"It's the air filters," the young woman said.

Sam and Daniel exchanged a look. "Excuse me?" Sam asked.

She smiled, the friendliness in her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "The air filters. They're designed to capture all of the dust in the air. That's why it's so clean," she explained.

Daniel took a step closer to her. "Hi... I'm Daniel Jackson, this is Maj. Samantha Carter. Who are you?" he asked slowly.

She bowed her head slightly. "I am Eloctava," she said politely. "I believe you were accompanied by Elnovena?"

"She means 'The Ninth,'" Daniel explained to Sam. "She said she's The Eighth."

Sam nodded. "Yes... we just call her Andie."

"You know her Renaming?" she asked, slightly amused. "If you know Andreya's Renaming, then please, refer to me by mine. I am Psyche."

"So... are you here looking for the others?" Daniel asked slowly.

She laughed lightly, her right hand which had been hidden behind her back dropping down to her side. "No! I'm here to kill Andreya!" she said, all friendliness leaving her smile. Her voice dropped to the resonating Gould pitch. "Tremble before the servant of the all-powerful god Anubis!" she commanded, raising a ribbon device towards them.

Sam couldn't help smirking. "You're not a host. You can't make that work."

"Bitch! Ruin my fun!" she muttered. The jewel in Psyche's palm glowed and connected with Sam, forcing her to her knees. "Pathetic Tau'ri. You know nothing of what we are capable of."

Daniel raised his gun. "Stop!" he yelled at her. She turned and smirked at him, the device's hold still on Sam. "I'm warning you!"

She laughed and let the device shut off, her mood abruptly changing. "Warning me? How very droll." She shrugged, her voice returned to normal. "Go on then. Shoot me."

Sam gasped to catch her breath and pulled her own gun and fired a single shot at her. The bullet stopped three inches away from her heart and remained in the air. Psyche clucked and shook her head admonishingly. "You've tried and failed to stop me. I do hope you will have learned your lesson, children."

"Clearly, we've never met," Daniel muttered.

"Where is Andreya?" she demanded, raising the ribbon device once again.

At that moment, Andie ran into the room, closely followed by Jack and Teal'c. Instantly taking in the situation, they both raised their weapons. "Psyche, pareo!" Andie snapped.

She smirked. "The old language? So, you remember. I knew those half-wits who created us couldn't lock it away forever." Andie started to say something, but she stumbled over everything in her head for a moment. Psyche pursed her lips in false sympathy. "Hurts, doesn't it? Knowing all of the others are dead or crazy. And you were about to become just another failed attempt." Andie glared at her and she giggled. "And who's to say you're not already? They tweaked every new batch like we were sopaipilla recipes. Some of us were just made wrong."

"Like you?" she demanded.

"Oooh! Wittle nine has a spine!" she taunted."We are the same, my dear. And insanity runs in the family." She winked and raised her right hand. "How much of a masochist are you? Because I know I have quite a tolerance to pain!" She suddenly pulled her hand back. "Wait... you know everything. Hm. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back!" She tapped a jewel on the bracelet on her left hand and was (assumingly) transported back to her ship.

The members of SG-1 exchanged confused looks. "What the hell just happened?" Jack demanded. "Carter can you get us out of her before Psycho-bitch comes back?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know where she went. It's a bit hard to judge." As they spoke, Andie's eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed.

"Oh, for cryin' out loud!" Jack yelled. "What else is going to happen?"

"Don't say that!" Daniel snapped. "This whole place could collapse on our heads with our luck!"



Fake language lesson: Pareo means "Stop!"

Also, sorry it's taken so long to get this. The creative part of my mind stopped working. But it's getting better. Sort of.