed against the hard stone wall, her hand tightened around his neck with her sharp nail digging into his flesh.
Never mention the child.
Her telepathic scream clouded all his senses. It took him a full minute to regain control over himself again.
What's so wrong about it?
Yasir threw him onto the ground, her high-heeled shoe piercing right into his stomach.
I said never.
Daniel coughed, "Is it Baal's brat, then?"
Wrathfully she sat down on his body so that he felt the air draining from his lungs. Her face closed his and Daniel reached the opportunity to snatch her, making it easier for him to enter her mind.
"Gotcha", he smiled thinly. Now he was the on superior in this battle, but not for long: As he had just reached the part of her memory he wanted to access two Jaffa entered the room, they were of Baal's personal guard and as they saw the scene they shot at him. A staff blast hit his abdomen and everything began to swim in front of his eyes.
The last thing he perceived was Baal entering the room. Daniel heard him order Yasir to leave, she obeyed getting up from his numb body and as soon as she was gone he completely passed out.
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"The Tok'ra have made out the planet Yasir has flown to", Hammond told those assembled in the briefing room.
Jack frowned thoughtfully, "How sure are they about it, sir?"
"Ninety-nine per cent", the general replied.
"How about the set-up of another rescue mission?" Jack went on to the most urgent question that was in the room.
"Affirmative, Colonel. But I want you to take one more SG team with you this time. We can't afford to lose Dr. Jackson. Especially since intel has reported that Baal is en route to that planet."
"We can't let him fall into this bastard's hands", the colonel agreed, "So, let's get a go on it."
Everybody present nodded with consent and Hammond dismissed them, "You're clear to go at 1900."
"Thank you, sir", Jack gave a relieved sigh as he went to assemble another rescue team for Daniel.
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As soon as Daniel had regained a part of his consciousness the memories he had drawn from Yasir's subconscious mind opened up to him. Their message was shocking:
Anubis himself had been the one who had planted the seed of evil into Yasir's presence not long before Daniel had first encountered her.
Her having descended into human form with all her powers was not only a result of Oma's inattentiveness, it was also a punishment imposed by the others on both herself and Yasir.
Slowly more and more memories kept on flowing into his mind and it did not take long until Daniel completely lost track with them.
Then, out of a safety mechanism he was pushed back into full consciousness again.
Half-closing his eyes he stared up at the ornamented ceiling above him, not daring to move his pounding head while he tried to feel his legs.
After some seconds he finally dared to look around. From the corner of his eye he saw a shadow moving toward him; only instants later his gaze fixed on Baal who was glaring down on him.
Suddenly Daniel felt two pairs of hands that pulled him up into sitting position; a surge of pain went through his back as they finally dragged him up onto his still insensitive feet.
Fearfully he stared at Baal who had wordlessly turned to eye him from head to toe. He had no idea what the Goa'uld would do with him now.
His only possibility consisted of hoping and waiting that his friends would soon find and rescue him.
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AN: Aw-key, any idea whose baby it is by now? I'm open to bets. ;-)
Oh, it's Cliff Simon's b-day tomorrow (September 7th), perhaps you'd like to send him your wishes. ( or