I hate to admit this but I was done this chapter for roughly three days. I kind of feel guilty...only kind of. I hope you like it.

Chapter 7

Old Wounds

Daniel felt his heart stop for a moment; he didn't know what to do. Tell Qetesh of the plans for her assassination or let it happen. She had proven more then once that she was cruel so why should he care. Hearing the sound of someone coming to the door he fled down the hall and ran into his small room. Laying himself down on the bed he looked up at the ceiling for an hour trying to reach a decision.

"What am I supposed to do?" he mumbled.

"To do about what?" Qetesh laughed as she stepped through the connecting door. "Let me guess, you're finding you can't control yourself around me?" This giggle was hollow it sounded like the Qetesh that he had first met. The other one from earlier had been fragile and weak this one was sure of herself.

"Uh…" Daniel squeaked out as he felt a blush creep onto his face. She sashayed over to him and sat herself down onto his lap and wiggled.

"You should consider yourself lucky, this is much better accommodations that what your friends have." Her nose nuzzled at his neck and she let her pink tongue go down the side.

"Eh, Qetesh…" he whispered as he felt his stomach turn and bile make its way up his throat. Now that he'd seen her other side this side was revolting.

"Don't be shy my little pet," she giggled and crushed her mouth onto his. Her soft lips aggressively took his. When he didn't budge she moved her hand to touch his groin causing him to gasp. Her tongue then darted into his mouth and made it as if she was dining on him.

"Mhmm" Daniel made out as he tried to remove her but her grasp only got tighter.

"Come on Daniel" she whispered before she kissed him again, "react to me. Just a kiss nothing more…" her voice was sultry but their was a hint of danger there. Daniel leaned forward and kissed her taking her tongue into his mouth he suckled at it. The bile was back and his stomach was clenching. "You're a good pet." Tapping his cheek with her hand she moved them to his hair.

"What are you doing?"

"You're hair is long," she smiled wickedly and she ran to the other room. Coming back in she had something behind her back. Grabbing him she forced him into a chair.

"Qetesh?" he questioned until she took out a pair of scissors.

"Don't fret." Grabbing his head she pulled it back and started snipping at it. At first he struggled but each time she pulled his head back harder. Finally she dropped the scissors to the floor and ruffled his hair with her head. It was shorter now, neat but slightly messy. "Look in the mirror my love." Getting up he walked to the mirror and studied himself.

"Not bad." In reality Daniel liked it, it had shed his boyish façade. It looked as if he had grown from teenager to adult in a matter of minutes.

"I'm glad you like it," she purred and licked his ear gently. Turning him around she wrapped her arms around his neck. "How about you give me a kiss in thanks," she whispered. Without waiting for his answer she kissed him thoroughly.

"My lady, sorry to interrupt but you said you were going to check out the mines."

"Of course, thank you for reminding me. I better get going, my pet."

"You're going to check out the mines?" Daniel said in disbelief, silently hoping she would take him.

"You will be staying here, but don't worry. I will tell your friends that you are fairing well and that you extended your greetings."

"Thank you, my lady."

"Our goddess arrives!" a Jaffa barked at the slaves. Jack cocked his head to the side and looked over to the entrance.

"Jack don't move to much," Sam pleaded.

"Don't worry I won't, but I really wish I could go over there and hurt her." As he said this she walked into their view. She looked like she was glowing compared to everything around her. A gold knit dress revealed far more than it covered. She abruptly turned and held onto the gaze from Jack.

"You two are Daniels friends, I presume?" Qetesh questioned cocking her head gently to the side. Her pace was quick until she stood above Jack.

"Yes," they both crocked out.

"Very sad really," she whispered as she sat on the side of the bed and slipped a hand device from her belt. Slipping it on she put it over Jack and it started to glow. His wounds began to bubble then close up. Once she was done she put her head to the side. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you this but…not soon after he began in his job he was killed by rebels when he tried to protect me."

"No," Sam whispered grabbing onto Jacks hand.

"I regret to say this is the truth, but it is…I am sorry." Putting on her best weak smile she got up and headed to the other side of the mine.

"Daniel's dead…" Jack whispered and looked up at Sam, their eyes locking. Too much pain consumed them to even celebrate that Jack was fully healed.

"Daniel, my darling!" Qetesh called as she ran into his bedroom catching him off guard he fell back into the wall. "I have the most horrible news."

"What?" Daniel was now in complete attention. Straightening himself out he walked towards himself and let his hands clasp onto her arms.

"According to the Jaffa, your friends…Jack and Sam died in an accident. They were trying to get to some naquada and rocks went coming down on top of them." Her eyes shone with fake tears.

"Are you lying to me?" he whispered trying to stifle back a sob. Even though he barely knew them they were the only other people he knew here.

"Of course not! Why would I lie to you about something so serious? I am so sorry, my pet." Pressing her body up against his she gave him a gentle kiss. "If you need anything do not be afraid to ask."

"Can I go see where they were buried?" Qetesh shook her head remorsefully.

"I hate to tell you this but they were never able to completely get the rocks off them…they've closed down those particular caves."

"I can't believe it," he whispered and felt himself letting her hold him.

"I am so very sorry, Daniel."

After Qetesh left, Daniel aloud himself to shed a couple tears for the friends he barely knew, the people that had kept him going. Their death was horrible and yet so very close to his parents, the wounds were old but now they were being ripped back open. Now he was alone in this, and he had no idea what to do.

Jack spooned against Sam's back, her sleeping form randomly giving out a shiver. He felt the darkness in his heart being ripped open. Another person had died, another person he had known. Old wounds were back, the sound of a single gunshot and his sons' lifeless body in his arms. He left out a hiccup as he felt tears slide down his cheek.

"Jack, shh" Sam whispered as she turned around and held him as they let themselves both cry for those that they had lost.

Raise your hand if you officially hate Qetesh? I do, I do! While editing this I came up with an excellent idea for a later chapter. I can't wait. Its so evil and yet so good.

I hope you liked it!

- Shinki