Seshat's Secrets

RATING: K, for language and eventual adult situation

DISCLAIMER: This is only for fun. All characters in this story belong to MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions.

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TIME / PLACEMENT: Post Season Three, but before Daniel Ascends.

SUMMARY: The Goa'uld known as the Goddess Language, Numerology and Architecture is found encased in her sarcophagus. Daniel convinces the team the knowledge is invaluable. Will it be his awakening or his downfall?

A/N: Thank you for the reviews received thus far, it's my inspiration!

Seshat's Secret: Chapter Two

"I do not like these garments. They are confining." Seshat stood in the VIP Quarters, looking down at her legs covered in standard issue fatigues. "Do you not have any robes?"

Samantha Cater leaned against the wooden dresser nearby. "I'm sorry, but that's all we have available."

Sam looked over the Goa'uld woman, now devoid of her make-up and ceremonial gown. The Major had to admit, she seemed very pleasant. Seshat's black hair fell down past the middle of her back and framed her delicate features. She was pale skinned, but her eyes were as dark as coal. In the green pants and black tee, she could have been any other recruit.

"I wish to have my gown back." She moved her legs, rubbing her thighs together. "I do not like the feel of this. Please."

"I'll, ah, see what I can do." Seshat inclined her head in appreciation, so Sam continued. "Did you find everything you need otherwise?"

"Yes." She smiled. "Daniel showed me where the soaps could be found and how to fill the bath. I find the shower most enjoyable." Her smile faded a bit. "Where is he? I thought we were to continue this morning."

"Yeah, he sent me ahead. The General asked to meet with him this morning, so I thought you and I could go to the lab. Maybe you would look over some of the projects I've been working on. I'll call down and see what else we can find you to wear. Maybe some sweats would be more comfortable."

"I do not see how sweating in these garments will make them more comfortable."

Sam couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled out. "No, they're clothes we wear exercise. They're looser, softer. You will probably find them more comfortable."

"Any improvement would be appreciated." Seshat smiled in return.

As Sam led her to the locker room to loan her something more comfortable, she had to admit to herself that Daniel might be right. As skeptical as she was, she was beginning to like Seshat.

Later that day Dr. Jackson turned the corner into Sam's lab. The Major sat on a stool watching Seshat, who worked diligently over a device he didn't recognize. She sat clad in a black tee and what looked like Sam's charcoal yoga pants. Her feet were bare and her hair hung loose, obscuring her face from view.

He entered the room as quietly as he could. Sam looked up and grinned. "Daniel."

Seshat paused her work. "It is good to see you. How are you are?"

"Great. What are you guys working on?' He sat down beside Sam.

"I shall show you momentarily." Seshat went back to work. "Perhaps, Samantha would discuss my request with you while I finish."

Daniel just leaned forward a bit, trying to figure out what she was doing. "Okay, ah, request?"

"Seshat wants to have her gown back. She finds our clothes uncomfortable. I was thinking we could find her a dress, something more, um. . ."

"Like what she's used to." Daniel understood. "Yeah, we could get something in town. A, ah, dress. Something made of natural fibers. Linen or silk maybe." Just then a holographic image rose above the device. Red letters floated in the air above the black box. "Wow."

"You've built a holographic projector." Sam leaned forward. "You did it so fast. I mean, how did you . . . "

"I have not recorded anything but the most basic of information as of yet. I think this will allow me to relay far more information for you that the interface you showed me earlier. I will also leave the map for the device in its memory." Seshat touch several key symbols on the box and the image changed.

"You put the plans in here?" Sam looked them over with a critical eye. They were extremely detailed and complicated. "I can't believe you built this by hand and, whoa, from memory. I mean look at the data interface alone it's. . ." She continued, getting more and more technical as she went.

Daniel finally shook his head and returned his attention to Seshat. Her eyes shifted away from the Major and lock with his. Her lashes seemed so long from this close. They shared a quiet smile as Carter continued to marvel over the device.

"Daniel," Seshat tugged at her shirt. "You said I could attain other clothes. These are better than the first offered to me, but I prefer my skin to be free."

"Huh?"

"She doesn't like pants." Sam offered, continuing her study.

"Exactly. I would like something more free. Can you take me to find something else?"

"Um, no. I don't think so." Daniel removed his glasses momentarily. "I, uh, we could bring you some things to choose from. We don't have anything here, but something can be retrieved."

"That would be most appreciated, Daniel." She smiled.

"Why don't you go ahead. I have tons of questions for Seshat about this device." Sam continued to prod.

"What?" Daniel practically squeaked. He was not going dress shopping. He wouldn't even know where to begin. "I don't know where, uh…"

"There's a boutique about two blocks down from your coffee shop. I walk past it every time we meet there. It's one of those Earthy funky little shops. There are some nice things in the window and they would be made of natural fibers."

"Sam," He tried to keep the whine out of his voice. He SO did not want to do this. "I don't even know what size."

"A six should do."

"Sam."

"Daniel."

"But…"

"Daniel."

"Alright." He breathed. Turning to leave, he almost said more, but the look Sam gave him made him stop.

After Daniel left, Seshat stood to adjust the clothing she wore. She watched the other woman with question, especially after the words that were just exchanged. "Tell me, Samantha. Do you and Daniel mate?"

Sam about choked on the water she'd been sipping. "What? Um, no."

"You a very familiar yet you are not bound?" She asked again, wanting clarification.

"He's my friend."

"Are you not friends with the others you work beside? I have not witness the same affection when you speak with them as you do with Daniel."

"Well," Sam had to concede she was probably right. "He is special. More than just a friend or a coworker, but not in the way you're implying. He's, um, more like a brother. More like family."

"And therefore it is different than being his mate?"

"In our society today, not only has incestuous relationships become taboo, they're recognized as dangerous for any potential offspring. They're illegal."

Seshat continued her questions, despite the obvious unease it caused the Major. "But you are not siblings."

"No, no we're not. It would just, I don't know, feel wrong." Sam tried to explain, but really wanted to change the subject. "Is there a reason you ask?"

"I thought, perhaps you were bound because of the . . . exchanges you have. Is he bound to another?"

"No, not anymore." Sam was almost more uncomfortable talking about Daniel behind his back. "Listen, I really think Daniel should be the one to explain his situation if you really want to know. Can we, um, can we get back to the holographic device?"

"Very well, Samantha." Still the words echoed in her mind; 'not any more'. It had been many centuries since she had a Priest. Nor had any of them been as versed or as charming as Daniel. 'Yes,' she thought, remembering touching his soft lips, 'it has been a very long time since I had a Priest come to my chamber.'

- - -

"Dr. Jackson." The Airman on duty at the main elevator held the door open a little longer as the archeologist rearranged the bags and boxes in his grip. He couldn't help but raise and eyebrow in question. It wasn't unusual to find the doctor precariously holding too many books and a coffee at the same time, but these were brightly colored bags, obviously from a woman's clothing store.

Daniel didn't even acknowledge the look. He headed straight for the VIP quarters, praying the whole time he wouldn't run into Jack. Reaching the door, he tapped lightly, at least as much as he could holding the armful of bags.

"Enter," came the voice of Seshat.

"Um, could you please get the door? My hands are full." Daniel called awkwardly.

The door opened and he rushed inside, dropping the many bags on the bed. "Thank you. I wasn't sure what you might like so I . . ." He turned to see Seshat moving forward to examine what he'd brought. She wore only the black tee. It hung barely passed her hips, leaving more than just her supple legs exposed. She obviously felt no embarrassment, as she leaned over the bed pulling the gowns from the bags. With her back turned, he allowed himself the moment to gaze up her legs and over the smooth skin of her tight backside.

"These are lovely, Daniel." With out preamble she stripped off the tee.

'Oh yeah,' his mind raced. 'Definitely not wear anything else.' He swallowed hard. He knew he should turn around, leave the room, something other than gawking at her naked form as she felt and touched each of the dresses. Still, he stood transfixed.

"Which do you prefer?" she held up a rich red silk gown and a blue one of light cotton. She turned, holding them out beside her, but covering nothing.

"I, uh, um" He nervously rubbed his hands on his jacket. "The, ah, the red is nice."

When she slid the dress over her head, Daniel was overcome with conflicting emotion. There was relief that he was no longer in such an awkward situation, and a painful disappointment that her beautiful form was once again covered. He turned his back to her for a moment, reining in his emotions and trying to desperately suppress the reaction his body had.

"Daniel? Are you well?" Seshat asked, knowing her answer.

"Yes, fine. I just, ah. . . " He gathered his wits and turned back to face her. "I'm fine."

"Thank you for bringing these." She ran her hands down her new gown, and then pulled the skirt up to her mid thigh. "This feels much better."

"Good. Um, did you and Sam make progress today?" He leaned back against the dresser, doing his best to not think about the fact that she wore nothing beneath the thin silk.

"Yes, we did. She is very intelligent. Samantha's understands much." Seshat turned back to the gowns. She touched each against her face, enjoying the feel. "She would not tell me one thing, however."

"What?"

"Why you are not bonded." Seshat stepped forward, placing both of her hands lightly on his tightly crossed arms.

"I was, um, widowed a while back. My wife, Sha're was taken as a host by Amonet. She was killed while Amonet was trying to kill me." Daniel did not look her in the eye, instead focusing on a spot on the floor. For the first time he considered that Seshat may have actually known Amonet. She definitely knew Apophis. The idea turned his stomach.

Seshat took a step backward, dropping her hands to her sides. "You must hate the Goa'uld." She whispered.

He licked his suddenly dry lips and tried not to sneer. "Something like that."

"Yet you have shown me nothing but kindness? I don't understand."

Daniel let out a long breath. She sounded so despondent. "I try not to hold people responsible for the actions of others, no matter who they are."

"Receiving your kindness, despite your pain, for that I am truly grateful." The voice was soft, human, without alien accent.

He looked up, into her dark eyes, amazed at hearing that voice again. "Do you have a name?"

She smiled, more shyly than usual. Her mannerisms were similar but definitely different. "Seshat, of course."

"Before that," Daniel moved over to sit on the bed. "When you were younger."

"Seshat'Ati" Daniel smiled at her, but she could see the sorrow around his eyes. "How can you not hate me?"

"You've done nothing to me. You were locked away when I was . . . when these things happened to me. It would be wrong for me to take that out upon you. Besides, I've enjoyed the last two days. Seshat has taught me a great deal."

"Daniel," She stepped closer to his knees. "We are one. You may address us as such."

"I would, um," he found himself distracted by the curve of her breast so finely outlined by the silk now that she stood so close to his face. "I would prefer not to. May I call you Ati?"

A bright smile lit her face. She leaned forward, taking his face in her tiny hands. "No one has called me that but my family. Not since I was very small." She leaned forward and covered his mouth softly with hers, lingering for a time before pulling away, but only a few inches. "I would love it if you called me Ati."

- - -

"Report." General Hammond walked into the Gate Room where SG-7 were relinquishing their weapons and gear to the SFs nearby.

"Sir," Lt. Colonel Boone turned to face him. "We encountered no populations, no evidence of Goa'uld. Everything we found was complete wilderness. However, we found what seems to a tomb or a mausoleum about 12 clicks northeast of the Gate. Major Sanchez took detailed video and we mapped the entire site for Dr. Jackson's staff to review."

"Good. Is there any a signs that this may be a find of significance?" The General asked.

"According to what I could decipher, which wasn't a lot mind you, there is reference to the 'great scrolls' of somebody. I didn't recognize the cartouche." Major Sanchez offered. She still held the digital camera in her hands. "The site was old, really old, and I don't think it's been touched in a long time."

"Very well. I will see if Dr. Jackson is available. Carry on with normal procedure. We'll debrief in an hour." The General returned to his office.

- - -

"Do you know why I ask?" Ati stayed close, standing practically between Daniel's knees. He shook his head, fighting an internal battle between running away and reaching out to feel her hips through the red silk of the gown.

"It has been a very, very long time since I have felt desire." She breathed in his ear, gently stroking his hair.

Her voice, the human voice, sent a tingle down his spine and knotted much lower. He meant to push her away, but when his fingers touched the smooth fabric over her tiny hips, he couldn't. Instead his thumbs rotated in lazy circles. He closed his eyes as the logical side of his brain screamed what a bad situation this was. However, when she shifted even closer, filling his nostrils with her subtle scent, those thoughts became more and more distant.

"Daniel?" Ati lifted his face to hers. She ran her fingertips over his face, exploring his every feature. She removed his glasses, setting them aside.

"Ati, I don't think I should be here." He spoke the words, but his hands continued their motion.

"I think," her lips brushed his brow. "That despite all your great intelligence," she kissed him near his left ear. "There are times," her lips brushed his right ear. "That you should not think." Ati's mouth brushed against his, her tongue barely tasting his lips.

Daniel pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. The soft noises she made evoked a stronger reaction than he would have expected. She brought her knees up, deftly climbing upon his lap. One of his hands slipped lower to support her on her perch. Knowing she wore nothing beneath her gown became achingly obvious to him.

After a time, Ati pulled away from the kiss, looking deeply in the blue eyes she found so mesmerizing. Her lips were wet from their kiss. When a touch of smile crossed her face, Daniel returned in kind. His lids grew heavy as he pulled her forward to claim her mouth once again.

"Dr. Jackson. Please report to the briefing room immediately. Dr. Jackson to the briefing room." The call blared through the speaker above.

He jumped like a kid caught by his parent. His eyes wide, Daniel took a clearer stock of his situation. Ati still sat upon his lap, but a frown marred her lovely face. "I, ah, I have to go."

Daniel moved her further away, despite her quiet protest. "Please. They can wait. I have waited so long."

Gaining some distance, he swallowed hard, closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. Finally, he returned his attention to Ati. She stood with disappointment on her face, clasping her hands tightly together. He took a step closer to her and she turned her back to him. "Go."

"Ati," He placed his hands on her shoulder. "I am sorry. I'll be back as soon as I can." Although to do what he was unsure. Grabbing his glasses, he left for the briefing room.

- - -

"Sorry." Daniel breezed into the nearly full room. "Sorry it took me so long."

"It's alright, Doctor." The General motioned him to sit.

Over the next twenty minutes SG-7 briefed the General and Daniel on their findings, including the digital footage taken. The archeologist looked on in fascination, tapping his lips with his fingertip. The sensation of his nervous habit brought to mind the fresh memory of Ati's kiss. He could still taste her upon his tongue.

He shook his head, realizing he missed the last several comments made. "Sorry, could you repeat that. Um, and back up the tape a bit."

They did as he asked, replaying the footage slower with the assumption that he'd seen something. As Daniel studied the screen to hide his embarrassment for his distraction, he did see something. "Stop."

Major Sanchez froze the image. They all sat in silence.

"It's making reference to 'the scrolls of Thoth'. There's legend that Thoth recorded all of his knowledge on seven scrolls. It was myth, a lost treasure searched for by the pharaohs for ages. Sort of like the Holy Grail. Um, I would have to examine this further to tell you more."

"Can you translate it?" The General asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Of course, but I need to take a closer look."

"Sir, environmental surveys showed a massive storm rolling through in the next 12 hours. We're not sure how long it will last." A member of SG-7 interjected.

"Well, then we better go right away." Daniel leaned forward a bit.

"No, Doctor." Hammond shook his head. "You'll have to work from the footage we have until after the storm is past."

"Um, sir?" Daniel tapped the table with his pen. "I would like to ask Seshat's assistance with this. If it is indeed written by Thoth's people she would be able to recognize it immediately."

"Doctor, I understand you and Major Carter have found her most helpful, but I'm not certain consulting her on an active mission is prudent."

"Sir, I really do think she could help and there's nothing that I can see from this tape that would be anything more than academic. In the unlikely event we uncover anything else, sir, I swear I'll suspend the investigation so nothing will be compromised." Daniel tried again.

"You're certain?

"Yes."

"Very well. But you will work under guard." Daniel nodded his agreement. "Have the footage downloaded to Dr. Jackson's office. Dismissed." General Hammond waited until everyone left the room.

He hated it when he felt forced to go back on his word. Unfortunately, that was exactly what he was about to do. He'd told Daniel the arrival of Seshat would remain within the base until the seven days were passed. Now, however, something in his gut told him it was a promise he should not have made. As much as he valued the Doctor's opinion, he did have the best judgment where beautiful women were concerned.

He picked up the phone beside him. "Major, place a call to the Tok'ra. We need to consult with them."

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