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Let the Games Begin
The male members of the team never made it to Ba’al’s ship. The two women had grabbed their gear and headed for the transporter rings. They were unarmed, so were forced to hide to avoid any of the Jaffa. But within five minutes of Casey’s cry to Sam, they were back aboard the Phoenix.
Daniel grabbed Casey and pulled her tight against him as soon as she was close enough, held her as she sobbed into his shoulder, her body shaking. "Shh, it’s okay, babe. It’s all over. You’re safe."
Jack and Teal'c stood helplessly, watching as Sam rubbed a hand over the young woman’s shoulder.
"We managed to download almost everything from his computer," Sam said softly. "She bought us the time to do it. We should have left as soon as we had these crystals full."
"Did he tell you what he wanted?" Jack asked quietly.
Sam shook her head. "No, he didn’t. Although Casey kept him distracted enough that he answered most of my questions." She repeated what she had learned. "Look, he’s going to be pretty pissed when he wakes up. He has…had…every intention of making her his Queen."
"Let’s get out of here then," Jack replied. He turned to Daniel. "Take her to your quarters, let her get some sleep," he said gently.
Daniel nodded, scooped his still sobbing wife into his arms. When he got her into their room, he took her into the bathroom, tenderly undressed her. He stripped his clothes off and stood in the shower with her.
She had recovered enough that she began to scrub her skin…to the extent that Daniel was afraid she was going to peel the top layer right off. He took her scrunchy from her, began to gently wash her. She was washing between her legs, ridding herself of every trace of the Goa’uld.
When she finally let him turn the water off, her skin was red from the rough treatment it had received. Daniel put lotion on her, his hands caressing her, offering comfort.
"I’m sorry," she whispered.
"Babe, you have nothing to be sorry about. He raped you."
"I didn’t have to crawl back in bed beside him," she said flatly.
"You were doing your job." Although it was a job he hadn’t wanted her to do in the first place. For this very reason. Neferteri’s face flashed in front of him, he could see her beneath him as he…He brusquely shoved the image away. Now he knew exactly what Casey had dealt with. At least he had known about this from the beginning, hadn't been told that she no longer loved him; hadn't been forced to see her letting that Goa’uld paw her. Any anger he felt died with those thoughts.
She shook her head. "None of this would have happened if I hadn’t been so damned jealous over that Doria bitch."
He couldn’t help but grin. "Babe, Selmak said that the Tok’ra council had already come up with the plan. You just walked into it for them."
She turned, tried to look in his eyes, couldn’t, and lowered her head. "Can you…can you ever forgive me?"
He moaned softly. He put a finger under her chin and raised her face, looked deep into her green eyes. "Angel, there’s nothing to forgive." He kissed her forehead. "You’re exhausted. Let’s go to bed. Let me hold you while you sleep."
With a tiny cry, she threw her arms around his neck. "I love you, Daniel Jackson."
"I love you, too, Casey Jackson." He carried her to the bed, put her gently under the blankets, crawled in beside her. He pulled her against him, felt her stiffen. This was how it started, he realized. "Come here," he whispered, pulling her so that she was lying on top of him. She snuggled into his arms, and within minutes was asleep. He kept his hand moving gently up and down her back. When she began to moan softly, he tightened his arms around her, pulled her closer, whispered his love to her until she relaxed and slept peacefully again.
She woke with a start, Ba’al’s face haunting her. She tried to move, couldn’t, almost panicked again. Until she looked up into blue eyes so full love that it brought tears to her own. "Please …I have to know…am I…still…do you still want me?"
"Oh, Angel, of course I do! I love you, Casey. Always have. Always will." He looked into her eyes, saw the pain, the fear. Memories of the day she ‘reclaimed’ him flashed through his mind. What she had done had been as important for him as it had been for her. He gently rolled her to her back, kissed her deeply. "Mine, babe. Your lips are mine." He trailed tiny kisses to her throat. "Mine," he said softly. His lips followed a trail over her shoulders. "Mine, only mine." He made love to her breasts, reclaiming them with every kiss, every caress. "These belong to me," he whispered against her skin. He moved down, kissed her, claimed her. When he settled between her thighs, she started crying. "It’s okay babe, you belong to me. No one else can touch you like I can. No one can make you feel the Fire but me...only me." He made love to her, the honey from her sweet well flowing into his eager, waiting mouth.
She wrapped herself around him when he slowly entered her. She sighed as he filled her completely in a way that no other man could. "I belong only to you," she whispered.
"That’s right, babe. You belong to me. Only to me." He could feel her thighs begin to quiver, could hear the whimper in her throat. "Come for me, Angel. Give me what belongs to me," he whispered, remembering her words. She cried out as her orgasm washed over her.
She buried her face against his shoulder as he began to thrust harder, deeper into her. "No one can fill me like you can, no one can touch me, hold me, like you," she whispered. "Love me, Daniel, please, love me," she begged.
He pounded into her, felt her come again, the sensation sending him over the edge into his own orgasm. When he could breath, he rolled them over. "You’re mine, Casey. You give me your fire. Our hearts beat as one, our hearts burn together. You belong to me, and me alone."
"I’m yours," she whispered. She kissed him, pouring her love into him.
They felt the ship shudder around them.
"I think Ba’al is awake," she said with a grimace.
He smiled. "Seems like. Let’s take a quick shower, and get up there and see what’s going on."
A A A A A A
Twenty minutes later they were on the bridge. Jack looked over at them. "No need to be here," he said softly to Daniel.
Daniel shook his head. "She’s okay now."
"We’re being hailed," Jacob said.
Ba’al appeared in front of them, a hologram. He looked at Casey. "You will be my Consort. If you refuse, I will destroy this ship, and then I will destroy the First World."
Casey’s face went pale. "I don’t want to be your consort, thank you very much."
"I am your god. You will obey me," he replied, his eyes flashing.
She looked at him, lowered her head and shook it slightly. When she looked up, there was fire in her eyes. "Listen, cupcake, I’m not interested. I’m already married. Happily thank you very much. You’re no god, just a lousy parasite. Now, if you want to get all pissy about this, we’ll just blow your sorry snake ass out of the sky and be done with it. Which should actually make us pretty popular with the other snakeheads. Isn’t that just a kick in the pants…SG-1 doing something to make Goa’uld happy?"
Jack snorted beside her, trying not to laugh. Jacob was biting his lip. Selmak was cheering her on. Teal'c was smiling, his eyebrow raised every so slightly. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear, and Sam was laughing out loud.
Ba’al was enraged. "You came to me, offered yourself to me. I offer you the universe, yet you refuse me?"
"Cupcake, I was after one thing, and one thing only…information. You were so busy panting over me that you gave Sam the answers to every question she asked." She grinned over at her accomplice. "You proved that you’re nothing more than a man… not even an impressive man…and man with very little self control."
The ship rocked around them.
"Oops. I think I pissed him off," Casey said.
"Casey, weapons. Daniel, Teal'c, get us out of here," Jacob ordered calmly.
Casey ran to the console, activated the targeting computer, waited for the orders.
"Target his weapons, then his engines," Jacob said.
"Weapons and engines, locked," she told him a few seconds later.
"Fire at will," Jacob said.
She obeyed, taking out as many of Ba’al’s weapons with the first salvo as she could. Sam was beside her, targeting the ship itself as Casey fired missiles into the Goa’uld ships engines.
"Let’s get out of here," Jacob said quietly. Teal'c and Daniel responded.
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