A:N: Originally this chapter was the ending of chapter one. Esh. Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks for those who reviewed

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Chapter Four

Friend or Foe?

She heard the sound of the staff fire from outside the pyramid. She came to a stop, her eyes turned to look out of the nearest window. The team of humans, Tok'ra and the Jaffa were under heavy fire from the Jaffa loyal to Uadjet. They weren't her responsibility but without help they wouldn't be able to get off the planet without severe casualties.

The choice that always pieced her off. Her mission or allies that needed her help. They were her allies at least she hoped they were. All but Jonas Quinn. She didn't blame him for wanting to kill her. She killed someone he loved, but she had a reason.

The other's though, the Tok'ra and the other humans.

"Dammit." She muttered and jumped onto the ledge of the window.

With the right degree of spacing between her feet she could make it down the side of the pyramid by sliding down. She'd rather not though but she didn't have much of a choice in that matter either.

She looked around for rope or something to slow her descent. The cloth used for decoration that was wrapped around the pyramid would help slow her descent perfectly.

She extended her legs out over the edge of the window to get the cloth and pull it in. It wasn't sewn in. This had to be one of her stupider ideas. She pulled on the cloth, it moved rather quickly to give her slack. She gave a sigh of annoyance. At the very least it would slow her descent a teeny bit.

"Going somewhere?" A voice said from behind her.

The assassin stepped back into the hallway, pulling the cloth in with her. Without a second thought she swung her fist high striking Uadjet in the face. The blow alone had knocked the Goa'uld flat on her back. The Goa'uld flashed her eyes at her.

"Actually yes I was." She told her jumping out of the window.

Her hands held tightly to the cloth as she began her very fast decent.

Uadjet stood up only seconds after the assassin had delivered the blow. The little creature had been too quick for her and already made it out the window.

She gave an outcry of anger as she looked out the window and watched the little beast descend down the side of her pyramid. Something else caught her eye. The moving of the cloth she had used for decoration, a gift from Ra himself. The little beast must have been using it to drop herself from her pyramid.

She gave out another roar of anger; her hands reached down and pulled from her belt a knife. With all her might she began to cut through the cloth but the damn thin was thick. Before she had made it all the through she looked down to see the assassin halfway down her pyramid.

Then she cut the last bit of the cloth.

They were stuck in the dead fire with the Jaffa. There had to be at least fifty firing at them and they were coming closer every time they fire.

O'Neill, Jackson, and the two Tok'ra had made it back to the gate but they couldn't get to the DHD without someone standing the chance of getting shot and killed.

Something drew his attention away from the fighting though.

A scream. It sounded like a woman.

Horus looked to Jacob and nodded with a smile.

The Jaffa turned didn't even phase at the scream. They continued onward, they had their orders and they would follow them until the last of them stood.

"Jacob!" O'Neill shouted as he fired his staff weapon. His blast struck the Jaffa in the chest and it collapsed. "Was that scream good or bad?"

"Good!" Horus yelled back instead of Jacob and he pulled his body back to avoid getting struck again. "Within minutes the pyramid should be nothing but ruins!"

The assassin lay on her back, blood trickling out of her mouth. She screamed again at the sudden twinges of pain that ran up and down her body. She was bleeding from hundreds of lacerations all over her flesh. The cuts weren't even the worse of her problems.

Her back had been broken, but not bad enough for her to grow too concerned about. Concentrating on the broken vertebrae she brought her body to heal itself. Within minutes her back slipped back into its normal position. It wouldn't hold for very long but it would have to do.

She stood and began to move.

Hard to believe that her broken back was the least of her worries now.

Jackson looked to the left side of the temple. He thought he saw something moving but he couldn't be sure. Then he saw movement again, nothing major but still.

Once again the shadow of something moving came out of the corner of his eye. This time it wasn't settle at all. It was her. The assassin. She was limping badly but instead of running towards them she was running at the Jaffa.

"Jack!"

O'Neill looked back to Jackson to see him pointing at something. He focused on what Jackson was pointing at. He saw her too.

"Ah hell."

He continued to fire at the Jaffa. The sound of someone on their side getting hit made him turn and look over at Carter. Her arm had been grazed but she got back up and began firing again, not ready to give up just yet.

The assassin began to make an attack run from behind the Jaffa. They were so focused on the others at the gate that they didn't even notice her coming up behind them.

Her leg was broken in several places but was healing quickly as she began to pick up the pace. The lacerations that had been inflicted on her by the Jaffa earlier where opening wider as she healed her internal wounds too quickly for her out wounds to stand.

It was a small price to pay for her to focus all her strength and natural ability to heal on her injured leg and back. The only thing she would suffer from would be a drain of not being able to heal the lacerations and deeper cuts that had been made after the battle. If she wasn't killed here she would die of loss of blood after the Tau'ri had left with the Tok'ra.

She looked to her left and saw the blast cannon. A smirk spread briefly across her face.

Her leg had healed completely now but the old wounds had opened wider. Blood spilled from her wounds and began to mix with the sand. She reached the canon; it didn't take long to charge up. Using her keen senses she brought the huge weapon around and fired on the Jaffa that she had been dealing with for the last month.

The cannon blast struck the front half of the Jaffa and their numbers diminished from fifty to fewer than fifteen. O'Neill looked to Jackson and waved him to the DHD.

"Get that damn thing open now!"

He turned around to look to the assassin begin running from behind the Jaffa again. Something was different about her though. She was covered in a lot of red. Blood. From the last time he had seen her she had gained a lot of injuries. More than seemed possible.

He watched as she pulled out a knife from her belt and it began to glow.

His gaze was broken when he came under fire again. The Jaffa were now fighting hand to hand combat.

Teal'c brought the blunt end of his staff into one of the Jaffa's face. Quinn was lending a hand, fist really as well. A Jaffa grabbed him from behind and he yelped as the huge man began to crush his arm. Before the Jaffa could finish he was stabbed in the back. The others finished off the rest with the zats and staff weapons.

Jackson had gotten the gate open in that time period. The assassin stood at the top of the gate. It was taking all of her might to remain standing. She was so weak.

Horus looked up at her. Her breathing was so heavy he knew it wasn't right. She didn't need to breath so often. He stared at her wounds everyone did. Blood rolled off her flesh and onto the gate platform.

Malik stood next to her. "What's wrong?"

"I broke my back and my leg.." She mumbled softly pushing him away. "I can't heal anymore.."

"You did not get those injuries here did you?" Her eyes shut tightly to reveal the amount of pain she was in. When her eyes opened again they were pure white then changed back to their normal colors. She gasped in pain before she tumbled backwards into the gate. The team looked to Horus. "That wasn't intentional."

Jackson looked over at Quinn then back to O'Neill. "I dialed Langara Jack. If they see her they'll kill her no questions asked."

Horus made it through first followed by everyone else.

They exited the gate, the Langarian military stood with guns out ready to fire. O'Neill held up his hands. "Hey it's only us!"

Carter looked down at the ground. Blood. Lots of it as well, it formed a trail that would take a while to follow since it seemed she moved around in order to prevent any more harm than she already had received. She gave a sigh and looked over to O'Neill then back to the Langarians.

She saw the squad leader that she and Teal'c had spoken to earlier, Lambert. He nodded to the rest of his team and order their guns lowered.

He walked up to Carter. "She came through only moments before you did. Little bastard moved quick for how banged up she was."

"Where did she go?"

He shrugged with a shake of his head. "She hit some of us before we could get to see where she went. We shot at her several times and I think we hit her. We're following the blood trail and I'm going to overlook the vids."

"I'll come with you." Carter told him and she began to follow him after O'Neill okayed it.

He looked to Quinn. "Can you dial up earth so we can get a communication through?"

"Jack if we open the assassin could run through the gate." Jackson told him. "The iris would kill her as soon as she stepped through the gate."

"She deserves death." Quinn hissed to him.

"Dammit she just saved your life and ours!" O'Neill shouted at Quinn who looked to him. "So knock it off. Until we know more about her she stays alive." He looked over at Horus as he began to walk towards the council room Jackson, Teal'c and Jacob followed them. "Tell me Horus why was or little brat bleeding so much?"

"I don't know her body should have healed by now." Horus stopped and looked over at Jacob and Malik who also stopped. "But we cannot assist you any longer." O'Neill stopped and stared at him. "I have information to report to the Tok'ra."

"What about opening the gate?"

"Yeah wouldn't she try to get through it again?" Malik questioned instead of the others,.

Jacob looked to Malik understanding their strange friendship. "It's a possibility."

"I doubt it." Horus retorted and looked to Jackson. "Her wounds were not made from the battle or from where ever she had managed to come from."

He turned his gaze back to O'Neill who looked confused. "Not even I had seen some of those wounds before. Nevs's body structure is supposed to heal wounds quickly. If she had focused all of her power into a major injury it draws all her powers to heal herself into that part of her body. She must have lost focus on the other minor wounds. How long her focus has to be on the wounds I don't know, but obviously it has to be a very long time or else there would not have been so many minor wounds coming back to her so quickly could very likely kill her."

Horus looked to all the blood in the gate room. "Judging by her wounds she might be dead already. Or at the very least she would be in hiding trying to get the majority of her wounds to heal. We must go now. We'll leave Malik with you until she is found. She trusts him but not very much. He'll give you some leverage." He looked back over to Malik. "But you have to return within the next two days."

Malik nodded.

Horus and Jacob began to turn to leave. "Oh Colonel."

O'Neill looked to him.

"She is carrying a giler blade. It creates a laser around the blade making her job a lot easier. If she feels threatened she will attack."

O'Neill watched as they turned and exited through the stargate.

He shook his head as he watched them leave then looked to Jackson. "Do you have any idea what she is?"

"Sorry." He told him with a shake of his head.

"Jonas showed me a book earlier. It was in one of the photographs he was showing me of items she had left behind either on accident or on purpose. He translated a piece of it that came out to be the word 'Shita'. Whether that is the species she is or not I'm not sure. But judging by the amount of wounds she has sustained over the past several hours she has to have something in her body that causes her to heal."

Malik entered the conversation. "Not even the Tok'ra is sure of what she is. Her healing abilities won't last much longer. Her back is broken as well as her leg. She's focusing all of her healing abilities into those injuries. All the lacerations in her body are opening because of that. With that much blood lost she won't be able to last much longer."

He nodded and looked over at the gate. "A suggestion would be tell the Langarians not to shoot her on sight."

O'Neill nodded to him and walked off to find Carter. "See if you two can find her before they do."

Jackson gave a little 'yep' and they walked off.

O'Neill began to walk when the First Minister stalked up to him. Judging by the look on her face she was pretty peeved at him. "What is the meaning of this?"

He gave a sight and looked back to her. "Of what?"

"You brought the assassin through!" She yelled at him slapping him across the face. O'Neill gave an 'ow'. Her face burned with rage. "The one that has brought death to our world and you brought her through!"

"Well you were bringing death to your world long before she showed up." O'Neill told her showing his anger towards them. "And as of right now she just saved our asses from a Goa'uld. That includes Jonas. So she stays alive for now."

"You'll bring death upon us." She warned him with a growl.

""She's dying to the best of my knowledge." He shouted back to her making her shut the hell up. "For all I know she could be dead."

He turned and began to head to where Carter was when he heard the First Minister reply: "Then she has gotten what she deserves."

Lambert and Carter stared at the monitor. The assassin appeared on the screen running from their gate room and into the hall.

O'Neill entered the room and moved next to Carter. "Anything?"

Carter looked over to him and shook her head. "Not yet sir. Her movements are so eractic that it's hard to follow. We're getting closer though."

He gave a heavy sigh. "Tell me again Carter why the hell I am even trying to keep an assassin alive instead of letting the Langarans shoot her?"

"Because she's allied with the Tok'ra."

"Would the Tok'ra even miss her that much?"

"I think Malik would." She told him. "He seems to care a lot for her."

"Yeah," O'Neill stated thinking it over. "He does. Any other reasons why we shouldn't kill?"

"She also saved our lives, twice sir. As well as killing off an apparent Goa'uld system lord." Carter told him then looked back down at the monitor. "Sir, what about Jonas?"

O'Neill looked back to her. "What about him?"

She shrugged, her gaze turned back to him. "She did kill Kianna. He does not trust her one bit. Honestly, sir, I'm not sure I do either."

"They found her!" Someone yelled before O'Neill could answer her.

Everyone who heard the cry ran in the direction that the scream came from. Carter and O'Neill followed praying that she hadn't been killed already. The shouts and yells became louder as they ran and found her. She was on her feet crouched in the corner of a storage room, her arm across her gut; blood ran down her sides and onto the floor.

She wasn't about to die. Not yet, no way.

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