Al-Quasa're Part 2
by Tigermoth
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1200h GMT 1200-Midday
Saturday Afternoon
Cheyenne Mountain
Doctor Fraiser's Office, SGC
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--
The office door closed and locked, and Janet let
herself sink in exhaustion into Daniel Jackson's
loving embrace. She leaned her cheek against his
chest, fighting to keep her tears within her eyes. "I
let her down again, Daniel," she said, referring to
her daughter. "First with her illness, and now with
this." She paused, shifting slightly within the
circle of his arms. "She must think I am a lousy
mother. I can't even keep her safe. She must hate me
so much right now."
Daniel pressed a kiss into the Doctor's hair. "She
doesn't hate you, Doc," he soothed, knowing that his
words would offer little comfort. "Cassie's illness
wasn't your fault. And neither is this." He cupped a
hand underneath her chin and tilted her head up so
that he could look into her sad, brown eyes.
"Cassandra loves you. *I* love you. Nothing that
ever happens is going to change that. We'll find her,
Janet. Jack will be back with a lead anytime."
The petite auburn-haired Doctor gave a small smile as
Daniel brushed the tears from her eyes. "I hope so,"
she whispered, thanking god that such a wonderful,
loving man had ever come into her life. "Daniel," she
added.
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
--
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1205h GMT 1205 Midday
Saturday Afternoon
Colorado
Unknown Location
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--
Struggling through the blackness, Queen Al-Quasa're
opened her eyes, slowly getting used to her new host's
body as she rose into consciousness. She searched
through her new mind, trying to find the consciousness
of her host so that she could greet her.
/I am Al-Quasa're, Queen of the Tok'ra/ she intoned,
hoping for a reply.
Something inside the back of her consciousness
stirred, its fear evident in its voice.
\This...this is Cassandra Fraiser. What are you doing
in my body?\ Demanded the terrified, yet furious
voice of her host.
Al-Quasa're drew back, confused. /I was under the
impression that you were a willing host, Cassandra
Fraiser. Please do not tell me that this was not your
choice?/
Her host gave off a wave of sarcastic fury, \Hel-lo,
stupid. If you haven't noticed yet, I've been
strapped down to the bed. I wasn't entirely in a
position to voice my opinion here!\
The Tok'ra Queen gasped mentally in shock. /You are
saying that I took you without your free will?/ She
questioned. /This is not acceptable. Please, do not
be angered. Pray tell me, who did this to you?/
She felt her host bristle at her words. \One of your
guys, apparently. She called herself Anise. Wore a
lot of porno leather. She'll probably be back soon.
What are you going to do to her? I mean...we are
kinda stuck here.\
Al-Quasa're sighed in relief, her host's fear had
become diminished, replaced with a strong desire to
have revenge on the one called Anise. She cast her
memory back over her host's words, wondering at one of
her comments. /Porno Leather?/
Her host laughed, becoming more at ease with the
presence sharing her body. \Uh, don't worry. You'll
see.\
--
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1210h GMT 12:10 Midday
Saturday Afternoon
Cheyenne Mountain
Briefing Room, SGC
======================
--
"Okay guys, this is what I got off our happy chappies
at the Pentagon." Colonel O'Neill handed out sheets
of A4 paper to his team members and Doctor Fraiser.
"Apparently Maybourne and his goons managed to steal
one of those cool Tollanian 'Walk-Through-Walls'
doohickeys and managed to get it to Anise. They also
managed to provide her with an invisibility device
that they stole from the Asguard."
Daniel looked up from where he was seated beside
Janet. "Kinda like the one Nirti had?"
O'Neill nodded. "Yeah. One of those." He turned
their attention back on the page in front of them.
"Anyway, what we have here are ten data traces of
phone calls made from Maybourne's cellphone. Each
call made from various unused buildings moving in an
easterly direction."
"So he's moving East?" said Sam, glancing from the
paper to her CO and back again.
"Something like that," affirmed the Colonel. "Our
best guess is that they've set up shop in one of the
deserted buildings down there."
Janet looked up from her paper with furrowed brows,
realisation dawning on her face. "Saint Mary's
Hospital," she said.
Her team-mates looked at her in confusion. "What was
that, Doc?"
The young Doctor stood up, pointing to the paper in
her hand. "That's it! That's where they are. Saint
Mary's Public Hospital. It closed down a couple of
months ago after the new one opened up. If they
really are moving from building to building, Saint
Mary's must be the place where they are now!"
Samantha looked over to O'Neill, who returned the look
back to her. "Well, it's better than what we've come
up with so far, Sir. I say we take it and run."
"I'm right with you on that one, Carter."
"Let's go."
--
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1215h GMT 12:15 Midday
Saturday Afternoon
Colorado
Saint Mary's Public Hospital
======================
--
Al-Quasa're sat quietly in the back of her new host's
consciousness, as enraged at being violated as
Cassandra. She had started talking to her host,
beginning to forge a friendship with her as they
waited for the one named Anise to return.
The Queen felt her host grow tense at the sound of
heels clacking on the grey stone floor. /Is this the
one?/ she asked her host, trying to calm her as much
as possible.
\Yeah, that's her.\
Al-Quasa're coaxed Cassandra to let her take control.
The young girl’s eyes flashed gold when the Tok'ra
Queen took over.
Anise saw that her Queen was finally awake and bowed
down reverently, bosoms quivering as they kept their
tenuous hold inside her nonexistent leather dress.
"Your Highness," she greeted, "it is an honour to
finally meet you."
Al-Quasa're snorted in disdain, tugging experimentally
on the leather straps that bound her arms and legs.
"Release me from these binds!" she ordered, her host's
normally light female voice sounding deep and imposing
with the Tok'ra Queen's influence.
Anise quickly complied, apologising profusely for
binding her Queen.
Al-Quasa're stood up shakily from the bed, pinning the
other Tok'ra with a withering glare. "My host
Cassandra Fraiser tells me that she was blended
against her will." The Tok'ra Queen grabbed Anise by
the throat, choking her slowly. "You have broken the
very belief that the Tok'ra hold dear, Child. You
have taken advantage of a Tau'ri and you have violated
*me*! I do not take such a violation lightly."
The Queen released the Tok'ra's neck, watching with a
slight sensation of satisfaction when the leather-clad
woman stumbled back, gasping for her breath.
"My Queen!" Anise deplored, trembling slightly.
"Surely you see the great good that I have done for
you? I saved your life by finding you a host. Your
stasis chamber was broken, you were going to die!"
The Tok'ra Queen huffed, shaking her head slightly.
"I would have chosen death at the hands of Osiris
rather than take a host who was not willing," she
stated coldly, stalking slowly in Anise's direction.
She was intent on making amends to her host by
instilling the other woman with as much fear as she
had given to her host.
"You displease me greatly, O Leather-Clad one," she
paused, looking over the woman's highly inappropriate
attire. The laughed inwardly, talking to her host.
/Ah, so this is what you mean by 'porno leather'/
Al-Quasa're reached out and fingered the scrap of
leather parading as a sleeve. "What is this
monstrosity that you clothe yourself in?" She asked,
not even waiting for an answer. "These are not the
dressings of the Tok'ra."
\Tell her she's a crusty hoe!\ came the voice of her
host in the back of her mind.
"My host tells me that you look like a 'crusty hoe'."
She dropped her hand from the offending garment. "I
believe she means that you look like a Laktur'ka. One
who sells their bodies for money."
Anise bowed her head in shame, shattered that she had
failed to please her Majesty. "I am sorry, my Queen.
I only hoped to gather your favour by giving you
life."
The Queen paused for a moment, thinking that perhaps
the poor woman had been misled by her desire to do
good. That moment did her wrong, however, for when
she looked up, she saw the Tok'ra's eyes flash with
gold. The woman's hand clutched her about the throat
and forced her back to the bed, strapping her down
once again.
"So that I may destroy this blasphemous movement
against the Goa'uld. You will suffer, Shol'vah. You,
and all of the Tok'ra combined. Now that I have you
as my hostage, they will do anything to get you back."
The Tok'ra Queen struggled against her bonds, spitting
in the face of the Goa'uld. "It is *you* who are the
Shol'vah, Anise. My people will never yield to the
false gods. We die free!"
Al-Quasa're winced after Anise jabbed something sharp
needle into her arm. The darkness pulled her under,
accompanied by the furious screaming of her host.
-
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1315h GMT 1:15 pm
Saturday Afternoon
Outside Saint Mary's Public Hospital
Colorado
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-
Teal'c and Daniel huddled by the front door of the
deserted hospital building. Sam, Jack and Janet had
gone to take the back entrance. They waited silently
for O'Neill to signal them over the radio.
The radio crackled twice, that was the signal. The
archaeologist and the Jaffa jumped up and slipped
quickly into the front door, Teal'c's zat gun held at
the ready for any attackers.
The dimly lit hallway was as silent as a tomb. There
was not another person in sight. Teal'c showed Daniel
a flight of stairs leading to the second floor that he
thought they should investigate. //Hey Jack, this is
Daniel. First floor is clear. Teal'c and I are going
up the stairs to the second floor to investigate.//
The radio crackled as O'Neill came in with a reply.
//Got you on that one, Danny. We're about to come in
through the back door. Over//
Daniel nodded to Teal'c the start moving up the
stairs. They crept up them stealthily, careful not to
alert any possible bad guys of their presence.
--
Outside the building, Sam Carter glanced back at her
friend crouching behind them, handgun at the ready.
"You okay to do this?" she asked, watching the Doctor
as she nodded tensely.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she replied. "I just want
to get my daughter back."
The Colonel turned his head and nodded to the two
women, indicating that they follow him through the
door.
The first floor was empty, just as the archaeologist
had described. Only the glitter of fluorescent lights
lent any illumination to the darkened corridor. "The
goons must be on the second floor," O'Neill commented,
leading his team down the hallway to the flight of
stairs that Daniel had described. He made a couple of
field signals to the two women, and as a group, they
cautiously began climbing up the stairs.
--
Teal'c heard the footsteps before Daniel did, grabbing
the young archaeologist by the jacket and pulling him
into a small alcove in the wall for cover. They waited
in silence as two black-suited men walked past their
hiding place, heading for the lift at the far end of
the hall.
In a mutual decision, Daniel and the dark-skinned
Jaffa began following the suits covertly, knowing that
they would lead them to Cassandra and the Tok'ra
Anise.
--
Rounding the corner, O'Neill ordered his 2IC and the
doctor to continue to the third floor while he checked
the rooms in the second level. The two women went up
without argument, and he began searching through the
rooms.
He swung round through an open doorway, handgun up and
ready to fire. The room was empty, but several
devices cluttered the desk that stood like a lost dog
in the center of the room.
He looked at the devices curiously, recognising one of
them as the stolen Tollan Wall Device. Pocketing the
metallic grey object, he looked at the other device on
the table. He could only assume that it was the
invisibility device stolen from the Asguard, and
pocketed that too.
--
Major Carter and Doctor Fraiser crouched low at the
entrance to the stair well. They watched in silence
as a nurse entered into a room, rolling a tray of
supplies in front of him.
Together, the pair ran over to the room, taking cover
to watch the nurse administer something to the patient
who lay on the gurney in the middle of the room. "Get
lost!" said the irritated teenage voice.
Janet recognised the voice, glancing to the major who
was crouching down in front of her. "That's Dominic,"
she whispered, making sure that only the Major would
hear her.
Sam nodded, holding up three fingers to indicate a
countdown.
Three...two...one.
The pair burst into the room, startling the nurse who
spun around to face them, dropping his metal tray with
a clatter to the floor.
Dominic watched as the tall blonde woman and the woman
whom he recognised as Cassandra's mother zapped the
nurse with some kind of electrical gun, making him
fall convulsing, to the floor.
Mrs. Fraiser (as he knew her), came to his bedside,
checking his pulse. "Hey, Dominic. We're going to
get you out of here. Are you okay?"
The boy could only nod in affirmation, watching the
tall blonde woman as she searched the prone nurse's
pockets for the handcuff keys.
"How did you find me?" he asked Cassandra's mother.
The other woman walked over to the gurney, keys in
hand. "Leaps of intuition." Was the only explanation
that she could offer, releasing the handcuff from
around his wrist.
Mrs. Fraiser stood back and helped him from the bed.
"You okay to walk?" she asked. Dominic nodded again,
standing shakily on his own two feet.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
--
Teal'c cast a glance over to Daniel as they followed
the suit upwards to the third floor. They both halted
suddenly, hearing a clatter and the sound of a
female's voice demanding to be let go.
--
Cassandra had woken up again, the sedative's effects
still clouding her brain. The Queen had let her take
control of her body, saying that she was taking some
time to think of a plan to escape.
In the meantime, Cassandra took to making as much of a
nuisance of her self as she possibly could. If these
bastards were going to hold her against her will, she
might as well make the most of it.
--
"Burn in hell, you crazy bitch!"
Teal'c and Daniel shared a look. That was definitely
Cassandra's voice all right. The Jaffa contacted his
team-mates over the radio.
--
Crackle. //We believe that we have found Cassandra
Fraiser.//
Sam and Janet stopped in their tracks, taking a moment
to process their teammates words before springing into
action. Telling Dominic to remain in the room, they
went out into the corridor, meeting up with the
Colonel on their way.
"They must be up on the third-floor," he commented,
flicking of the safety on his gun. "By the way," he
added, "I found those devices that Anise used to
escape the base with."
Following the Colonel to the stairs, Samantha nodded.
"Good work, Sir. We found Dominic."
--
The six adults fanned out into the hall, careful not
to alert any of their enemies to their presence.
Janet's heart beat determinedly in her chest. She
could hear her daughter swearing up a storm in one of
the rooms at the far end of the corridor.
--
Anise stood up from her workbench and glided to the
door, the Tau'ri child was making a racket again. The
unending cacophony made it difficult for her to work.
She filled another syringe with sedative, and started
for the girl's room, intent on having her silence.
"Freeze."
The Goa'uld turned slowly, her brown leather pants
squeaking as the material slid over her legs.
At the opposite end of the corridor stood five of the
Tau'ri, each one of them holding a handgun at her.
Narrowing her eyes, Anise started walking towards
them. When would the Tau'ri ever learn?
"Not a step closer, Anise!" said the firm voice of
Colonel O'Neill.
She took another step.
"I mean it! Right there or we shoot!"
Anise laughed, and stepped forward again. A single
bullet whizzed past her shoulder. She stopped short.
Okay, perhaps the Tau'ri weren't joking. She bristled
defiantly. She lifted a hand to summon her guards.
"Men!" She snapped.
Four dark suited men and women erupted into the
corridor, every single one of them holding weapons at
the ready.
SG-1 started to fire, picking each one off without
difficulty. Anise gasped. No! It wasn't supposed to
happen this way. With a squeak of leather, the
Goa'uld woman ran to the room in which Cassandra was
held, taking a gun from one of her fallen bodyguards
as she went.
She grabbed the child around the neck in an armlock as
the members of SG-1 followed her in. She cocked the
weapon and pointed the gun to the frightened child's
head.
"Do not come any closer or I will shoot!" she said,
eyes glittering in premature triumph.
Janet glowered at the woman holding her child. She
trained her gun on the woman's head. Knowing that she
could not shoot her without the risk of hitting her
daughter.
"Don't even think about it," she growled. "You shoot
Cassandra and I will shoot you."
--
Relief washed over Cassandra as she saw the familiar
faces of SG-1 and her mother as they burst into the
room. Sure, the Tok'ra Bitch Lady had a gun pointed
to her head, but that was a minor technicality. She
knew that her mom and her friends would be able to
kick some ass.
Al-Quasa're questioned her host anxiously at the
sudden influx of people into the room.
/Who are they?/
\My mom. SG-1. They're going to get us out of here\
she told the symbiont.
/Let me take over. I must warn them not to let Anise
get away./
Cassandra withdrew, letting the Queen take control of
her body. Al-Quasa're tried to pull the Goa'uld
woman's arm away from her throat so that she could
speak. "Be careful!" she warned. "She is a Goa'uld,
you must not let her get away!"
--
O'Neill blinked, seeing the child's eyes flash white
and then speak in a deep metallic voice. "Be Careful!
She is a Goa'uld, you must not let her get away!"
He glanced over to his 2IC, still holding his gun
squarely at Anise's head.
"Who are you?" he asked unsurely. It felt strange
talking to someone you knew wasn't actually in
control of their body.
The Tok'ra Queen still struggled against the Goa'uld.
"I am Al-Quasa're, the Tok'ra Queen. This shol'vah
blended me with my host without her consent. You must
take us back to the Stargate so that she may be
punished."
With a jerk of his head, the Colonel gestured for the
Goa'uld to uncuff Cassandra from the bed. Scowling,
Anise did so, still holding the gun to Cassandra's
head.
--
Janet's heart fell when she saw her eyes flash with
the colour of the Goa'uld. They were too late. Anise
had already implanted her daughter with the Tok'ra
Queen.
"Let me speak to my daughter!" she demanded, switching
her focus from Anise to her child.
Al-Quasa're's eyes shut, and then opened again,
letting Cassandra come to the surface.
"Mom, listen to her, she's telling the truth!" she
begged.
"Its okay sweetie. We're gonna get you out of here,"
she soothed.
--
The scream of fire alarms broke the tense stand-off in
the room. Anise’s concentration broke momentarily,
giving Cassandra a chance to knock the gun out of her
hand. She broke free of the woman's grasp, and ran to
her mother's waiting arms. "Mom!"
SG-1 acted quickly, Jack rushed forwards and cuffed
the Tok'ra's arms behind her back with the cuffs that
she had left lying open on the bed. Major Carter held
her handgun to the back of her head as O'Neill guided
the woman to the door.
Dominic stood in the hallway in front of the fire
alarm, looking half scared out of his wits. "All
these people with guns are coming!" he said. "We
gotta go now!"
--
The team bolted down the stairwell without a second
warning, bundling their Goa'uld captive into the back
of the van and closing the door just as an entourage
of black jeeps pulled up.
"No time to lose, let's hit it," said Jack, gunning up
the engine. And then, with a squeal of tires, they were gone.
--
=================
1630h GMT 4:30 pm
Sunday Afternoon
Cheyenne Mountain
Briefing Room, SGC
=================
--
The three hooded Tok'ra dignitaries sat at the round
table of the Briefing room. Queen Al-Quasa're sat
regally beside them, flanked to her left by her host's
mother, and the team members of SG-1.
"The stolen devices have been returned to their
rightful owners," spoke Selmac, addressing the table
as a whole. "We have heard news from one of our
scouts that they have found another, more suitable,"
he looked pointedly at Doctor Fraiser, "and *willing*
host for Queen Al-Quasa're. They will arrive with her
in a manner of days."
"And what of the Shol'vah, Anise?" asked Al-Quasa're,
speaking the question that all of them had been
wanting to ask.
"She will be removed from her host as a punishment for
her wrong," spoke the Tok'ra, gaining appreciative
nods from those gathered. He stood up then, placing
his wrinkled hands evenly on the table. "On behalf of
the Tok'ra I would like to apologise for the trouble
that we have caused. We will see to it in the future,
that it does not happen again."
"Indeed," agreed Al-Quasa're, turning her head to
speak to her host's mother. "I am sorry for taking
your daughter as a host without her consent. When we
become un-blended I will take care to remove from her
all of my memories so that she may live a happy life."
Janet tentatively took her daughter's - the Queen's
hand. "Thankyou, Al-Quasa're. We would really
appreciate that."
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Epilogue
===================
Five days later
Doctor Fraiser's Home,
Colorado
===================
The evening stars twinkled gently upon the people
snuggled together beneath a rug against the chilled
autumn night. After the drama of the past few days,
Cassandra was finally home, symbiont-free. Dominic
remembered nothing of the SGC, and the Tok'ra had
returned home - with their new Queen.
Daniel hugged his lover to his side, playing with a
strand of her hair as they gazed up at the night sky.
"So…" he murmured, adjusting his arm as she shifted
against him, "What happens now?"
Janet looked up at the pensive expression on his face,
propping herself up on one elbow and nuzzling her nose
against his chin. "What do you mean?" she asked, not
really understanding the direction of his question.
Her lover shrugged, deciding that he did not know what
he was on about either. "I don't know now, come to
think of it. I guess I was just making light
conversation…we haven't been able to do that for a
while."
With a nod of agreement, Janet smiled and snuggled
deeper into his arms. "I agree."
At her comment Daniel chuckled and pulled her lips up
to his, drawing her into a loving kiss. "Oh well," he
whispered breathlessly, after coming up to air. "I do
know one thing, for sure."
Janet kissed him back playfully. "What's that?"
Daniel grinned, flipping them over so that he leant on
his elbows above her. "That I love you."
The Doctor blushed, feeling the warmth of his love
going straight to her heart. She pulled his head down
so that his lips were hovering just above hers. "You
know what, Daniel?" she asked. He looked at her
questioningly. "I love you too."
From her bedroom window, Cassandra watched her mom and
her boyfriend play Disgusting Schmoopy Old People on
the back lawn. She hardly remembered ever having the
Tok'ra Queen inside her, but now that she was gone,
she could only be thankful that she was at home with
her family, safe and sound.
Releasing the clasp on the window, Cassandra rolled it
back and stuck her head out with a mischievous grin.
She drew in a breath and yelled out the window to her
adopted parents embracing on the grass.
"Augh, Mom! Daniel! For god's sakes! Get a room!"
Watching them as they broke apart and made faces at
her, she closed the window with a smile, poking out
her tongue at her dishevelled mother. She smiled to
herself.
All was right in the world.
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