A/N: Chapter Two. See I told you I'd update. I'll probably even be writing these stories at school when it starts next week. Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad people are interested. Enjoy and Review. Thanks kids :]

Her drunken giggles filled the newlywed suite of the luxurious hotel. There was no fighting a losing battle. It was lucky for the two newlyweds that John decided to take the elevator instead of the stairs or else no one would have made it to the room alive. Both John and Avery were completely smashed, but enjoying marriage. John dropped Avery onto the bed and feel next to her. Both had waited till marriage before having sex, so this was still pretty new to them. But they wanted it, their bodies wanted it, and they were married. It was the perfect time to get lost in each other.

"Are you sure?" John asked making sure she was as ready as he was.

"I am. And you know what the best thing is!?"

"No, what?"

"We don't have to use condoms!" Her comment didn't have the affect she desired. "What?" Both seemed to have sobered quickly as the situation turned serious

"Do you really want kids this soon?" John tried to look everywhere but at Avery. It's not that he didn't want children it was just that it seemed too soon to even think about that.

"Well no I guess not, but it really doesn't matter to me. I guess I'd rather have them sooner than later. I mean look at our parents it was almost too late for them!" Maybe she was slightly worried that if they didn't start a family right off the bat they'd never have one. Being like her parents scared her.

"I can live with a kid, it just seems too early."

"Well who says it'll happen on the first try, we can just practice, right?" She smirked and started for his belt.

"I knew I married you for a reason." And with a devilish smirk of his own he began to ravage her body in kisses as she stripped the both of them bare, hands roaming freely over her.

Insert Guilty Pleasure Here –

John laid dreamily looking t the ceiling, he'd woken up hours ago of course he was just mentally able to wake up at six or before everyday because of the military. Avery however didn't have this problem, and she usually slept till eight or nine. He would've gotten out of bed a long time ago but he was enjoying watching the love of his life sleep in his arms, her long black hair laying in every direction across his chest. There were the moments her lived for, but the moment faded into another as Avery started to wake. She stretched and yawned just like a cat would.

"Good morning sleepy head." He greeted her with a kiss on the top of her head.

"Good morning…husband." A bright smile stretched across her face. They were finally married. She was finally Mrs. Jonathan O'Neill.

"Are you hungry?" John knew her too well.

"Famished."

"Well let's see what we can order." Jon picked up the phone and ordered a whole breakfast feast that could serve an army instead of just two people but that was all right with her. Avery crawled out of the bed and slipped into her short shorts and white sports bra. She didn't care what she looked like and if she had it her way neither of them would be in clothing for very long during this honeymoon. But for now as long as she was comfortable that's all that mattered. It was now that she realized that her vision was not clear, in fact it was horribly blurry. She didn't remember taking out her contacts last night, or maybe they had just popped out during last night's festivities. Avery quickly found her black-rimmed glasses and slipped them on, the ones where to John she was the sexy librarian.

While she was busying herself John must have slipped into the shower. Maybe she'd join him, but that thought was killed as a knock came at the door followed by "room service" in a funny accent that didn't quite fight the islands that they were on. Avery thought it odd that they had made their breakfast so fast as well, but she was starving. Avery opened the door to let the man in.

"Hi!" He looked a little old to be a room service attendant.

"Hello. Let's see I have for you scrambled eggs, hash browns, fruit platter, sausage, bacon, and a present from your beloved sister." The man smirked and tore off his disguise. John had been listening from the bathroom, and as far as he knew Avery didn't have a sister. He threw down his towel and raced out to find Avery unconscious in some man's arms.

"I wouldn't take a step closer, or else she dies." The man smirked evilly and touched his left wristband. A sheen of white light encompassed the two and as it disappeared so did they. John lunged for them but was too late, and he only grasped air. Panicking he grabbed his cell and dialed his parents. This was their jurisdiction.

The Terrible Two –

Avery awoke to find herself on some sort of ship, and behind bars. If only she had paid more attention to Uncle…. err father Jack's lectures in safety and escaping she'd know what the hell to do. She had her mother to thank for her short attention span. As she regained her sense, unluckily she didn't have her glasses meaning she couldn't see a goddamn thing, she heard someone talking outside the big gold doors. If her guessing was correct they were talking about her. Usually when someone talks about a prisoner, and you're the one in a cage it meant they were talking about you.

The large doors slid open, and the same man that had kidnapped her walked in his trademark smirk plastered across his face.

"You look so much like your mother and sister. It's nice to know that Qetesh's good looks do run in the family." He walked straight up to the bards and peered down at her. At the mention of her mother's Goa'uld name she knew who this man was.

"Ba'al. I was so hoping to never have to run into you." She groaned out, and rose to her feet shakily. This was probably what it felt like to wake up from being slipped a roofie. "And I don't have a sister. That's the second time you've mentioned me having one." Avery rubbed the back of her neck cautiously.

"Oh but my dear you do. You see your mother a couple years before you came along had the orici, a powerful woman who had accelerated growth and practically all the knowledge of the Orii. But your father and his friends, with help from Morgan le Fay kept her in the astral realm. But now she's escaped and has come to me for help. You see Morgan has somehow kept Adria from creating herself a new body." He stopped and looked at Avery to see if she was getting all this.

"They never told me Adria was my sister."

"Half-sister, I suppose. But Morgan Le Faye and Adria were last seen battling each other. Adria has escaped and asked me to help her."

"Help her do what?" Avery was growing uncomfortable with where this was going.

"Help her get a body to sustain her. You see right now she's like a big ball of light, but Morgan somehow restricted her from creating her own body, so she has to steal one and posses it if you will."

"Why me?" Avery interjected.

"Well you see we've tried other's but they burn up…literally. They're core temperature rises and over heats them, killing them from the inside out. We figured it was because Adria was too powerful, now we realize it's because we were missing compatibility. You're her blood relative. You're mother links the two of you together." His smirk grew ever wider; he was enjoying the emotions that were playing across Avery's face.
"And now I'll let you two long lost sisters get acquainted. Play nice you two. Call if you need me Adria." With a flourish and slightly practiced evil laugh he left Avery alone. Or at least what she thought was alone.