Rating: FR-M
Spoilers: Divide and Conquer, Abyss, Threads, Ex Deus Machina
Summary: Part 6: The universe would bow before his feet, and its people would forever serve and exult in the name of Ba'al…starting with Samantha Carter.
Author Notes: Sam/Baal pairing. Sam/Jack, Sam/Pete discussed. I took the premise of Ba'al being on Earth from Ex Deus Machina and my muse is responsible for the rest. You've been forewarned about the pairing, too, so don't shout at me! (Hides under bed.)
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Dedication: For Sarah, always.
Dichotomy pt6
Copyright (c) August 2006, Ruth
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When Sam awoke, she was surprised to find that Ba'al was still sprawled, where he had fallen, on the floor. Fighting a somewhat childish urge to give him a good kicking, she sat up on the bed and rubbed at her face; that was certainly a powerful drug that he had used on her - and she, in turn, on him. Added to that, he'd only used a few drops on her; she'd emptied the vial into his.
She wasn't even sure that he was still breathing.
Getting up from the bed, she gingerly knelt on the floor beside him and looked for signs of breathing. She found them; his chest still rose and fell with a regular rhythm. It was a little shallow and she hated the concern which rose in her at finding this.
For goodness' sake, Sam, the guy kidnapped you and you're worried about him? The worrying concept of Stockholm syndrome briefly entered her mind before she brushed it away; it was ridiculous, she still hated him and stood against everything which he stood for. So there was nothing to worry about.
Standing up, she wondered how she could make the best use of this unexpected freedom to find out where she was, and more importantly how to get out. Casting one look back to the floor, in which she questioned just how long he would remain there, she went to the door and opened it, slipping out.
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She was faced with a long corridor, without windows or other doors. The same small, round lights were set into the ceiling as had been in her room, but did not adequately light the space. As a result, Sam strained her eyes to see ahead of her in the dappled light. Sure, it had been a great idea to drug him and escape, but she had no idea where the hell she was, what day it was; if she was even still on earth!
She also had no idea of how long the drug would keep him incapacitated; but she doubted that it would be too much longer. His symbiote would, even now, be neutralising its effects, as she and the rest of SG-1 had learned on several occasions with Teal'c. Placing one hand on the wall to steady herself; she was still a little unstable on her feet, she began to walk forwards, wondering what she would face at the end of the corridor.
To her surprise, she was met with another corridor, almost identical to the first. However, on the left hand wall there was a small button, resembling a light switch, which had not been in the first. Why would there be one here and not there? She looked at it in puzzlement, with more than a little trepidation. She reached out her hand to touch it, and was surprised to find that it wasn't a button at all, but a flat disk which was set into the wall.
Belatedly it occurred to Sam that maybe it wasn't a light switch at all, but something else entirely. As her hand passed over the disk, she felt the floor lurch beneath her feet and was thrown into the air, nausea exploding in the pit of her stomach.
A gravity manipulator.
As she heard the sound of shouting and heavy footsteps approaching, she thought that really, she should have known.
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Ba'al awoke with a groan and slowly eased himself up from the floor, cursing the Tau'ri female who had so ensnared him. He couldn't believe that she had managed to trick him, to undermine him in this way without his even knowing. It was humiliating beyond belief. If any of the other System Lords found out about this…he shuddered at the thought of his reputation, of everything that he had planned and worked for, shattered because of his lust.
What to do with her?
He asked himself this once more, a question which had been jumping around in his brain ever since he had kidnapped her from the bar. A little belatedly, he realised that it was perhaps not the greatest decision he had ever made. He was now lumbered with this…creature…who was more than a liability; she was a danger to him and to his plans. A danger which needed to be removed.
His mouth set in a grim line, he stood up and turned around, more than a little shocked to find Samantha sitting on the bed, watching him quietly. This surprise removed his ability to speak for a few seconds, in which she smiled nervously at him.
"I, ah…I had no idea what that stuff was, or what it would do," she began, twisting her hands nervously, "I didn't mean to knock you out, quite…like that, I mean - I was worried when you weren't breathing properly and…"
He cut her off with a wave of his hand and an angry shout.
"You would dare to treat a God in this way? By the time I am finished with you, Tau'ri, your already pathetic existence will no longer be worth living!"
His chest heaved in his anger and his eyes were dark. Hands balled into fists at his side, he glared at her, for the first time impotent in his rage.
"My lord," she said softly, her head bowed, "Please allow me to explain…"
"Silence, witch!" he snapped, backhanding her across the face and sending her sprawling back onto the bed. "I will be enchanted by you no longer! I am a God! I am all powerful and all knowing! And I always…" he leant down, to whisper in her ear, "I always get what I want."
He raised his hand to strike her again, a sneer on his lips, rejoicing in the power and control which he felt beginning to flow through his veins again. He would NOT be undermined by an inferior race, an inferior gender to himself. He was powerful and he knew it. He could have whatever he wanted in the entire universe; hell, even the universe itself could be his if his campaigns continued to be victorious as they had done. The universe would bow before his feet, and its people would forever serve and exult in the name of Ba'al…starting with Samantha Carter.
He smiled nastily at the woman on his bed, and began to shrug out of his coat when he felt a shudder tear through the floor beneath his feet. With a frown, he turned to look at the door, wondering what had happened outside to cause such a noise. Although, he smirked, at least he knew it wasn't…
He turned back to the bed and only just suppressed a gasp of horror; Samantha was gone.
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He lurched away from the bed, more than a little confused. Had she not just been there, before him? His hand still burned from when he had struck her and yet she was no longer there; not even an impression on the sheet would reveal her presence. He turned around, checking each corner of the room. She was not there. Gone. Vanished before his eyes.
Perhaps this was still an effect of the drug. He'd never tried it before, so he had no real idea of its side effects - particularly not on himself; being drugged by a Tau'ri was not exactly an eventuality which he had prepared himself for. Shaking his head, as if to clear such thoughts from his mind, he pulled open the door and went out into the corridor.
He was met by several jaffa, those directly beneath the rank of his First Prime, who had remained on his mother ship whilst Ba'al carried out his operation on Earth. They were not as competent as he would have liked, but only a fool would have ventured so close to the Tau'ri Stargate Command without proper backup and protection.
"My Lord, your prisoner attempted to escape. The motion sensor detected her and activated the gravity manipulation field."
Ba'al forced himself to regain his earlier composure and straightened up, squaring his shoulders. Under no circumstances could he allow his jaffa to know of how she had overcome him.
"Excellent," he said.
"My lord, something must be done if you are to continue keeping her captive," the jaffa continued, "She is…somewhat difficult to contain."
"I am aware of that," he snapped, "Do you have any suggestions?"
"You could just kill her, my lord," another suggested.
Ba'al threw the offending jaffa a withering look.
"Yes, why not? It would merely attract the attention of the entire Stargate command and possibly the local authorities, exposing our entire operation and ourselves in the process. An excellent idea!" he snapped.
The jaffa in question looked suitably abashed and moved away.
Bracing himself on the wall, Ba'al deactivated the gravity manipulator and watched with no small amount of satisfaction as the unconscious Tau'ri slumped at his feet.
"Right," he said, gathering her in his arms, "This time you will be unable to escape…"
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She was tied to the bed again.
With a small sigh, she tugged at the restraints which, she noticed, were tighter than usual.
"Why you continually deny yourself what it is you so obviously want is beyond me," Ba'al said, his tone conversational as he studied her reaction.
"Desire is a dangerous thing," she said, pulling at the restraints as if to emphasise that particular point.
"Not always," he said smoothly, "How else do you get what you want?"
Sam considered his question for a moment. For a long time, she had felt attracted to Jack. Hell, the Za'tarc incident had revealed that, to the both of them. Regulations and her own personal restraints, her fears and issues, had put pay to that. Now the moment had passed and the attraction along with it.
Then there had been Pete; in many ways he had been exactly what she wanted. He was loving, gentle, caring and cute! She smiled sadly at the memory. Even the promise of a new life, a long term relationship, a loving husband had not been enough. She had pushed him away.
The truth was a plain and simple fact, one which she had never confronted so starkly before; Samantha Carter did not get what she wanted. Sure, she loved her job and the people she worked with, but she had never given herself anything that she truly desired - hell, she couldn't even get a week's downtime without getting kidnapped.
"I don't," she said softly, a tear rolling down her cheek as the realisation finally hit her.
She closed her eyes against the wave of emotion which threatened to overcome her. This was SO not the time for a personal realisation, and there was no way she should have told Ba'al such a personal detail… He was going to make her life hell with that little gem. He must have been killing himself with laughter. God, it was no wonder he thought she was pathetic.
"Then perhaps it is time that you started," he suggested softly, his dark eyes locking with hers. He made no move to get up, or move closer to her as she had feared. Instead, he cast one long look at her before he got up and left the room, leaving Sam more confused than ever before.
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To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: The end of another chapter. Just wanted to say thanks for many continued reviews; please leave a comment if you're enjoying the story. See you next chapter!
