Annoyed, angry, and sweating buckets, Kait threw the piece of Ancient tech that did fuck all as far as she could tell across the room, and let out a yell of frustration.

"This is ridiculous, it's hot, and it's been 10 hours. I'm hungry, tired, and I just want to hit something!"

"You think I feel any better? Jeeze, Kait, you're not alone in here you know!"

By this point, Kait's heavy military-grade pants were tossed to the side, comfort winning over modesty. Once the virus had gone past the fever stage, the heat radiating from the once dormant machines began making the lab almost unbearable for them. To justify this course of action, she kept telling herself that it was no different than a bathing suit. Not that she cared at this point… the virus in her system was doing its job.

Rodney had finally removed his jacket, but nothing else. Yet. He had to admit, it was getting rather balmy in the small laboratory.

"Rodney, I don't care if I'm alone or not. All I care about is…I… I don't know." She said, blinking. "What were we arguing about?"

He sighed, and sat next to her, her confusion making his heart melt. He leaned her against him and radioed to Carson.

"Carson… how's it going?"

"We're getting close, Rodney, very close. A few more hours, tops, and we'll have something." He said, sounding far more hopeful than he had for a while now. Rodney turned to Kait and cupped her face, making her look at him.

"You hear that? We're going to be fine." He said, as she nodded.

Elizabeth sat at the head of SG:Command, briefing General Hammond on the situation with Dr. Jackson's help.

"We were lied to, General Hammond… we were told that there had been no activity and that it was a suspected science lab. It was in fact a known bio-weapons lab with viruses capable of killing within a 3 day timeframe. Two of my scientists are trapped down there right now… Dr. Jackson was almost included among them."

"That's right, sir. I mean they completely told us false information in order to get us to do their dirty work."

"I see. What is the status of Doctors McKay and Nichols?"

"Right now, they're stable. I've had to borrow some of your own medical officers to help Dr. Beckett to engineer an antivirus in time, but so far, it looks like we're going to make it." Elizabeth said as Hammond nodded.

"Understood. If you don't mind, Dr. Weir, I would like to send SG-1 to this planet, Sokra, I believe you said it was called. If nothing else, they can provide some muscle while you determine what needs to be done with the laboratory. Your notes indicate that they do not plan to simply give up the lab once McKay and Nichols are out?"

"No, sir, they plan to get them out, dead or alive, and use any antiviral we come up with to inoculate themselves and use the weaponry… I'm pretty sure the Ancients didn't intend these weapons for anything more than Wraith or potentially Replicator victims…allowing these people to use these weapons on other humans is just immoral on our part." Daniel said, as Hammond nodded.

"I see… then we need to decide how we're going to go about doing this." He said.

Elizabeth sighed. She hadn't wanted to involve the military any more than was necessary, but things on Sokra were not going well, and she needed to guarantee that she could get her people out at least.

Hammond motioned to the side, as a young woman with dark red hair walked in, and sat in the room. "Dr. Weir, Dr. Jackson, this is Dr. Bethany Vale, she's a biologist and geneticist, and has been studying Goa'uld genetics and their genetic memory for a few months now. She may be able to help Dr. Beckett with picking apart the virus. I've already provided her with the information we have, and she has a few ideas."

"Thank you General. I've broken the virus down to its base proteins thanks to some Goa'uld tech we're managed to acquire. This virus is unlike anything I've seen before… it spreads with a rate similar to Measles or Ebola… it's very, very highly communicable. It seems to block neural synapses, and cause what looks like neural degradation. In all actuality, the brain is fine, simply being coated cell by cell with this virus. It doesn't have the hormonal compound needed to start blocking and duplicating en-masse until after an extreme activity… it needs adrenaline. It has to be an activity that taxes our bodies, something many people would not just up and do, so to counter that this virus initially targets the neural center that controls our inhibitions."

"So… this is a smart virus?" Daniel asked, looking confused. "Viruses can be like that?"

"Of course. Technically, they are living creatures. They just have no brain. Well, these viral cells seem to have a genetic memory similar to the Goa'uld. They are given their instructions, and duplicate rapidly. Every new virus cell has this same set of instructions. And they were, as far as I can see, meant for the Wraith. In the Wraith, it would act more violently, so I think that's the only thing that has saved your science officers, Dr. Weir."

"But, they found a victim that died in the labs down there…" Elizabeth said, as Beth gave her a confused glance.

"I don't see how, they would have had hours before showing symptoms, even if the virus is mutated… could these people be genetically similar to the Wraith?"

Daniel sat back in thought for a moment… the writings on the pillars… a warning. The writing in the lab… another warning… all of it screaming to stay out, but what if… what if the lab wasn't the danger. What if…

"Elizabeth… we need to go to Atlantis, now…"

"I'm coming with you, I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt if these people are related to the Wraith or not, genetically." Beth said, as Elizabeth nodded.

"Let's go then."

Kait shifted in her seat. "Rodney?"

"What?" he glanced up from his seat at a console, sweat dripping from his forehead.

She looked down at her feet. "Tell my brother I'm sorry that I won't be there for any of the important events he's going to have…"

"No. I'm not doing that Kait. We're going to be fine."

"Stop saying that! You don't know if we're going to be fine or not!" she growled, standing up and marching over to him. "You're GUESSING, and it's annoying! STOP acting like you know it all! Just sto—mmph!"

She was rudely interrupted by him grabbing her shirt and pulling her down to him, greedily pushing his lips to hers. As she pulled back, she looked at him, as he focused his eyes on hers.

"We can't." he said, as she started pulling at his t-shirt. "We'd both be dead in hours… we can't. God knows I want to but…"

She cut him off, and began to untuck his shirt and run her hands on his chest. "We're both at that stage where we're not going to care, and you know it. It doesn't matter anymore… we do this, we have a few hours less. And I'd rather go out being with someone I care about rather than sitting in a corner crossing my legs and purposefully not looking at you…"

As she moved her hand behind his head, she pulled herself down to him in a bruising kiss. His hands moved up her shirt and pulled it off, revealing her emerald green bra. She panted, her hands gripping his shirt before tugging it up and over his head. She pressed herself to him as his hands moved to her bra and unhooked it. Throwing the garment to the side, he leaned her back and laid her on the floor, kicking off his pants in the process.

"You still sure about this-" he started, as she pulled him down to her and, in a matter of moments, spun his world upside down…

"Sir, we just need some assistance on Atlantis… do you mind sending one or two of your scientists with us?" Daniel asked the Chancellor, who nodded. 'Of course he doesn't mind, he thinks we're helping him… ' Daniel thought to himself.

"However we may be of assistance."

"There's a small thing, we need a blood sample before we can let your men in the city." Beth said, as he raised his eyebrow at her.

"Why?"

"To check for viral exposure. It's just a safety precaution." She said, as he nodded.

"Very well. You may draw what you need."

Minutes later, they were drawing blood from two men and back to Atlantis for an analysis. The Ancient tech took mere minutes, but it left Beth flabbergasted.

"This… this can't be right."

Daniel looked up from the screen he was looking at. "What is it?"

"The DNA… genetically, it's showing incredible similarities to the Wraith… like, a 67% similarity at the genetic level. Almost as if they were the next step in the Wraith evolutionary chain… but, there's also something that is distinctly Goa'uld… These look like a genetic crossbreed… like Goa'uld took over an evolved Wraith, merged a fraction of its DNA, and then bred… and boom, you get these people…"

"So they're definitely not human." Daniel said, as she shook her head.

"No, I would say not. In fact, I would say that this was what the virus was created for… that place was probably a camp, or prison, to keep these genetic anomalies and come up with a weapon against them… there could be millions more too, because you can't tell the difference until you get to the genetic level. They are essentially the perfect wolf-in-sheep's-clothing scenario…"

Daniel swore lightly and grabbed his radio. "Sam? Yeah, we have an answer all right, but you're really not going to like it… We're going to need a Wraith weapon. Goa'uld-weakening weapons would help too. Only thing I can tell you is that these things are the X-Men of the 'Things that want to eat humans' gene pool." He said, and nodded at her response. "Sure. That's great! Yeah, I'll do that."

He looked to Beth. "We have to head back. Dr. Beckett thinks he's come up with a cure, but he needs to do some testing on it to be sure. We'll need to be there when our people come out."

She followed behind him as he began to walk. "Will they be ok?"

"Well, as long as they haven't done anything that would release their adrenaline, they should be fine."

A hand popped up from behind the console, pulling themselves up. Rodney pulled Kait up, as her tired body went semi limp from exertion.

"I have to admit… I didn't think you had THAT in you."

"Hey! I resent that." Rodney grumbled, as she snickered.

"It's kind of nice… my head feels clear for a moment. Like I was before all of this." She said, leaning her head back against his chest.

"Me too, actually. It's strange, I thought we'd get worse if we did anything to overexert ourselves."

"I know. I'm guessing it's the proverbial calm before the storm, but still. If I'm going out, I want it to be like this."

They sat quietly for a few minutes before the light beep of the radio was heard. "Oh, hell, Carson must have been trying to get in touch with us." Rodney said, putting the earpiece in and turning it on. "Mckay here."

"The hell have you been, Rodney? I've been trying to get in touch with you for over an hour now!"

"Yeah, about that… so, how long do we have?"

"That's what I've been trying to call about, I think I have a cure. I'm running final tests. I do have a vaccine, and that is being used to inoculate a team to come down, but until I can give you a cure I'm not ok with opening those doors. But it's almost done. Why?"

"Well. Hypothetically speaking, say we overexerted ourselves somewhat. How long would we have left?"

"Rodney…"

"To be fair, I didn't start it."

"He did, Carson, don't let him fo-"

Rodney's head whipped over to the sound of Kait's body hitting the floor and going into violent convulsions. "Kait! Carson, she's having a seizure! What do I do? Do I grab her tongue, shove a stick in her mouth…"

"Don't do ANY of those things! Put something soft under her head, clothing, something like that. Don't hold her down or try and stop her movements. Don't put anything in her mouth or try and pry her mouth open. Turn her to the side to help keep her airway clear. Let it run its course and keep me filled in…"

Rodney quickly grabbed a shirt, his, to be exact, and put it under her head. He rolled her to the side and rubbed her back. "Come on, Kait, get through this… Carson, how long before you can get to us?"

"I was going to try and test this, but I don't think I have a choice now… you would have only had a bit more time resisting, anyhow… we're going to finish inoculating a team and be there in about 15 minutes."

The tremors stopped, and Rodney pulled her into his lap, as he pulled his shirt back on. "They'll be here soon." He said, as he pushed her hair off her forehead. He sucked in air at how hot to the touch she was… Fever.

"C'mon, Carson…" he muttered, picking her jacket off the floor and wrapping around her shoulders. He could feel his own mind slipping away faster, he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist the virus's effects on the mind.

"Chancellor, we need to have a word with you."

The Chancellor turned around, smiling at Colonel O'Neill. "Yes?"

"Yeah, I've got a bone to pick with you. You lied to my people, and you're not who you claim to be. So, before I give Teal'c here permission to blast you to kingdom come… what the hell are you and what do you want with us?

"I do not understand what you mean…"

"Don't give me that, we know you're not human like you've pretended to be." O'Neill said, glaring.

"I tested your men… both of them were a hybrid of Wraith and Goa'uld…What are you?" Beth said.

The Chancellor sneered. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. You're very correct, girl. I am not human. My people were once Goa'uld… until we were captured by Ancients. We were imprisoned here and our DNA was spliced with creatures they called the Wraith. They hoped to make them more docile by using our base DNA coding, which was once submissive, and blend it with these… ravenous… Wraith. But the Wraith were like animals, and our DNA mixed with theirs made younglings that possessed the Goa'uld genetic memory, with all of the weaknesses and strength of the Wraith. We no longer needed bodies. We had all of our abilities and no need to go from host to host. They did us a favor! We are those younglings, we have lived for centuries! We hibernate and feed as the Wraith do to stay young, but we can also subsist on human food. We discovered unique traits that did not show up until our DNA was spliced, such as the ability to appear human."

Beth gripped her weapon, as Daniel spoke. "So the virus… it was meant for you?"

"Yes, the Ancients knew they had made us too powerful, that we could overtake them… so they sought a way to humanely euthanize us. They did not expect us to discover their plan, and try to kill them. They locked the laboratory up and fled. Since we share so many traits with humans, we believed that there was definitely a way to use the virus against you sniveling meat sacks."

Daniel grabbed his gun, and pointed it at the Chancellor. "So, again… who are you?"

He sneered. "My consciousness before being in this body was known as Ozymandias. My companion, the woman you see me with, she is known as Ankhesenamon. Both of our Goa'uld consciousnesses were placed into these bodies by our original Goa'uld bodies. For a time, we hosted ourselves. But that does not matter. The end point is simple. You will do as we ask. If not… we have the ability now to kill all of you, not with a weapon, or a bang… but a simple whimper."

Samantha, glaring, held her weapon up. "That's not going to happen."

"Then I'm afraid it's time for you to be dealt with." He clapped, as his guards surrounded them. "We'll get the answers we need, eventually. Take them to the prison."

"Get down here, Medical team one, you need to give them the first round of the antiviral before you give the secondary part of it. Remember, if you get the order wrong they'll be killed… Rodney! I need to to tell me something simple that you would remember. Ok?" Carson knelt next to Rodney, who was holding onto Kait still as if he thought she would vanish.

"Pi… Pi is 3.14…uh… Carson… I know this, I've known it since grade school…My sister's name… is…" his brows knotted in frustration. "Kait's last name is… Michaels… Katherine Michaels…"

"Ok Rodney, that's enough. This should start counteracting the virus. I needed to know how much it's done to make sure it's reversing. Kait should… she should start coming out of it very soon, alright? You need to hand her over to us, now."

"No. I have to protect… I don't know… why…"

"You were keeping her safe for us. We took longer than we had hoped getting back to you. But we have a situation, and we need to get back to the gate, now… we can't do that until you let her go so we can carry her out."

"Right… You're Carson. You're going to help…" he said, as he let her go and the team placed her on a stretcher, giving her the second shot and wheeling her up.

"Indeed, Rodney. Let's get you to the medical bay on Atlantis." Carson said. "Then we have to figure out a way to get to SG-1… we lost contact with them as we got these doors open. They were making sure we could get to you without interference. I'll explain more when you'll understand better, though… ok? I need a gurney, here! Rodney, I want you to get on the gurney. It's time to go home."

**Author's Note: I'm sorry it's taking longer than I would like between chapters, I've had a very busy finals schedule. It should be calming down soon though! Reviews are very appreciated! **