a "GUTTER PRESS" fanfiction
by G-Baby
SPECIAL SHANKS to my sister NEPHTHYS who translated the story into English !!!
The Stargate opened, and the SG-7 team came through it. One of the troops shouted, "We have a medical emergency!"
General Hammond questioned the Major leading the team about what had happened.
"General, sir, we were on Planet PXF5733 when we came under attack from a group of Jaffar. The young woman we brought back with us, she came out of nowhere and helped us against the Jaffar. We owe our lives to her intervention."
In the infirmary, Dr Frasier concerned herself with the injured woman. General Hammond came to her to ask about the woman's condition.
"How is she?"
"General, her condition is not exactly stable, she has lost a great deal of blood. Admittedly, what makes me more worried is that she carries a Goa'uld hand weapon, and, according to SG-7, she is perfectly capable of using it. I just hope the tests show that she is not a Goa'uld."
"Doctor, report to me immediately if her condition changes."
"Yes sir."
In the conference room, SG-1 and SG-7 met to discuss the mission.
"Teal'C, can you tell me if you have ever seen this woman before?" the General asked the Jaffar.
"No sir, I have never seen this woman. It would admittedly be helpful to know her name. Then I could be of further use to you in this."
"Dr Frasier will advise us when she awakens," General Hammond announced.
Dr Frasier had just checked the test results of her patient, when the woman's eyes opened.
"How do you feel?" asked the doctor.
The blonde woman looked at the doctor questioningly and then answered slowly in a curious accent, "I have felt better." And she looked at the straps holding her to the bed.
"What is your name?" Dr Frasier questioned further.
"I don't know my real name, everyone calls me Isis," the woman answered.
Dr Frasier immediately left the infirmary and headed for the conference room.
She entered the conference room where now only General Hammond and SG-1 sat.
"General Hammond, she is awake, and I think we have a problem," Dr Frasier said worriedly.
"Problem, Dr Frasier? What is that supposed to mean?" came the question from General Hammond.
"She says her name is Isis."
Teal'C rose from his chair. "Isis, yes, this name is well known to all Jaffar, every Jaffar is afraid of this woman. However, although she carries the name of an Egyptian goddess, she is nonetheless not a Goa'uld. She was the wife of Osiris, and when Set killed him, she swore all Goa'uld and Jaffar would die. Admittedly, we were never certain whether she lived at all, or whether everything was a myth."
"Hmm, yes, in Egyptian mythology, Isis was a powerful goddess," threw in Daniel Jackson.
"Can we see her?" asked Captain Carter.
"Yes, of course. I have no objections," answered Dr Frasier.
Isis didn't feel at all happy. She was restrained, apparently on another world, and next to her bed stood two guards.
Suddenly the door opened, and SG-1 entered with General Hammond and Dr Frasier. Jack said to the guards, "Take up your posts outside."
Daniel came closer to the hospital bed and looked the young woman in the eyes . . . and he was suddenly back in his past.
1993: Egypt - Valley of the Kings
Dr Jackson was in Egypt, by some curious wall paintings in the tomb of Ramses II, deciding he was not having much luck with this. The wall paintings made no sense. He stood up, brushing the dust from his jeans, and walked back out of the tomb. The setting sun dazzled him very little, still he took a deep breath. Oh God, how he loved this sight . . . the sunset in the Valley of the Kings. In the midst of all these tombs and artefacts, he felt as if he had been transported back in time, and in this ancient Egypt, he felt at home.
Suddenly, something caught his attention. A figure flitted to the tomb of Ramses IX. Daniel heard the iron gate of the tomb open. He decided to check what this person was doing. There was nothing more in the tomb for tomb robbers to take, it had been plundered and left empty thousands of years ago. There was only one thing that was still an attraction in this tomb, a life size statue of the God Osiris. And time had taken its toll on this.
Slowly and quietly, Daniel moved into the tomb. He wondered to himself what would happen when he caught up with this mysterious figure.
Then he saw her, the figure was a woman with long blonde hair. She knelt before the statue of Osiris, and it looked to Daniel as if she brought an offering to the God. She noticed Daniel's presence, and turned her head around with a jerk. When he saw her, Daniel caught his breath, and he thought, "My God, what a wonderful sight she is!"
The woman looked at Daniel fearfully, as shy as a deer. And yet in the next moment, there was only sadness in her eyes. Slowly she stood up, and stepped as gracefully as a Queen to Daniel. Daniel wondered at her clothes and the jewelry she had on. She wore a snowy white gown, around her throat was the typical jewelry worn in Ancient Egypt, splendid gold armbands were on her arms and over her blonde hair, she wore a gold crown.
She stood now directly in front of Daniel, and looked deep into his blue eyes. Daniel was incapable of moving. He was so very fascinated by this mysterious woman. She slid her hand around his neck, slowly bringing Daniel's head down to her. On her left hand she wore some kind of hand jewelry, with a flat crystal set in the middle of the palm.
She lay the crystal on Daniel's forehead, and it began to glow, then she whispered in Ancient Egyptian, "Promise me you will never tell anyone you saw me here."
She came still closer to him and gently touched her lips to his. Daniel instinctively opened his lips and she deepened their kiss. Daniel felt only her lips, her tongue and her body pressed against his, his body so affected he wasn't able to think clearly. When their lips parted, she whispered in his ear, "I promise I will tell no one I have seen you here - even if I do not know who you are."
Almost before this sentence had ended, she disappeared, swallowed by the ground.
He often thought of this incident, but it always seemed like a crazy dream. This beautiful woman, and the breathtaking kiss that she gave him, must have sprung from his imagination. And yet, here was this woman - this woman lying in the hospital bed. Isis was the mysterious woman with him that time in the Valley of the Kings, who had stolen his heart.
Daniel was sure, too, that she immediately recognised him, as she flushed when she looked into his eyes.
O'Neill began to pose his questions.
"Isis, that is your name? Are you a Goa'uld?"
"Yes, I have become known as Isis. No, I am not a Goa'uld!" she shot back at him in her strange accent.
"But why do you wear a Goa'uld hand weapon, which you can use perfectly?"
"My husband taught me this, but he didn't ever want me to have contact with any other Goa'uld."
"But Teal'C says you were the wife of Osiris, and he was a Goa'uld, isn't that right?" asked General Hammond.
"Yes Osiris was a Goa'uld, but the Jaffar you call Teal'C must also know that Osiris and Ptah were different from other Goa'uld. They enslaved no-one, living withdrawn and isolated on distant planets."
"What she says is correct, General," confirmed Teal'C.
O'Neill protested, "A Goa'uld with a human woman for a wife and no Goa'uld implant, curious. But at least she's lucky that Maybourne isn't interested in her! When did your husband die, if I may be allowed such a blunt question?"
"Five years ago. Since then I've fought all Jaffar and Goa'uld," she answered in a sad voice.
Daniel saw the sorrow in her eyes, and it reminded him of his own pain. When SG-1 last attacked Apophis, Sha're was killed. Apophis used her as a human shield, when he noticed there was no other escape for him. Since Sha're's death three months ago, a part of Daniel was broken. Earlier, he had always had the hope that he could win Sha're back. This hope was now gone. However, Daniel threw himself further into his work and in the battle against the Goa'uld. He wanted revenge on Apophis.
Some days later - SGC Headquarters
Isis was finally able to get up and be shown around the base by Sam. She knew she would be allowed to stay here. To be sure, she could not become a member of SG-1, but the President approved her presence in the SGC, because her knowledge of the Goa'uld and the planets she had visited could give the SGC optimal support.
Sam moved around with Isis, who hadn't seen the other members of SG-1 since the first day in the infirmary. Sam asked Isis why she seemed so distant.
"Well, I'm wondering what the rest of your team is doing?"
"They are finding a place for you to live, I'm sure you don't want live here in the bunker forever," answered Sam.
"No, you are right, I would not like that," Isis confirmed.
They walked along a corridor, and as they turned a corner, they saw Daniel and Jack approaching.
"Hello you two," Daniel and Jack greeted the two women.
"Well, ladies, we have a problem with Isis' apartment. We have a house, admittedly Daniel will have to give up his apartment to get it, and the question is now . . . would it disturb you, Isis, to live together in the same house with Daniel?" asked O'Neill.
Isis looked first at Jack and then Daniel questioningly. Hesitantly she began, "It's all the same to me who I live with . . . but I think that it would probably bother Daniel with me living in the house."
"No! No, it would not bother me Isis, why would you think that?" asked Daniel, confused.
"I simply thought you would be fonder of living alone," she replied.
"Okay excellent, I think you're suitable. Come on, we'll all go and see the house." O'Neill was already on the way out as he spoke.
The house was wonderful and not more than a mile distant from the house where O'Neill lived with Teal'C. While Jack and Sam were in the house discussing whether the parquetry floor was good or bad, Daniel and Isis went into the garden. It was the first time they had been alone together.
"You remember me, don't you Daniel?" Isis didn't look in Daniel's direction as she spoke.
Daniel stood behind her, he lay his hand on her shoulder and turned her around to face him.
"I have never forgotten you, even if I always thought I dreamed our meeting."
Isis smiled at Daniel. "Are you also certain that you want me to move in here with you?'
"Why not, it seems we have some things in common," answered Daniel.
Isis looked in his blue eyes and she thought, "I never want to hurt you." Then she said to him, "Daniel, I want to be no problem to you, " and gave him a radiant smile.
The move from Daniel's apartment to the house involved the entire SG-1 team. Colonel O'Neill fled when he had lugged the tenth box of books through the door.
"I would not have have helped with this move if I had known it was a library opening."
Sam, walking behind him with a box full of artefacts, said, "Or a museum opening. Daniel's apartment is so tiny, I would never have thought there was so much in it."
After a week the house was judged ready, and the housewarming party was about to occur. Sam carried Isis off to a shopping spree in the city, so Isis would not have to remain in an Air Force uniform forever. Sam wanted Isis to find something beautiful before the party. Isis found something suitable after a short time, and when Sam saw her in it, she confirmed that she had to buy it.
When she arrived at the house, Isis took a warm shower and slipped into her newly acquired outfit. She was eager to see what Daniel would say about it.
When she came downstairs and Daniel saw her, he almost dropped the tray of glasses he carried. In this white dress she seemed much as she had at that time in the Valley of the Kings.
"Does it please you, Daniel?" Isis wanted to know.
"It suits you very well," he couldn't look at her when he said it. Secretly he cursed himself. Sha're had been dead just three months, and this woman flustered him completely. He dreamed every night of Isis lying in his arms and crying out his name as he loved her. But Daniel was ashamed of himself, that he had so quickly dishonoured Sha're's memory. Nevertheless, he also knew that he had pursued Isis in his thoughts and dreams for what seemed like an eternity, long before he had gotten to know Sha're. And he was also aware it had been quite a while since he had slept with a woman of his own free will.
The party was complete success, with many more people than either of them had expected, and it was late before the last guests had left. Daniel cleared the remaining glasses into the dishwasher, while Isis tidied away the last traces of the party. Daniel stood in the kitchen, and watched her as she wiped down the table and pushed the sofa back into place. The stereo system played quiet soul music in the background. Daniel ventured into the living room and, although he had already had too much to drink, he asked Isis, "Will you have a glass of wine with me to celebrate how well the party went tonight?"
"Gladly Daniel," was her quick reply.
She passed Daniel two glasses and he uncorked the wine bottle and poured wine into both glasses.
"What shall we drink to?" he asked her.
"To the future?" Isis looked at him questioningly.
"Yes, okay - to the future and to everything it will bring us."
Daniel could not take his eyes from her as she drank the wine - he had never seen a woman drink wine like that. It excited him - how she almost caressed the glass with her lips, and how she drank the wine slowly and with relish. He looked away quickly when she noticed his minute observation of her.
Daniel knew that he should control his thoughts or go to bed now. This woman made him insane, and yet he could do nothing except stand up, hold out his hand to her and ask her, "Will you dance?"
Isis looked at him and answered, "I would love to, but I am not a good dancer."
He ignored that, and pulled her into his arms. "It is not difficult, leave it to me to simply lead you."
Daniel felt her body nestle against him, it was unthinkable to stop, he could not believe the effect this woman had on him. He felt it had to be the alcohol he had drunk.
"Isis, you really don't know what you do to me," he whispered.
She lifted her head from his chest and looked questioningly at him. "Don't you like dancing with me? Why did you insist that I do so?"
"I very much enjoy dancing with you, but I think we should now go to bed. I won't be able to control myself with you much longer. If I don't leave now, then I will do something that would just complicate our situation," he told her frankly.
Isis broke free from his embrace. She was already confused - normally it was she who confused and seduced the man, not the other way around. But Daniel's embrace awoke in her feelings she had not felt for so long. She felt so safe and protected near him, she knew that she would, without hesitation, go to his bed and spend the whole night making love to him, but that this must not happen.
Therefore she took his hand, kissed his fingertips and whispered, "Goodnight Daniel, and dream of something beautiful."
With those words, she left him standing alone in the living room and disappeared up to her bedroom.
In the coming weeks, Isis learned much from Daniel about the ancient Egyptians. She realised she knew very little about the myths, or about the goddess Isis. She read through Daniel's small library and watched films based on Egyptian mythology. Daniel was fascinated by how willingly and enthusiastically she learned all he could teach her. While he and the rest of SG-1 learned about other cultures on foreign planets, Isis began to know and love more about ancient Egypt. Often, she fell asleep over a book, and Daniel was accustomed to getting up in the morning and finding Isis sleeping in the living room.
One Friday, he arrived home a day earlier than expected from a disappointing mission, and he could not believe what he found.
He entered the house, laid his keys on the sideboard in the hall and went straight to the kitchen. Daniel poured a glass of milk and went to sit on the sofa, when he noticed Isis was there. This was something he was used to, but this time his blood surged in his veins.
She lay there wearing nothing but a transparent negligee. She had not worn it intending to seduce him, she could not have known he would return early from the mission, and yet it was enticing. Daniel put down his glass of milk on the table, and sat in the armchair beside the sofa.
Slowly he let his gaze travel over her body - that negligee was pure agony for him. A light blanket covered her from the hips down, but her upper body was uncovered. The negligee had slipped down from her shoulders, exposing her well formed breasts. Daniel could not take his eyes from her. Her skin was not tanned from the sun, but she was not pale either. Her long hair draped down over the sofa. She was beauty personified, thought Daniel.
He stood up quietly and moved across to the sofa, kneeling by it and looking into Isis' sleeping face. He bent forward and kissed her lips gently, and then placed a trail of kisses down her throat to her breasts.
Isis dreamed of Daniel holding her in his arms. He kissed her and stroked her long hair. In her dream, she ran her hand through Daniel's hair while he kissed her throat tenderly. Ah, she could feel Daniel's hands on her breasts, slowly stroking his fingers over her pink nipples. His hands felt so experienced and that excited her. Warm hands on her cold skin . . . she had forgotten to close the window, she thought in her dream, and she returned to reality.
She suddenly realised she didn't know what was happening - was she awake or dreaming? She could no longer trust her eyes. Daniel knelt next to her, close enough to tease her nipple with his tongue. She moaned. Daniel raised his head and smiled.
"Are you awake now, princess?"
"Daniel, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Princess, when you are so charmingly dressed, no man could resist you," and as he spoke, he rubbed his thumbs over her erect buds. She moaned again. "Shall I stop?" he asked her innocently.
"No! No, Daniel don't listen to me," she implored him in a hoarse voice.
Daniel bent over her body again and devoted himself to the other breast. He ran his tongue softly around the nipple, and then sucked tenderly on it. Isis writhed under his lips. He left her breast and kissed her mouth. Isis opened her lips and let Daniel's tongue explore her mouth.
Isis sat up and threw her arms around Daniel's body, feeling how his heart pounded as fast as her own. She ran her hands tenderly through his hair as they kissed. Their lips parted, and Isis pulled Daniel onto the sofa with her. The blanket slid off her body, and Daniel held his breath as she removed her negligee. She sat naked before him, and he admired her body. He did not want to make love to her here on this much too small sofa, so he took her into his arms and lifted her up. Isis kissed his throat softly as he carried her up to his bedroom.
Carefully he lay her down on his bed. He stepped back and Isis sat up.
"No please, stay there - I want to admire you, lying naked on my bed."
Isis blushed as his eyes roamed over her body. Then he sat down beside her on the bed and began to stroke her body. He drew a trail with his fingers, beginning at her breasts and ending at her navel.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, as he bent over her and kissed her navel. Isis moaned and gripped Daniel's hair, caressing him. Daniel noticed how she shuddered when he touched her, and he lifted his head and smiled lovingly at her. Isis took off his glasses, but he stopped her hand and said, "Isis, I cannot see particularly well without my glasses."
"Daniel, you cannot be limited by what you see, you can also feel," she responded in a soft voice. She kissed him again, and pulled his T-shirt over his head, smelling his skin, lightly scented with the shower gel he had used not long before at the base. She nestled close to him, and he moaned when he felt her hard nipples against his chest.
"Tell me what you like . . " he whispered in her ear.
She didn't answer. Daniel looked into her face, and noticed her embarrassed look, and began to caress her earlobe with his tongue.
"Don't be shy with me, princess, show me where and how I should touch you," he whispered once more.
Timidly, she took his hand and placed it on her inner thigh, and stroked his hand over the soft sensitive skin, up to the centre of her desire. She moaned as Daniel began to caress her warmth with his fingers, and he could feel her tremble with arousal. He looked at her, and saw how her eyes were dark with passion. Daniel felt tremendous pleasure in caressing her like this, and slowly he pushed a finger inside her. Isis reared up, and Daniel's eyes widened. He bent over her and whispered in her ear, "My lovely Isis, so soft and warm."
"Daniel please . . . please, I want you to pleasure me with your lips and your tongue." She could hardly speak, she was breathing so hard.
"As my goddess wishes, so it shall be."
He moved back a little on the bed, parted her thighs and began to explore her with his lips, his tongue caressing her, sucking softly on her.
Isis didn't think she could stand it any longer. She couldn't believe what he was doing to her - she had always wished for a man to caress her like this, and now he was fulfilling that wish. His tongue felt rough and warm on her, she felt a knot inside her begin to explode - her passion increased more and more - she tossed her head and cried out his name when her passion completely overcame her.
Daniel raised his head when he felt her reach her climax, and looked deep into her eyes. He had often seen how a woman looked when passion overwhelmed her, but the look on Isis' face and her cry were the most beautiful things he had seen and heard.
He lay down beside her, turning his head to kiss her. Daniel's tongue met hers, and she was able to taste herself in his mouth. When their lips parted, he breathed, "My lovely Isis, you are not only soft and warm, you also taste so sweet."
She rolled over and came to rest above him. Her naked body, her skin glowing, was over his, her hands to either side of his head. She kissed him again, her mouth then wandering to a spot behind his ear, and when he felt her tongue there, he moaned.
"Do you like that Daniel?" she asked him, innocence personified.
"Yes, I like that very much," he said in a hoarse voice.
"And do you like this too?" she asked, before biting him gently on the neck.
"Isis, what are you doing with me?" he gasped. A few minutes earlier, he had been so sure she was inexperienced, because of her violent reaction to his caresses between her thighs, and now she was proving that she instinctively knew what would arouse him to the point where he could scarcely bear it. He wound his arms around her body and drew her closer. Isis could feel clearly now how aroused he was, and she clung to him. Then she drew back from his body, and knelt at his feet.
"Daniel, I want to see you," she demanded.
He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, and drew them off, along with his underwear, and now Isis could see exactly how aroused he was. She licked her lips seductively as she looked at him. Like the way a hungry cat would lick up milk, thought Daniel.
She crouched by him, and took his hand and placed it around his hardness, placing her hand over his.
"Daniel, stroke yourself. I want to watch how it arouses you."
He moved his hand, as he did when he was alone, aware of her eyes on him. Isis watched attentively, and then she moved his hand away and continued to stroke him herself. He began to tremble, and she heard his soft moans. She loved hearing him moan like that, and she loved touching him. He was so hard, so wonderful. She bent forward and softly and quickly touched her tongue to the very tip of him. Isis looked at him.
"Does that arouse you, Daniel, when I touch you like that . . would you like the feel of my lips?"
"Yes, yes, it arouses me. Please Isis, let me feel your lips," he was almost begging.
She smiled at him and then bent over him again, and took him into her mouth. Daniel stroked her long blonde hair out of her face, to be able to see as she loved him. It aroused her too, to feel him in her mouth, and aroused her still more to know that she had aroused him so. Her tongue caressed him, slowly and softly, and then again more strongly.
Daniel moaned softly and he gripped her hair, he knew he would be able to bear it no longer. With all the strength he still had under his control, he sat up and pulled her away from his body. His climax followed, and she felt his seed flow over her body. She looked at him, confused - this was not what she had wanted. While Daniel could scarcely breathe as his orgasm receded, he whispered in her ear, "Is the little kitten angry, because she did not get her reward?"
Isis looked at him questioningly, as he pressed her back onto the bed and began to kiss her breasts. Isis could scarcely believe what he did next - his lips wandered onto her belly, there where his fluid lay, and licked at her skin. He raised his head and leaned in to kiss her. She was almost crazed when she understood what he did and why. He wanted her to taste him, but not on her own - Daniel wanted her to taste him from his own mouth. She took his gift thankfully and it seemed an eternity until their lips and tongues parted.
Daniel held Isis lovingly in his arms. Both enjoyed the moment of peace and relaxation. Isis stroked the arm he clasped around her with one hand, and she began to stoke his hip with the other. She turned her face up to him to demand that he kiss her. Daniel smiled and said to her, before he pressed his lips to hers, "Isis, my goddess, you are irreplaceable and I find that wonderful."
She returned his kiss with passion, her lips soft against his. When they parted, Daniel rubbed his thumb gently over her swollen lips. Oh God, he could not understand how this woman excited him so. Sha're had excited him too, and she had been very pretty. But the feelings Sha're aroused in him were nothing compared to what he felt for Isis. He knew at that moment that he loved Isis, that he had always loved her - she would be his love for all eternity.
Daniel gently rolled Isis over, so that she lay under him. Isis moaned when she felt his renewed arousal against her body, and he smiled at her.
"Can you feel what you do to me, my sweet princess?"
"Yes!" she moaned.
He kissed her throat and trailed his tongue down to her breasts. Gently he took her her nipple between his breasts and sucked on it. He bit lightly, and Isis moaned her desire. Daniel slipped a hand between her legs - yes, she was ready for him.
Isis knew what would happen, and she pulled Daniel's head down to her and whispered in his ear, "Daniel, please be careful, I am very, um, narrow."
"Yes, I know my love," he whispered back.
Daniel pushed gently into her - she was so narrow it took his breath away. Isis moaned softly. He didn't move, looking down at the woman who watched him with such passionate eyes. Daniel began to move slowly in her, she gasped and raised her hips against him to allow him to penetrate as deeply as possible. While he lost himself in the rhythm of their passion, he never looked away from her eyes. She felt so wonderful, like she had been made for him. Isis drew her legs around his hips and moved in rhythm with him.
Their movements became steadily quicker and more violent, and when her orgasm overflowed, Isis cried his name again and again. She held him as though she never wanted let him loose again. Only seconds later, Daniel felt how his own climax threatened to overwhelm him, and as he breathed heavily and felt his pulse pounding all over his body, he pulled her still closer to him. It filled her heart with joy to feel his climax, and how he called her name. Daniel rolled over to lie side by side with Isis, still inside her, feeling the pulsations still coursing through her body. He drew his arms around her and smiled.
"You are so wonderful. I can never leave you, you are my eternal love, you are my life, Isis. I suspect that this has been so since the moment I first saw you in the Valley of the Kings. I love you."
"And I love you, Daniel," she looked into his eyes and kissed him gently on the throat before she fell asleep, exhausted, in his arms.
THE END 
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