Rising from the Ashes of Ascension

Chapter 21

Disclaimer: As much as I might wish, I do not own Stargate: SG1, Highlander: the Series, or any recognizable characters from either show. If I did, I wouldn't be working in the public schools system. However, any characters that are not from either show are mine and I will use and abuse them as I see fit. Everyone else will be returned eventually, for I am only borrowing for awhile, but they might end up a bit scuffed.

Warnings: Potty language, violence, and sexual references (a bit more than what I normally write, but nothing overly detailed – believe me, I blushed the entire time I wrote this chapter).

Daniel and Methos were taken to separate areas of the palace, each waiting separate fates that they could only guess at.

Methos was taken to a room that obviously used as a bedroom, though for individual with a sadistic bent to them. There was an ornately carved bed covered in fine, luxurious red and gold silk. The furniture, chairs, chests, and even the walls were intricately carved using rare and exotic woods and gold. Along with the luxurious trappings, the room was lined with shelves of whips, hand devices, shackles, and chains. There were enough torture devices present that would have even made the Blood Countess, Elizabeth Bathory, cringe in pain and shame.

Lying on the bed, in what Methos assumed was a seductive pose (the fangs, the necklace made out of skulls, and the extra arms kind of turned him off), was Kali. What he saw up her skirt was scarier (though human-like) than any shot of Paris Hilton climbing out of a car. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and there was a dangerous gleam in her eyes that made the ancient Immortal increase his efforts to escape from the iron grips of the Jaffa that had a hold of him. While he was a skilled and deadly fighter, he couldn't get any leverage to aid him in escaping whatever fate Kali had in mind for him.

"Bring him," the Goa'uld commanded her Jaffa.

They brought him closer to her and the bed, Kali's grotesque face leering growing more and more sinister with each passing second.

When they were at the foot of the bed, Kali sat up, kneeling before him so that they were eye to eye. "Hold him still," she said as she ran her tongue across his mouth and breathing out a cloud of pheromones that enveloped his senses, leaving him helpless as a newborn kitten. His immortal healing and fortitude did not kick out the drug; his Quickening did not see the foreign invaders as something that needed to be repelled and pushed out. Methos, despite his status as an Immortal, despite that once upon a time he was feared across three continents as Death, he was still male and as subject to the power of pheromones as any other man.

In short, Methos was horny.

While it took a higher dosage than usual, within in seconds Methos' will was weakened and stopped his struggling to get away from the Goa'uld. Instead he struggled to free himself so he could get closer to the four-armed alien, wanting her, craving her touch with every fiber of his being.

"Jaffa, kree! Leave us!" Kali barked and the Jaffa hurried to comply, not wanting to anger their mistress. She then turned her attention to Methos who was doing his best to attach himself to her.

"Tell me about yourself, how is it that you can come back from death?"

With that, helpless, Methos told her about Immortals on Earth, the idea of a Quickening, and the Game. After five thousand years of keeping the secret of Immortality to himself, Methos betrayed his race and allowed an alien with a god-complex in on one of the greatest secrets on Earth.

"You mean to tell me that there are more of you? How many more are like you?" she fairly hissed in pleasure. She had the ultimate weapon against the Tau'ri and other System Lords: beings that lived forever, had power at their finger tips, and would make wonderful hosts for her and her off-spring.

"Yes, there are thousands of others like me spread throughout the world, but our numbers are small in comparison to the entire population on Earth," Methos said slowly, unable to stop himself from revealing the secrets of the Immortals.

"Wonderful favorite," she whispered in his ear, using her arms (all four of them) to disrobe him, ripping his clothes from his body. She tossed aside his torn clothing before climbing on top of him, using him to fertilize a new breed of Goa'uld, ones that would be meant to subjugate the Immortal race, ushering in her ability to seize control of the Tau'ri and push aside other Goa'uld – including even Anubis and become the supreme ruler of the galaxy, with her beloved Shiva by her side.

What they did to and with each other would even disgust the editorial board of Hustler magazine. It was creepy, vulgar, and animalistic. The sounds that filled the bed chamber were something that could give snuff films a "G" rating. Cats in heat had more finesse than the Goddess of Death and Destruction and the Immortal once known as Death had at that moment.

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While Kali's and Methos' bizarre and sickening "love" making was taking place on one side of the palace, Daniel found himself in another room on the opposite side of the palace. Instead of a bedroom, filled with silks and comfortable furniture, Daniel was placed in a nearly bare room, stripped down to his t-shirt, pants, and boots. He was shackled at the wrists and was suspended from a stone beam that ran the width of the room. His legs were also chained to the floor, making it impossible for him to move. He couldn't even scratch his nose which was beginning to itch like crazy, driving him nearly insane. Rubbing it on his shoulder helped somewhat, but 

not like a good scratching would. His predicament reminded him of his unfortunate adventures in South Dakota and the planet with the giant Smurfs.

"Motherfucking hell," Danil raged to the empty room, wondering what in the hell was happening to Methos, though his imagination offered up several scenarios, most of which made him wish for his memories to be wiped again, this time permanently.

What really worried him was either Methos getting himself killed, in a permanent way, ending his old friend's life for good or that the secret of Immortality would be revealed. There was little that scared him more than the idea that he or any Immortal would be lost forever, their Quickening wasted. However, what truly frightened him was idea that Goa'uld would learn about Immortals. If he had to weigh what scared him more, the government finding out about Immortals or the Goa'uld finding out about Immortals, the Goa'uld finding out the great secret was worse.

Danil hung there for what seemed like hours. Time seemed to drag slowly when one was strung up like a ham waiting to be cured. With each passing second his temper grew, allowing his darker side to creep to the surface. Anger seethed and bubbled beneath the surface, begging for release. It was humiliating to be chained up like an animal and his nose wouldn't quit itching!

Finally, after an eternity, the door to his prison opened. Two Jaffa entered, followed by Kali. Behind Kali came another Jaffa, this time a woman, probably a priestess, carrying an eerily familiar jar.

She looked the same as she did in the throne room, though if pressed, Danil would have sworn that she actually looked smug. Of course all Goa'uld tended to look smug, but the look was even more smug than usual.

"Doctor Daniel Jackson," Kali growled, her red eyes running all over his body.

"That's my name," Danil growled back. "Let's cut the crap. I don't remember anything about my time among the Ascended. Nothing you can do will change that. The Ancients did a very nice job at removing my memories of that time period."

"You are indeed very attractive for a human. Ammonet told me a lot about you. She wasn't lying when she said you were a fine example of the human genetics. While she clearly preferred Apophis, she said you were a delicious diversion. She also said that she loved to torment her host with your memory, letting the host know that she would never be with her beloved husband again."

Danil snarled something vicious and incomprehensible at the mention of the Goa'uld that had infested his now-dead wife. While it had been several years since her death, the love he had for Shar'ae and the hatred for Ammonet were still close to the surface. He hated the fact that Kali knew exactly what buttons to push.

Kali laughed at Danil's ineffective lunge at her, knowing that he would love to be able to attack her but couldn't. The rage she saw in him was infectious, desirable even and he was quite attractive.

"Don't worry, you will know soon what it was like for your wife," Kali smiled, running two of her hands across his chest while the others stroked his outstretched arms and head. "I have plans for you. Soon you will call me beloved."

Kali beckoned for her priestess to come forward.

Danil suddenly understood what Kali meant to do to him. He tried to pull away, get away from the Goa'uld. He couldn't. He was helpless, a prisoner with no way of escape.

"Hold his head," she told the Jaffa as she reached with one hand and opened the jar the priestess carried reverently on a red silk pillow. With another hand, she reached inside and grabbed the screaming, squirming Goa'uld.

"You will become the host of my beloved Shiva. His last host became too damaged to heal and I have been looking for someone that is worthy to carry him. Also, he will learn what you know, including the secrets of the Ancients and with him by my side, the galaxy will be mine," she bragged.

Danil snorted. "Do you really think Shiva will let you dominate everything? Legend says that he is your master, the one that can control and dominate you."

"Shiva and I are one, you will learn this Tau'ri," she sneered and she walked behind him, her skirt of arms swaying nauseatingly and her necklace of skulls clinking together. "My desires are his as are his are mine."

Kali stood behind Danil, holding Shiva near the base of his skull as the Jaffa force his head down, exposing his neck further to the false goddess.

Without warning, the Goa'uld struck, burrowing into Danil's neck, invading his body, attempting to take control of the host.

A/N: What do you think? Crap or not? Hit the shiny review button and let me know what you think.

I will say that I had a fun time writing this chapter. I typed most of it up while watching the episode that introduced Hathor. So if you see similarities, blame it on watching a SG-1 marathon on the SciFi channel. As for Methos' and Daniel's fates, that it will be handled in the next chapter. I have it outlined; I just need to type it up. I only hope it doesn't disappoint. My goal is to have it out before my vacation (btw, if there is anyone out there in Paris, London, or Barcelona and would like to throw me a hint or two in a PM or email, I'd appreciate it).

Thank you Lorilei for looking over the chapter and I hope you find the industrial soap you were looking for. Also, thank you to you out there who continue to read my stuff, putting my story on their lists, and for throwing a review my way. Thank you to all.

Cheers!