Title: Looking Glass pt 11
Summary: Who will win?
Rating: PG-13 for some language
Spoilers: Nothing really
Disclaimer: Not mine don't sue me!
AN: Wow!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I think that's the most I got for a chapter. Well, then again, it was a cliffhanger. But what kind of fic writer would I be if I didn't make it a cliffhanger? Ha-ha! Hope you enjoy the rest. And thanks to Lauretta, my beta. Reviews loved!

Daniel and Teal'c both ran to a defensive position behind a nearby tree, their guns drawn as soon as they heard the rings returning. The rings revealed a very infuriated Jack O'Neill.

"Damn it!" he swore as soon as he was free from his confinement. Daniel and Teal'c came running over to find out what had happened.

"Jack?" Daniel asked apprehensively.

"She took the ringing device and sent me down. She's up there all alone with a damn weapon and we don't even know if it works." All of the military training he ever had was taking over in the situation. Oh, he was mad. He had never been so pissed at her in the entire eight years of knowing her. Marching past his teammates, he was ready to take on whoever or whatever he needed to get back on that ship.

"Jack, I gave Sam my zat before we got off," Daniel informed him. Jack looked at him squarely in the face for a moment, not letting his military façade fall.

Daniel couldn't believe it; since when would Sam disobey and order and put herself in complete danger? His Sam never acted emotionally, especially when it came to the safety of her teammates and the progression of the mission. Teal'c was equally as dumbfounded. One of the reasons he respected Sam the way he did was because of how she reacted in the field. He knew Jack must have been very upset as well. Jack wanted his own shot to take down Ba'al, and Teal'c understood completely.

"Good." He nodded once before his hand flew to his radio on his vest. "Major Carter, this is Colonel O'Neill. Please respond." Daniel almost winced at the tone of Jack's voice. He just needed to stick with Teal'c, Teal'c wouldn't intentionally hurt him. Jack, on the other hand, well he never knew with Jack. After a few seconds, Sam still didn't respond.

"MajorCarter, it is Teal'c. Are you able to respond?" Teal'c thought maybe he would have a better chance of getting through to MajorCarter.

"Carter here," she finally responded after a half a minute.

"Carter what the hell do you think you're doing?" Jack hissed into the vest as he turned 180 degrees and paced. Pacing always helped him think when he knew his emotions could influence his decisions.

"Sorry sir, I have to go to radio silence. You guys should go on with the plan. Carter out." Her voice sounded as detached as if she were lecturing him on some piece of technology. Jack swore under his breath again before turning around and storming past the remaining half of SG-1.

"Where are you going, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked.

"Didn't ya hear Carter? We have to continue with the plan! She's in charge of this OP it seems!" The sarcasm dripped off of every syllable as he marched back towards the gate to return to the SGC.

"Well this should be fun," Daniel muttered before going after Jack.

"Indeed," Teal'c added as he brought up the rear.

"He sounded mad," she thought to herself. "Well you would be too! But he has the right to because he's in command, not you Sam. Way to go." She was still in the ring transportation room, leaning against the wall. She slid down to sit after she talked with Jack and Teal'c. She couldn't believe she just kissed her CO. Forget kissing him! She probably just pushed him over the edge, which was something she always tried her hardest to avoid.

Even though he never talked about what happened, she knew Jack was tortured. And she only knew what a fraction of that felt like. And she just took away his only chance of payback. Unfortunately, the reason was completely selfish. Ba'al was, indirectly, responsible for her father's death. And he tortured her too, which was something she could never forget. In order for her to use this new gun, she needed complete concentration. If Jack was there, or even anyone else, she would become too emotional to use it, and the entire plan would fail, and her father's death would have been in vein.

She shook the thoughts out of her head; she couldn't afford to have her judgment clouded. This was it, do or die time. And she sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to die. Holding the zat gun out, she aimed it at the wall plate for the rings in the ship. Squinting at the device, she decided against it. She was the only one who had a device to work it, and Ba'al wasn't going to have a chance to get to the room. And the rebel Jaffa were already informed that they were going to destroy the wall plate, so they already thought it was fried. Gripping her new gun tightly, she stealthily moved through the hallways to the control room where Baal was. She was ready to fight when the time was right.

"Colonel, where's the Major?" Hammond asked when the three returned through the gate without their teammate. "And why aren't you with her?" His mind did what it was trained to do; plan for the worst case-scenario. When SG-2 came back through, they informed him about Jacob. Had Sam suffered the same fate?

"She's on the ship, sir. We need to head out now." The icy tone in his voice told Hammond not to ask about it now. Instead, he just nodded his head.

"You have a go, Colonel."

Ba'al sat in his chair sideways with his legs hanging over the left side as he propped himself up on the right, idly paying attention to the scene before him. The remaining Tau'ri had just left through their Stargate; he had nothing to worry about. As far as he was concerned, he had just won the war. With Anubis eliminated, he was the only major System Lord left that had any power to take over his empire.

"Yes," he thought to himself, "sending away the fleet was a good choice. Now, I can start another project." The sound of the Stargate roused him from his ruminations. His head snapped forward and his body quickly followed, looking at the window in front of him. The troops of the Tau'ri poured out in front of him.

"Jaffa! The Tau'ri are here! No prisoners!" he ordered, his voice reverberated throughout the ship.

A moment later a Jaffa responded over the comm, "All of the exits are blocked, my lord. And the Tau'ri also took all of the ringing devices with them; we are stuck on the ship."

"Blow them up!" he bellowed, jumping to his feet. "Blow the exits apart! Go after them!" After a few seconds, he felt the tell-tale rumbling thunder of explosions in his ship and knew his minions would be out to wreak havoc on the approaching army in seconds. But, instead, what he saw was something Baal never thought would happen to him.

"What? Insolence! I will not tolerate it!" The scene before him stabbed a dagger into his heart; his Jaffa had all turned on him to work with those whom he despised the most. The creatures that were no more than ants and that should not be treated any better. They came out of their colony, pouring out and swarming around him, thinking that they could destroy anything they wished. And, much to his pleasure, he could easily stomp on ants. Unfortunately, he was never been forced to before because his Jaffa did it for him. Instead of shooting the Tau'ri ants, they were speaking, and turning around to come back into the ship. They were coming for him.

"They will all pay for this," he mumbled as he activated the force fields to prevent the return of the traitorous Jaffa and Tau'ri alike.

"As will you Ba'al," Sam commented as hit a completely unaware Ba'al in the back of the head with her gun, knocking him to the ground, giving her the element of surprise. Slowly, she raised her gun, level to him.

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