I never thoguht I'd be doing another chapter, but low and behold I was walking down my university hallway and got stabbed with a plot bunny. Enjoy.

Chapter Two

Dr. Charles Eppes was full of curiosity. Always had been and this curiosity always got him into trouble. This time was no different. His colleague/friend/mentor Dr. Larry Fleinhardt had a new project, one he refused to talk about or even show anyone. He kept it well guarded. Charlie guessed it was on him at all times in the computer he now carried with him everywhere. They computer itself was something Charlie had never seen before, not the make or strange style. It looked normal at first glance, but he'd seen the keyboard and the outward jacks. The laptop could connect to something Charlie had no idea about, he was sure of it, something only the government had access to.

He wished he could help, if it was from the government that it was something big. And it was important, because Larry would never have accepted the job if it wasn't, nor would he have accepted it if it wasn't going to benefit the world. That was a difference they shared, because he'd helped the government against their enemies. He'd developed equations that could be used in war, not many but he'd done it.

The strangest thing about the project however, what that he didn't seem to have a definite time limit. Oh he had no doubt that there was a limit, but Larry didn't let on that there was, or even when it was. This just made him wish that he was on the project more.

He wondered who hired Larry. He'd never really done anything that required a higher clearance that allowed him to help with the FBI cases. And even then clearance was required only for the higher threat cases.

As he headed towards Larry's office - for his own case - he overheard two men speaking.

"He must have made a development, the General is here."

"The ZPM Equation is far more complicated than what some aged scientist can do."

Charlie took a good look at them. They looked like government types, dressed in suits but they creeped him out. There was something about them that raised the hairs on his neck.

"Uh, excuse me," he said to them. "Do you need some help?"

They both looked at him surprised, "Who are you?" one of them asked.

"Dr. Charlie Eppes," he answered. "Who are you?"

The second stepped forward, "Trust."

Charlie frowned and had no time to react when the man grabbed him and pulled him into the empty classroom they'd been standing in front of. The first man followed and closed the door. Charlie's mouth was covered and the man's other arm was wrapped around his chest.

"What should we do with him?" the man holding Charlie asked.

The first man inspected Charlie for a moment, "I'm going to transfer to him. He's apparently famous and he may know the man working on the ZPM Equation."

The man behind Charlie nodded and removed his hand. The other immediately forced his mouth on Charlie's, forcing it open. Charlie was shocked, disgusted and then suddenly in pain. He blacked out.

O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.

When he came back to awareness a minute later he knew he was in trouble. He was no longer in control of his body, any part of it. There was a…..an alien - holy crap aliens were real - in him, controlling him. No one would believe it; no one would be able to figure it out. Seriously, no one equated a personality change with alien possession. He was screwed, doomed to not longer being in control. The odds were so greatly against him.

"….my former host needs to die." he heard himself say.

Streams of knowledge filtered to him. The creature was a Goa'uld, a snake like being with god like tendencies that needed human hosts to survive. Khefre was its name, and the other one's name was Aries. Khefre used his body to search the former host, pulling out several items and removing his gun. Then he snapped the man's neck.

Charlie cried out in shock but it didn't faze Khefre. Instead, Khefre handed the items and gun over to Aries. "This host is one of the smartest men on the planet, with a high security clearance and contacts in the NSA. He currently consults with his brother's FBI team."

Aries smirked, "Excellent. I'll leave you to your work then, just avoid the Colonel."

Khefre nodded and exited the classroom. All Charlie could do was watch as he went about his life, solving the equations and teaching his classes. The Goa'uld seemed to know everything there was about Charlie's life, habits, sayings and relationships. He was dismayed at how good he was at fooling people that he wasn't there, that they were talking and leaning from the real Charlie Eppes and not an imposter.

O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.

Khefre liked his new host. The man was a genius, and that was saying something since he was far more advanced. And he was not a difficult person to pose as. The memories were there for him, easy to access because Dr. Eppes was not well organized when it came to his thought process.

What he didn't like though, was the hair. It felt heavy and annoying on his head and he wanted to cut it off but knew that if he did that people would question him. He could get away with a bit of a cut though, to get rid of the heaviness and still be able to explain it.

He worked in his host's office, on the equation needed to help solve the FBI's latest case. It was interesting work, a way of doing things he'd never seen before. There were many ways he could use these equations to help the rest of the trust, and it was even possible that in this host he could solve the ZPM Equation. Having it before the SGC would give them a major advantage.

He turned back to the equations and continued working them out.

"I see you've figured out your dilemma."

Khefre spun around and smiled at the beautiful woman who was his host's girlfriend. He searches his host's memory then reacted, "Oh no! I'm so sorry I forgot about lunch. It's just, it worked itself out."

What the hell are you doing, leave her out of this his host screamed at him, but he ignored Charlie and gave Amita an apology-kiss.

Amita smiled at him, "Is it finished?"

Khefre shook his head, "Not yet. I should have it done within the hour. I'll take it to Don and then we can go out to dinner. How does that sound?"

Amita nodded, "That sounds wonderful."

Khefre smiled, ignoring his host screaming at him, trying to make him stop. Khefre would never stop, not when he was in the position to finish everything that would solidify the power of the Trust.

End of Chapter.

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