A/N: Thanks to all of you who've decided this story is worth watching, and to those of you who've reviewed, I appreciate the input. Here's my chapter three, and just a warning, things might slow down a bit after this in relation to postings. And to everyone else, thanks for reading, and please review!

Chapter 3

Jack just stood there, staring at the archaeologist who crouched by the viny mounds. "What do you mean the vines are growing through this guy's skin?" He finally managed to say.

Daniel turned back to the body, pushing some vines out of the way and motioning the others to step closer. "Just what I said, Jack. The vines are popping out through the skin as if it were the ground as opposed to a person's body." Teal'c crouched down next to Daniel on one side, and Jack approached by the other. Daniel pushed at the corpse's arm, grunting in the effort to tip the body on its side. "Here, help me with this." Teal'c lent a hand and they succeeded in levering the body off the ground. "Whoa, that's what I thought, but still, it's unbelievable." Daniel said in a shocked voice.

All three of them looked at the back of the corpse, noticing the evident lack of roots sticking out. The only things coming out of the skin were a few stalks of vine that wrapped around to the top of the body. Jack shook his head. Teal'c turned to Daniel, "If the plants did not grow from the ground through this body, where did they come from?"

"It looks like they came from inside the body. It's what I guessed when I saw them coming through the skin, but don't ask me how they do it." Daniel slowly rested the body back on the ground.

"Y'know, I really gotta stop letting you scientists go off and do your own thing instead of being with the team. We could really use Carter right about now." Jack grumbled, slowly straightening up and brushing off his pants.

"She's an astrophysicist, Jack. Botany isn't really one of her strong suits; I don't even think it's a hobby." Daniel said reproachfully. "Either way, we're on our own on this one."

"Okay, well. There's not really anything we can do with Mr.Greensleeves here, so let's move out. Those Jaffa could come back around any minute." Climbing out on the other side of the ditch, Jack turned around to help Daniel and Teal'c up after him. When they were all back on level ground, he looked around. Picking a direction, he started walking, followed by the others.

"So, Jack. Do you even know where we're going?" Daniel asked, walking up next to Jack as they trudged through more underbrush. "I mean, I know you pride yourself in your excellent sense of direction, but we were running pretty pell-mell back there. I don't think even you could still know which direction is which."

Jack looked over at his friend and smirked. "And there you would be wrong, my directionally-challenged young friend. If I'm right; which, granted, I'm not always; we did a loop around the village and are now on the eastern side, closer to the temple. Isn't that right, Teal'c?" he called back to the Jaffa walking behind them.

"I believe your calculations to be correct, O'Neill." Teal'c nodded once as he continued to scan the woods around them.

"Right. So what's the plan? Where to next?" Daniel asked, changing the subject to cover his apparent lack of navigation skills.

"Back to the Stargate. Hopefully we can slip around the village and up the hill without being seen, and then its goodbye P3X-whatever, and hello Earth." He waved with his hands to emphasize the point.

"But, Jack! We can't just leave! What about the woman? She may need our help." Daniel frowned at Jack. "We can't just leave her here."

Jack swung around to face Daniel. "Oh I'm sure she needs our help, IF she's still alive. What makes you think she is, Daniel?"

"Think about it, Jack. If she was dead, wouldn't we have found her dumped there with the other bodies? They must still have her somewhere in that temple. We have to get her out." Daniel stopped moving, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jack sighed. "Daniel, so help me, if we get killed trying to get this girl out you are so gonna get it!" He turned and started walking in a different direction. "We should try to borrow some less conspicuous clothes from the oh-so-friendly villagers first."

Daniel grinned and clapped his arm around Jack's back. "Thanks, Jack."

"Don't thank me yet." Jack grumbled.

The young woman was suddenly jolted awake from the sound of the cell door clanging open. Lifting her head off the floor, she saw the Jaffa from before stride quickly into the room. Thankfully, he didn't seem to have the metal rod with him. Reaching down, he grabbed her roughly by the arm.

"Get up!" He tugged her, lifting her partway up. She tried to get her feet under her body but failed, and collapsed back onto the floor. "Get up! Your god commands your presence!" The Jaffa kicked her before jerking her arm again.

The woman cried out, desperately trying to get her feet under her. She finally succeeded and stood wavering on her feet. "We have no god. We are free to follow our own path." She said triumphantly.

The Jaffa backhanded her heavily, making her fly back and hit the wall. She crumpled back to the ground. "You shall not speak such blasphemy of your god." Storming over he grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her out of the cell. She kicked and squirmed feebly for a few moments, then went limp in defeat as the Jaffa dragged her down the corridors toward the throne room.

Arriving outside of huge, golden double doors, the Jaffa pushed them open one-handed and continued to drag his cargo into the room. Coming to a halt before the gilded throne, he bowed to the figure that reclined upon it. "My lord, the prisoner, as you requested."

The goa'uld straightened in his seat, looking down at the condition of the young woman sprawled upon the floor. His eyes flashed white as he switched his gaze to the Jaffa. "Did I not order you to bring her here for questioning?" His two-tone voice resonated. The Jaffa merely lowered his head. "How can I question her if she is unconscious!" He propelled himself up off the throne and strode toward the Jaffa. Before he could say more, he heard a moan coming from the prisoner.

"We are kin…why do you treat us this way?" The young woman spoke, her voice barely a whisper. She slowly lifted her head to look up at the extravagantly dressed goa'uld before her. The goa'uld stepped forward and leaned down until his face was inches from her own.

"We are not kin. I am your GOD, Belenus. You will obey me." He then straightened up, reaching out his hand on which a strange contraption was fitted, and pointed it at her face. An orange beam came forth from the object and struck her forehead. Her body was frozen in a silent scream as the pain overwhelmed her.