(For all those who aren't totally familiar with season 1, The Broca Divide is set before Ten Commandments.)

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Captain Carter felt powerful, strong, like she was queen of the world. Like no one under her could possibly overrule her. She would need to exercise this newfound power, she knew, and searched for a way to do so.

She got up from the stool in her lab and felt a wave of pain ripple through her thigh, and immediately remembered who'd dealt that pain. Hansen.

Evil bastard. She'd kill him! Strip him and deal back every ounce of pain she'd given her. She would prove her dominance over men! And when she was done, she would tear out his heart and shove it in his mouth. Hansen had no heart! He was compassionless, evil, and had no right to live!

Captain Carter smirked and growled with the satisfaction of this thought, and changed into a small top, leaving her khaki pants on. She studied herself in a mirror for as long as she could, basking in her image. She was strongest! Stronger than any in the universe! Gou'ald? Mere mosquitoes! Hansen? Rotten, evil filth that would be removed; filth that did not deserve her presence.

After a moment, her need for blood and flesh overcame her and she stalked from the room, down the halls, not caring who saw her. Men gawped and stumbled and spat out coffee at the sight of her, quickly moving to the side. Carter smirked; at least these men knew their place. How could she have possibly thought she did not have their respect? She had more than their respect, much more! She had their fear and admiration; she was commander of them all!

The men's locker room. What a horrid idea. They should not hide their nude figures from women. But that was where she would find Hansen, and if there were others present, she would show Hansen's dead, naked form and let them know that that was what happened when a man attempted to abuse Samantha Carter!

When she arrived, she wanted to growl and howl her anger and frustration. Hansen wasn't there. Where was he! Dare he hide his presence from his ruler! She would - !

Wait. Who was there? That man – half-hidden. She knew immediately. Colonel Jack O'Neill.

Captain Carter's eyes grew dark. Oh yes, this man pleased her immensely. But she had never had him; he had never attempted to please her. How could he! No matter. He would. She knew he wanted her; all men must long for a woman, was that not correct? And she was by far the most attractive, most powerful woman on base. He would not refuse her, surely!

As he tugged a shirt out of his locker, she waited. She wanted to be able to tear that item of clothing off his form along with the rest of the clothes. But she simply could not stand there and do nothing; she slammed closed his open locker, and he looked at her.

"Oh, sorry Carter, didn't see you there," he said, and put on the black shirt.

Now! She would take him now! She could wait no longer.

Carter swung him to face her and took the back of his head, guiding his lips to hers in a fierce kiss, and then looped her arms under his and snaked them around to his back, pressing his body to her own. She willed her body to be saying: "Have me. Let me ravish you. You are mine. I am yours. But mostly you are mine." and expected him to respond in kind: "Take me. I will take you. Give your naked flesh to me and mine is yours."

But he responded in no such way. "Whoa, what, Carter!"

"I want you," she said simply, huskily, and put his lips back on hers.

"Wha – why? I mean, no!" he protested into her mouth. She growled, infuriated by his lack of desire, but was not fazed. She threw him on the bench effortlessly, with one quick movement, and mounted his hips with all due haste.

"You want me?" she said, leaving no room for question or protest. She kissed him again, wriggling her lower half on his, feeling him respond even further. He could not tell her that he did not desire her; his body spoke all too well.

"Not like this!" he said, and she broke off the kiss for air, but shortly returned. Of course he wanted her. She slipped her legs between his, increasing the contact, this time rocking slowly. He gave a small moan and tried to cover it, but she heard and her determination to bed him was concrete.

Wait, what was he doing? Ah, yes! Yes! He rolled himself off the bench, trapping her underneath him on the floor. Yes! Carter wanted – needed! – him to strip their clothing and do it!

"I think it's time for you to see a doctor, doctor," he snapped, picking himself up, and her too. What? She growled her frustration and clawed at him as he carried her out into the hall. When he shifted her in his arms, trying to hold her like he would a very large baby, she let her lower half fall to the ground and snatched his wrist, guiding his hand under her shirt to her breast, curving his hand to mold to it.

He gawped and his knees nearly buckled beneath him, and he ripped back his hand, staring at her incredulously. "What the hell is wrong with you, Carter!" Colonel O'Neill demanded, bringing eyes staring his way.

"Want you," she purred, a glint of lust in her eye, her hand snaking to his neck. She pulled herself up and, before he could fight her off again, she kissed him again.

This time he used all his strength to shove her away from him completely. She flew back into the other wall but lunged back, connecting her body to his like they were a pair of magnets.

"Hey!" he yelled at the SFs, "Wanna give a guy a hand! Get over here and get her off me!"

Three SFs exchanged a look and quickly came to assist the Colonel. Two sets of hands pried her off him, and the third held him in place so she couldn't drag him with her.

How dare they! They did not receive her approval to touch her! She was their ruler, a queen of all men! They would not give her such disrespect! They would suffer the same fate as Hansen! She would hunt Hansen down and then hunt them! She –

The world went black.