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Chapter 4

Daniel opened his eyes, and found himself staring at a dirt floor. His head was pounding, and at first all he wanted to do was close his eyes again and rest, but…Janet. Where was Janet? Grimacing, he sat up slowly, one hand to his head and the other on the ground supporting him. He looked around, grateful that his contacts were still in place, and saw that he was in a small, simple wooden hut with a thatched roof. Sunlight filtered in through cracks in the logs. Janet was a few feet away on the other side, her back to him, in the process of sitting up, and he heard a soft groan.

"Janet, are you ok?"

She jerked in surprise and turned around, wincing. "Dad? Oh…I'm okay."

"Sorry…"

"It's okay." Unsteadily she crawled across the short space to him, not bothering to stand, and sat back against the wall next to him. Daniel put an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him. "Dad, what's going on?"

"I'm…not sure," he answered uncertainly. "There's no way to know yet what they want us for."

"Oh…"

But that was when the door creaked, and she stopped. Daniel let go of her and stood quickly as it opened. He saw her stand too, out of the corner of his eye, but his attention was on the three primitively dressed men that appeared at the door. The one in front of the other two was more elaborately dressed, even though all of their clothes consisted of dark, rough cloth. This one also had a couple of furs draped over one shoulder. Perhaps he was their leader.

The front man, hands clasped behind his back, dismissed the other two, then stepped inside and they closed the door behind him. He looked around for a moment, then looked straight at him and smiled.

"Well, if it isn't Daniel Jackson."

That would have thrown him off enough, if it hadn't been for the fact that the man's voice was no longer human. It was Goa'uld. Daniel's could feel his eyes widening involuntarily.

"I see you're surprised," he smirked.

Janet's nervous voice came from just behind him, and her hand clamped onto his arm. "Dad, do you know this guy?"

Daniel's head started to shake automatically, because he had never seen the man before. But then again, with a Goa'uld that made no difference.

"Dad? So you grew up and started a family, did you? Surprising, considering how poorly it seems you dealt with the opposite sex in the past. You couldn't even tell the difference between me and an old flame of yours."

By now there was an unpleasant buzzing in his ears that came with the sudden realization of who was speaking to him. Daniel swallowed hard. "Osiris…"

"Bravo, we have a winner."

"But you're dead."

"Did you think that? Yes, the Tok'ra took me, but unfortunately for you there was someone on the inside who was able to get me out and provide me with a proper host. By then though, the rest of the System Lords had been defeated, except for Ba'al, so I chose to come here."

Daniel smirked. "You mean you were forced into hiding."

The Goa'uld glared, and let his arms fall away from his back, allowing them to see the hand device that covered his left hand. "I would advise you not to anger me, Doctor Jackson. I am god here."

"What do you want?" he glared back.

"That is simple. I want the current code for those quaint little devices you have that open the iris on your stargate. I am the only System Lord left, and with you here, I have the perfect opportunity to take your planet, and others from there."

Daniel felt Janet's hand on his arm tighten, and saw her move up some. He swung that arm back to push her farther behind him. She made a muffled sound of annoyance, but stayed there.

"I don't think so," he said firmly.

Osiris raised an eyebrow and took two steps closer. "Oh really? Have you forgotten that I have no objection to using force?"

In the next second that orange light was in his face. The beam of the hand device drilled into his skull, dropping his knees out from under him and making his breath catch.

"Dad!" Janet yelped in surprise. He felt her hands appear under his arms when he started to go down, and had enough time to be thankful that it kept his knees from hitting the ground too hard. But that was all he thought before he was left staring helplessly up into the beam, the pain pounding through his head.

Daniel groaned. Osiris smirked. He sensed Janet stand back up.

"Stop it!" she shouted.

Don't do that! You'll just make him more angry…

Osiris ignored her. Janet jumped him. Osiris used his free arm to toss her off of him and across the room without breaking the beam. Janet hit the opposite wall hard, with a loud 'omf!', and sank to the ground, gasping hard.

On the outside, Daniel looked no different, but on the inside he was going wild with worry and anger. And if that wasn't bad enough, Janet got up again and came back.

"Leave him alone!"

Osiris stopped her before she was even close enough to try tackling again. He snapped the beam off and turned on her, turning it on again in her face.

Daniel saw that much before collapsing, and was flat on the floor again when he heard his daughter's shriek of pain. "Janet!" Shaking it off as only a veteran of the device could, he sat up and started trying to stand. "Don't!" Osiris only persisted a moment before deactivating the device again. Janet dropped, and he took a step closer and caught her, going back to his knees with her.

He held onto her tightly as she pulled in a shaky breath, and he glared up at the Goa'uld. "What are you doing; she's just a child!"

Osiris glowered back at him. "I warned you that I would use force if necessary. Perhaps I should leave you to think about that. And don't bother attempting escape through the roof; you will be seen. There is a guard at each of the four corners outside, as well as the door." With that, he turned on his heel and left, slamming the door behind him.

Daniel swallowed and turned his attention to Janet. She was shuddering a bit in his arms, but he couldn't see her face. He tightened his embrace. "Janet, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" His throat was tight. He'd never wanted to see that: Janet on her knees, caught in the clutches of a Goa'uld hand device, pain and helpless fear etched on her face. The image was burned into his mind now, and he wasn't sure it would ever go away.

She was silent, only pulling in deep breaths until she stopped in the middle of one and coughed, doubling over. That pulled her face out of where she'd buried it in his jacket. Ignoring the lingering pain in his own head when he moved, he kept her from toppling face-first into the dirt until the fit of coughing stopped and she slumped back against his chest. Now Daniel could see that her face was damp, and that didn't help the lump in his throat any.

"Are you okay?"

She must have heard the choke in his voice, because she looked up at him and pasted on a smile. "I'm fine, dad."

"You know, just because you're my daughter doesn't mean you have to be stupid and act like me," he replied shakily, wiping the dampness from her cheeks with his jacket sleeve. "If you're not, don't tell me you're fine."

"But," she tried to sit up, "I a--ow!" An arm went around her middle and she flopped back against him, grimacing.

"Janet?" he asked in alarm. It should have been her head hurting, not her chest. But…oh. He hadn't been seeing too clearly at that moment, but when Osiris had first pushed her away, his arm had smacked across her chest. With the strength of a Goa'uld in that arm, there could be some damage to her ribs. "Is anything broken?"

She shook her head, which confirmed there wasn't. If she had broken ribs, she would probably know it. "Just--sore," she answered. Then her other had went to her forehead. "And my head hurts."

"I know…" he gulped. "It'll wear off in a few hours."

"Great…"

Daniel winced. Why did she have to be so much like him?

"I'm not a child," she mumbled a moment later.

Definitely way too much like him.

Vala stopped just short of the edge of the clearing where the shrine was and ducked down behind the surrounding brush. Behind her Cameron, Teal'c, and Colonel Hailey did the same.

"I don't see anything," Hailey whispered after a moment.

"Nor do I," Teal'c observed quietly.

Cameron nodded. "Let's hope that means they just gave up. Come on."

Vala swallowed and stood when he did, then ran ahead of him and to the entrance of the shrine. "Daniel--??" She stopped dead in the open doorway. There was no-one there. "Oh no…"

Cameron and the others pulled up beside her. "Crap," the colonel agreed.

"They are not here."

"I can see that Teal'c, thank you!" Vala glared back.

"Look, let's calm down," Hailey suggested. "We'll find them. They'll be fine."

Vala took a deep breath. She sure hoped so.

It had been a couple of hours since Osiris had left. Janet was on her feet, but she was leaning against the wall, still a little wobbly. Her dad seemed fine, and at the moment was working around the edge of the hut, seemingly trying to find a way out. She had to wonder how he could recover so quickly. Nothing she'd ever felt had hurt as much as the beam from that hand device. Her head was still pounding mercilessly.

She took a deep breath, but decided maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Her chest hurt more than Daniel probably thought it did, because she'd tried not to let on too much. She knew nothing was broken in there, but she couldn't be sure that one of her ribs wasn't cracked. Right now, that was actually seeming rather likely.

Janet knew from reading through old SG-1 mission reports that these kinds of things happened often enough not to be surprising. Though the fact that Osiris was still alive--and here, of all places--was a bit of a shocker. And to be honest, back when she'd agreed to do this, Janet had never even thought about the possibility of something like this happening. SG-1 had always come out all right, so she had never been concerned.

And now she was wondering if either of them would make it out of this alive.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Pulled out of her reverie, she realized that Daniel was standing right next to her. He must have noticed that look on her face a moment before.

"I'm sure, dad," she assured him, mustering a small smile. He smiled back weakly and carefully pulled her into a gentle embrace. She suppressed the squeak that wanted to escape anyway and hugged him back.

"We'll get out of here, okay? And I won't let him hurt you anymore."

"I know you'll do your best, dad," she said quietly.

There was a loud creak, and he let go of her. She turned to see Osiris returning, still not looking happy.

"What?" Daniel demanded. He moved in front of her like he had last time. She'd figured out then that he would push her back if she tried to move, so she just watched the scene over his shoulder. Though she still wasn't entirely happy about it.

Osiris glared. "I hope you've decided to cooperate, because there will be serious consequences if you do not."

"We're not going to tell you anything," Janet snapped without thinking.

"Janet," Daniel hissed. That meant 'Be quiet and let me handle this because I don't want you to get hurt.' Uh huh. Like she was just going to stand here.

The Goa'uld smirked at her, then looked at her father. "Do you feel the same way, Doctor Jackson?"

Daniel's back straightened. "Yes."

Go dad!

Osiris didn't seem surprised. "I suspected so." He clapped, and the door opened again. The other two men that had been with him the first time stepped inside. Both of them were tall, dark-haired, and big, with scowling faces. Not exactly physical features conducive to remaining calm. Janet gulped.

Daniel stiffened, and though she couldn't see his face, he didn't seem surprised when they grabbed his arms and started to drag him toward the door. He struggled, but when she could see his face, she could see that it definitely wasn't surprised. A little worried, maybe, but not surprised.

"Hey! Let go of him!" Janet insisted, surging forward. She knew what would happen to him if they got him out that door. She couldn't let it happen.

But Osiris stopped her himself. That arm shot out and caught her across the chest a second time, and this time it didn't just smart from the impact. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Janet shouted and fell, landing on her backside and involuntarily curling up.

"Janet!"

Dad! She forced her eyes back open, and saw Daniel struggling even harder against the two men pinning him between them. They had him out the door, and Osiris was reaching for the handle to close it again. Get up! Stop them!

Janet got halfway up and fell back again, gasping. "Dad--!"

Daniel kicked one of the guards in the shin, slammed his elbow back into the other one, but the first retaliated by punching him viciously in the stomach. He cried out and crumpled.

"No! Don't hurt him!" she yelled. But that earned her a coughing fit, and by the time she uncurled and glanced back toward the door, it had long since been slammed shut and locked again.

Janet lay where she was, gasping and heaving dry sobs of pain and frustration, but she would not cry. He would be okay. He had to be. He'd been taking care of himself in situations like this for thirty years. It would be okay…

But she couldn't get rid of the horrible feeling she had.