NOTE: Is it possible to have too much fun writing a fic. I'm now on page 25 of 94 pages of hand written fic so hopefully the chapters will keep coming. Three Parts to this chapter. The title is for the last part.

I don't own Stargate…If I did, let's just say I have plans…

Chapter 9: Interrogation

"Wake up sleepy head." Vala threw her pillow with her good arm, hitting her mark on Daniel's head.

"Vala? You're awake?" Daniel picked up his glasses which had fallen onto the floor.

"That makes one of us. Good to see you. Things aren't half as fun here without you. Well, excluding current circumstances."

Daniel saw that the sling was gone now but she didn't seem to be moving her arm much. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he walked to her side and gave her pillow back to her.

"Oh, I'm fine. Ready to get out of this room though."

"How long have you been awake?"

"Oh," Vala shrugged, "twenty minutes. But listen, something's going on. Dr Lam isn't letting me out of here yet so I need you to go on a little reconnaissance mission for me."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Well it depends if you're up to putting up with me if you don't. Also I very much doubt if you could resist the temptation yourself."

Daniel sighed and rolled his eyes, however he was smiling at the same time. "Sure," he gently bumped his elbow against her good arm, "I guess I should go and see what's going on anyway." A line appeared between Daniel's eyebrows. He reached out and touched the purple bruise on her neck with the backs of his fingers. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes Daniel." She pushed his hand away, hating that he was feeling sorry for her at a time like this. "It looks worse that it is. What about you? Any more nightmares while you were snoozing there?"

"Actually no," Daniel rubbed the back of his neck, trying to work out some of the stiffness from his sleep. "Deepest, quietest sleep I've had in weeks."

"See," Vala gave Daniel a happy nudge, "even if you were ridiculously stubborn about it and are unnaturally attached to your job, all of the rest seems to have done you good."

"Yeah," said Daniel, not entirely convinced, "I guess it did. Well I'll get going now. You get well soon, okay."

*****

She'd finished going through her checklist. The sarcophagus had ensured that she hadn't lost any mussel tone. There had been a tinny circular break in her skin right through to the vein that needed to be healed. She was also missing some blood that needed to be replaced. She couldn't understand how she could lose that amount od blood through a break in her skin that small.

Unfortunately there was one thing that she couldn't fix with the lights. The strap around her neck was digging her pendent into her neck and she couldn't exactly get it out. At the moment it was just annoying the hell out of her.

"Oh, thank goodness you are alright." Jas'ak crushed his arms around her. "Have you seen anyone else?"

She shook her head, "Not since they started coming through the Chapa'ai. We were trying to escape through it when it activated. Most were mown down in moments."

Jas'ak grasped her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Is there anyway that you can get out of here? Anyway at all?"

She shook her head again. "That doesn't matter anymore." she pulled her pendent from underneath her cloths. "We have to stop them from getting anywhere near this."

Jas'ak looked around nervously, listening for any sign of Jaffa breaking through the fortifications of the sanctuary. "Do they even know about it?"

"Jas'ak, I can't take that risk. Even if there is just the smallest chance, I can't let them have this. What was that?!"

The door of the isolation room slammed shut snapping her out of her thoughts. In came the man who had been yelling at her to put the woman down and his Jaffa commander.

"So," said Cam casually as he walked over to their captive who he was now sure was secure, "we sure have some things to talk about don't we?"

As predictable as the tide the goa'uld's face stiffened and ordered in the distorted voice of its host: "Who is it you serve?"

"Now see," said Cam as he sat on a stool nest to her, not at all fazed by her attempt at intimidation, "When I said talk, I really intended for the questions to be coming from my side."

"Obviously it is not someone of great consequence," she sniggered, "if you are forced to use humans as interrogators." She looked to Teal'c. "Jaffa, you carry the mark of one I do not know. Who is it you serve?"

"Perhaps," Cam pulled her attention back to him, "I was not terribly clear." He stood and leaned over her immobilised form, his face livid. He really didn't like this snake. It had taken advantage of a moment when he had let his guard down and had managed to land Vala in the infirmary. "I will ask the questions and you will answer them all in as full a detail as possible or I will leave you alone with my good fried Teal'c over here and I can guarantee that you will spill your guts anyway." Seeing the smug smile creep onto one side of her face he lent in closer to her, his voice dangerously low. "And just to be perfectly clear, we don't serve," he said the word like it had a bad taste to it, "anyone."

Abruptly he stood up, taking his frustration out on a tray of medical instruments next to the bed which tipped onto the floor with a loud crash. Within two strides he was standing next to Teal'c with his arms folded, glaring back at her.

"What?" the look on her face told that this idea didn't make any sense to her. "But the goa'uld rule every planet in the sky." She still said the word 'goa'uld' with a sense of reverence.

"Hear me," said Teal'c, "The goa'uld are the scourge of this galaxy. These people are free and played a vital role in the dismantlement of the system lords. The Jaffa are free and we have a nation where we are our own masters. The goa'uld are on the run, in hiding, living off the scraps of worlds like vermin as they watch their empires crumble around them and are hunted to extinction. So you see, Goa'uld, your kind does not rule every planet in the sky and we serve no false god."

Cam watched with satisfaction as the cracks crept across the surface of her smug façade. Her face was contorting as it tried to adjust to the new way of sitting. He couldn't help but make an obvious snigger at her discomfort. As more and more fragments of her persona fell away something strange happened. Cam had expected rage or terror or defeat. However, her face became open and her eyes shone bright with what could only be described as hope.

"What?" her voice just managed to crock out, free from any distortion. "The goa'uld, they're gone?" And then the most unexpected thing of all happened. She smiled the warm, open and true smile of someone who has seen the sun come out from behind the clouds.

NOTE: Yep, that was fun. The Teal'c rant was particularly fun to write. Originally I meant for Sam to be the one that really didn't like her but the natural progression made it Cam. Also at first I wasn't very happy with the name Jas'ak but it's kind of grown on me. What do you think?

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