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"I think we're safe in here - for now," O'Neill said, glancing worriedly out through the broken window of the abandoned building they were hiding in.

The place had probably been some sort of small factory, and the room they were in was dark and dusty, and littered with parts from broken machinery.

"Any suggestions to where we can go? Back to Ferretti?" Daniel wondered.

O'Neill shook his head. "No, we can't risk him being captured."

"Correct. He has knowledge of the current whereabout of many of the remaining people from Stargate Command. It would be most unfortunate if they were to fall into Goa'uld hands," Teal'c said.

"Well, that too." O'Neill sighed.

"I did not mean to imply I did not care about Major Ferretti."

"I know, Teal'c." O'Neill sat down with his back against the wall that separated the large room from a smaller inner room, which had clearly served as an office. "Any idea about the symbiotes back at the warehouse? Why do you think they were there?"

"Maybe they'll make some people hosts, to control them," Daniel suggested, shuddering.

Sam shook her head. "I don't think so. As Teal'c said, they were far too young."

"They are only suitable for implantation at that age," Teal'c said.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "That's my thought too. It fits with that device we found. Remember? The one I said I had bad feelings about."

"It's for making Jaffa?" O'Neill asked, a faint horror in his voice.

"I think so, yes," Sam confirmed.

"That fits with the armor and weapons we found." Daniel said.

"Damn bastards!" O'Neill exclaimed.

"I agree, that is a likely explanation," Teal'c said.

"Why would they do that? Don't they have enough Jaffa?" Daniel asked.

"Holding a planet like Earth probably takes up a pretty big chunk of Heru'ur's forces, don't you think, Teal'c?" O'Neill said.

"Yes, most of them, probably. He may very well need more to hold the rest of his empire."

"Earth is an almost unlimited source of manpower for him, if he can just turn humans into Jaffa," Daniel said.

"Yeah, but I doubt very many of them will be loyal to him - or in good enough shape, for that matter," O'Neill observed.

"There's always mercenaries, and people who are ready to jump at this for a chance of a better life. As long he doesn't use them on Earth, there may not be any problems," Sam said.

"Right, while Jaffa are still slaves, they're at least a bit higher on the scale than humans, aren't they?" Daniel asked.

"That is correct," Teal'c admitted. He listened. Someone is approaching outside."

"I hear them. Be quiet, guys!" O'Neill whispered.

They all fell silent, and waited in the darkness for several minutes, while they could hear Jaffa walk around outside, now and then shouting orders. Suddenly, the door to the building was ripped open, and a Jaffa entered, shining a light into the room.

The light fell directly on SG-1.

"Kree, human slaves!" the Jaffa shouted.

Several more Jaffa entered. Teal'c fired at them, followed by the others, but seconds later there was an explosion and they all fell to the floor, unconscious.


Sam groaned as she woke up. She opened her eyes to darkness. "I really hate stun grenades!"

"Amen to that," O'Neill said, wincing as he sat up. "I wonder where we are?"

"Most likely in a Goa'uld holding cell," Teal'c offered.

"Meaning we're doomed," Daniel said. "No one's going to come for us. Ever."

"Relax, Daniel. We've been in worse situations," O'Neill insisted.

"When?" Daniel asked.

"I do not believe so, O'Neill," Teal'c said. "In addition, the fact that I am carrying the mark of Apophis may bring further risk to us."

"Thanks for the note of cheer," O'Neill grumbled.

"Well, my eyesight is starting to return, at least. The world is grey now instead of black," Sam said.

"Mine as well," Teal'c agreed.

"That's good. First one that gets their sight back start looking for a way out. One way or another, we are getting out of this alive!" O'Neill insisted.


"I'm not able to open the electronic lock from this side. I'm sorry," Sam said, looking defeated.

"I can find no faults with any part of the doors. Regrettably," Teal'c added.

They heard noise from outside, and Sam and Teal'c stepped back as the large doors opened. A group of Jaffa stood outside, and one of them entered the cell. He had a silver mark on his forehead, identifying him as a Second Prime. The symbol was easily recognizable as being Heru'ur's.

"Kree, human slaves. You will come with us, and meet your god, Lord Alim!" the Second Prime proclaimed.

"Yeah, you know, if it's okay with you, I'd rather wait. I didn't get enough sleep tonight and..." O'Neill began.

"Kree! Ha'shak! How dare you disobey me?" the Jaffa spat, furious, and grabbed hold of O'Neill, pulling him up from the bench and giving him a hard push towards the other guards.

Some of the other Jaffa stepped into the cell and pulled Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c with them as well, and soon all the members of SG-1 were being forced to hurry through the corridors to meet the Goa'uld Lord in charge of the place.

"It looks like we're on a ha'tak," Sam observed.

"Most likely the local Goa'uld Lord lives in the one that has landed on top of Cheyenne Mountain," Teal'c said.

"Silence!" the Second Prime exclaimed, giving both Sam and Teal'c a hard twack over the shoulder.

They were lead to a large throne room, decorated in the ancient Egyptian style favoured by Heru'ur. The walls were of gold covered with Goa'uld inscriptions, and here and there stood statues and smaller figures, all in gold or garishly coloured.

At the back of the room, in the middle of a low raised platform, stood a golden throne chair with a high back, the top of which was decorated with the falcon wings of Heru'ur. Behind the throne chair hung a curtain with a large version of Heru'ur's symbol.

However, the members of SG-1 barely noticed any of this, as their attention was immediately focused on the young man sitting on the throne.

He was wearing a short kilt and a shirt, both of blue silk and decorated with gold. Around his waist was a broad belt with an elaborately wrought clasp. On his feet were leather sandals, and on his head a gold-with-jewels headdress reminiscent of the pharaohs. He also wore a large necklace, rings, a bracelet around his right wrist, and a hand device on his left hand, of course. In addition to all this, he had on traditional make-up, of much the same style Apophis wore. The dark eyeliner made his pale blue-grey eyes seem even paler.

A brief look of surprise and disbelief flashed across his features, before he quickly hid it behind a cold, arrogant expression.

The members of SG-1 all felt similar disbelief, but the Jaffa forcing them down on their knees gave them time to hide their reaction. It was obvious to all of them that if the man before them was Tok'ra in this universe as well, then they had better not risk compromising his position. He was almost certainly their only hope of survival.

"These were the intruders in Anh'sh Uten'p An'kh?" Alim asked.

"The place of the gift of life," Daniel whispered.

"Silence!" the Second Prime exclaimed, hitting Daniel hard over the back.

"Jaffa, kree! Do not interfere in my interrogation!" Alim ordered, harshly.

"No, my Lord. I apologize, my Lord." The Jaffa bowed.

"You did not answer my question, Re'oc," Alim said, a dangerous undertone to his voice.

"I apologize. Yes, these were the ones who had intruded upon the sanctity of Anh'sh Uten'p An'kh. We caught them soon after, as they were cowardly hiding in a ruin."

"I see. Where the symbiotes harmed?"

"They were not. We stopped the human scum before they could commit this further atrocity."

"Good." Alim nodded. "I will interrogate them alone. You and your men will leave and not disturb me until I call for you.

The Jaffa hesitated, then bowed. "Yes, my Lord."

Alim waited until the Jaffa had left the room and the door had closed behind them, before turning to address those kneeling before him. "I must admit I had never expected to see any of you again. I was told you were dead. It pleases me greatly that it is not so."

"Yeah, well, you know Marty, well, Lantash - we thought the same about you," O'Neill said. "Oh, and let me say - that outfit is so... not you."

"Colonel!" Sam admonished, reminding him now was not the time to explain about changes to the timeline. She smiled at Lantash. "Hello Lantash, Martouf."

Lantash nodded to her, smiling a little. "Hello Samantha." He raised an eyebrow. "Regardless, we do not have the time to talk about your miraculous survival. Why are you here? You are in grave danger!"

"We needed to know what was going on in the warehouse," Sam said.

"It was a foolish, dangerous decision! If you truly are who you appear to be, we need to find a way to get you out of here - and quickly, before..." He was interrupted by the door at the other end of the room opening. "I told you I did not want to be disturbed!" he bellowed.

"I am sure that was not meant for me, Alim," a silken voice said.

They turned to see that another Goa'uld had entered, with a few Jaffa following her. She wore traditional Egyptian clothing - a long white dress of an almost see-through material, which was held in at the waist by a golden belt. She wore much jewelry, a hand device, a large head dress, and along her back fell a large golden cape, shaped much like a pair of wings.

Lantash rose quickly. "Queen Isis. I had not expected to see you today."

"These ha'taka dared threaten my young?" She glared at SG-1.

"I have not had time to learn much, but I believe they merely... wandered in by accident. The Jaffa had stupidly left their guard, and the humans seem to have thought they could find food in the warehouse. Hapless fools are a better description."

Isis snorted. "That would describe most humans - and I am not surprised about the Jaffa. They must be punished. Where is Osiris?"

"He left to oversee the recruitment in Europe."

"I know that! Why is he not back? Also, why do you insist on using the names these humans have come up with for their dwellings?" Isis turned to look at SG-1 and flashed her eyes. "We cannot permit insolence from human slaves. They must be punished severely and then executed."

"They will be, of course, but I wish to see if there is more to learn first."

"It will have to wait. Heru'ur wishes to receive another battalion in a fortnight. Everything must be ready when Osiris returns with the volunteers."

"Of course, Queen Isis." Lantash looked to the Jaffa that had entered with Isis. "Return the prisoners to the holding cell for now."


"So, Marty is alive," O'Neill observed.

"Yeah, seems we keep discovering more differences," Daniel agreed.

"We haven't seen any that are from before our experience with the Atanik armbands, though," Sam reminded them. "So I think we can still assume that was the focal point for the changes."

"Right. What about Isis?"

"She's... she's dead. I mean, she was supposed to have been killed when the seal on her stasis jar broke," Daniel said.

"During transport, yes, but we have no way of knowing what happened to that shipment. Most likely the Goa'uld intercepted it, and they knew what it was. They probably found the two stasis jars and... I don't know? Maybe they decided they could use those Goa'uld. Does Heru'ur know Isis and Osiris?" Sam wondered.

"Well, uh, depending on which myth you're looking at, Heru'ur can be Osiris and Isis's son, or their brother - or son of Hathor and Ra, which we know the real one is," Daniel blathered. "Anyway, Ra is also the father of Shu and Tefnut, who are parents of Geb and Nut - among others - who again are parents of Osiris, Isis, Seth, and Nephtys. Now that means..."

"Stop, you're giving me a headache!" O'Neill complained. "I don't care about complicated Goa'uld relationships! Could Heru'ur be allied to Osiris and Isis? Teal'c?"

"I have no knowledge of those two Goa'uld, other than what we learned of Osiris in our own timeline."

"Okay, then let's assume Heru'ur decided they were useful. What else do we know?" O'Neill sighed. "It was just damn unlucky Isis showed up when she did, before we had time to talk more to Lantash."

"We need to find a way to meet with him. If we're to make a new uprising on Earth, it should be coordinated with the Tok'ra. That may actually give us a chance of succeeding."

"Okay, maybe, but how do we do that? Assuming he can get us out of here, of course," O'Neill said.

They all turned to look as the door opened, and the Second Prime from before stood outside again, together with a group of Jaffa. He grabbed hold of Sam and pushed her along. "Lord Alim requires your presence in his bed." He leered.

"What?" Sam exclaimed, just as the door closed behind her.

Back in the cell the three others looked at each other with disbelief on their faces.

"What the Hell was that? The damn snakehead is going to take advantage of the situation so he can sleep with Carter?" O'Neill said angrily. "I always knew he wanted her, but I didn't think he'd do something like this!"

"I do not believe that is why he sent for her. He merely found a way to talk to one of us without causing suspicion," Teal'c observed.

O'Neill nodded calming down when he realized that was almost certainly true. "Right. You're right, of course."



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