The scene before them had Daniel's heart racing. He could feel the blood pumping in his ears, and it felt like if he took a moment to breathe, the air would shatter around him. An airman lay dead on the floor, silhouetted by a pool of his own blood. Sam stood at his body, one gun pointed directly at Janet, another pointed at herself.

"Sam," Janet held her hands in front of her, as if in surrender, and Daniel eyed Sam's trigger finger warily.

"That is not my name!" Sam screamed, pounding the gun against her skull, like a schizophrenic might to try and silence her voices.

"Hadad," Daniel approached cautiously, all eyes turning on him. Sam looked at him in confusion, and Daniel could have sworn that instead of a fierce and angry queen, she just simply looked lost. "I don't know what happened, but no one else needs to get hurt, okay?"

"You will let me find Baal," she demanded.

"We cannot allow you to do that," Teal'c boomed from behind them.

"Then you will die. I will kill you first," she waved the gun towards Janet, "and then the rest of you will pay for your disobedience." She looked at the rest of them.

"What about the gun to your head?" Daniel asked, trying to change the subject and keep Sam focused on him. He had long ago noticed Jacob creep quietly around them and up behind Sam. He didn't even have to look at him to know that Jacob was in complete control, with a full syringe in his hand.

She looked at the gun in her hand as if she forgot it was there, but then shrugged it off. "Insurance," she stated. "You will not kill my host."

"Samantha Carter, your symbiote no longer lives within you," Teal'c had also noticed Jacob, but he had also picked up on Sam's hyper-awareness. He knew if they didn't keep her focused, she would soon sense him behind her.

"You lie, shol'va - " Sam started, but was interrupted by Jacob's quick jab of the syringe in her neck.

"I'm sorry, Sam." He whispered to her as he caught her while she fell, unconscious yet again.

"My queen," Baal stated, bowing mockingly towards Hadad.

"My lord," she stated plainly back.

"You know," he said as he circled his throne, in which she was seated. "Not many other gods would put up with your defiant attitude."

"You are no god."

He looked at her fiercely, and grinned. "No, I suppose I'm not." He perched his foot up on the base of the throne, and took her bare leg in his hands, massaging the smooth skin. "But I am sure I could convince you that I am," his eyes glinted with thinly-veiled suggestions.

"Hmmm," she laid her head back, as he ran his hand further up her thigh. "I'd like to see you try," she challenged.

He followed his fingers with his tongue, and traced patterns into her core. She shivered beneath him, half in pleasure and half from her nakedness.

"Are you cold, my love?"

"I won't be for long, darling."

She sat up farther, and spread her legs across the arms of the throne. She dipped her nails into his hair and pulled him on top of her, his body hovering inches from hers.

"If you keep sitting naked on my throne," he said, stripped himself quickly of his robes. "I will not have time to do anything else. You're a distraction."

"Mmmm," she purred as he pressed himself against her, already hard. Baal was a very large man, and she wrapped her small hands around him. He groaned and thrusted in her hands, grunting when he needed more. His hand shot up to her throat, and he easily lifted her. Her eyes bulging, she gasped for air.

He carried her and threw her onto table that was affixed across the room. It was just large enough to fit them, and he sat her on it, legs dangling over the edge. His hand still wrapped around her throat, she grasped at his arms. He chuckled but didn't let go. He looked over her smooth body, lustful, thrusting roughly into her.

She wriggled beneath him, desperate for air but suddenly full of him. He thrust quickly and deeply. When she felt like she was going to pass out, he let go, and with the sudden ability to breathe, she felt like she was floating. She grabbed roughly onto his back, long nails digging into his skin, causing him to bleed, so that she might ground herself. She growled at him as he pounded harder into her, and slapped him hard across the face.

His eyes grew dark above her, and he smirked. He effortlessly flipped her over, never stopping, her breasts pressing against the cool tabletop. He used his hands to pull her up, and he bit into her back, drawing blood. "You are not in control," he growled.

He didn't give her a chance to respond, because with the combination of her light-headedness and their position, she could feel her body begin to tingle. She purred loudly, and tried to thrust back against him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, stretching her neck. She tried grabbing onto something, fingers wrapping around the sides of the table. She screamed as he buried himself fully into her, and she felt herself convulsing around him.

"My beautiful queen," he muttered as he came inside of her.

Jack fiddled with the cuffs keeping him attached to his bed, aware that something was happening inside of Sam's room. His guards wouldn't respond to his questions, and he was growing increasingly frustrated.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Jacob and Janet came back into his room. He could tell that Jacob was not in control, and he laughed internally at the damage he had most definitely caused the older man.

"Hey there, long time no see. Any problems you had to…deal with?" He wriggled his eyebrows.

"Everything's fine now," Janet said simply.

"I don't know, Jacob over there looks pretty upset," he mocked, jerking his chin in his direction.

Jacob didn't respond to him; he just watched him. He had to admit, being under Selmak's gaze was mildly uncomfortable.

"I'm just here to check on some of your vitals," Janet said, walking over to where she kept a chart and different medical instruments.

"Yeah? And what are you here for, Selmak?"

The Tok'ra ignored him at first, and the only sound in the room was Janet's pen scribbling notes onto her patient sheet. Selmak and Jack were having a stare-down, and Janet glanced between the two of them, not sure what to expect to happen.

Finally, Selmak spoke: "We believe we know what is currently ailing you, but we do not know how to cure it."

"Well, once again the Tok'ra are useless. Big surprise there," Jack rolled his eyes dramatically.

Janet glanced at Selmak, catching his eyes. She nodded to him, and Jacob took out his zat gun.

"You won't shoot me - "

"Sorry, Jack." Jacob said, not completely genuine, and shot him. As Jack fell onto his bed, unconscious, Janet took a moment to look at her friend.

"Do you think this is really going to work?"

"Selmak believes the electricity from the shot is strong enough to dilute the other personality, and possibly permanently disable it. It's all we have right now, Janet." He knew they were grasping at straws, but they had to try something. When Teal'c had mentioned that he had seen similar afflictions cured by the same action, Hammond was quick to approve it. Now all they had to do was wait and see if Jack woke up as Jack, and if Jacob was honest with himself, he wasn't prepared for the conversation they were going to have to have if he did.