Someone knocked on the door and Bastet slapped her hands with a smile. "Oh, good. I was getting so thirsty."

Daniel took the tray from the airman and looked at the glass and pitcher suspiciously. "This looks like water," he said, placing the tray on a table.

"That's because it is water," she retorted, pouring herself a tall glass. "Honestly, I would have thought you to have better deductive reasoning skills, Daniel." They all watched her curiously as she drank. As she poured a second glass, without looking at them, she said, "Her aversion to water has nothing to with her physicality, you know. It's all mental. And really, that's all that you're girl is. She wasn't born naturally, and this isn't really her body."

She looked up just before taking a drink and noticed the glares on everyone's faces. She smiled lightly and downed the glass. "Is your General-leader not going to join us?" Bastet asked easily, glancing around at the group. "I would imagine this to be something of interest for him."

Sam glared at her. "He's on a conference call with the President—about you, actually."

She nodded, her lips puckered thoughtfully. "Yes, president. I'm familiar with this term. It refers to your ruling god?"

"Not even," Jack snapped in annoyance.

She turned her eyes to him, mischief sparkling in her smile. "I was joking, but it's always good to see your attitude coming in." She looked around the room carefully, and then in a graceful movement, she stood up and turned her back to them. She sighed dramatically. "So many of you! It's so unfair, you ganging up on me this way. I only want to speak with Daniel. The rest of you are free to leave."

Teal'c stepped up to stand in front of the group. "Dead false gods have no power here."

She glanced back over her shoulder to look at him. "Sorry to disappoint, but I have quite a bit of power, and every stitch of it comes from this little girl here." The mischief glinted in her expression, but only Daniel knew her real meaning. And he suspected Bastet knew far more about Andie's capabilities then he did.

"I'll talk to her alone," he broke in, much to the surprise of the others. He looked around at their faces and nodded grimly. "I'll be fine. Go on." Once the door had closed, he turned on Bastet, seemingly much to her pleasure. "Alright, what do you want? I mean, really?"

She smiled broadly at this. "Oh, this will be such fun!"

Author's Note: This has taken me forever to get out because of THREE computer meltdowns, mountains of homework, and I've decided I don't like the parts I have writen out. (Plus they don't fit with the pieces I wrote when my computer was being spiteful and wicked.) Next chapter should be soon and informative.