Chapter 4: The Whipping of Teal'c, the Jaffa
In his work for Apophis he had never met anyone like her, or like the rest of them. For Jaffa culture women a very clear, traditional role, women just couldn't serve their god the same way men could. That truth had mutated into a societal norm for thousands of years.
Then she showed up. Kiss ass warrior, she was loyal, kind, gentle, but tough as nails, That was all very well and good but it would take some getting used to, then she through him another twist. On top of being a perfect soldier she was the most brilliant scientist in her respective field. A warrior and a scholar who was a woman, the combination was shocking to a traditional Jaffa.
He shouldn't have been. He should have known better, her known her better. But time had dimmed his memories of her. Had dimmed his memories of her fire and the way she moved and smiled. Yet when she had entered the commissary with shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair he couldn't remember why he couldn't remember.
And from the day forward he promised that he would never forget again. He would never hurt her or leave her to be hurt by another again.
When Daniel confided in him the nature of her illness Teal'c was prepared to kill O'Neill.