Possession

By Onyx-dreams

I do not own SG-1 or its characters. Nor do I own any other popular pop culture references such as Star Wars.


He scowled heavily at the screen in front of him. He knew the galaxy was really big, but come on. There had to be an easier way to sniff out huge space ports in this database. So far all he was coming upon were backwater planets with little to no population. Good for smuggling, not so good for either finding work or for sniffing around for hints on where Vala may have gone. Daniel kept keying though multiple planets at random hoping he might stumble across one that looked promising. After having sat here for an hour and a half, having woken up from his 6 hour nap, he was rather antsy to get on his way.

He sighed, his head resting on one arm while his other hand tapped away on the input pad, scrolling though planet to planet, glimpsing at the size of the first major city or town that sat on the description to the left of the image. Finally one ended up catching his eye. He leaned forward.

"Planet: Stalvmeer. Major Spaceport: Kandour; population: 1 million. Possesses space docks to comfortably house Hatak class vessels. Major trade post."

Daniel grinned. Finally. Progress. He checked the coordinates for the planet and relayed them to the navigation computer on the bridge. The nice thing is that he didn't always have to be up there to fly his ship. Might cause him trouble in the end or it might help him, he wasn't sure, but it was nice to not have to walk all the way there in this reasonably large ship.

He felt the gentle hum of the engines as they came to life and the stealthed ship took off from its hiding place on the ground. Now that he was underway…he glimpsed his reflection in the monitor in front of him. He still looked like a Daniel Jackson of the Tau'ri, glasses or not. Time to fully transform into Hans Olo. There wasn't anything he could really do to change his eye color unless he wanted to wear contacts again, and that really didn't suit his fancy. And for a change in hair color, he'd always wondered what he would look like with black hair. Let his hair grow out a little again also, but definitely not to where it was when he first joined SGC. He shuddered remembering that. The bowl cut was a no-no. He wanted it just long enough to where he could slick it back a little.

He walked into the bathroom and snooped around a bit seeing what the Tok'ra might have left him with to play around with. One cupboard revealed a very complex makeup kit. Scars, bruises, stitches, ways to change the outline of his face. Very impressive. He reached over to another cupboard to find it filled with shampoo and soaps. Not what he was interested in at the moment. Moving on, the next one revealed clippers and razors. Getting warmer. The cupboard next to the one of clippers contained what he was looking for. Bottles of different dyes of varying shades.

"Jackpot. Come to Daniel."

He grabbed the bottle labeled black in goa'uld. "This will be an adventure. Never dyed my hair before." Daniel hefted it a couple times, flipping the bottle around to find that the tok'ra were nice enough to leave instructions.

"And down the rabbit hole we go." Daniel spoke aloud as he began to strip to take a shower.


He stepped out of the shower, toweling himself off before grabbing a robe off of a hook on the wall. Once he had it secured, he walked over to the mirror and smiled at himself.

"Rather dashing if I say so myself. Black isn't half bad."

When he had read the instruction he was pleased to find that the dye had a special property where it continued to dye the root of his hair until he used a negating conditioner that was amongst the bottles of dye. Oh how the women on Earth would go apeshit over this stuff. And oh how the hair care companies would cry themselves to sleep at night at the huge loss in revenue. He smirked a little at that.

Oh the temptation.

Returning his view to the mirror he really was pleased with the results. He knew his normal shade of brown hair was very light, almost sandy. So going to black was a somewhat dramatic change. Lucky his eyebrows were dark or he would have issues. Though because the dye was smart he could dye his weekend scruff to give a more rugged look to himself, which also appealed to him. Oh he loved the tok'ra right now.

He walked back to his room and sifted through all the provided clothing. There was a rather large variety, some looking more like disguises than clothing but then, in his experience the galaxy had a very strange wardrobe. For now he pulled out a pair of leather buckskin looking pants that sat nice and loose and pulled them on, opting to walk around shirtless and barefoot for a while. He continued sifting through all the clothes, matching up several outfits to suit his tastes.

He tried to suppress the sudden feeling that he was acting very much like a woman right now, what with hair dyes and clothing matching. Vala would be poking immense fun at him or she would be joining in…it was hard to tell which at the moment…Vala would be prone to either extreme.

After an hour of poking around all the clothing in his room, he decided he was bored already. He padded back to the console and continued to skim through the planetary database, taking notes on the Tok'ra intelligence about what goa'uld system lords owned what space and what was being controlled by the Lucian Alliance. There were many goa'uld planets controlled by minor system lords he'd never heard of.

He took special note of a single minor system lord who only owned a single planet and had shown no expansion in power for almost a thousand years. It had no Stargate either. Bastet.

A dual personality goddess, one of fierce warrior, the other the protector of home and bringer of good fortune, music, dance and joy. This intrigued him immensely that this Bastet hadn't made a huge power play in such a long time. The Tok'ra labeled her as a non-threat and had little to no intel on her current existence or even if she was alive. Very intriguing. It took a lot for the Tok'ra to ignore any goa'uld. The overall sketch of the planet showed that it was heavily wooded with three major oceans and six continents. There were many signs of crops and irrigation and a limited technology amongst the populace as lights could be seen from the dark side of the planet. Otherwise there was no other information.

It also appeared that other goa'uld ignored Bastet where she secluded herself. Also very intriguing. Nothing he was willing to do about it right now as his goal was to retrieve Vala, but he definitely took note of it for after he got her back.

He continued flipping through the list of planets, taking more notes about all the rulers and alliances in the different areas of space. The SGC would go nuts for this information. There were entire civilizations that the Tok'ra knew about but had never shared. They really had been stingy little bastards.

Bored with surfing planets he began flipping through the archives looking up different technologies aboard his ship. Most were located in his medical ward and it did help him a bit to learn how they worked. The Tok'ra had even indicated that they had left a needle in one of the drawers that would put naqueda into his system so he could operate many goa'uld devices that he would otherwise be helpless to turn on.

He rubbed his eyes and found that he had wasted almost the hours perusing the database. He also knew that he had barely scratched the surface of the information in it. His stomach rumbled and he decided that it was time to see if he could stomach Tok'ra space food.

He wandered around the kitchen opening various cabinets and occasionally opening a package and sampling their contents. Most wasn't actually half bad but there was one item he encountered that he was positive tasted like sardines much to his horror. He sifted through a few drawers and to his delight and shock, there was a cook book hand written in goa'uld. Though he still didn't know what each food was, he now had instructions on how to cook it. Though he made note to make wide berth of the sardine food.

He held the cook book up on its spine and let it fall open to a random page. "And today Hans will be eating…whatever this is…"

He managed to stumble his way through following the instructions and sat down to eat his rather odd looking food. "You'd think that after seven years I'd be used to eating weird shit. But no…now I'm eating weird shit that is space food too…the alien version of MREs. My stomach is going to hate me."

He dug into his food and found that it was actually very good all things considered. Finishing his plate off, he put everything away and washed what needed to be washed.

His eyes were starting to itch a bit again and the food had made him tired on top of the hours he had spent perusing the database. He walked over to his console and checked to see how long it would be before he arrived at Stalvmeer. It would still be a couple days. Yawning, he switched the console off and went to his bed room, turned off the lights and laid down. He could sleep for a whole day and be fine for time. Before he knew it, he was passed out.


Jackson's next day dragged by and he knew he was already beginning to suffer cabin fever. He had none of his books to read over and none of his StarGate archeologist work to do for the SGC…

He had changed into some new clothes, and he had to adhere a set costume to fit his sense of humor for his first space port visit. Blue slacks, white dress shirt, vest, zat belts slung on his waist, boots up to his knees…and of course he had found a way to integrate Vala's barrette into his wardrobe. It was slung around leather thong around his neck that he had managed to create by dicing up a pair of those leather-like pants. He had welded it shut so it wouldn't spring open if he got slammed into something.

He was now awaiting for the computer to drop out of hyperspace and give docking codes to the space port on the ground. And what a long wait it was turning into. He was very ready to get to business in exchanging information and gaining some street credit so that he could start pulling favors.

He would have to be very careful with himself though. His enthusiasm for other cultures could get him pulled off course or revealed if he wasn't too careful. Sighing, he rechecked the interface for the 5th time. To his relief, he saw that the ship was dropping out of hyperspace now.

He felt a slight shudder as the hyperspace engines dropped out and the subspace engines kicked back in. Walking to the bridge, he sat in the pilot's chair and listened as his computer began banter with the spaceport's, negotiating for a landing clearance. It took a matter of seconds for the exchange to take place and he had been authorized to land on platform WFL-3276, on the outskirts of the main city Kandour. The computer provided a list of, from what Daniel could tell, overpriced hostels and hotels. Thankfully the port he was stationed in allowed him to stay in his own ship due to its distance from the main streets of the city. Those located closer cost more and didn't let you stay in your own ship, forcing payment for the expensive hostels and hotels.

It took about fifteen minutes for his ship to conclude landing and he gained clearance to depart his craft whenever he wished. Daniel now had to decide if it was worth making trips to higher end neighborhoods or if seedy activity was more his forte. If he went upscale and dealt with seedy later it might end up ruining any rapport he may establish. And that would not be acceptable unless seedy was the only option left for getting the information he needed, and even then his upscale reputation might make things easier at that point that time.

"Decisions decisions…"

He walked back to the database console and booted it up to interface with the city's infrastructure, bringing up lists of bars both in what appeared to be upscale sectors and the seediest ones he could find. He wasn't out to go broke immediately so he selected the more middle ground of the upscale bars. If he managed to gain enough wealth and influence with his initial loan of naqueda from the Tok'ra, he go ahead and graduate to the elite society and sniff around.

Pulling out a goa'uld data pad, he recorded locations for each then pocketed the pad and the page turning stone.

"Into the rabbit hole again." He turned and exited his al'quesh, setting up all the external security measures the computer had informed him would be highly recommended to be put in place. After completing that, he started out in his new Vala-hunting life.


The bar was a wonder in and of itself to Daniel. To know that technology that was only available to the SGC on Earth was common place out here in the galaxy. Holograms, anti-gravity, artificial intelligences, and a myriad of things that even the Tok'ra didn't have in their possession. It was mind boggling to say the least. And he was doing his best to keep his awe contained and act like he was familiar with it all.

He sat at a far booth to see that the table had a built in touch screen menu. Everything was, to his relief, written in goa'uld as standard language. He paged through a rather impressive drink menu, only recognizing a few select alcoholic drinks that were intensely potent in order to affect a goa'uld's sobriety. And he definitely didn't want to get smashed in a single sip. He found if he highlighted different drinks, there were different numbers assigned next to each. The goa'uld drinks had higher numbers, making Daniel believe that those that possessed lower numbers had lower alcohol contents.

He had made a tiny stop in a seedier district to trade a miniscule amount of his naqueda for the credits necessary to make purchases in the city. He was pleased to see he did indeed carry a significant amount of credits for that small bit of naqueda. The dealer was impressed with the quality and had added a bonus when he had found out its purity. To Daniel's amusement, the dealer had asked if he had anymore and if he was willing to do more business later.

After a bit of browsing, Daniel had selected a drink that wasn't too far down the list but he felt wouldn't knock him out after a whole glass. He pressed the "credit card" (for a lack of a better description) down on the sensor to pay for it, then sat back and observed the people chatting away in the environment. He picked up as much of the conversation going on nearby as he could, hoping to pick up something of use to him. The Tok'ra were correct in the aspect of giving him a collector's persona. It afforded him the opportunity to sniff out "collector's" items. Be this information or physical items, it allowed him to search and sift whatever channels he deemed necessary to find whatever he wanted.

A snippet of conversation to his right caught his attention as his drink was delivered by a beautiful woman with some, and very oddly, natural neon purple hair. She also had no iris color, her whole eye being white minus black pupils. She smiled at Daniel, revealing razor sharp teeth before she turned and walked away. The conversation went as such:

"…and I need to find someone to make the purchase. Having it with me is getting dangerous. It is very rare and very wanted. Such a store of rare knowledge could likely have me killed on the spot. You said you knew of a potential buyer?"

"I'm sorry. That's what I came here to notify you about. Apparently he crossed the Lucian Alliance when he tried to hijack a shipment of kasa and got himself killed in the process. I must apologize for his careless behavior but the Lucian Alliance has achieved its goal of addicting the galaxy to its crazy concoction. The price has been so jacked up due to Tau'ri intervention that it appears pirating the stuff from the Alliance is the only way to affordably attain any of it."

"Do you have any other person? Even those with the most fleeting interest? For those rich enough to hide it, it is a great collector's item."

"I know that. However, I know of no one else willing to take the burden of having that thing in their possession. Even I, a great connoisseur of artifacts, want nothing to do with it because of the danger involved."

"Very well. It was good doing business with you."

Daniel made sure to watch the speaker stand to leave. He took in all the details about his looks and height. Unfortunately no names were exchanged which was likely for safety and for good reason. His interest was peaked though, his archeology senses tingling like crazy and his fingers itching for something of possible historic value to look over. He'd been so damned bored with star travel that something to pour over and study would be a god send.

Now was better than never to truly engage into his new persona. He picked up his drink, which he made sure to taste to see if it was palatable- it was-, and went to sit next to the man who had stayed in the booth.

Daniel's jaw dropped as he finally registered who it was. "Out of all the damn people to bump into in this damn galaxy, it had to be you…"

"Why Daniel Jackson! How good it is to see you! And how is my baby girl doing?"

"Well Jacek…you aren't going to like what I have to say, and I take full responsibility for it…"


Vala groaned as her world slowly came to. Thankfully whatever had been used to knock her out didn't leave an atrocious headache as most are wont to do. The last thing she remembered…

Oh god…it was like her worst nightmare come true…except that would be Ba'al…or Anubis…but this came in a very, very close third. She went to sit up and felt dizzy, but also felt dainty hands pressing her back down into something soft that she was laying down on.

"Please miss, you are not well yet after being delivered to the Harem. You must rest some more. Here, drink this. It will help you sleep until the agent used to knock you out has worn off."

Vala turned to look at the woman who was addressing her, and was first struck by how immensely beautiful she was. Lustrous, silky brown hair that flowed to her buttocks and hazel eyes that were kohl rimmed and doe-like. Vala gave her a weak smile. "What is your name?"

"I am Tahira. Please. Drink."

Vala nodded and took the glass of orange looking juice. She sipped it and grimaced. It tasted horrible. Like that ridiculous vegetable juice she'd caught Sam drinking more than once. Vala finished it anyways, and felt herself enter into a hazy state where she quickly fell asleep.

The next time Vala woke up, she felt considerably more clear headed than the last time she had woke up. Glancing around her surroundings, she found a plush environment filled gorgeous women in varying states of dress and undress. Looking down she found that her Playboy SG-1 uniform had been replaced with something that eerily resembled clothing from her past that she wanted nothing to do with. She was dressed as the queen she tried to remove from her psyche. As Qe'tesh. With minute differences. Her gold wristbands had been changed to manacles, and her necklace had been changed into a collar. Vala bit back tears. She knew Qe'tesh would come back to bite her in the ass. All the system lords she had pissed off while possessed by the symbiote…and now Charon had possession of her host…

Charon was one of those patient son of a bitches that could wait millennia before exacting his revenge out of left field. For some reason Charon favored very ugly hosts, and he was very nasty in demeanor to match his ugly exterior.

Charon…the boatman of the river Styxx…if you could not pay the price, you were abandoned to suffer floating in a sort of damned purgatory. Not a man to piss off…

Charon had always been somewhat of an oddity among the system lords…he appealed to his human servants rather than domineer them. And he had never been huge on vast tracts of space. He consolidated his power so it was very hard to tear from him, and he'd been overly willing to sit on the side lines and watch his fellow system lords rip themselves to shreds. It seemed to provide him with amusement, watching them fall to one another and stab each other in the back. This was also a reason why he had never popped up on the Tau'ri danger radar. He was evil yes, but his power plays were very slow moving.

Vala stood from her pallet of pillows and started to wander her new prison. She quickly caught sight of the woman who had told her to sleep for a while longer. Walking over to her, she sat next to her on a new set of pillows.

"Tahira."

"Vala, you're awake! Feeling more aware now I hope. Our lord Charon is looking forward to meeting you. He seems to know you from long ago. You must be blessed to know him. He is very kind to us here in the Harem. Although it may earn you much jealousy which is why I have been assigned to care for you within the Harem. Lord Charon cares that you have a comfortable life. Are you thirsty Vala?"

Vala sat and thought for a moment then nodded. "I am. Do you have any water?"

"Sadly no. Lord Charon insists we drink only what he provides, which is the orange colored drink. Before you ask, none of us know what is in it. We simply consume it because it is Lord Charon's wish."

Vala's nose crinkled but simply nodded her head as she watched Tahira stand and grab a pitcher, pouring the strange liquid into a clear glass. Handing it to Vala, she sat back down.

"How do you know Lord Charon?"

Vala quickly downed her drink, trying not to taste it. "It's a long story that I have very little desire to recite or remember. Please do not be offended, but my past is not something I discuss lightly. Not even with people I trust implicitly."

"No offense taken Vala. Many here have abandoned their past, forgotten it because of the wondrous lifestyle that Lord Charon has given us. We never go hungry, we are loved, we are pampered, we are allowed to follow whatever education we desire be it mathematics, physics, the arts, martial arts…whatever we wish."

Vala was slightly stunned. This did not sound like Charon at all…

"Has anyone ever tried to escape before?"

"Goodness yes. A few new arrivals have attempted escape before. But Charon has always let them go. They had only to request to leave. Though most of us are purchased as slaves, he will always set us free if we desire."

Vala was suddenly getting a very uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. No goa'uld in their right mind would just let their financial investments run away without exacting some form of punishment. And something about the way Tahiri was looking at her gave her goosebumps. Made her hair stand on end. That dreamy look was that of someone drugged. Did Charon now possess something like Hathor's pheromones?

It was obvious that these women did not know what real fate befell those who had sought freedom. Charon would not want his well manicured harem to go nuts so she could see why he would with hold such fates from those who were more than happy to serve him.

Tahiri got up and poured two more glasses of the drink and handed one to Vala while drinking one herself. "Is not Lord Charon's kasa drink amazing? It is filling with all the nutrients needed so we do not need to consume food."

And now Vala's stomach really did drop. Kasa. Or in Cam's words, space corn. Highly addictive after just one ingestion…and she had had two cups of it already…oh no…


Daniel had sat with Jacek for over three hours at the bar. Once he had explained what had happened to Vala, he was surprised to find that while Jacek was immediately concerned, he was not angry.

"My daughter is much like I am. Pig-headed, easily angered, frankly stupid when upset, and just not always easy to get along with. Her attitude is mainly a product of me while her looks are all her mother's. I'm not surprised she annoyed you and you snapped at her. I don't blame you. I bet the same thing has happened numerous times before with her stalking off angrily. It just happened to be that someone was lurking just this once. Bad luck."

Jacek reached over and patted Daniel on his upper arm comfortingly. "Look Mr. Jackson, I know my daughter didn't exactly endear me to the SGC, but she is my daughter and I do love her contrary to any of her claims. I appreciate that you trust me enough to tell me what befell my daughter. And I am touched that you would abandon your post on Earth to look for my daughter. And because of that, I want to help you look and I want you to help me look for her. What can I do to help you?"

Daniel looked at Jacek, pinning him with his most serious, no nonsense look. If it worked to tell Vala it was time to stop acting like a moron, he was sure it would work on her father. "I am trying to scour different information channels. I was going to start off high end as I have a good amount of highly refined weapon's grade naqueda in my possession for trade. For right now, I just want to be a collector that happens to also pick up any galactic gossip while making trades. If that ends up not getting me what I need, I will resort to more Vala-like company and gamble and pillage to get what I need. But only as a last resort."

Jacek nodded his head. "I can help get you in contact with as many traders and collectors as I can. I have a bunch of contacts around the galaxy. However, I am going to have to leave now and start dropping your name as an interested buyer of items and information leading to items. What name are you going by anyways? I'm sure you're Tau'ri name would get you more problems than help."

"You're correct. I am going by Hans Olo. Secure subspace communication can reach me at frequency KVR48710. Hail word is Kashyyk. If anyone is serious about making a trade that is how they can reach me. Otherwise I am going to stay as far off the main grid as I can."

Jacek nodded. He then stood up from the table. "Well then Mr. Olo, I must be on my way. I will use my seedier contacts to pull what I can in information and relay it to you."

Daniel stood and shook Jacek's hand. "Let us find her Jacek. I've lost her too many times, this will be the last time I will ever let her out of my sight, angry at me or not. As a side note, would you be adverse to me pursuing your daughter's hand?"

Jacek's face immediately darkened and he drew very close to Daniel and whispered harshly into his ear. "This is my baby girl, my only family. First we need to find her. Then we'll discuss how happy I am about how unhappy you make her on a regular basis." He then drew away and plastered his cheesy Jacek smile on his face. "Well it was nice doing business with you Mr. Olo. I will be in contact with you soon."

Jacek turned and walked quickly out of the bar, leaving a stunned Daniel. That was the first, very real, very true emotion he had ever seen out of Jacek. And it scared him. A lot. Just like when Vala got really and truly upset. Not annoyed, not mildly peeved, but when he truly said something hurtful and over the line where even Cam had slugged him across the face on more than one occasion.

Daniel leaned back in his little booth and took a deep breath. He had one ally out here now at least. Time to start getting others. He slugged down the last of his drink, left a tip, then walked out and headed back to his al'quesh for a long night's sleep. Tomorrow he would farm for other contacts on his own while Jacek ran from planet to planet getting others.


A/N: Hope it's good. Also hope no one is too mad at me bringing in Jacek. Going to be bringing in at least one other major (that I made up) character in a chapter or two. And she's the one I'm *really* interested in introducing. I still have to decide what to name her though. And yes, the primary name is Bastet but that is the goa'uld, not the host…I'm caught between Buer, Lahash, or Pinem'e. What do you think?