(A/N) The more you review the happier I am, the nicer I am to my people, the less they get whumped or screw up, the happier the reader is. Unless you review that you want otherwise. You see where I'm going with this? Reviews are the naquada generator for stories ;) OK I'm done now-read on, fellow fans!

"You would think that, seeing as how you're a 'god' and all, you'd at least know my name," Sam said sarcastically. What had come over her? Usually it was Ja-Colonel O'Neill that antagonized their captors.

"You are not worthy, slave," Apophis growled. The Goa'uld stepped down from his throne and slapped her across the face. "You shall not speak unless spoken to."

'Wow, that line sounds familiar,' Sam thought. The last time she heard that, she had been busy pissing off her new 'master.' That had been a close call.

It was then that Sam, kneeling on the ground in front of the snakehead S.O.B., finally realized why Jack always tried his bestto piss their captors off. Apophis was livid; she had escaped, took out a few jaffa patrols, but most of all, she had made him look stupid and/or 'ungodlike' in front of his followers. Besides that, he hadn't mentioned the rest of her team or his newest POWs.

"Bite me," Sam managed to wheeze out. Damn, it was getting hard to breathe. Sam coughed up blood all over the floor and a jaffa's boots. The jaffa swore fluently in Goa'uld and reached out and kicked her in the side with his bloodied boots.

Sam couldn't breath, couldn't cry out. She could only listen to Apophis throwing that jaffa across the room with the ribbon device as she writhed on the ground and clung to the edge of consciousness. Sam felt the vague sensation of being carried and placed in the sarcophagus before she finally let go and fell into blissful oblivion.

Mothership Holding Cell

Footsteps alerted Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c to the approaching serpent guards who opened the door and shoved someone in. Jack and Teal'c caught whoever it was as they stumbled across the cell.

"Daniel!"

"Jack?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Um, rescuing you?" Daniel said hesitantly. Jack shook his head.

"Nice job, come alone?" Jack asked sarcastically. Daniel told him who came with.

"WHAT!" Jack yelled, "Carter should not have been on this mission!" He went over and sat against the wall, fuming, before Daniel could get in a word. Daniel tried again.

"Doctor Frasier cleared Sam for this mission. She just said to go easy on her ribs."

"Fine, she wasn't... emotionally ready for this mission. Something was wrong with her beforeshe even escaped."

Teal'c decided to put his two cents in. "Has something transpired, O'Neill?"

"Ah...ya!" In typical O'Neill fashion, Jack hid his discomfort behind sarcasm. Jack refused to answer any more of there questions.

Sam awoke in the sarcophagus as the doors were opening. Her first thought was, 'Am I in heaven? Oh, hell.'

"So...are you a member of the Apophis club?" The jaffa justlooked at her, confused. Actually, if she hadn't been around Teal'c so long, she might have thought he was angry. Thank god for the stoic type.

"Ya, ya know, over-dressed, schitzophrenic, crabby-as-a-teen-in-the-morning kind of thing." By the time the jaffa had figured out what she meant, it was too late to punish her as he had already pushed her into the cell. It was dark; Sam caught her balance gracefullybut stepped on Colonel O'Neill's head.

"Sorry, sir," she said guiltily as he howled in pain, waking the others. It looked like SG-12 had been revived and brought into the cell as well. (A/N: Hey look I rhymed!hehehe!).

"Carter! What the hell? Feeling better, are we?" Sam smiled as he allowed her to look at his nose.

"You all OK?" Sam asked. They nodded. Jack was the only one shaking his head.

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't know what you mean, sir. Janet cleared me for this mission."

"For cryin' out loud, Carter! You kissed me!" Jack blurted. Their was an awkward silence.

"And if I remember right, sir," she said, her voice deadly, "you kissed me back!" Awkward silence number two.

"Right, so how are we getting out of here," Daniel asked, it was like shattering ice, almost painful.

Sam looked down. "I've got a plan, sir, but you're not going to like it."

"Well?"

"When we were first captured, Apophis said that his jaffa would enjoy breaking me. He said that he would make them do it right in front of you. Then he would kill you all. Now," here Sam looked around at the stunned faces of her colleagues, "I'm assuming that afterwards there will be a sort of narcotic effect and you could-"

"No," Jack said. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Sir! We have no chance! They are prepping for battle; there are patrols and battalions everywhere. General Hammond won't send more troops in. Besides, Apophis will do it anyway, and if you fight it right away, he'll kill you all!"

"Major Carter is indeed correct, O'Neill," Teal'c said. If looks could kill, Teal'c would have been a pile of ashes on the floor.

"Please, Jack," Sam said. She couldn't lose him. Jack searched her face for a moment, then looked away.

"Alright," he said slowly, "But if any other option comes up, we're taking it."

In the next chapter there will be a date, but not if you don't review. I don't want to waste anymore time on this story if no one likes it. Again, this is not a rape fic-see Jack's last line and have faith.