Jack awoke a few hours later, behind the bars of a heavily guarded goa'uld prison. His head was pounding and his memory was hazy. What had happened after they'd gone through the Gate? He asked himself as he tried to clear his vision enough to account for each person under his command.

He counted three bodies. Ordinarily, that would have meant that all of the members of his team were there, but when he didn't see Carter's blond head, he became worried. It seemed like they had taken Carter and left Daniel, Teal'c, and Pete to keep him company in the spacious cell.

Had they even made contact with Jacob or any of the Tok'ra? He asked himself.

Suddenly, a groan from one of the bodies forced him to look over. "Shanahan, you okay?"

"What the hell was that?" The cop asked, clutching his head.

"I'm not sure. Could've been one of the stun grenades."

"Stun grenades? Is that even possible?"

"Indeed it is, Peter Shanahan." Teal'c replied, sitting calmly against the wall.

"Sam, you okay?" Pete asked, his eyes firmly shut, trying to shut out the pain.

"She's not here."

"Yes, she is." He said, stubbornly. "She came through the Gate with us."

"She is not presently in the same cell as we are being kept in." Teal'c said, his eyes closed as he leaned his head against the wall.

"Jack?" Daniel asked, sitting up. "Did we just get zapped by one of those Jaffa things?"

"Yep, and before you ask, they took Carter.

The archaeologist forgot all about his pounding head and stared at his friend. "Well, that's not good."

"I know."

Just then, a Jaffa came to the gate. The door was opened and the stoic first prime of Ba'al entered. "You will come with me." He said, pointing to Pete.

"Why?" Pete asked, involuntarily.

"Lord Ba'al and his queen have not encountered you before."

"His queen?" Jack asked, tauntingly. "I didn't think any of the goa'ulds would want to put up with his arrogance for eternity, let alone find a host that was even remotely attracted to his Royal Snakehead."

"The host does not matter." The burly blond-haired Jaffa said as he turned a disgusted look upon Jack. "Lord Ba'al was also quite surprised to find you on a Tok'ra base, given your relatively recent history with the Tok'ra, Kanan."

Jack raised his eyebrow. "Can you at least try to do better than that?"

"We had also heard that you were given other duties that would keep you from plaguing Lord Ba'al's life any further by going through the Stargate."

"Glad to know that I've been a royal pain in the mikta."

"Your tactics have been amusing thus far, but I have grown tired of your games. You!" He said, returning his attention to Pete. "Come with me!"

"Hey!" Jack said, hurrying up to the Jaffa. "If he gets to meet this Queen, we all get to go!"

The Jaffa looked at Jack as if studying someone who had just challenged him. Then, an evil grin spread over his features. "Perhaps it would be wise for you to all meet Lord Ba'al's queen." He looked behind him. "Jaffa kree!"

Instantly, there were two Jaffa who stepped forward, standing at attention. "Take them to the Great Hall. They wish an audience with Lord Ba'al and his queen."

The Jaffa came behind the group and pushed them down the corridor.

"Hey! Watch it!" Jack said as the Jaffa forced him to his knees.

"O'Neill. Your impudence has been sorely missed."

"Thank you." Jack said, turning around. "I hear you've gotten a queen since last we…" He noticed Sam standing at Ba'al's side.

"O'Neill, I wish for you to meet my Queen." Ba'al said, reaching out a hand to Samantha. She accepted the outstretched hand as she walked out of the shadows, adorned in elegant robes of gold and purple.

"Carter!" Jack yelled.

"O'Neill." She said, in the synthesized voice of the goa'uld.

Pete started laughing, nervously. "Sam, what's going on? Why are you talking like that? I mean is this all some big joke? Make me less nervous about meeting your dad? 'Cuz it's working."

Her eyes flashed, indicating the presence of a symbiote. "Silence!" She commanded.

"Sam…how'd you get your eyes to do that?" He asked, worried.

She outstretched her had and a golden beam of energy was pointed at Pete. He stared at her, clutched in the beam of the wrist device.

"Carter!" Jack yelled, trying to break her concentration.

However, the symbiote seemed to have inherited Sam's determination to see a project through. She barely batted an eye at the general's command.

As the minutes slipped away, each one seeming as long as the longest hour, Sam continued to torture the innocent civilian. Pete knelt submissively before the body of his fiancée. "Sam…" He begged with the last few ounces of strength he had left. "Don't…"

She looked at him, eyes glowing with satisfaction as she slowly extinguished his life. SG-1 watched in horrified fascination as Pete collapsed, his strength failing him. As he did so, Sam released him from the grip of the ribbon device. She stared at his lifeless body. "Pitiful fool." She said with an air of arrogance.

"Hey! That was YOUR fiancé!" Jack said, rising to his feet in anger.

The Jaffa guarding her moved to restrain him, but she raised her hand to stop him. "You would seek retribution for your competitor's demise at the hand of your prize?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

"You are not, nor will you ever be, Samantha Carter." He said, his eyes blazing with vehemence.

She stepped back, surprised for a moment at the strength with which he affirmed his statement. "Your feelings for my host are strong." She said, circling her prisoner.

He was stubbornly silent.

Her eyes flashed with anger. "I was looking forward to punishing you for your insolence, but I was looking forward even more to experiencing your rapier wit and insulting language. Do not disappoint me now, or it will be the last thing you do."

She raised her hand and activated the beam. Jack grabbed her wrist as the pain forced him to his knees. "No!" He gasped.

There was a moment where Sam's eyes looked at him with compassion and pain, the connection weakening. Her hand quivered while host and symbiote fought for control of the body. Jack fell to the ground, the pain overcoming him as the connection was entirely broken. The symbiote flashed her eyes in anger as Sam dramatically pushing her robes out of the way as she retreated to the sarcophagus.

Ba'al turned to the Jaffa. "Take them back to their cell." Then, he followed Sam into their private chambers.