A/N: Chapter Beta'd by Angw and Trickster's Queen of War. I apologize for the delay... it's taking longer than expected.

Cameron certainly wasn't expecting what greeted them on the other side of the gate. He was so shocked that he didn't bother to think about radioing Landry about what they'd gotten themselves into until it was too late. Lined up in front of them was a solid line of soldiers. He didn't recognize the uniforms.

"What's going on?" Cameron asked, his P90 at a ready position. He was silently looking for cover positions. There were none, at least not within jumping range of where they were standing.

"Lower your weapons." An officer stepped forward, wearing a military attire not unlike their own on Earth. The only difference here was that is was dark gray, with no visible stripes or markings of rank.

"Hey, aren't we supposed to be allies here?" Cameron tried to remember something, anything from the reports on this planet that would help. He was drawing a blank.

"You were allies with the former regime, they needed to be changed. Now you will serve as bartering tools to make Stargate Command provide us with the weapons we need to crush the Terranians and the Andarians."

Suddenly it clicked in Cameron's mind. Kelowna had been unstable the last time an SG team came to this planet, anything could've happened. Apparently Jonas Quinn hadn't been enough to prevent a revolution.

"Holding us hostage will not help." Teyla said bravely.

The officer shrugged. "At the very least, you will provide my interrogators with some fun. Now, drop your weapons or we shall shoot you all right here and now."

Cameron briefly considered their options. They didn't have much of a choice. If they tried to fight there wasn't a chance in hell they'd survive. He was deathly worried about how the officer had mentioned 'fun' but he couldn't worry about that now. He motioned for Vala and Teyla to drop their weapons.

"Take them away." The officer yelled at the soldiers.

Cameron was shoved into the lead position, Teyla and Vala were behind him but he couldn't tell for sure. The hallways began to blur, forcing Cameron to desperately try and remember where they were headed. His only thought was on escape, he didn't care about the order of time anymore.

He and Vala were tossed into a cell with another man. Cameron rolled to see the officer motion for the guards to take Teyla away. Cameron flexed his fingers, trying to bleed away the anger. John had made him responsible for her, yet he was failing.

"They won't do anything bad, yet." The man in the cell said.

Cameron stood up, turning to face the man. "Who are you?"

"My name's Jonas Quinn. I tried to send the SGC a warning before this happened, but obviously I failed. I had a friend with me, they killed her yesterday." Jonas turned away.

"I'm sorry." Cameron replied. "I'm Colonel Cameron Mitchell, SG-1.

"SG-1?" Jonas said, shocked.

"Long story, I'll tell you if and when we get out of here."

Vala chuckled from the cell door. She then walked over to Mitchell and whispered into his ear. "I can open the cell door easily, I just need ten uninterrupted minutes with that lock."

Cameron knelt down next to Jonas, Vala joined them. "We have to get out of here. Any chance we could distract the guards for a ten minutes."
"Not without some really good bait." Jonas said gravely. "I would suggest that she do something..." Jonas trailed off.

"She's needed to deal with the lock." Cameron replied.

"Teyla." Vala said quietly. "She's the only one who could do it, and she's pretty enough to." Vala added, slightly indignant.

Cameron turned to Jonas. "You and me will have to take out the guards quickly."

Jonas nodded. "I can do that."

"Vala, be ready."
Vala nodded, her expression serious. "But she may not be in the condition to talk when they come back with her."

Cameron glanced away. All he could do was pray she'd be alright.

XXX

Cameron stood against the bars, waiting as patiently as he could. Jonas and Vala were napping, making sure they were both awake and alert. Cameron admired how they could force the stress of the situation from their minds. Normally he could to, usually with some quirky humor, but it all failed him now.

He'd told Jonas the story of how he had become SG-1's commander. Jonas had congratulated him on getting everyone back together, though he admitted he was surprised that Jack wasn't still in command. Rustling just beyond his field of vision alerted him that it was show time.

"Get up!" He snapped at Jonas and Vala, both of whom were instantly awake and alert.

Cameron swore as Teyla was dragged into the room. His hands clenched into fists as the guards tossed her into the cell. They'd obviously tortured her, but not severely, not yet. He traced the small wounds with his hand. There were so many of them, tiny little cuts the size of paper cuts on every piece of exposed skin. If this was nothing bad, he didn't want to know what would happen next. He glanced at the guards and fixed them with a hateful glare.

He gently shook her. "Teyla, can you hear me?"

Teyla shook her head slightly, then cracked open her eyes. "I am okay, for now."

Vala crouched next to Cameron. "Our plan won't work now, but I think the guards are distracted enough for me to get the door open."

Cameron nodded, gently dabbing at the few of Teyla's wounds that were bleeding slightly.

"It's sick, isn't it?" Jonas said, kneeling beside Cameron. "This is how it was with her too."

A soft click indicated that Vala was done. Cameron glanced up, that had happened way to quickly. Vala mouthed, It was easier than I thought.

Distract them. Cameron mouthed back. He turned to Teyla. "Can you fight?"

Determination written across her brow, Teyla nodded. "Yes."

Cameron helped her up, catching a glimpse of Vala stripping off her jacket. He noticed her shirt underneath wasn't the normal air force tee shirt, but a tank top that plunged way too far, exposing a fair amount of skin. He noticed that her pants were loosened and hanging lower than normal.

He caught Jonas's glance and just winked.

Vala whistled seductively at the guards, both of whom turned to walk towards her. "Hey boys, I need a bit of help loosening up." She purred in a quiet yet sexy voice.

Cameron waited until the guards were right next to the door, then he rammed into it a full speed, sending both guards careening into the wall. In a flash, he and Teyla crossed the distance and pounced, landing several punches that knocked both of their targets out quickly.

He quickly grabbed one of the rifles, handing the pistol to Jonas. Teyla grabbed the other rifle and handed a pistol the Vala. A quick field search of the corpse revealed extra ammo. Cameron turned to Jonas. "Armory?"

"This way." Jonas said, leading them deeper into the complex.

XXX

Their weapons and gear had been thrown haphazardly onto the floor, making them easy to find. Jonas took some spare ammunition for the Kelownan weapons. Cameron knew their time was running out. He turned to Jonas. "Got an escape plan?"

Jonas walked over to the far wall. "There should be some sort of emergency elevator in this room." He found it. Half of the wall opened to reveal a massive cargo elevator. It looked old, with dust everywhere. "Thankfully, the rebels haven't found it."

Cameron was the last one in, stepping in just behind Teyla and Vala. Jonas closed the door and set the elevator to the bottom floor, which was labeled sub-basement. Cameron turned to Jonas. "What's the sub-basement."

"It's an abandoned part of this complex, or at least it was. The rebels might be entrenched down there. But there is a secret system of tunnels that can take us to the military bases on the outside of city."

"Would the rebels not be aware of such passages?" Teyla asked, looking wore out, but alert.

"It's possible, but remember, they aren't government elites, they're former military soldiers, low ranking officers. They wouldn't have access to this place."

The elevator stopped and the door opened, revealing a pitch black maze of tunnels. Cameron activated the light on his P90 and motioned for Jonas to lead the way, it was going to be a long walk.

XXX

"How'd he get here?" Jack asked the French soldier, as he gazed into his binoculars at the Prior.

The French Special Ops trooper named Guy Molant shrugged. "We don't know. One minute he wasn't here, the next he was." Guy's accent was extremely thick, causing Jack to throw him a surreptitious glance.

Teal'c raised an eyebrow. "Have you tried taking action?"

"Technically he hasn't done anything against the law." Guy replied. "But once we heard from le government francais, we didn't question and tried to take him down. I lost five men in seconds and not one of our bullets went through."

"We nailed one of these guys before." Jack said, lining up the sight on the French rifle. Jack tapped his radio earpiece. "All snipers, fire on my mark."

Various clicks on the radio were the only response. At least the French were professional soldiers. He sat down, letting the barrel of the rifle rest against the building and adjusted the scope for distance. He held his breath, then fired.

The suppressed bullet shot out of the gun with little more than a cough. Any normal target wouldn't have even had a clue it was coming. The Prior ducked out of the way and Jack saw a multitude of bullets impact the ground just beyond where the Prior had been.

He guessed he should've seen it coming when the Prior's staff began to glow and the rifle shot out of his hand. Jack's expression dampened. This was supposed to be easy, they'd killed one in the Ori galaxy without much fuss, why did this one have superhuman abilities.

He turned to Sam. "Suggestions?"

"We've got to get closer."
"Closer?" Jack replied, he didn't like the idea of being too close to those guys. He was starting to think the Prior in the Ori galaxy hadn't been a very skilled one. Of course the Ori would've sent their best men to this galaxy.

Jack thought for a moment, then turned to Guy. "Do you have anybody other than snipers around?"
Guy quickly produced a map of the city. "I have soldiers here and here." He said, pointing to two hotels near the Prior's location. "They await my orders."

"Get them under my command, we're going to try and take the Prior by force."

"There is one problem." Guy seemed to regret having to say this.

"What?" Jack replied, annoyed.

"They don't speak English very well."

Jack turned to Daniel. "Please tell me you speak French Daniel."

"Kinda." Daniel replied. At Jack annoyed expression he quickly offered reassurance. "Don't worry, it's enough."

"Good." Jack grabbed his radio. "Carter, can you see him?"
"I'm across the block." Sam replied over the radio. "I don't think he's noticed me."

"Be ready."

"Right, good luck."

Jack noticed the softening of her tone. "Yeah, you too." He turned to Daniel and Teal'c, un-clipping his P90 from his vest in the process. "Let's go."

XXX

The Parisian streets were deserted, with no sigh of anyone except the SG team walking down them now. Jack unconsciously clenched his P90 in his hands, carefully making sure he didn't let go of it. He knew that one mistake, and they'd all be dead or worse.

The Prior was standing tall again, his staff perpetually glowing with energy, which could only mean trouble. Tealc' and Daniel were just a step behind and to either side, each carrying P90s of their own. Daniel was doing his best to remain confident, but ever since Olma had disappeared, he hadn't felt as safe.

Jack knew as much. He entered the clearing first, making no hostile moves. He didn't even think a hostile thought. For all he knew the Prior was reading their minds even now. Jack had never seen a Prior up close before, but he guessed the sword hanging off the Prior's belt was something new.

He stopped a safe distance away, if any distance was safe. "Nice sword." He commented sarcastically.

The Prior's head turned to look at him. He closed the book of Origin in his hands. "What say you to the promise of the Ori?"

"Full of crap." Jack replied, matching the tonality of the Prior perfectly.

"The unbelievers shall be punished." The Prior preached. "As it was written in the beginning and the end, all life shall bow to the power of the Ori."

Jack glanced back at Daniel. "I'm not bowing, how 'bout you?"

"Not happening." Daniel replied, stepping forward. "How did you come here?"

The Prior turned his gaze from Jack. "The power of the Ori reached out, and sent me across the vast nothingness to fulfill my destiny."

Daniel looked the Prior in the eye. "So really, they just sent you flying across the galaxy?"

"Our role is not to question, but to rejoice." The Prior's monotonous voice never changed inflection or pitch.

"There must be some other explanation. You can't expect me to have blind faith." Ignoring Jack's look of disbelief Daniel pressed on. "If you truly want converts, then you have to show us why."

"A great chariot picked me up and sent me across the heavens." The Prior replied. "I spent many days and nights praising the Ori for giving me the chance to serve. Now, what say you to the promise of the Ori?"

Daniel activated his radio and mumbled in French. "They have a ship in orbit, pass on to Prometheus."

The Prior's gaze narrowed. The book of Origin fell from his hand and he drew his sword. "The unbelievers shall be punished by my own hand."

"Oh this is not good." Daniel muttered, bringing his P90 up and opening fire.

To his dismay, his, Jack's, and Teal'c's bullets ricocheted off. This was definitely a problem.