TURNABOUT

by Trish Williams

Copyright © 2001

 


 

CHAPTER SIX

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As far as Teal’c was concerned, this issue was going to be resolved right here and right now.  

 

The goa’uld inhabiting Kayla was obviously on his side, and was probably pushing her to hear him out.  She was arguing with the being sharing her body, demanding over and over why she should forgive him.  Fighting fire with fire wasn’t going to work, that much he knew.  And he also knew Kayla wasn’t intimidated by his anger.  If anything, it served to fuel her own.

 

            And then it hit him.

 

Even when in the bashaak training, Master Bra’tac had taught him and his fellow students that a Jaffa is in control at all times.  If a situation seems out of control a Jaffa finds a way to take control.  He was trying to control her and being thwarted at every turn.  And maybe, just maybe, relinquishing control would make Kayla his again.  At least until she left with the Tok’ra.

 

As Jack would say, it was time for him to take a more subtle approach.

 

“I have something for you,” he said, fumbling a little behind his neck.  He slowly removed a delicate chain, then dangled it in mid-air.  The soft light of the room reflected off of the gold cross charm that hung on it, making it look as bright as a star gone supernova.

 

When Kayla saw it, her fierce expression melted like ice cream on a hot stove.  “I thought I lost that,” she said, sentiment showing in her eyes.  “It was a gift from my parents when I was baptized.”  Kayla started to move closer, but changed her mind.  “You fixed it?” she asked incredulously.

 

“Yes,” he said fondly, still remaining where he was.  “I regret I could not find a chain akin to one you had.”

 

A faint smile crossed her face.  “It’s okay,” she assured.  “This one looks much nicer.”  The light glinted off of the facets of the chain, making it look like an eerie group of stars.  Teal’c watched patiently as her eyes grew more and more fascinated with it.

 

“Will you allow me to fasten it upon you?” he asked tentatively.  Teal’c let the question hang in the air like bait on a fishhook.  Kayla contemplated his request for a few seconds, then took the bait by nodding her head. 

 

Her eyes tracked his movement towards her as he approached.  Teal’c made no sudden movements, taking cues from her body language.  When he stopped in front of her, she dropped her gaze to the floor then turned around slowly so her back was towards him.  For a time, he just looked downward, noticing again how low-cut the gown was in back.  It took sheer will to remind himself of the task at hand and not to presume too much. 

 

Reluctantly refocusing his attention, he gracefully put the chain around her, noticing the entry marks on the back of her neck where the goa’uld had forced itself into her body.  He didn’t want to think of what she’d gone through when it happened, theorize how painful it was for her, nor picture Apophis’ face as he watched it happen.  Kayla knew more about his kind now that ever before, and he wondered if that would push them further apart.

 

“I…I accidentally broke it when I toweled off too quickly,” she stammered, holding the cross in place on her throat with a finger as he started to fasten it. “Caught on the fabric loops.  Isn’t the first time it’s happened.”

 

“I found it after we came to P5X-458 to search for survivors.”

 

“And you’ve had it all this time?” she asked, still not turning around.  “Why?”

 

Teal’c weighed his next words carefully before speaking them.  “I feared I would never see you again,” he said in a soft, deep voice.  “I thought it was the last thing you had touched and I have worn it close to me ever since.  Close to my heart.  Close to my soul.”

 

The words tumbled from his lips before he even realized it.  Of course he meant every word, but was shocked at the ease with which they flowed forth.  He could smell the soft, fragrant smell a recent shower, and moving a little closer could feel the softness of her skin and the coolness of the silk that clung to each curve.  His senses were on fire, his mind being taken over by his emotions, and the guilt he had been feeling ever since she’d been taken over by a goa’uld swelled up within him.  A deep chasm in his soul needed to be filled, and being with her was the only way to fill it.

 

“I am asking you to take me back,” he whispered down her neck, noticing how her skin reacted.  “Grant me another opportunity to redeem myself and regain your trust.”

 

He knew time would not be long before the Tok’ra took Kayla to Vorash, and he could not allow that to happen until he was sure she no longer wanted him.  If she wanted him, he would be happy.  If she did not want him, he would be content.  Either way, he needed to know.

 

“Why?” she demanded, her breath becoming shallow.  “What makes you think you deserve it?  Giving you another chance would not be justice.”

 

As he watched her full breasts rise and fall, erotic memories assaulted his consciousness.  The desire he kept trying to keep at bay was taking him over, planting suggestions in his mind he so much wanted to act upon.  But it all hinged on if Kayla wanted him.  And she still had not given him a definitive answer.

 

Teal’c decided to toss caution to the wind.  “I am not asking for justice,” he said huskily.  “I am pleading for you to be merciful.”

 

Taking a leap of faith, he let his hands find their way to her waist and slid them down to her hips.  When she offered no resistance, he pulled her closer to him, making her feel just how much he wanted her; how much he needed her.  Kayla moaned softly, her head falling back onto his chest.  When her body relaxed in his grasp, he kneaded her full hips gently with his thick fingers.  Looking into the full-length mirror, he could see her half-closed eyes and expression of pleasure on her face.  It was good to know he could still affect her this way.

 

“Teal’c,” she whispered.  “I…”

 

Kayla’s words dissolved into moans as he rocked himself suggestively against her.  She could sense how much he wanted her, feel how hard he was, smell the masculine smell that was uniquely his.  Part of her mind wanted to break free, whirl around and tell him to go to hell.  She wanted to tell him she could see right through his use of sentiment, flattery and penance to get into her pants, but all she could do was lean back, feel his hard rod against the small of her back, and groan as he rocked her.  The strength of him wrapped around her and the pheromones he was letting loose were bombarding her consciousness, and she felt that tell-tale wetness making its way down to  settle between her thighs.  Something was overriding her common sense and she didn’t know why.

 

“Forgive me, please,” he implored, slowly turning her around to face him.  “During Kel No Reem I have often seen you taken from me.  And I have had visions during the day of the same. ”

 

He went on to describe in detail what he had seen.  Told her how he had visions of himself in the grips of a ribbon device held by her.  How he’d pleaded with her not to kill him, but the demon inside of her insisted he was to die.  And he told her how it all ended with Daniel Jackson shooting her, and she telling him he only loved himself and not her before dying.

 

“That wasn’t a dream,” she said, looking up at him.  “It actually happened.”

 

Teal’c didn’t understand. “How?”

 

Kayla sighed heavily as she looked him over.  “Nephthys called my bluff,” she explained.  “Using the ribbon device she probed your mind and your thoughts.  The thought of me dying by Daniel’s hand the way you killed his wife was foremost in your mind.  And since Nephthys knew I was beyond angry with you, she gave me the choice of killing you.”

 

“I am grateful you spared my life,” he said thankfully, realizing just what additional consequences his indiscretion with Shan’auc had. 

 

“I wanted you to suffer,” she said, wiping away the tear he wasn’t aware he’d shed.  “Suffer knowing what happened to me, knowing that you would feel what the loved ones whom you picked out for goa’uld absorption went through.  I know it sounds childish but…”

 

“Forgive me,” he asked again in earnest.  “Please.”

 

He repeated his words several times in his own language, the sound of the exotic words in his native tongue making her groan in several octaves. He walked his fingers up her spine, taking in the silken feel of the gown and her skin.  She shivered reflexively, and his nostrils picked up the unmistakable smell of her desire for him.  He wanted her desperately, and he needed her like he needed air to breathe.  The fertile curves of her body called to him, throwing his mind completely into the mating dance that was as old as time itself.

 

She embraced him, settling her lips into the crook of his neck.  “What does my forgiveness mean to you?” she whispered.

 

“Everything,” he rumbled.

 

Grasping her by the hips again, his lips sought hers.  They pressed together initially for he was not sure if she would accept him.  After a moment that seemed to stand still, her lips parted and allowed his tongue to dance with hers.  He wrapped his powerful arms around her, straining not to give in to the desire that had been awakened within.  They had been apart longer than they’d been together, and their bodies longed to be reunited.

 

Recapturing her mouth with his, he deftly worked a hand under her gown and between her legs.  As his fingers crept inside the layer of silk that separated her sacred parts from the outside world, Kayla let out a soft sigh and called out for him. 

 

The sound of his name on her lips this way was pure heaven.

 

“I am here,” he whispered huskily, working a finger across her small peak of pleasure.  “I will not leave unless you wish it.” 

 

When she said nothing further, he stroked the small nub of flesh at a slightly faster tempo, glorying in how her gasps and moans told him of how well he was pleasing her.  The more he continued his ministrations, the wetter she became.  It was not long before her juices began to run free down his fingers.

 

“Don’t stop,” Kayla pleaded.  “Please.”

 

            She gently motioned for him to get down on his knees.  Teal’c complied obediently, gently nibbling the soft flesh of her inner thigh before pushing her panties aside and capturing her clitoris with his full lips.  When she tried to back away, he held her fast.  He sucked gently, as if paying homage to her sex.

 

“Ohhh,” she moaned, grasping his muscular shoulders for support. 

 

Her legs were starting to buckle, so he gently nudged her backwards and sat her down on the bed.  Teal’c slowly removed the silk panties she wore, inhaling the smell of them deeply before dropping them ceremoniously to the floor.  With gentle yet firm insistence, he parted her thighs and resumed the delicate work of teasing her sex with his tongue.

 

The smell of her desire was like an elixir.  It was an aphrodisiac he could not ignore.  He reverently licked every fold and sucked that spot of ultimate pleasure, relishing how she moaned and rotated her lips against him.  Her legs pressed against his shoulders, and her hands rubbed the beads of sweat on his bald-shaven head into his scalp.  Kayla pressed his head closer, and he noticed her smell and taste beginning to change.  Her hips bucked against him harder, her moans now being accompanied by cries.  And when his tongue probed her insides, she shrieked reflexively.

 

“Wait,” she panted, pushing him back a little. 

 

She pulled the dark blue bedcovers back, and with her eyes still on him, laid down on her side.  The white silk clung to her generous curves, making Teal’c want to disrobe her immediately and have his way with her.  But in this situation, ritual dictated he follow her lead.  Teal’c wanted this to be on her terms.  Anything less would destroy the moment.

 

“Strip,” she sharply commanded.

 

Teal’c wasn’t quite sure she heard him right.  “You wish for me to remove my clothing?” he asked in a confused tone.

 

“Yes,” she hissed lustily.  “All of it.”

 

With a look as filled with desire as the one focused upon him, Teal’c stood up and started at the top by removing the black t-shirt that clung to his muscular chest.  He tossed it to the side with one hand, and began the work of unloosening his belt with the other.  The belt quickly joined the t-shirt, which was followed by boots, socks and finally the pants.  He stood there like a finely-carved ebony statue, clad in military-issue boxers and dog tags.  The only thing indicating he wasn’t human was the x-shaped pouch where his symbiote took up residence.

 

“I believe I said to remove all of your clothing,” she reiterated. 

 

Teal’c complied immediately, taking pride in how she sucked in her breath at the sight of his complete nudity.  He folded his muscular arms in front of him, noticing how her eyes were centered dead on the hardness between his legs.  His mind couldn’t help but remember the times she’d worshipped it with her lips.

 

“Very nice,” she said approvingly.  She crooked a finger to let him know he was clear to approach.  The bed creaked a little as he got into it and imprisoned her under him.

 

“May I remove your garment?” he asked with feigned innocence. Kayla mirrored his expression.

 

“Sure,” she said, raising her arms above her head. Teal’c removed the silk gown slowly, groaning as her familiar nudity was revealed to him.  He tossed the garment towards his clothing piled on the floor, watching as the light fabric billowed its way down.  He turned his attention back to her and looked into her eyes, noticing her dilated pupils and increased frequency with which she drew breath.

 

“You bind me to this world,” he told her softly, tracing a line reverently across her jaw. “And although Chulak will always be my home, until my people are free my place is here…with you.”  He shut his eyes briefly, and a frustrated look crossed his face.  “I was a fool to throw my relationship with you away for…”

 

“Hey,” she interrupted, touching his face gently.  “No more than,” Kayla counted wordlessly, “four sentient beings in this bed at a time.  Okay?”  She smiled at him and he nodded.

 

Teal’c cradled her body under him, taking in the feel of her soft skin against his own.  Being with her like this, it was as if he’d been in the desert for weeks, and her body was the oasis he’d been searching for.  He shuddered a bit as she lightly raked her nails down his back. It was as if she was attempting to reacquaint herself with how he felt.

 

Her hands settled on the muscular globes of his rear end, causing her to suck in her breath.  The look in her eyes as well as the way she rocked her hips against him, told him she wanted him in the same way he wanted her.  She pulled his head down for a deep kiss, and when her tongue probed his mouth, the moans they both let out only served to deepen their passion.  By the gods he wanted her, and he wasn’t sure he could stand this much longer.  Sliding a finger between her legs, he felt again how wet and ready for him she was.  Teal’c prayed this wasn’t a cruel joke she was playing on him; only getting aroused so she could refuse him.

 

“Make love to me,” she said breathlessly between kisses.  He answered by kissing her hungrily and sliding one of his fingers inside of her.  Kayla moaned sharply against his lips as he did so, then whimpered when he removed it.  She rubbed her body against his, relishing the strange sensation of his pouch against her belly.  Funny how at one time it was alien to her, but now it was as familiar to her as breathing.

 

“I do not have a contraceptive device,” he panted after breaking the kiss.  By the gods, he wished he could push himself inside her without having to snap on the latex.

 

“You won’t need it,” she told him.

 

He looked at her, stunned at what she’d just said.

 

“Are you certain?” he asked, not quite sure she’d heard him right.

 

“Yes,” she said.  “Besides, Nephthys tells me she’s been surpressing my fertility.  I suggest we take advantage of it.”

 

Teal’c still wasn’t quite sure.  Up until now she’d been adamant about him using a condom.  Before he could protest any further, he felt one her soft hands clasp around his manhood.  He moaned sharply at the feeling of contact.

 

“Please,” she pleaded, sliding her hands down his back.  “I want you.  I want you to take me as if I were one of your own.”

 

“I am not certain I should take you as one of my own kind,” he told her, still a little undecided.  “I could cause you harm.”

 

“I’m not as fragile as you think,” she challenged, placing one of his hands on her outer thigh. She smiled at the vocal reaction she got from him.  “Do I feel fragile to you?”

 

“You do not,” he growled, gently spreading her thighs apart with one of his large hands. Once again appraising her naked body, he said, “I have often dreamed of this moment.”

 

“So have I,” she moaned, guiding him to the entrance of her temple.  “So stop dreaming and start doing.”

 

For a moment he hesitated, still not completely convinced she’d consented to this.  But when she pressed the entrance to her temple against the head of his cock, the last shred of doubt was erased from his mind.  Bracing himself on his elbows, he gave in to his instincts and pressed upward, burying himself to the hilt within her.

 

They both cried out in fulfillment as they became one flesh.

 

The pressure was incredible.  He fought not to lose control as she tightly clenched and unclenched around him.  As Kayla’s body adjusted to his size, he could feel every ridge of her.  And the hot wetness of her only served to heighten the experience.  It was a sensation he could only imagine when wearing the Tau’ri contraceptive device.  But now, now he could feel her the way he’d always longed to, and it took all the strength within him and his symbiote not to give in to raw passion and come to completion within a few strokes.

 

Kayla moaned in several octaves as he filled her, clawing at his back as she pressed her thighs against him.  The stretching sensation was incredible, and she felt like there was no part of her he couldn’t reach, no crevice he couldn’t fill.  She called out repeatedly to her god as the indescribably pleasurable sensations shot through her.  Kayla realized that Teal’c had begun the series of long, deep, strokes within her that were designed to bring her pleasure beyond anything she had ever experienced before…except the first time he’d done it.

 

It was the Sha’na Si’ra ritual.

 

“Yes,” she hissed as he thrust slowly inside of her.  “Oh God, Teal’c, yes!”

 

The series of deep and shallow thrusts were accompanied alternately by moans and groans from both of them.  Kayla could tell he was holding back, trying to spare her body the intense mating experience he was used to.  Teal’c knew she knew, but had resigned himself not to increase the intensity unless she specifically asked him to.

 

“Show me how strong you are,” she taunted. 

 

He gasped as she tilted her hips upward, giving him no choice but to slide deeper into her depths.  A loud growl came from his throat, and he sucked the pulse in her neck as he thrust deeper inside of her.  She kept up with his rhthym, wrapping her legs around his and voluntarily squeezing her muscles around his sheathed member.

 

With each thrust, he felt his past slipping away.  With each thrust, he felt he could erase what had happened in the present.  And with each thrust, he felt himself changing his future.  Tossing a cursory glance to the side, in the full-length mirror he could see the lower half of their bodies moving to the symphony of life.  They were in perfect alignment, in perfect rhythm, and the sight of their performance sent shivers of pleasure surging through him.

 

“Damn you!” she cried, digging her nails into his back.   She panted and moaned, as if trying to hold back her release.  With human men, more often than not it was they who had to try and hold back from coming.  But with a Jaffa male, something about their physiology kept them in perfect alignment with a human woman’s most sensitive sexual center, virtually guaranteeing an orgasm every time.  The recall of this fact caused Kayla to buck her hips against his, urging him to go harder and faster.  As his tempo increased, so did the pitch of her cries of damnation, and pleas for him to deliver her to her god. 

 

And to her, he was God.

 

Suddenly, Teal’c realized something was wrong.  He was breathing too hard, shaking too much and thrusting too erratically.  Without realizing it, he had completely fallen out of the ritual rhythm.  He felt himself swelling within her, and that anticipatory feeling of inevitable release swept through him like a tidal wave.  The mixture of his and her lubrication making every thrust exquisite torture.  The wet sounds and musky smells of their lovemaking overloaded his senses, sending him into overdrive.  It was like a red flag going up, telling him to slow down or else it would all be over quicker than he wanted it to be.

 

“Kayla,” he panted, his words trailing off into that of his own language.  He tried to back off, but Kayla grabbed his rear end and pressed him closer to her so he couldn’t.  His mutterings in his native tongue caused her to cry out and wrap her legs around his waist.  She was becoming tighter, and her body was contracting more frequently about him, letting him know that her release was not far off.  The timing would be critical for either he would wind up coming to completion first or she would.  But what she wanted most, what she kept pleading for him to do was to take her without fear, without hesitation, as if she were one of his own.

 

So he obliged.

 

With an animalistic growl, he grabbed her shoulders and thrust like a man possessed, showing her absolutely no mercy.   Kayla clawed at his back again, and he swore he felt her draw blood but did not care.  She cried out in thanks as he took her the way she wanted him to.  The headboard clapped against the wall intermittently to the tune of their mating, but neither one of them cared.  Kayla’s moans and cries increased in volume in tune to his thrusts, and when he felt a warm heat spread along the length he had inside of her, he was greatful to be spared the embarrassment of taking his pleasure before she had hers.

 

Kayla’s nails dug into his back fiercely as the contractions of orgasm ripped through her.  She held on to him desperately, shrieking his name repeatedly as she saw her god.  He kept thrusting within her, trying with all of his might to ride out the course of her release, but her orgasm was causing her to become wetter and tighter; tight to the point of almost pushing him out of her.  He felt himself sliding down the slippery slope of self-control as his thrusts became more shallow and less rhythmic.  In the seconds before he knew his seed would come, he told himself he would not call on the false gods he no longer believed in.

 

So instead, he called out for her.

 

The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure.  As he fought to draw breath, he cursed repeatedly at his lack of control for not being able to complete the ritual.  But how could he control what his heart felt?  His defenses were down, and his heart was exposed to her.  The usually stoic expression he wore had dissolved into the grimace of impending sexual release.  His skin was glistening with the sweat produced by vigorous mating, and it mixed with that of his lover underneath him.  Teal’c cried out for her again as his seed shot out of him and bathed her insides, his mind failing to put into words the feel of Kayla’s body contracting the last of his life force out of him.  

 

 His body collapsed against hers and he shivered, then shivered again.  The tears they had both shed during the experience stained the pillows.  Kayla sobbed silently, her arms lovingly wrapped around his neck.  He wiped away her tears, then proceeded to kiss her as if she would never return to him.  A heaviness called to him and he succumbed to it.  He was falling, and told himself that if he was dying, he could not think of a better way to go.  Teal’c was in the arms of his lover, his true lover, and as far as he was concerned there was no other place he wanted to be.

 

And he felt complete.

 

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 

She could tell me so much, Daniel thought.

 

He’d been pouring over reference after reference in his office, trying to place the goa’uld Nephthys within the context of ancient Egyptian mythology.  But the more important thing he wanted to ask was about Osiris.  What did she know about the banishment of her lover and his queen?  Could she help locate Osiris so he could save Sarah?  What was the banishment about anyway?  And why was she so anxious to turn against the goa’uld and join the Tok’ra?  All of the questions made his head hurt. 

 

To soothe the pain away, Daniel concentrated on the soft jazz wafting through the speakers of his CD player.  Dave Brubek’s ‘Take Five’ always had a relaxing effect on him, so he quickly selected that track and turned up the volume.  As the first few piano notes played, Daniel felt himself relax immediately.  As he tapped his thigh in time to the music, a part of him wanted to laugh out loud that one of his favorite jazz tunes was known in American pop-culture as the song from the ‘Infinity’ commercial.

 

He picked up a piece of chalk from his desk and went to the chalkboard, figuring it would be more productive to start writing all this stuff down instead of cramming it in his overworked brain.  Near the bottom of the board, he wrote the names of Nephthys, Isis, Osiris and Set.  Then he wrote the name Anubis below Nephthys’ name and drew a line from her name and Osiris’ name to Anubis’.  Suddenly, he was wishing for one of those goa’uld genealogy devices Jacob had.  That would definitely make the task he was undertaking much easier.

 

Why couldn’t Sha’re have come back to me this way?

 

Ever since Nephthys arrived in Kayla’s body, Daniel couldn’t help the thoughts that galloped through his mind.  Why couldn’t Amonet have turned like Nephthys did?  On Abydos, she looked directly at him and Teal’c, yet didn’t expose that they were hiding.  Then again, Amonet hadn’t hesitated in trying to kill him on P8X-873.  He felt glad for Teal’c that Kayla had come back, but he wouldn’t be human if he couldn’t admit he felt a little envious.

 

“Hey,” Jack called softly as he rapped on the door.

 

Daniel tossed the piece of chalk from one hand to the other.  “Hey,” he called over his shoulder from the board.  “Come on in.”

 

“Watcha workin’ on?”

 

“Goa’uld genealogy,” he said with a sigh.  He wrote Ra’s name at the very top of the board, then drew a box around it.  “I’m trying to decide where Nephthys fits in with all this.  I wish I had more time to talk to Kayla.  Get some questions answered.”

 

The look on Jack’s face said he had a few questions of his own.  “Well, from what Jacob told me, they plan to take her back to Vorash as soon as possible.  They want to be gone before Vidrine and a select few storm the place to drag Kayla back to Langley.”

 

“Won’t General Vidrine be upset?”

 

“Probably,” Jack snorted.  “But I figure General Hammond will blame it on the Tok’ra.  It’s about time we boned them instead of the other way around.”  Jack leaned up against a desk, giving the chalkboard a cursory look.  “Daniel, can I ask you something?”

 

“Sure,” he said, tapping the chalk against the board.

 

“Have you felt a little, I don’t know, off-balance since Doc Porter came back?”

 

“Not that I can tell.  What’s up with you?”

 

“Just the way the snake has her looking at me.”  He clapped his hands against his thighs and looked around.  “Maybe it’s nothing,” he dismissed.

 

Daniel finished drawing boxes around all the remaining names on the board.  “Well Jack, she is a very attractive woman,” he explained, studying his work.

 

“I know that,” he quipped as he made himself comfortable in a chair near the chalkboard.  “So explain to me what you’re doing.”

 

“I take it you don’t know the Osiris legend, right?”

 

“Just what you told me,” Jack said with a yawn.  “That Nephthys got Osiris drunk, slept with him, got knocked up with Anubis.  Oh, and she was married to Set but left the loser.”

 

The archaeologist gave Jack a funny look.  “Right,” Daniel said slowly.  “And we know she was the great-granddaughter to Ra.  So if we fill in the pieces here, I could tell you more about her.”

 

Jack pulled out a chair on casters.  “I’m all ears,” he said, plopping himself down on it.  “Why don’t you tell me what you know so far?”

 

“It’s taken a lot of flipping around but according to Budge, he equates Nephthys with corruption while Isis is equated with pure intent,” Daniel lectured.  “Nephthys managed to ‘corrupt’ Osiris and Isis’s marriage by her fling with him.  Budge also equates Nephthys as a passive goddess—very understated, while Isis is the more prominent one.”  He tapped the desk lightly with chalk, trying to reconcile his next thought. “This would probably account for Nephthys silently lurking within the ranks of the system lords.”

 

“And probably why hardly anyone has heard of her,” Jack added.

 

Daniel looked at an open book on a nearby desk for a moment.  “Now according to this reference, Nephthys, the twin sister of Isis, was the daughter of Nut and Geb.”  He quickly drew the two names and boxed them.  “Obviously, Nut and Geb were the parents of Nephthys, Isis, Osiris and Set,” he said, drawing lines from the parents to the children.

“Okay, so Anubis is the grandson of Nut and Geb.  I’m with you so far.”

 

“According to Plutarch, Geb is equated with a goa’uld we’ve got some familiarity with.”

 

Jack was intrigued.  “And who would that be?” he asked with a sideways tilt of his head.

 

Daniel erased Geb’s name and replaced it another.  When Jack saw it, he let his breath out in a long whistle.  “Cronos?” he asked Daniel.  “You have got to be kidding me.”

 

“The god, Geb, is equated with Cronos in Greek mythology.  Also according to Plutarch, Nut, who was known as Rhea in Greek mythology, was wife to Ra but had a fling with Cronus and became pregnant.  Ra was not amused.”

 

“Teal’c is definitely not batting a thousand,” Jack muttered.  “Good thing he didn’t know about this before Nephthys sent for him.”

 

“Well, being in Kayla’s body is probably the only thing saving her right now.  If Teal’c were to find this out…”

 

“He’s not that crazy, Daniel,” Jack assured.  “Besides, even if he did know, whacking Nephthys wouldn’t be an option.”

 

Daniel nodded in agreement.  “Now, the parents of Nut and Geb…”

 

“Better known as Cronos,” Jack interjected.

 

“Were Shu and Tefnut,” he said, writing the grandparents names down.  He boxed them in and traced lines to their children’s names.  “Shu, the god of atmosphere was the son of Ra.  Tefnut, goddess of moisture and clouds was the daughter of Ra.”

 

As Daniel went to check another reference book on the desk, he sighed when he saw Jack spinning around in the chair.  It was situations like this where he wished Jack could be a bit more serious.  Flipping through a few more pages, he also reminded himself that not everyone was as interested in ancient mythology as he was.  Unless what he discovered was a major security risk, Jack wasn’t going to get his boxers in a bunch.

 

“Wait!” Daniel said out loud, causing Jack to stop spinning around.  His finger scanned a few more lines and a surprised look crossed his face.  “According to this reference, there’s another goddess who is named as the goddess of the sky and the daughter of Ra.  It’s a pretty obscure reference but...” The archaeologist turned to the board again and scanned the family tree he’d drawn so far.  Slowly he erased Tefnut’s name and replaced it with one both men knew all too well.

 

“Hathor?” Jack asked, an edge of alarm in his voice. 

 

Daniel wasn’t as freaked out. “I don’t know why I didn’t realize this earlier,” he wondered aloud, tapping the chalk in his hand.

 

“Realize what?”

 

“Granted Nephthys isn’t as well known as Isis or Hathor, she’s on par with them.”

 

“So she’s like what?  A third-string quarterback?”

 

“In a manner of speaking,” Daniel confirmed.  “She was just as powerful as they all were, but not as well known.  Isis was the ‘mother’ goddess, Hathor stood for all things female and feminine, while Nephthys was the ‘lady of the house’.”

 

“And ‘Mistress of the Gods’,” Jack added with the usual sarcasm.  “She doesn’t want us forgetting that.”

 

“Osiris will more than likely try to find her,” Daniel muttered.

 

“If Anubis doesn’t find her first.  Do you think Osiris will kill her?” he asked Daniel.   

 

Daniel’s mind had rewound to over three years ago.  Then, he was face to face with the most beautiful woman who was or would ever exist.  Hathor, who had him under her spell, was in the gate room with him.

 

We are the Queen of the gods, Hathor declared.  “We are the mother of all gods.”

 

Yes, Daniel said then realized he didn’t quite understand.  What does that mean exactly?

 

From us, all others come.

 

Daniel still didn’t get it.  “I don’t understand.

 

Hathor attempted to explain further. The Jaffa, she said as she came down the gate ramp towards him.  He has a goa’uld child in his belly?

 

A larva, yes.

 

Do you ever wonder from whence the children come? Hathor prompted.

 

Daniel blinked a few times. Are you saying that they come from you? He asked.

 

Yes, she replied with a knowing smile. And others like us.

 

Daniel dropped the chalk to the floor.

 

“Oh my God,” he said as it shattered into pieces to the fade out of Dave Brubek.  He quickly turned around, grasping the desk for support.  “Remember what Anise said?  About fresh blood for the Tok’ra?” he asked Jack.

 

Jack scratched his head.  “Yeah and establishing the balance of the system lords and all that jazz?”

 

“And something about what she is being more important than who she is?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“And you said you felt a little, off-balance?”

 

“So?”  Jack really couldn’t see where Daniel was going with all of this.

 

“She might be a queen,” Daniel deduced. 

 

Jack didn’t want to believe that at all.  “Just because Hathor was one doesn’t mean Nephthys is one,” he countered.

 

“But we didn’t know if Isis was one either,” Daniel offered.  “Hathor told me there were others like her, meaning other queen goa’ulds.”  He paced around a bit, trying to wrap his brain around the theory he’d just constructed.  “Now going back to what Anise said.  What is fresh blood to the Tok’ra?” he asked Jack.

 

“Hosts?” Jack offered.

 

“And what do they need hosts for?” Daniel asked.

 

“Symbiotes,” Jack said, then swore under his breath.  “And their ranks are pretty thin at the moment.”

 

Daniel nodded as he walked over and sat next to Jack.  “It makes sense.  A queen in the Tok’ra ranks is beyond invaluable.  I mean, not to diminish from what Shan’auc did this is something as, if not more, valuable.  If it’s true.”  He studied the genealogy on the chalkboard again.  This time, Jack studied it as well. 

 

“So, Nephthys is Hathor’s…granddaughter?” Jack wondered aloud.  And the more he thought about it, the more agitated he became.  “We gotta find Teal’c,” Jack said, getting up and jogging out.  After a few moments, it occurred to him to follow the Colonel.

 

“Why?” Daniel called after him as he rushed out of the room.  “He’s Jaffa so he’d be immune if she used that breath on him.  He’s not in any danger!”  Jack still pressed on and Daniel had to jog to catch up.  “Jack!  Jack, wait up!”

 

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 

Slowly, Teal’c was coming around to consciousness again.

 

The events of the past hour rolled through his mind, bring a smile to his usually stoic face.  A shiver of pleasure coursed through his body as he recalled the sensation of sex without the artificial intrusion of a condom.  He and his Tau’ri beloved were now reunited, and even if she chose to remain on Vorash, they would have had this time together.  Instinctively, he rolled over to press his naked body into Kayla’s back, and settle his hand on the generous curve of her hip.

 

But instead of feeling Kayla, all he felt were bed sheets.

 

Alarmed, he sat up and looked around the room.  There was absolutely no sign of her anywhere.  He touched her bedside again, noting the sheets were cold.  That meant quite some time had passed since she had left.   He checked the room again, looking at the floor on his side and her former side of the bed in case she had somehow decided to sleep there, but she was nowhere to be found.

 

Teal’c dressed hurriedly then wondered why she would leave him like this.  Had he not pleased her?  All of his instincts said he did, even if his stamina wasn’t as great as it usually was this time around.  But given this was the first time they’d made love without a barrier between them, it was to be expected.

 

“I said let me in!” Jack’s angry voice protested from outside of the room.

 

As Teal’c made his way towards the door, he groaned a little as he now felt just how deeply Kayla’s nails had dug into his back during their lovemaking.  A small price to pay for being reconciled with her, he thought.

 

“What is the problem, O’Neill?” Teal’c asked as he exited the room.

 

“The problem is these airmen wouldn’t let me in,” Jack stated, giving the SFs an angry look.  Daniel stood there trying not to look embarrassed by Jack’s behavior.  “But since you came out I can get some questions answered.”

 

“Doctor Porter is missing,” Teal’c said, sounding more disappointed than worried.  “She was not here when I awakened.”

 

“Isn’t it a little early for Kel No Reem?” Daniel asked.

 

Teal’c raised an eyebrow.  “I was not performing that ritual,” he said.

 

“Then why were you asleep?”

 

Jack lightly smacked Daniel upside the back of the head.  “For a smart guy, sometimes you can be really dense.  You know?”  He sighed in resignation as Daniel rubbed his head.  “Not to get personal, Teal’c, but you and Kayla didn’t …”

 

Teal’c got the hint.  “Why do you ask?” he prompted, looking more than guilty of what Jack was hinting at.  When Daniel finally figured it out, the color rushed to his cheeks.

 

Trying to regain his composure, he said, “We have reason to believe Nephthys is a queen.”

 

“And it’s a safe bet she’s somewhere hatching snakes right now,” Jack added with a snort.

 

Teal’c couldn’t understand their alarm.  “I am immune to a goa’uld queen’s powers,” he said proudly.  “You know this to be true.”

 

“Um, I hate to break this to you Teal’c,” Jack began, “but Nephthys doesn’t need the breath when her host is someone you have feelings for.  Get my drift?”

 

After a few confused moments, the realization smacked Teal’c in the gut like two by four.  “I cannot explain how I allowed this to happen,” he said shamefully.

 

“Maybe because you’re mortal after all?” Jack joked.  Teal’c still didn’t look reassured.

 

“So where would she be?”  Daniel asked.  “Obviously she got past the guards.”

 

Jack moved closer to the SFs and said, “Who do you take orders from, airman?”

 

“We only take orders from Nephthys,” they both said like trained seals.

 

“In addition she has instructed us to follow the wishes of the Jaffa,” one of them said.

 

“Well, that confirms it,” Jack said.  “She used the breath on them and now their brains are mush.  And it’s obvious Teal’c has some pull with the snake.”

 

“You will take us to Nephthys immediately,” Teal’c commanded them.

 

“Follow us.”  Both of the airmen turned and marched down the hallway.  Teal’c, Jack and Daniel followed.

 

A few minutes later, they were in a scene they had hoped to never see again.

 

A whirlpool in the locker room was surrounded by airmen, all of them with the same brainwashed look in their eyes.  They stood at attention, ready to defend what was in the whirlpool against any foe.  When Teal’c saw them, his anger boiled to the surface.

 

“Step aside!” Teal’c barked.

 

“Uh, Teal’c,” Daniel began, “I don’t think that’s going to…”

 

The airmen parted obediently, revealing a languishing Nephthys.  She laid there as if she didn’t have a care in the world, and her eyes were closed to the daggers Teal’c stared at her.  The water ebbed and flowed around her host’s body, leaving only the top of Kayla’s breasts and knees visible to the public.

 

And swirling around her was a school of freshly-spawned goa’uld larvae.

 

“So it’s true,” Daniel said, stepping closer.  “You’re a queen.”

 

“Correct, Daniel Jackson,” Nephthys said, opening her eyes to look at the young archaeologist.  Then her gaze shifted towards the angry Jaffa.  Feigning innocence, she asked, “Why are you so vexed, our love?  Did you not enjoy the pleasure we shared in one another’s arms?”

 

Teal’c was fighting the urge to want to kill the goa’uld but knew doing so would also kill Kayla. “Neither she nor I consented to being used this way,” he angrily declared.  He didn’t like being used, especially by a species he’d committed his life to wiping out.

 

Nephthys actually looked a bit offended.  “I did not seduce you,” she defended, drawing herself up straighter but keeping her host’s body submerged in the water.  “I may have made her more receptive to your advances, but that was the extent of my interference.”

 

Teal’c swore under his breath in his native language.

 

“You told me you wanted to reconcile with this host,” Nephthys reminded Teal’c.  “And in return you provided the code of life I required.  Was it not a pleasurable experience for you?” she prompted, knowing full well Teal’c knew it was definitely that and more.

 

Daniel unintentionally cleared his throat.

 

Nephthys looked in his direction and said, “My decision to spawn was done so out of an act of love, not lust.”

 

“Or rape,” Daniel added, shuddering at the memory.

 

“Rest assured this host did not have prior knowledge of my intentions,” she said to Teal’c as she captured a few of the larvae in Kayla’s hands.

 

“You chose to take advantage of the situation,” Teal’c growled as he went and stood next to the whirlpool.  “Why did you do this?”  Nephthys didn’t answer him.  She just released the larvae back into the warm, swirling water to mingle with their siblings.

 

“Because we asked her to,” Anise said as she came into the locker room.

 

Jack sighed heavily, hating the fact that once again they’d managed to get screwed by the Tok’ra.  Except in this case it was the Tok’ra and the goa’uld.  He figured they were running a two for one special today. 

 

“You knew all along, didn’t you?” Jack demanded.

 

Anise tried to make Freya’s facial expression look neutral, but was failing miserably.  “That she was a queen?  Yes,” she confirmed.  “We merely asked her for a show of faith.  We did not suspect she would do so with such expediency and in such a manner.”

 

“Then you are to blame as much as she,” Teal’c accused, feeling more and more violated.  “It appears the two of you have conspired together in this deception.”  He hated feeling used, and he also hated that Kayla had been used as well.

 

Nephthys smiled sweetly, draping herself over the side of the whirlpool where Teal’c was standing.  “I knew when I first saw you on the planet you were the key to establishing my alliance with the Tok’ra.  So much like Osiris’ last host,” she said fondly, her eyes roving over his body.  “Can you blame me for wanting to have you?”  When she went to touch him, he stepped out of her reach.

 

“So let me get this straight,” Jack said.  “Basically you wanted to sleep with him because he looked like your ex-boyfriend?” The graying Colonel shook his head, then shot Teal’c an amused look.  “Payback is a bitch, ain’t it?” he asked the Jaffa.

 

Teal’c was not amused.  His anger was boiling over and flowing like hot lava.  He couldn’t figure out if he was more angry at the goa’uld or over letting his desire to be with Kayla put him in the situation they were in right now.  He was Jaffa—he should have been strong enough to keep his libido in check.

 

“You are right, Teal’c,” Nephthys said, submerging Kayla’s body again.  “All goa’uld seek power.  The Tok’ra ranks are diminishing, and in the meantime Apophis grows stronger.   I saw a means to serve the Tok’ra and took advantage of it.”

 

“You guys will do anything, won’t you?” Jack spat, tossing up his hands.   He leveled his angry gaze directly at Anise.  “There’s no one you won’t use!  No line you won’t cross!  No one’s feelings you’re not above fucking with!”

 

“Need I remind you we are fighting for our survival!” Anise snapped.  “And the protection of your world.  Sometimes certain means are required.”

 

Hell, even Daniel was pissed now.  “Even if the means include influencing two innocent people?” he exclaimed.

 

Neither Nephthys nor Anise were moved.  “No influence was needed,” Nephthys explained curtly.  “If it was not for the Jaffa’s desire to mate with this host, this would not have occurred.”

 

Game.  Set.  Match.

 

Anise’s host shut her eyes briefly, then came forth to speak.  “These larvae will be taken to Chulak, and to other Jaffa within the empire,” Freya told them.  “No one will know the difference.”

 

“So when they reach maturity they will be loyal to the Tok’ra?” Daniel asked.

 

Freya nodded.  “We believe so,” she said, trying to placate Teal’c and Jack’s anger.   “But there is a chance they could be loyal to the goa’uld.  But since the queen who spawned them has come over to our side, this is a means to sow the seeds of dissention among a future generation of goa’uld.”

 

“What makes you believe such a thing?” Teal’c demanded.  “Shan’auc’s death is proof the goa’uld cannot be turned by the Jaffa who carries it.”

 

“We have bred the Jaffa so they are unable to influence our young within their wombs,” Nephthys explained.  “They are more influenced by what knowledge they are born with.  And each goa’uld possesses free will.”

 

“So, just to catch those of us up who are a little slow,” Jack said, gesturing with his hands.  “What does this mean?”

 

Nephthys just smiled and leaned back in the whirlpool.  “It means that once these larvae reach maturity, they will see Apophis as their enemy,” she said.  “And what could be more vexing to him than a legion of goa’uld fathered by the one who betrayed him.”

 

Then Nephthys shut her eyes and said nothing more.

 

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 

 

I will kill that treacherous bitch when I get my hands on her! Apophis thought as the sarcophagus opened.

 

He stumbled out of the rejuvenating device, fuming at the events that put him there in the first place.  One minute, he was in the throes of passion with Nephthys.  The next minute, he was enjoying the release of his host’s seed into that of his new queen.  That is, until he felt a searing, excruciating pain across his neck.  When he tried to speak through his host’s vocal cords, he discovered Nephthys had cut them.  She watched with wicked pleasure as his blood splattered all over the silken sheets, and pulsed down the arm that tried to hold his host’s throat together.  She’d left him for dead, and she would have succeeded in killing him if it weren’t for a loyal Serpent guard who found him and placed him in the sarcophagus.  Apophis sincerely hoped this guard would be waiting for him for he would reward him richly. 

 

When Apophis looked around the chamber, he saw no one.  It puzzled him that the person responsible for saving his life was not present to receive praise for such an act.  “Come forth so that I may reward you,” he called out.  Perhaps the guard had gone to retrieve something for him to enjoy upon coming out of the sarcophagus.

 

“No reward is necessary,” Anubis told him as he stepped out of the shadows.  He looked at Apophis quizzically.

 

“Name whatever it is you want, and I shall provide it.”

 

“Then my reward shall be…your life.”

 

Before Apophis could voice a protest, he screamed in pain as Anubis tortured him with the harakash.  The pain was even worse than the device Sokar used on him, and he did not think anything could be worse than that.  The harakash tapped directly into the host’s neurological system, which in turn went directly into the goa’uld inhabiting it.  Apophis screamed through his host’s vocal cords, his mind wondering how he’d managed to get himself into this situation again.  Thankfully, the torture stopped and Apophis caught his breath.

 

“You would do this to your father?” he chastised, panting as he tried to recover.

Through Lieutenant Johnson’s eyes, Anubis saw the fear on Apophis’ face.  “I have banished my own father,” he said.  “What makes you think I will not kill you?”

 

“Where is my mother,” Anubis demanded.

 

“Like with Setesh, my queen has left me,” Apophis said wistfully.

 

Anubis scoffed.  “I lead you to the perfect specimen as a host for my mother and what do you do?  You allow the Tau’ri to capture her.”

 

“That is not my fault,” Apophis pleaded.  “She attempted to kill me then she fled to the world of the Tau’ri.  But without the code to open the barrier, more than likely she perished on the other side.”

 

“You are mistaken,” Anubis spat, turning the harakash on Apophis yet again.  The system lord writhed in pain, pleading for Anubis to let him go, but he did no such thing.  “I have heard her Jaffa returned with the traitor Bra’tac through the Chappa’ai on Chulak.  So obviously she found a way through the barrier.”

 

Anubis turned off the harakash, watching as Apophis turned onto his back.  The tortured system lord struggled for breath, but found a way to thank Anubis for his benevolence.   In response, Anubis stepped on this chest, pinning him to the floor.

 

“You will suffer greatly for turning against the system lords, Apophis,” Anubis declared, inflicting the harakash on him yet again.  This time he did not stop until Apophis’ body ceased twisting.  “Continue to defy the empire, and you will suffer a fate worse than the one I inflicted on my own father.”

 

Anubis made Lieutenant Johnson’s hand activate the transport rings.  As they came down around him, Apophis wheezed painfully, cursing the name of Anubis.   He vowed to use all of his resources to hunt Nephthys down and kill her himself.  All he asked was for her to love him.  He would have done anything for her.  Now he just wanted to see the life drained from her body.  And when the flash of light appeared and Anubis was transported onto his ship, Apophis rationalized that even the threat of retribution from Anubis wouldn’t stop him from killing Nephthys the first chase he got.

 

Apophis slowly dragged himself towards his sarcophagus, pledging he would wipe out the systems lords once and for all.  His army was strong, and they would relentlessly pursue anyone he sent them after.  After killing Nephthys, he would move on to Anubis.

 

But first, he would start with Heru’ur…

 

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 

 

“So does this mean we’re parents?” Kayla asked Teal’c as they made their way towards the gateroom. 

 

“I believe so,” he answered, noticing how regal she looked in the light brown robes the Tok’ra had provided her with.  He still was not able to grasp the idea that he had fathered the larval form of his enemy.  Never did he ever think it could happen to him.  He’d wound up helping to perpetuate a species he hated yet depended on for his very survival.  Even the thought of them possibly becoming loyal to the Tok’ra couldn’t allay his fear or calm his anger.

 

Kayla shook her head.  “Definitely not the way I intended,” she said, trying to joke a little.  “At least I didn’t have to deal with the weight gain.”

 

She wanted to tell him exactly why she’d been so stubborn about condom use.  It wasn’t being pregnant that scared her (okay it did but there were worse things that could happen), it was what the NID could possibly do if it happened.  Besides the stereotypical worry that having a child by an alien could come out with something more than ten fingers and toes, she was scared to death of her own government taking her baby away from her.  Kayla didn’t want to think of a child being endlessly tested on and hidden away from the rest of the world just because its father wasn’t human.  She wanted to tell him all of this, but something made her hold back.  So instead she just looked at him and smiled as they walked.

 

Teal’c smiled back at her.  “According to Nephthys, she did it at the request of the Tok’ra,” he said, swiping his pass card so they could enter the gate room. 

 

After the doors opened she went through first.  The ring of symbols was rotating with the familiar grinding sound of metal against metal.  One of the chevrons was lit up, indicating it had been encoded already.

 

“Chevron two encoded!” Harriman’s announcement filled the room.

 

Teal’c looked up to see General Hammond, Anise, Jacob Carter and Jack in the control room.  Jack was gesturing wildly, which meant he had probably fallen into another disagreement with Anise.  As far as he was concerned, friction between the Tok’ra and the Tau’ri would always be constant.

 

“That’s not completely accurate,” she corrected, regaining his attention.  “As a subtle way to control Apophis, the system lords have resorted to choking off the flow of new larvae to Chulak.  The formerly abundant supply is dwindling, and she thought she could help the people of your world.” Kayla snorted as she kicked the bottom of the ramp.    “Nephthys was looking for the right person to spawn with and she sure as hell didn’t want to do it with Apophis.”

 

Teal’c was a little confused. “If that is indeed the case, then why did the Tok’ra claim responsibility?”

 

“Anise told her she wanted a show of good faith,” Kayla said with a shrug.  “Apparently she was the only one who knew for sure that Nephthys was a queen.  Well, besides Apophis anyway.”

 

“Chevron three encoded!”

 

“DanielJackson ascertained that fact as well,” Teal’c said, noticing how she was now studying him quizzically.

 

“Nephthys wants the same thing all of us want,” she told him.  “To be loved.  She knew you loved me and wanted to feel what that was like again.”  Her tone then turned a bit sarcastic, but still warm.  “Of course, it didn’t help that you look like Osiris’ last host.  The host he was forcibly removed from before being banished.”

 

“For what reason were he and Isis banished?”

 

Kayla thought for a few moments then said, “Nephthys tells me it is forbidden to speak of.  But she does say Daniel is well-acquainted with the reason for their banishment.”  She looked up briefly when she heard the next chevron engage.

 

“Chevron four encoded!” Harriman announced.

 

Teal’c wanted her to elaborate further, but decided not to press. “Did Osiris love her?” he asked softly.

 

“Nephthys?”

 

Teal’c nodded.

 

“Osiris was in love with two women.  And in the end it caused him a whole lot of problems.  Sound familiar?” she prompted with a knowing look.  She could have sworn the dark-skinned Jaffa actually blushed.

 

“Chevron five encoded!”

 

“A least we have resolved the breech between us,” he said lovingly, looking into her eyes.  At that moment, he felt everything was fine where they were concerned.

 

That is, until her expression changed.

 

“You men are all alike,” she declared with a soft, wry laugh.  “You think one night of good sex just makes all the other stuff conveniently go away.”  Kayla looked up at stargate as its ring rotated again.  “The only thing we resolved was all that sexual tension.”

 

She might as well have stuck a knife in his back.

 

“How can you say such a thing?” he asked, obviously hurt by what she’d said.

 

“I’ve been here before, Teal’c,” she said softly, touching his face to soften the blow.  “The first time I caught my husband cheating, his way of making it up to me was…well, by a night of romance and pretty pathetic sex.  I got so caught up in the physical that I thought everything was fine, you know?”  She sniffled a little then traced a finger down one of his muscular arms.  “Everything was resolved and we were going to be okay.  It wasn’t until I caught him in bed with another woman that I realized things hadn’t been and neither were they going to be.”

 

“I see,” he said.  Teal’c folded his hands behind his back, absorbing what she was saying.

 

“Granted we’ve made a little progress, but the bedroom isn’t the best place to discuss such things,” she continued, pressing a hand against his upper forearm.  “And considering Nephthys basically used both of us, under normal circumstances I don’t think what happened would have happened...so quickly.”

 

As much as he wanted to protest, he knew she was right.  Besides, how many times had he used sex as a means of control?  And he’d even told Jack, quite proudly in fact, that the way a Jaffa keeps his wife and his mistress in line is to assure they are sexually satisfied at all times.  More times than he could count, he stopped Drey’auc’s complaining spells with a night of incredible sex.  And more often than not, he kept his mistress from driving him crazy by either making love to her when she was upset with him or going to her for sex when Drey’auc wasn’t or did not want to be in the mood.  Like General Hammond had said, sometimes things come back to bite you in the ass.  It was a classic case of what went around coming back to him.  He could not be angry at Kayla for stating the truth.  At anytime during their encounter he could have walked away.  And he had only proceeded when she made it clear he could approach her.

 

“Chevron six encoded!”

 

“Then when will we discuss it?” he urged.

 

“I don’t know,” she said.  “There’s a part of me that still doesn’t trust you because of all this.  I’m not blinded anymore Teal’c.  I no longer see you as a stranger in a strange land that I can introduce to Earth customs and lose myself in. 

 

An uncomfortable silence passed between them.  Kayla decided to break it.

 

“It would be so easy for me to get lost in what happened and forget the bigger issue,” she told him, squeezing his arm a bit.  “And if I were younger I’d probably say everything is fine and buy into that happily ever after garbage.  I can see things crystal clear and I have to decide if that’s what I want to continue seeing.  And who’s to say another former lover of yours won’t come through the stargate and we wind up going through all of this again?”

 

Teal’c wanted to tell her there was absolutely no chance of it happening again.  That he would never risk her feelings for his ego ever again.  But he also knew she didn’t feel she could trust him.  And until she did, nothing he said could make that happen sooner.

 

Kayla moved a little closer and said, “I’m sorry if this isn’t what you want to hear, but…”

 

“It is what I need to hear,” he assured in a warm voice.  “And yet again you have proven you are much wiser than I.”

 

“Chevron seven locked!”  Harriman declared.

 

They both looked up as an unstable vortex splashed forth before settling into a stable wormhole.  The event horizon shimmered in front of them, casting an eerie shadow on them both.  The time was now, and Teal’c decided to take another approach to obtaining what he most desperately wanted from her.

 

“I know it will take time for you to forgive me,” he said.

 

Kayla looked at the blue event horizon for a few moments.  “I have forgiven you,” she told him with an even smile.  “It’s the forgetting part I’m having a problem with.”

 

Teal’c cast his eyes downward.  “I know,” he said softly.  “But the course of true love never did run smooth,” he said.

 

Kayla looked surprised.  “When did you learn Shakespeare?” she asked incredulously.

 

“It is a passage I remember DanielJackson telling me.”

 

“So that’s what you think this is?” she asked in all seriousness. “True love?”

 

Teal’c inhaled sharply, then slowly let it out as he indulged himself in the sight of her beauty.  “I have had to learn a great many things during this ordeal.  And I have learned that …”

 

Kayla gave him a playfully impatient look.

 

“Yes,” he said guiltily.  “I believe that is what this is.  It is the thing for which all other work is preparation.  It is what I have been preparing for all my life for this moment.  Right now.”

 

Kayla was obviously impressed.  “What if I can’t say it back to you?” she theorized.

 

“It is of no matter,” he said.  “As long as I can admit my feelings to you I am satisfied.”

 

“No you’re not.” 

 

Teal’c was taken aback.  “How do you…”

 

“When you’ve been possessed by a ten thousand year old mistress to the gods, you pick up a few things,” she said knowingly.

 

Teal’c bowed slightly in acknowledgement, realizing right then she had spoken the truth about what was in his heart.  A part of him would never be satisfied until she told him she loved him as much as he loved her.  And that same part wouldn’t be whole until she was his again.

 

“Tel ma te,” Kayla said, bowing her head slightly and crossing her arms in front of her.  When she looked up at him, her eyes said goodbye.  Teal’c wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to say it.

 

He pressed his large forearms against her slender ones, finally bringing himself to meet her departing gaze. 

 

“Tel ma te,” he repeated, looking into her eyes, peering into her soul for some sort of answer to whether she would return to him.  He desperately wanted to kiss her. He wanted to press his full lips to her own, part hers with his tongue, and stay that way within the shimmering glow of the event horizon.  But decorum dictated such a thing not take place so instead, he pictured it in his mind.

 

And she did as well.

 

“I hate to break this up,” Jacob said as he came up the ramp with Anise in tow.  “But we’ve got to get moving.  George told me Vidrine’s plane just landed at the airstrip and he’ll be here in ten minutes.” 

 

“Knowing my father it will be in five minutes,” Kayla snorted.  “He’s going to crucify you for letting me go,” she warned Teal’c.

 

“I believe I can handle your father,” Teal’c assured as he held her hands.

 

“It is much too dangerous for her to remain here,” Anise said urgently.  “As long as Doctor Porter is blended with Nephthys, Apophis will come looking for her.  And Anubis will not be far behind.”

 

“She is better protected among you,” he painfully admitted.  “I understand.”  Reluctantly, he let go of her.

 

He watched as Jacob and Anise led Kayla up the ramp to the stargate.  So many feelings ran through him.  Osiris was freed, Tanith was in her midst, and he was relying on the Tok’ra to protect her.   He prayed they would protect her better than they did Shan’auc.

 

Kayla stopped short of the event horizon and turned around.  “You wish to know if this host will return?” Nephthys asked him.

 

“Yes,” he said.  When she motioned for him to come closer, he quickly traversed the length of the ramp.  Time seemed to stop as he wondered what Nephthys had to say to him.

 

She placed a hand over the left side of his chest.  “Listen to what your heart speaks,” she said, looking deeply into his eyes.  “Therein lies the answer to your question.”  Then she turned and disappeared into the rippling pool of blue.

 

As he slowly descended the gate ramp, he realized he needed to speak with General Hammond.  He would ask for a leave of absence to visit Chulak after completing the missions scheduled for the next two weeks.  With the new larvae to be distributed amongst his people, now was as good a time as ever to get his people to turn against the false gods.  Bra’tac had told him of Ma’kar of the Gomai Foothills; how he had sent word that a number of Jaffa were prepared to fight for their freedom.  Teal’c told himself that soon he would meet with Ma’kar and gather an army of Jaffa for the pursuit of freedom for their people.   There was renewed hope now, and he was determined to use Nephthys’ deception of he and Kayla in his favor.

 

As the event horizon disappeared into nothingness, Teal’c’s heart told him the answer to his question.

 

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EPILOGUE

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Freya paced outside of the council chambers, anxious to know what was going on.  Of course she knew Nephthys was telling them everything she knew about Apophis’ strengths, weaknesses, and what defensive action the system lords would take against them.  She wondered when the high council would figure out she was worth a seat among them.

 

“Pacing will not make the high council reach a decision more swiftly,” Korra told her.

 

Freya smiled at the dusky-skinned Tok’ra host.  “I am aware of that,” she said.  “But it makes the time pass by more swiftly.”  Korra bowed his head slightly in agreement.

 

“I have heard this goa’uld has turned to our cause,” he said. “Such a thing is doubtful.”

 

“She has provided us with the means for new Tok’ra symbiotes.”

 

Korra was taken aback.  “How can this be?” he asked.  “You know as well as I that Egeria spawned the only true Tok’ra symbiotes.  And only a few goa’uld have come over to our cause, but none in the past few hundred years.” 

 

Freya smiled widely.  “All will be revealed in time, Korra,” she said, noticing people were coming out of the meeting hall.  Obviously, the high council had concluded its debriefing of Nephthys.

 

“I take it things went well with the high council?” Freya asked Kayla as she exited.

 

“They did indeed,” Kayla said, stopping to talk with her.  “It was kinda weird though.  Like some hidden part of my brain did a core dump.”

 

“It will take some getting used to,” he told her with a sympathetic smile.  “Now if you will excuse me, I need to speak with Jacob Carter before he goes back to Earth.  He is most anxious to begin his…vacation.”  Korra bowed his head slightly before taking his leave.

 

“Don’t you have any doors around this place?” Kayla asked as her eyes panned the room.

 

“We have no secrets from one another,” Freya said.  “You will become accustomed to it.”

 

“I don’t think so,” Kayla said with full ethnic inflection.

 

“My lady,” a voice behind Kayla said.  “It is an honor to meet you.” 

 

The voice made the hairs on Kayla’s neck stand on end.  She’d had this feeling before and wasn’t anxious to experience it again.  Sensing this, the symbiote within took over immediately.

 

“I do not believe we have met,” Nephthys said as she turned Kayla’s body around, giving a polite look to the man who had addressed her.

 

“I am Tanith,” he said with a deep bow.  “When I received word the Mistress of the Gods herself had come into the service of the Tok’ra, I had to see so for myself.”

 

“Tanith was taught by the Jaffa who carried him that the goa’uld are not to be trusted,” Anise informed.  “He has pledged his loyalty to the Tok’ra.”

 

“Have you?” Nephthys asked, her tone tentative but still polite.  She was obviously feeling Tanith out.

 

“Indeed,” he said, bowing before her.

 

“The Jaffa who carried you must have put her life in great danger to communicate with one who would be her god.”

 

“Yes,” he confirmed.  “It is a shame I cannot repay her for showing me the true way.”

 

“And why is that?” 

 

“Unfortunately, because she waited for so long, Shan’auc did not survive,” Anise said, trying not to let on that she and her fellow Tok’ra knew Tanith murdered Shan’auc.  “Even though we were able to get her a new symbiote, it was much too young for the task of healing her.”

 

Nephthys closed her eyes briefly and spoke a few words in Goa’uld.   “That is most unfortunate,” she said as she opened her eyes.  “But you, Tanith, must see to it her sacrifice was not in vain.”

 

“That is why I remain loyal to the Tok’ra.”

 

“As do I,” she said, easing the tension.  “Will you excuse us?”

 

“Of course,” Tanith said with a short bow.  He gave Nephthys a look that said he knew something was different with her and was determined to find out what it was.  Nephthys and Freya didn’t hang around long enough for him to find out.

 

Nephthys strode purposefully out of the area with Freya beside her.  When she determined they were out of Tanith’s earshot, she said,  “Have you a willing host ready?”

 

Anise took over.  “Not exactly…”

 

“Time is of the essence,” she said hurriedly.  “Where is the host?”

 

“Willing hosts are in short supply,” she said.  “It may be some time before we are able to locate one for you.  Rest assured we are acting most diligently on this matter.”

 

“Be sure that you do,” Nephthys said, stepping into an alcove.  “This is a matter of urgency that must be resolved quickly.  And given Tanith’s true intentions, the sooner it is done the better.”

 

“Why?” Anise asked, suddenly looking a little puzzled. 

 

“Do you not know what you have in your midst?” she chastised.  “He is still loyal to the goa’uld.  And even worse, he is loyal to Apophis.”

 

“We are still not assured of your loyalty,” Anise snapped.

 

“I have given you more than he has,” Nephthys snapped back.  “Much more.  By keeping him in your midst you invite trouble to Vorash.”  Her expression turned disapproving.  “I expected more from you, Anise.  Perhaps I was wrong about the wisdom of the Tok’ra.”

 

“I do not apologize for the means,” she said.  “We are fighting for our survival and will use any means necessary.”

 

“At the expense of your own destruction?” Nephthys countered.  “Mark my words, the longer he stays, the more you and the Tok’ra are in danger.  Considering I am one of the goa’ulds from whence the children come, I am most learned in their behavior.  You have taken on more than you can handle.” 

 

She started to walk out, but stopped for a few moments.  Anise observed through Freya’s eyes that Nephthys was behaving as if hearing something no one else could.  Her hands skimmed over the hips, crossed over the abdomen of her host before moving up to rest on her temples.  She began to chant in Goa’uld, but her voice was too low for Anise to make out what the goa’uld queen was saying.

 

“Is there something wrong?” Anise asked as she stood close to Nephthys.

“I apologize but I cannot come forth again until I have been placed into another host,” Nephthys said in a whisper loud enough for Anise to hear, but low enough so no one who happened to pass by would.  “I implore you to complete this successfully and quickly.  It will be only a matter of time before Tanith informs Apophis of my whereabouts.”

 

“Why?” Anise demanded.  “What is going to happen?”  The look Nephthys gave her said things were about to get complicated.

 

Very complicated.

 

Fin

 

 

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