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Spoilers: go look at chapter one, it's cool there.

--Cassandra---

Cassie rubbed her temples as she tried to swallow the bile in her throat. Her broken arm was cradled in her chest the hand and wrist had twisted further and now making her feel sick to look at it. Although the pain was less now, maybe because she was scared stiff by her new cellmate.

She had recovered from the Zat blast not long ago. Opening her eyes to see the corridors of the Gou'ald Mothership disappearing behind her. Her bare feet dragging along the floor, her escorts with a firm underarm grip around her shoulders. She had been grateful that they weren't dragging her along by her arms. That was until they reached her new cell and she was hurled face first into the dark cell.

The moments before impact Cassie could already feel her arm cracking again. The other one would probably go as well this time. She gulped as like lightning the thoughts swirled through her mind.

She closed her eyes as the air rushed through her hair. But there was no thud. She slid into a gentle but firm arms, someone had caught her. For a moment she may of smiled, till that feeling came over her.

The feeling that sends a tingle through your skins with a deep burning in your veins. The reaction she felt every time a Gou'ald came in contact with her. The bile raising inside of her again. She fought against her captor floundering like a fish in the strong but thin arms that held her.

'Lemme go you damn Gou'ald!' her captor held her fast, facing her towards the obsidian floor. It gently leant over towards one of the walls and rested her against it. All the time been careful of her arm.

As she looked up to meet eyes with her rescuer she shrieked.

In front of her was a hideous creature. Pale, ghostly, white with only a black leotard and a ghoulish skull. With eyes popping out of it's skull, the bones hidden behind layers of translucent white jelly.

The thing bent over her and knelled forward overshadowing her. Cassie instinctive curled up tightly in a ball. Frightful of an attack. This didn't look like any Gou'ald she'd heard of before. The creature outstretched it's arm and softly part her long hair. She crunched her eyes up tighter, not wanting to catch another glimpse of the creature. It gave off a low growled as it's sticky hand stroked her face, leaving behind a trail of it's strange smelling hand mucus. She shivered as it gave off a another sickening growl. She could feel it's throat vibrating inches from her face.

'Back. Now!' The command came from the other side of the room and the it had an immediate effect. The creature pulled away.

Cassie breathed a sigh of relief. Still she held her eyes closed if simply because she didn't want to look at the creature only an arms length from her now.

'Are you alright?' the same source that gave the command to Jellyskull now asked her the simple question. She didn't want to answer though. Her whole mind shut down and rebelled against the situation.

'It's okay. His gone now, you can open your eyes.' The voice was now softer more soothing with a hint of pain to it. She opened her eyes and looked off into the darkest corner of the room, from where the voice came.

'Who are you!' her voice shook with fright, the creature now just out side of her vision.

'My name was Nadir, that's the only name I remember anymore. Are you an inhabitant of this world?' The voice creaked loudly, dropping as he spoke to a just audible whisper.

'I guess, I was just grabbed by these Gou'ald. And now I'm talking to someone whose seriously shy and has Gollum for a pet. She shook her head glumly, the words finally registering with her. 'What? How can you not know your name?'

'For a thousand years I was enslaved to a Gou'ald named Nadir. After so long I can't remember my name, what it was, who I was. I just remember a planet where I lived.' The voice stopped for violent coughing fit. Cassie could in some ways relate the Gou'ald had stolen her life, true she didn't have one of those things burrowed in her head, but still the life she knew, her world was gone She then turned her attention towards the ailing man in the shadows.

'I'm sorry. Are you alright? Nadir…?'

' DON'T CALL ME THAT!' He yelled at her a hand covered in blisters and deep cherry burns slashed out of the darkness. The sight making Cassie shudder with disgust.

'Oh my god? What…what's…wrong with you?' Cassie climbed to her feet and approached the shadows.

'Stay back! Radiation poisoning, If you touch me. It's fatal.' A desperate tone forced Cassie back, now could see the figure wrapped in a long black cloak.

'Why what happen to you? To him? Nadir.'

'My…master.' He spat the words with venom. 'Was a scientist, one of the best among the Gou'ald, through our combined knowledge he became one of the greatest Gou'ald scientist that ever lived, but ultimately his arrogance was his downfall. ' He paused again to cough this time blood spat out of the shadows and on to the floor.

'He tried to harness the power of the Ancients and paid the price!'

'After the war with the Gou'ald. My master was left useless, no gods left to serve and he was never strong enough rule any one. Only me. We were recruited by a Gou'ald I had never heard of. Some deposed system lord that had taken refuge on your world. I didn't know why at the time, Where…please understand if I had any choice I would of destroyed my research, I would of killed myself rather than let those monsters destroy another world!' More blood splayed on to the floor.

'I don't understand what are you saying? Where am I? Why am I here?' Cassie plead desperately finally it felt like answers were in reach but not the kind she wanted to hear.

'The system lord who recruited me, he had in his possession an ancient power source. I' am assuming you've seen it already, the cylinder of light.' Cassie slowly nodded her affirmation.

'It was nearly depleted when I got my hands on it. How I had wished it was! My initial test showed that it contained energy suppressing anything I've seen before!' Another struggle with violent cough ensured, the Jellyskull creature enter Cassie's vision again -no explanation as to where it was hiding- disappearing into the deeply shadowed corner of the room. A moment later the soft golden glow of a healing device lit up a face low in the shadows. Instantly Cassie cringed at the horribly disfigured face covered in burns and boils. The healing light moved over the distorted features to no visible effect.

'No, get away you stupid thing, heal the girl! She's injured.' A cloaked hand swayed at the creature, blacken fingertips just visible.

The Jellyskull creature approached the stricken girl, she noticeable tensed. 'It's okay it won't hurt you. My personal assistant. Turns out they not hard to reprogram if your… a genius. That's how I got the other drones to tow you here.' His voice seemed steady and less strained after the moment's exposure to the healing device.

The Jellyskull stood over Cassie and reached out with it's hand, an opaque opal embedded in it's ghostly palm. The same golden light flashed over her broken arm. The steady warmth of the healing light filled her, the aching gradually fading from her mind.

'My master's master. Knew of a world with an ancient machine. A machine capable of recharging the ancient power source. It was during the procedure that something went wrong. The power source was restored, but…my body was exposed to massive amounts of radiation.'

Cassie listen intently while watching her arm shift back to it's original position, the only scar of her injury was a dull ache, Jellyskull moved away, back to it's master in the shadows.

'I can't believe he actually sacrificed himself!' A weak laugh turned into a coughing fit. 'I thought he would be the death of me. But maybe he wanted to atone. Maybe after hundreds of years in his service he thought I deserved freedom before I die.'

Gou'ald aren't that kind in my experience. Cassie mused to herself unsure whether to share her thoughts.

'Perhaps he thought it would be more painfully this way, wanted to ensure I suffered! I can live with that idea a little better than his pity!' The figure spoke loudly now, pain coursing through his voice, raking his body.

Glass half empty, philosophy I guess. Cassie looked already she could feel herself warming to the figure.

'I'm sorry, for you personal being brought into this. Once my symbiote died I had to act fast trying to undo what I had done. If I could just stop them from using the ancient power source! I activate a failsafe hidden in the Ancient power source, ensuring only an Ancient could activate it. It was in vain though, humans across the galaxy are fast acquiring the ancient genetic marker. I assume that's why you're here and for that I'm sorry' He started coughing violently again . The death of her friends had left her numb but now she could feel sympathy for this man, this stranger. He had tried to save earth even with his last breath, something about that just made Cassie think about her mom.

'We have ships and weapons, we've fought Gou'ald before and won.' She struggled with her words and the solace she offered was genuine but she couldn't yet feel any hope in her heart.

'You don't understand, even with your world's best weapons this ship is a monster, twice the size of even Anubis super ship. And with the ancient power source.' He wheezed heavily as blood slipped freely through his mouth pooling on the floor, Jellyskull remained motionless. 'and…my master in his time on your world... he has gained so… much information… about your world, your defences. As we speak he plans… to destroy them or take them over. By the end of this day your world will be in ruins!' He coughed violently throughout, struggling to hold on to life long enough to fulfil his final purpose.

'There must be a way to stop him!' Cassie felt despair clinch her heart.

'Your world has one chance…this ship…it's shield generator isn't finished . If you can contact your world's defence forces…and rely this ships coordinates to them ...destroy this ship before it's shields are activated that's your only chance!'

'How? I'm locked in a prison cell!' Cassie looked at the figure in sheer confusion.

'Not far from here there is a communication room. Go there… my assistant will take you! Hurry just don't contact …the bomb…' He trailed off a violent fit of coughing seized his last words and with a final spray of blood he expired.

'Don't contact who? Who? I don't know how operate a communication system!' The figure in the shadows remained silent. He would now never answer her questions.

She was alone again. Who ever he had been he had offered her a few minutes comfort and she was grateful for it. She hadn't felt this alone seen Janet had died. It was strange she didn't know this person, he was a stranger but he had meant well. And now he was gone, her only ally in this place, apart from the golem with a unhealthy penchant for her.

Warm wet tears rolled down her cheeks, she cursed herself for crying it made her feel so weak. How could she be so weak with someone like Sam for a mentor?

Sam never cried. Would Sam of saved the world a half million times if she cried all the time! No now listen Cassandra Frasier you have to save the world! We just have to go make a phone call! We? I 'm hanging around Jack too much!

On cue Jellyskull approached the heavy automatic door and it parted in response.

'I guess I follow you Jelly.' She said wiping tears away.

For a few minutes she followed her guide down the snaking labyrinth of Gou'ald corridors. As their progressed their was a rhythmic accompaniment of heavy foot steps, seemingly from all around them. Cassie was on edge the whole time as her guide led her through a near impossible maze of turns and twists as every set of footsteps provoked a change in direction. After a few nervous moments which felt like hours they arrived at their destination without been detected.

A single unremarkable Gou'ald door that swung open to reveal a single workstation facing out on to a screen that spanned the opposite wall. More echoing footsteps nearby caused the drone to enter quickly, Cassie dashing in behind.

'Okay we're here, so now what?' Cassie looked at the Gou'ald work station and was surprised to see a sapphire dais behind the workstation between the screen wall.

Jellyskull gestured towards the dais while it operated the workstation.

As Cassie stood waiting to make her call, she admired the giant screen.

'Wow, Jack would love a to have a TV like that!' She mumbled as the dais beneath her lit up.

---Oval room, White House---

President Hayes would say most days he was a busy man. Most days he would be right. In the 18 months since he had become president he had yet to take a holiday. But with everything that had gone on in the last two years it had been a busy time to be president. His first week on the job the world had nearly been destroyed by a fleet of Gou'ald ships. Not the best way to start a presidency. Even after SG-1, his new best friends, had saved the world again. It was a tough time international. Because it's not everyday that a fleet of alien spaceships arrive hell-bent on conquering the planet only to be thwart by a million year old ancient super weapon. Then said weapon turns out -due to it's position in Antarctica- is the property of a dozen or more industrialised nations. From then on things got complicated for president Hayes.

New leaders of the SGC, international strife, political upheaval from within and without his nation. A Trust attempt to start world war three, or was it the Gou'ald (Henry could never remember, it had all been so complicated.). And just to finish the year off, Atlantis is besieged, Replicators invade and a ZPM in Egypt is found and a new battle cruiser has to be commissioned. A busy first year, but now he felt he was finally coming into his stride. He even had the secret service broken in. With just a nod he could ensure his privacy and buy himself five minutes peace which he did every single day at this time, international politics and cosmic cataclysms be damned.

And today he would've take a breather for five minutes if only it wasn't for one general Jack O'Neill!

The man was a close friend, saving the world a few times had earned him an instant fan in President Hayes. Plus he was the only General, Hayes knew of who wouldn't let him win at poker. Just because he was the president. A good guy till he wanted something and you wouldn't give it to him and than he could easily become the most annoying person in the world.

For the last half hour Jack had been tormenting the president, at first Hayes had just ignored it as Jack wanting to get out of the INC reviews of the SGC, it was no secret that jack hated the talkative kind of negotiation where he wasn't allowed to use his lightsaber, well P-90. Jack certainly wanted a lightsaber.

But than he approached with the kidnap story involving a former officer's daughter. And after some prattling and negotiation the President had reluctantly agreed to the use of the Antarctica site. But had made it clear it was Jack's job to smooth everything over with the INC today. Hayes would only be responsible for the use of the American property; in other words the mark 2 generator and the appropriate personal. It's was Jack's instant submission at having to sit down and clean this mess up with a bunch of as he dubbed them, pompous, stuck up little bureaucrats who would piss themselves green if they ever saw any real action. That left the seasoned politician in no doubts as to how serious and genuine the situation was.

But now his thoughts were plagued with that poor girl. He had never met her, but still been a father himself he couldn't stop playing the details through his mind. The thoughts pestered him so much he flung open his laptop and begun bashing away at the keys. Till one Cassandra Frasier's file popped open. He quickly skimmed the detail; mission reports, medical assessments and finally photos. But it was when he found a picture of her from eight years ago that he drew a sharp breath. She was the spitting image of his only daughter, it seemed impossible. Yet still the picture before him could easily be his own ten year old daughter.

The president leant heavily back on his chair examining the photo thoughtfully. It was then of course that Cassie Frasier, in hologram form, flickered into life on the other side of the president's desk.

'Whoa!' The president fell backwards toppling with his chair, crashing on to the floor with a thud. The flickering hologram and the president exchanged awkward looks.

'Who, what? Is this a new feature of my computer? Dam laptop knew it would be the death of me.' The dignitary yelled out loudly as he grappled to his feet again. He reached out and inspected the hologram passing his wrinkled hand directly through the body of the confused teenager.

'I'll admit Jack's got one twisted sense of humour!' The old man chuckled as the teenager eyed him carefully. Little did the president know how much of a shock he was in for.

'You know Jack! Jack O'Neill. General O'Neill!' She spoke excitedly taking a step forward to the man. The president backed away just as fast as she approached a look of surprise on his face as he cried out.

'What the good god hell! Your real!' The cry was loud enough to alert the secret service agents positioned just outside. Within a second the highly trained agents were in the oval room, guns drawn and fired on the on the unsuspecting teenage girl.

Under the canopy of gunshots the presidents calls for the agents to hold their fire fell on deaf ears. It was only after a dozen rounds passed ineffectually through the teenager did the agents cease.

'Mr president are you alright sir?' The taller of the two agent asked in monotone.

'I'm fine.' the elder man said while dusting himself down. Then he turned on the agents in a fiery temper.

'Now explain to me how busting in here guns blazing is the appropriate response for dealing with a teenage girl!' He turned a special red colour as he denounced the two agents who towered over him, causing them too shrink down to shells of they former selves.

'We were just concerned about your safety.' the taller one spoke again.

'This is the white house son, not the Alamo!' He took a breath and calmed himself down as he continued in a more rational voice. 'Now my standard procedure for dealing with intruders is non lethal force, my image is suffering enough without having my personal bodyguards going around getting their guns off in a style befitting John Wayne-'

'Ah, Mr president,.' Cassie stuttered as she spoke her initial surprise at been shot at having passed was now replaced by a overwhelming nervousness. She was actually standing face to face with the president. She had never really understood the importance of the office till now. Sam had explained it to her as their watched the election together with Jack, Daniel and Teal'c. It had all seemed too complicated at the time. But now she seemed to understand, he was powerfully. The title helped of course, but really it was the man behind it.

'Uuh sir, I… my name is Cassandra Frasier, I don't know if you know-'

'Don't worry Miss Frasier I'm well aware of who you are and your current situation. Agent…Wayne contact the SGC tell her we have her missing person, well sort of.' He grinned across at her a smug smile on her face. Then for no reason Cassie's hologram turned to face thin air as she whispered to a couch, at least from the president perspective.

'Are you alright Miss Frasier?' The president lean in closer to the hologram.

'No Mr president! You can't contact the SGC! There's a bomb planted in the SGC any high energy emissions might set it off! So I was send her to speak to you! The SGC has to be searched immediately! And you have to get the ships ready and trace my signal and attack it! I'm inside a…big ship, and it would be really bad like end of the world bad if you don't!' She spoke shaking part from the cold of her own environment and from the enormity of what she was trying to explain.

'Hold on where are you? What's going on? Who's attacking? Why?' the president bombard her with questions.

'The Gou'ald! T-there's a system lord on earth! And he's built a big ship here on earth and he has an ancient power source.' She spoke quickly unconcerned with her fear now, she just shut off her emotions and concentrated on informing her superior, the military mentality took over.

'I see, Agent…Wayne! Contact Norad and have them to send some one down to SGC and to alert them. Make sure their understand they are to use no radio or burst transmissions at anytime.' On the presidents orders the taller agent moved out quickly with a silent salute. Then Hayes turned to the remaining agent.

'Agent…uh…Eastwood!' He quipped to the vexed agent. 'Contact the pentagon and our international allies and let them know what we think we in for.'

'Yes, sir!' The annoyed agent rushed out the door. Then he turned towards Miss Frasier's hologram a perplexed look holding his face.

'Miss Frasier while your behave is understandable, if I can expect a lot of calls from you in this manner I think we should discuss proper procedures.'

Cassie looked sudden bewildered at his attention on her again.

'You don't know who the president is do?'

'I grew up on another planet!' She innocently shrugged.

Will they get through to Norad in time? Will Cassie have to sit through a boring presidential speech while she waits?

A/N: I know this weird and long but I'm playing a game of chest here people, it's strategically storytelling or something so leave plenty of reviews and I'll be back soon!