Images raced through his mind with such rapidness that he caught only a few glimpses. What he did see was enough to make him want to retch with the horror of his actions. Granted, he personally didn't do anything, but knowing what his body had been forced to do was painful enough.

His stomach was tight with a thousand tense knots as the nightmarish montage continued relentlessly. Unfortunately, the final image was the worst.

She was so beautiful, the way her short, pale hair caught the light. The way her deep, passionate blue eyes shone with a whirlwind of emotion. Her face was alight with a smile he'd never seen her wear in real life. It made all the light surrounding her look dim. He reached out to touch her cheek and the image shattered, leaving him with the memories of what he'd done to her.

No matter how hard he fought, the dam was broke; he could see and feel every curve and contour of her body. Her sweet scent—an interesting combination of peaches and cinamon, something he never knew he'd like—and her taste. He mentally squirmed. These were not thoughts he should be having. Not after what—no. He would not think about what they'd both been forced to endure and at whose "hands."

Besides, she would never feel the same way. The only reason she even seemed to like him was because of a parasite's selfish scheming.

"Excuse me." He wanted to recoil at the dual tones, but, thanks to the voice, he soon became aware of what was going on outside of his mind.

The air was a bit drafty, especially, he realized with some discomfort, since he was wearing virtually nothing. He was lying on what felt like a giant stone; it was as hard as one. Blearily, he opened his eyes but closed them immediately at the bright light and swirling room. Warily, he tried to open them once more and forced himself to watch the moving room stablize. When it stopped, his head was spinning. He rubbed his temples in an attempt to calm his rattled mind down.

When he could see again, he wanted to sink into whatever it was he rested on. A black room with—surprisingly—dim lights met his horrified gaze. Unfortunately, it's what the walls signified that sent his thudding heart to his throat. They were crystaline; a sure sign he was deep underground in the maze of Tok'ra tunnels.

"Easy," the voice commanded. He blanched and became aware of a slight tingling sensation. He was definitely inside the Tok'ra tunnels, lying in a room with a female Tok'ra hovering nearby.

"What do you want?" he rasped angrily, green eyes narrowing. After what happened to him, he hated the Tok'ra as fiercely as he hated the Goa'uld.

"Is that how you thank the one who restored your life?" she demanded mockingly.

He sat up in the direction of the voice. The Tok'ra was a scantily clad woman with her light blonde hair pulled back. She held a notepad of some sort in one hand and a writing utensil resting gently in the other. He glared in response to her question.

"My name is Anise," she said. "I already know who you are. The Tok'ra have long memories."

He fought the urge to snort rudely. Instead, he shrugged. This seemed to frustrate Anise.

Suddenly, her head bowed and he found himself looking at the host. "I'm sorry," she frowned. "Anise can be—"

"I don't give a damn." A phrase he learned from—he couldn't even bear to think the name. "Just tell me what I'm doing here...and why."

"As you wish," Anise's host replied. "First off, I am Freya. After you...that is, your body," she amended, "was brought here, I took custody of it. Anise wanted to study the effects of the poison...that is how both of you died..." He nodded, furiously trying to block his memories of the event. "Anise got her results and wanted to speak with Zeus's host. We...had our ways of bringing you back," she explained vaguely. "We did it without permission and had to create a hidden room within our quarters. No one save Anise and myself know you are here."

"I'd hate to disappoint you," Jaesin growled mockingly, "but I don't help people who imprison me in my own body."

"We did not imp—"

"Do you think I care? I was a slave. I had to live every damn minute of torture he..." Jaesin shook his head vehemently, purging every memory flung his way. Denial was the only way to keep him thinking coherently. "I will not help you."

"But you are already." Anise was back in control. She was smirking.

Jaesin folded his arms. "I do nothing until I get more clothes on." He shuddered internally, feeling violated.

Anise smiled alluringly. Jaesin scowled.

"As you desire." Jaesin didn't miss the last word and the way she purred it. His scowl deepened.

"But first..." Anise stepped uncomfortably close to him. "First, you will tell me what I want to know."

fin


Eh, not the best epilogue but my muse and myself are about to drop from exhaution. I'd been working on this idea for an epilogue for a short while, so it's in a fairly raw form. Ah well, it leaves an opening for my very mini sequel idea.

Oh, and I did try to follow advice given to me and I plan on fixing some spelling mistakes and improving early chapters. If anyone has any advice or constructive criticism, it'll be very welcome.

I truly appreciate all the comments and help you guys (the wonderful reviewers) have given me and my muse. 92 comments (thus far) is more than I expected. You have no idea how grateful I am.

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