I completely loved writing this chapter. I got to delve into the cruel side of the Goa'uld which was fun. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 5

Punishment

Qetesh twirled one of her curls as she watched Daniel aggressively read the texts she had provided. Flicking her eyes she looked disapprovingly on one of the women fanning her. Yawning she fanned her mouth with her hand.

"You may leave, slaves," she hissed. Once they bowed frantically they ran out of the room. "Enjoy my present to you?" Cocking her head she grinned evilly. Standing up holding the book he ran to her his eyes with the look of a little boy on Christmas.

"This is amazing! Everything I've hypothesized throughout the years is true and so much more. You have no idea what this knowledge would do to the world, it could change the view on everything as we know it."

"I see you're excited, but I'm pretty sure that a living and breathing goddess," she began running her hands down the sides of her body, "makes a difference all its own."

"Eh, sorry. I got a little excited here. What kind of worlds have you been to? What about the other gods?" he asked excitedly trying to hide his disbelief that she was a god.

"You do not believe I'm a god?" she asked innocently lifting her hand to his cheek. She could almost see him cursing himself for allowing her to see through his façade. "Perfectly well, you will see the truth soon enough."

"Yes, my lady" he coughed out. Leaning forward she slipped his glasses off and took his book putting it on the desk.

"Now, I have a gift for you. You can call it our week anniversary," she laughed. Turning around she gracefully walked towards a dresser and picked up a gold box. Turning around she smiled mischievously beckoning him to come to her. Walking forward he lifted it out of her hands and opened it gently.

Lifting it up he looked at it almost appalled, "a collar?"

"I can't have someone trying to take you from me now, can I? Just say it's an insurance policy." Grabbing the metal collar, painted black with gold clasps and gold writing, she lifted her hands up and clasped it around his neck locking it. "Only I have the key to remove this."

"I'm not exactly comfortable with this," he hissed, "I don't even know what it says."

"It just states that you are the property of Qetesh, please don't take it to seriously. I wouldn't want you making a fuss and me having to punish you. You have too nice of a backside to see it scarred." Licking her lips suggestively she grabbed his hands.

"Um," he began blushing but couldn't think of anything to say.

"Come on Daniel, loosen up." Leaning forward so her lips were barely a whisper from his. "Let me own you, and I will make your life very pleasurable." Crushing her lips on his she aggressively kissed him trying to get him to give in.

"Qetesh," he mumbled pulling her away from him. Her eyes were wide with disbelief.

"You deny me?" her voice thick with shock.

"My goddess," a Jaffa began as he walked in, "a couple of the tau'ri here seek an audience with you.

"We will continue this later, Daniel. Now you will come with me," waving her hand she led Daniel down the halls towards the audience hall. Daniel gulped as he watched the way she moved, he had pissed her off and somehow he didn't think it would help him or whoever wanted to speak with her.

"What is it that you want?" Qetesh asked sitting down on her throne Daniel standing against the wall. The tau'ri gulped and opened their mouths wide but shut them again. "Hurry up, I'm a very busy person." They were quiet again. "I haven't got all day!" she hissed her eyes glowing gold once again.

"I'm sorry my goddess," one of them spoke up.

"Your men have taken over our homes, and most of us don't have anywhere to stay!" the other man pleaded. Raising her right eyebrow she looked back at Daniel and grinned.

"What do you want me to do about it? My men need places to stay to."

"Not to be rude, but can't your men stay in your ships," the first one blurted out.

"They have to keep you peasants under control somehow don't they? They can't very well do that from here."

"I guess my lady," the second one whispered. Suddenly a loud clap was heard. Qetesh raised her hand causing a barrier to surround her. A bullet spun into it with a flash it fell to the ground and rolled. Eyes flashing gold she met the eyes of the man hiding away on one of the beams.

"Sha'lokma'kor!" her voice had become hollow almost mechanical. Standing up she walked a couple feet towards those that stood before her. "Ke'I!" she yelled at them when they did nothing she walked forward and grabbed one of them and pushed them to the ground forcing them to kneel.

"My goddess, we have him," a Jaffa announced pulling the young man towards her. Turning back her eyes looked like they were on fire and her eyes locked on Daniels and somehow he knew no matter what happened to these three men would be his fault.

"A kek hasshak. Ya duru!" Jaffa rushed from the sides of the room and grabbed the two men before her.

Daniel frantically tried to translate what she said and when he figured it out his eyes filled with dread. "My goddess," he yelled as he walked swiftly towards her. "Are you not forgetting to perform, what was it you called it?" Squeezing his eyes shut he concentrated on the word remembering he could never figure out what it meant. "A Mal Doran?"

"You are correct," her voice normal again. "Why did you try and kill me?"

"We will not be in slaved!" the man yelled, "I am not the only one that wants you dead."

"What do you think Jaffa, should he be punished?" They all motioned to say yes. "Mal Doran done. Sha'lokma'kor!" she yelled again. "These two will also be killed for your insolence. Jaffa, do it in front of a crowd make it a message to them!" A group of Jaffa dragged them out screaming.

"Qetesh," Daniel pleaded.

"Never again, try and think that your actions wont have consequences." Grabbing his chin she roughly pulled him closer to her. "You will soon learn, that I am not one you want as your enemy."

"My lady what is it you want done with his weapon?" another Jaffa asked stepping forward.

"I want all these weapons confiscated and destroyed."

"Not all the weapons on earth can be easily disposed of," Daniel stated. If he couldn't save those men's lives then he my as well keep as many people alive as he could. "They are called atomic bombs, or you can just say nuclear warheads. A single one can destroy up to 100's of miles. They also have even worse after effects. Mutations, permanent damage on the land and plants."

"Why would you create such devastating weapons just to kill your fellow man?" Qetesh asked almost disgusted with what she was hearing. "These sound like crude weapons. Well have all weapons of that kind sent to one of my bases under lock and key until we find a proper way of destroying them!" Another group of Jaffa marched out.

"Thank you."

"You're thanking me? I only wish them gone because if they were to destroy what I have gained then all my work is for nothing." Lifting her hand to his face he flinched. "You can go back to your studies" she began her face suddenly looking drained, "its time for me to go into the sarcophagus."

"Are you alright?" he forced out trying to act like he cared. Grabbing her arm he tried to balance her.

"I am fine, I just skipped my last rest period. That's all. Oh, and we will be entertaining a guest soon. A ship of his Jaffa are coming to represent him, sadly you will not be able to meet Apophis." His shock face made her smile. Turning around she made her way towards her room.

Daniel had his head pressed into the palms of his hands trying to hold back his frustration at himself. All because he had annoyed her three men were dead; well two of them were his fault the other one probably would have died either way.

"Damn it!" he hissed as he scrunched his face looking angrily down at his book. Running his hands through his hair he stood and walked towards the window looking longingly at the city. Suddenly thoughts of Jack and Sam filled his head. Were they okay?

"I will be patrolling around the city tomorrow or the day after depending on when Apophis' Jaffa come. Though if something comes up we may have to push it off. You will be coming along." Turning around his eyes looked almost excited but they were rimmed with anger.

"Thanks," he forced out.

"Being angry with me won't change anything." Walking forward she stood beside him. "I told you I could be cruel."

Jack collapsed down onto the hard flat and covered his face. He could feel Sam watching him intently. Both of them covered in sweat and dirt. Opening one of his eyes he grinned at her.

"Think Jackson's having as much fun as us?" he said sarcastically getting Sam to smile. Walking over she sat down beside him causing him to sit up.

"The chances that he's actually alive are just as small as the chances that they will find that Naquada that they're getting us to mine."

"That bad, eh? Well let's just look on the bright side. We're both here keeping each other sane and hopefully Jackson has found himself a lovely library full of dusty books."

"Okay, fine. We'll be optimistic but still…" she began but he lifted up his finger and touched her lips with it.

"Quiet now, lets get some sleep" grabbing her he pulled her beside him and they both tried to doze of. They shared a bed for many reasons, so they wouldn't feel alone, for protection, and the mere fact they weren't usually supplied with blankets.

"You don't smell very good, Jack" Sam giggled wrinkling her nose.

"Haven't smelled yourself lately, Carter?" he laughed when she glared at him.

"Stop calling me by my last name," she laughed and decided to add something on, "sir."

Cocking his head he laughed at her as she looked at him intently. "Night Sam." After a couple minutes when he was sure she was asleep he mutter out "Night Carter."

"I heard that, Jack."

"D'oh."

To be continued…

I hope you injoyed this chapter. I didn't plan on doing a Jack/Sam scene for awhile but I just couldn't resist. Oh and here's some translations, I was just going to keep some of the parts in english but then it wouldn't be realistic.

Sha'lokma'kor ---- get them/kill them
Ke'I ---- kneel
A kek hasshak. Ya duru! ---- these expletive of choice are to weak to live. Take them/execute them.

I hope you liked it and review with your thoughts. Hugs to all.

- Shinki