AN: Sorry for taking so long to update. I'm already bogged down with school work and I have two classes that I haven't even started yet. Joy.

Also to Note: I have finally decided in what time period this takes place. It takes place before Summit. It doesn't really matter where in Season Five before that, because none of those episodes are needed for the story, but that is where it takes place.

I'm not entirely sure where this chapter came from. It was never planned. I blame it on lack of sleep and boredom at four in the morning. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed and I will not take up any more of your time.

Chapter 4

No one could ever have imagined how long a night it was for Daniel, always pacing within his barred confines. The anger in his movements was more and more apparent as the night wore on and started to delve into the predawn hours. In the back of his mind, Daniel had calculated the severity of his current addiction and the impending downfall. He had spent far too much time in his sarcophagus, trying to put on a show for the System Lords. He had given them the image of arrogance and power they wanted, not taking heed to his severely lowered tolerance to the machine. His uses of it had been seldom in the past years. Daniel knew what to expect, but still he felt there was nothing he could do. And Teal'c was going to feel the brunt of his…darkside, as Jack had once called it.

Daniel was far removed from his body, though. The part of his mind that was not quite his own, that sinister miasma that whispered tenaciously to him all his life, that being was in control…and furious at its treatment. More than anything else, he was Anubis. It was what he had been long before this human host was ever a thought of a lineage of genes.

The effects of true withdrawal always brought Anubis so close to the front of his mind. It always left the malicious persona in a seat of power. He was going to have a lot to apologize for when all this was over.

Daniel…Anubis, slowly stopped his pacing, viciously snarling at his surroundings. His licked his lips, and then his eyes set on the Jaffa, flaring with golden light. A sly smile quirked his lips.

"Teal'c," Daniel spoke in Goa'uld, his voice distorted. "Come, Teal'c. Come here."

The Jaffa eyed Daniel without any trace of emotion, solemnly meeting softly glowing eyes. He took one step towards the cell, his hands clasped behind his back.

"What is it you wish, DanielJackson?" he inquired in English.

Daniel smiled almost coyly, motioning for the large man to come even closer. Teal'c grudgingly obeyed, hoping he would be able to reach his friend if he gained this…personality's trust. Daniel sighed, the smile still playing across his lips and he reached his arms through the bars and cautiously placed one hand on Teal'c's cheek.

"You could be powerful, Teal'c," Daniel murmured seductively, still speaking in Goa'uld. "We could be powerful. Come with me, release me from the cell and follow me. Be my loyal Jaffa. Be my First Prime. I will give you everything."

"DanielJackson…" Teal'c interrupted, his voice cold, but Daniel only shook his head, smiling in a way that said Daniel Jackson was far, far away.

"Stand by my side, Teal'c. We can defeat the Goa'uld. We can rule this universe. They fear me. They love me. They will as I say.1 Just get me to them and I will give them to you. You can take revenge for your people and we can rule all of this. We can make it how we want it to be."

"You are not in your right mind," Teal'c stated, stepping back so that the young looking man could no longer reach him.

Daniel's face contorted into an ugly snarl and he hissed in English, "I am in exactly the correct mind, Shol'va!"

Teal'c frowned, pained by such a disgusting word uttered from his friends lips. He stiffly turned away from the irritated man and strode back to his position by the opposite wall. There he stood rigid and continued to stonily watch the archeologist as he resumed the furious pacing of his cell.

Hours later Daniel huddled on the hard bed in the cell, shivering almost violently as he hugged himself against the icy coldness that ran through his veins. His teeth chattered audibly and his fingers clutched convulsively at the sleeves of his jacket.

His violent rage had slowly filtered down into vile self-loathing. Anubis was disgusted at his own lack of control. He was a better actor that this! Trying to hurt those he viewed as friends…that act alone was unforgivable in his own eyes. He needed his allies…but above all, he needed his friends. He was nothing without them. He knew who he was and he was not like the others. He could have a heart…when he wanted to.

How pitiful he was…how cruel.

"I'm sorry, Teal'c," he managed to whisper through his chattering, his downcast eyes filled with shame. He expected nothing in return, but Teal'c was always too forgiving.

"You have nothing to regret, DanielJackson," the large man replied almost softly. "The man who said those words was not you."

Daniel closed his eyes, shaking his head sadly. He could feel the tears stinging his eyes as he pursed his lips to keep from speaking out. How wrong Teal'c was…how wrong. The man who said those words was more who he was than the man who spoke the words of regret only moments before. Even if he didn't want to be that person, how could he ever make any of them understand that, after all was said, the person who was Daniel Jackson was nothing more than a lie?

The time of his judgment came too soon. Daniel was still coming down from his power trip; his blood still ran cold in his veins. But at least the domineering, power hungry thoughts of a Goa'uld were not as prominent in the forefront of his mind as they had been the previous day.

He was almost numb as he was led back into the meeting room. His handcuffs were quietly removed. The shackles on his ankles remained. Daniel sighed audible, slowing sliding his glasses off. He folded them carefully and set them down on the table before looking back up into the faces of those he loved.

"Why do you remove your glasses?" Dr. Frasier asked quietly, making a note in the folder sitting before her.

"I don't need them," Daniel answered quietly, suppressing another shiver as it ran through his form. "I can degrade and correct my eyesight at will. The glasses were a means by which to seem normal…flawed."

General Hammond cleared his throat, drawing Daniel's crystal blue eyes to him. His face was stern, hinting at no emotion. He was a true leader at times like this, centered, secure in his standing. He was like a rock against which all those around him could lean upon.

"Dr. Jackson, we are here to discuss how you are connected with the Goa'uld Anubis, seeing as how you do not have a living symbiote within you."

Daniel smiled warily, staring morosely down at the tabletop. He ran a finger along the wood grains, trying not to look at those around him.

"Will you believe what I tell you?" he asked quietly. "Will you accept if for what it is? Or will abandon me as all other do? Will you deny me for a fault that was not of my choosing? I was made into this…this thing. I did not have a choice. Will you damn me for that? Or should I keep my secrets so that you do not spit in my face and scorn all that I am?"

"We would never scorn you, Daniel," Sam spoke up, if Daniel had been looking, he would have seen her concerned expression. As it was, he saw nothing but the table and his delicate, blood stained hand.

"You already have," his answer was a mere whisper.

"We thought you were a Goa'uld," Sam cried.

"I am not so different. We are very much alike, him and I, because there is no longer a distinction."

"Who are you talking about, Dr. Jackson?" Janet inquired calmly.

"Anubis."

"You do not have a Goa'uld within you," Janet told him firmly.

"I did once, long ago," Daniel murmured, closing his eyes. "The world cowered at my feet."

1 - This is almost a direct quote from the movie the Labyrinth, which I have shamelessly stolen. "Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." Who can't love that?