Ouch. Damn, that hurts. I sat up and found myself on a small bed. I seemed to be in a cell. A had just started to analyze my situation, when I found myself frozen. Except, I was moving. Without trying to move. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. I stood up, or something made me stand up.
Hello, Danielle.
Suddenly, my memories came flooding back to me. The complex. The Jaffa. The Goa'uld. I began to panic. It all made sense. I couldn't move because I was a host. Oh, God. I was a host. No, no, no! As I broke down, the tiny voice of Jack in my mind decided to speak up, telling me to asses the situation, don't panic. Keep a cool head. Okay. Why was I in prison?
Your people have taken us.
Relief flooded through me. Oh, thank god. I would be fine. This Goa'uld would be removed, and I would have my life back.
I am not Goa'uld. I am Tok'ra. My name is Nathifa.
What? Of course you're Goa'uld. You took me without permission, and I saw your throne room.
I was undercover. Contact the Tok'ra and they will prove it. I will even give you control, if you like.
Yes, I would like!
She bowed her head, and suddenly, I could move again. It was the strangest feeling, getting one's body back. A tingling spread across me, and then I was in control. I could talk, move, or do anything else. I realized, suddenly, that I believed Nathifa. A Goa'uld would be bragging and never let me have control. She was, no doubt about it, Tok'ra.
"Thank you."
A minor lesson in context. When talking to me, think your response, do not say it out loud. It will seem odd at first, but it will soon become second nature.
Hold on, there. Second nature? The Tok'ra will remove you and put you in another host as soon as we contact them!
I am afraid there is a bit of a problem regarding that. You see, I jumped to you in desperation. I have vital information about the movements of Baal and his fleet that I must get to the Tok'ra high council immediately. In my rush, the implantation was not completed properly, and, even though we may seem normal, I bonded incorrectly to you. If I am removed, it will kill us both.
You can't be serious.
You must learn to live with me as your symbiote. You should be able to continue at the SGC, if you would prefer. It is I who came into you without permission. You should be allowed to stay with the job and people you love.
Thank you. But, they think I'm Goa'uld! I have to talk to Sam. She has Jolinar's memories.
Jolinar knew me. We completed a mission together.
Great! With Sam's word, we can be let out of here.
I knocked on the cell door, "Lt. Camber?"
He turned and looked at me, his face blank, "Yes?"
"Could you get Sam, err, Major Carter for me?" I turned hopeful eyes on him.
"She's in a briefing at the moment, but I will have her come down as soon as possible." His expression remained unmoving.
I sighed, "Thanks, lieutenant."
I sat down on the uncomfortable bed. Now we wait.
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And I thought the briefing after the nude planet was bad. This had officially taken first place as the briefing from hell. The colonel explained everything, and, despite my efforts, I began to fall into my dark thoughts. Dani was gone. Taken from us. The Tok'ra had been contacted, but they had not yet responded. This was awful. What if the Goa'uld couldn't be removed? What if- No. I would not go there. I shook myself out of my thoughts, and tuned into the briefing.
"…and, then we were chased from the rings to the stargate, where we dialed out, sent our iris code, and came home. You know the rest, sir."
"Alright, so-" The general stopped as Janet knocked at the doorframe and took a seat at the briefing table.
"Sir, it's been confirmed. Danielle is host to a Goa'uld. She had naquada in her blood, and the MRI came back positive." She pulled out the scan, "But there is one small thing. I compared this to other scans of Goa'uld's we have taken, and this one is a little different. You see this section?" She pointed to a small section near the end of the Goa'uld, "This is embedded further into the brain stem than usual. I almost missed it, but it's definitely not normal, in comparison to a few scans I managed to harass, I mean, convince a few of the Tok'ra into taking. Now, I looked at Sam's, and the scan of Jolinar has the same abnormality. I am not sure what it means, but, when the Tok'ra get here, we can ask them."
The general nodded after absorbing this information, "Very well, Dr. Fraiser. Keep me informed of any developments. Dismissed." He stood up and swiftly walked into his office.
The colonel and I exited the briefing room, receiving many sympathetic looks from passerby's. The colonel looked like he wanted to strangle them. To be honest, I felt the same way. But, seeing as assaulting fellow officers is frowned upon, we couldn't do that. For probably the first time, I wished we were on Chulak, where strangling is not only allowed, it's encouraged. Speaking of Chulak…
"Sir, should we go find Teal'c? He was probably not needed to guard Dani anymore."
Colonel O'Neill glanced around, scanning the area for the elusive Jaffa. Seeing only people he wanted to strangle, he turned back to me, "Sure, why not? Think he's in the commissary, or kelnoreming?"
"Um… let's check the commissary, sir."
"Okay, but-" He stopped and turned a little, blinking at an airman standing next to us, "Yes?" He dragged the word out, his sarcasm leaking through.
"Um, sorry for the interruption, sir, but Dr. J-" He stumbled to a stop, looking a little awkward, "...the goa'uld is asking for you, Major Carter."
I was a little startled, but I nodded, "Did she mention why?"
"No ma'am. She only asked for me to get you as soon as possible."
"Alright." I turned to Colonel O'Neill, "Sir, I'll meet up with you and Teal'c after I talk with… her."
"See you later, Carter." He shot me a small smile and walked toward the commissary, leaving me to go to talk to Dani. To be perfectly honest, I was a little worried. This would be my first confrontation with Danielle since she was taken. What if she went and spouted the usual Goa'uld party line? What if her voice was distorted, and this time, it wasn't for a training scenario? What would I do? Maybe I would respond as I would to a normal Goa'uld. Or maybe I would freeze up. This was my best friend, after all. My worst enemy, in my best friend's body. It was the ultimate nightmare. I took a deep, calming breath, but it didn't help at all. The colonel was right, when we were all back in the complex. This was the worst day ever.