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 Family Feud

Ba’al gave a grim smile as his ships surrounded him. "Tell the clone that I will not allow him to betray me in such a manner," he instructed the Jaffa in control of communications.

The Jaffa nodded, then obeyed. He frowned slightly at the message that was returned. "My Lord, a message from the lead ship, the one moving toward Lord Apophis."

"What is this message?" Ba’al asked, trying to rein in his impatience, and his growing fear.

"A ‘gift’ is being sent directly to this ship," the Jaffa replied.

The ship wasn’t so far away that it couldn’t use the ring transport, Ba’al noted. Apparently the clone was about to do something rather clever. And stupid. Does he really believe he can send a bomb to my ship? Does he realize it will never harm me, and will only cause minor damage? "Go and see what this ‘gift’ is," he commanded.

Three Jaffa exchanged nervous glances, then hurried to obey.

Ba’al prepared himself for an explosion. This ship, one of his most prized, had been built with extra shielding on every level…a precaution he had taken as he began to attack the other System Lords at will…knowing that any number of the Goa’uld who served him might be paid by those angry System Lords to destroy him…and his fleet. Unless it was an extremely large explosion, it would do little more than damage the corridor where the ring transport was located.

Five minutes passed, then ten. The Goa’uld frowned. Before he could raise his arm to demand a report from the Jaffa using the armband he wore, the three returned to the pel’tak. Carrying the body of the dead clone…and the symbiote.

He rose slowly to his feet. While the clone’s death had been his intention from the beginning, it had not been in his calculations that Jaffa would kill the poor creature. That was surely what had happened. How dare they? he raged silently.

Oh, no. I will not allow this opportunity to pass. You will be dead within hours, Ba’al. Your plotting and scheming has all been for naught. You are as incapable of victory as any minor Goa’uld is of becoming a legitimate System Lord.

You have lost control, Ba’al. Of your Jaffa. Of your ships. You should have heeded Casey’s warning. The host was laughing loudly now.

He dropped onto his throne. If he sent only half of his ships into battle, he could move his ha’tak to the rear…it was a move each of the System Lords would make to protect themselves. As soon as the battle was raging, he would take his remaining ships and disappear. He searched his memory, trying to recall any and all star systems he’d mapped, or had stolen information about. One came to mind…a small solar system. Few planets, and only three were habitable…why Ra had never seen fit to inspect the area, he didn’t know. But it was to this far-flung system to which he would flee. He would rebuild, and then return and exact his revenge.

"Yes!" he hissed, unaware that he had done so aloud. He never noticed the looks of confusion tossed at him by the Jaffa who surrounded him on the pel’tak. Those Jaffa saw only the determination in his eyes.

Time will tell, the host taunted.

The team followed Aron into the throne room. Long tables were set up, and a variety of fruits, vegetables, and breads covered one of them.

"Please, take whatever you wish," M’zel said, waving a hand toward the table of food.

"Thank you," Daniel replied, his arm around his wife, gently leading her forward.

Plates were filled, chalices of gold encrusted with gems were filled with water, and the allies settled at the empty row of tables to eat.

"You guys should take these and sell them," Jack said, holding up his chalice. "I’m betting you could make a good deal of money with them."

"Indeed," Teal’c nodded. "Those funds could then be used for the goods that each of the free Jaffa villages need."

"Now that we have gained more ships, it will allow us to protect those villages as well," Aron said. "Having the credits to buy what is needed-" He broke off, shaking his head slowly. "For so many years it has been a dream…that of freedom. Of life other than as a slave to the Goa’uld. To see it coming true…it is difficult to believe."

Jack nodded. "For us as well. This was a battle…a war...that we didn’t ask for. But we sure weren’t going to walk away when so many people, including the Jaffa, needed our help. And we sure as hell weren’t going to let those snakes take our home from us."

"The Jaffa rebellion did not begin, not in earnest, until Teal’c had made the choice to turn on Apophis. To trust you as allies," M’zel pointed out. "He is the reason so many of us turned against the false gods to which we were enslaved. His courage to fight against Apophis gave us the courage to do so as well."

"And look how many of you are free today," Casey smiled. "I think the Goa’uld…the System Lords…would pee their pants to know how many Free and Rebel Jaffa there really are."

M’zel laughed loudly. "At the very least."

Aron was chuckling as well. "The Goa’uld are experts at deceiving themselves. They will never admit that there are Rebel Jaffa among those who serve on their ships, or in their palaces. And that self-deception allows us to continue to grow ever stronger."

"Liars. That’s what the lot of them are…liars," Jack agreed. "Too stupid to understand that their lies aren’t convincing anyone but themselves."

"To see so many System Lords fall in death, to see so many worlds freed from Goa’uld enslavement…it is a dream that so few of us dared to hold," M’zel said quietly, "and now, we will see the very end of the Goa’uld Empire."

Aron raised his chalice in salute. "To the great SG-1, who helped bring the Jaffa rebellion into existence."

Daniel held his chalice up as well. "To Teal’c, the Jaffa who dared to dream of freedom, and took the opportunity to reach for it."

"Here, here," Sam said quietly.

Teal’c inclined his head regally, accepting the toast graciously…although his heart pounded in his chest. In those first days...weeks...he had only wanted freedom for himself. For his family. The thought of achieving freedom for all Jaffa was a dream that had continued to form, to grow stronger, with every mission on which he had accompanied his new-found friends. Their determination to maintain their own freedom from the Goa’uld had allowed him to dream of…and reach for…freedom for all Jaffa.

The toasts were acknowledged, and the water tasted as sweet as any wine as those in the room drank to those toasts.

Casey looked around the room, then smiled brightly. "Just think…in a few years, this day will be talked about just like so many other amazing days in history."

"And we’ll be heroes in those stories," Jack quipped, grinning broadly.

"Stories of this day will be told to Jaffa children as they sit at the feet of their mothers and fathers for generations to come. Songs will be written. This day will be remembered and celebrated for as long as there are Jaffa." M’zel smiled at Casey. "Today will be an amazing day. And this amazing day will lead to the end of Jaffa slavery to Goa’uld."

"Soon, according to your Doctor Fraiser, Jaffa will no longer need tretonin to survive," Aron added. "When the young are no longer implanted with prim’ta, there will no longer be a need for the drug."

"That’s good news," Daniel agreed. "And we’ll keep helping to produce tretonin until it’s no longer needed."

"We might even find a way to return your immune systems ‘back on’," Sam said. "That’s something our doctors are working on."

"We are humbled by your willingness to help us," M’zel said.

"Just helping out good folks who need it," Jack replied. "It’s what friends do."

"Indeed," Teal’c nodded. I have learned much about friendship from you, O’Neill, the Jaffa acknowledged silently.

"To friends," M’zel said, raising his chalice.

"To friends," Jack agreed, touching his cup to M’zel’s.

Daniel closed the double-doors that offered privacy for the room he and Casey would be sleeping in. He was still grappling with the thought of Apophis taking his wife…again. Apophis is dead, he told himself firmly. That snake will never touch Casey…never make her suffer.

She watched him for a moment, seeing the unease in his eyes. She could also see him trying to push down that unease…trying to hide it from her. Sitting down on the silk brocade of the bedcover that draped dramatically to the floor, Casey patted the bed beside her. "Have a seat, Stud Muffin."

He couldn’t help but smile as he settled himself beside her.

"Now, tell me what’s wrong."

It was impossible to stop the flinch that moved his shoulders slightly. "What makes you think something is wrong?" he asked, pushing a lock of hair from her face.

Casey rubbed a hand over his shoulder, her way of letting him know she’d seen the reaction to her question. "I can see it in your eyes. Something is bothering you."

"It’s nothing," he insisted.

"Okay. If it’s nothing, tell me about it," she countered.

He dropped his gaze. Those amazing green eyes were seeing far too much…were seeing things he didn’t want her to see…didn’t want her to know about. "It’s nothing," he repeated.

"Daniel, please…don’t shut me out," she said softly, her hand still moving over his shoulder. "If something is bothering you, I want to know about it. I need to know about it. So I can help you."

The concern in her voice, the worry in those heart-stealing green eyes almost had him confessing all. He shook his head mentally. This was his own demon to battle. There wasn’t anything she could do…or say…that could ease the guilt he felt about Sha’re – her capture…his failure to save her…her death. "Nothing for you to worry about."

"You’ve never let me push you away when something was bothering me," Casey said. "Why is it suddenly okay for you to push me away…to hide your feelings from me? Have I done something…said something…that makes you feel as if you can’t talk to me, or trust me? Or maybe I haven’t done something…or said the right thing…to make you feel that way?" Her voice was sad, almost accusatory.

"It’s not like that," he insisted, even as he acknowledged that he didn’t allow her to wallow in her fears and worries, that he did his best to help her deal with whatever was bothering her. "I love you…I trust you."

"Do you?" Her voice was little more than a whisper.

He closed his eyes. He didn’t want her to know. Sure, Danny. Assume she doesn’t already know. She’s a seer. You’ve also told her everything about Sha’re. Everything. You may not have said the words, but she knows. "Just a random thought. It kind of shook me a bit," Daniel admitted, after a moment or two of silence.

"And just what was this random – and obviously upsetting – thought?"

Daniel reached out and took her hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around hers. He needed the comfort of that simple, gentle touch. "When Teal’c was saying that Apophis would take you as his Consort, just to piss off Ba’al…which he totally would have done, and then made me lo’taur, and would have forced me to watch-" he broke off as his breath caught in his throat.

"Oh, goddess," Casey whispered. The images were crystal clear in her mind. "He would have done the same thing with Sha’re, given half the chance."

"I think he was afraid of letting me near her…he was afraid I’d manage to take her from him. I think he was really afraid of me rescuing Sha’re," Daniel said, managing a smile. "Whenever he’d managed to capture us, he’d torment me…talking about Amaunet. Telling me how beautiful she was. How she pleased him. But he never mentioned where she was. Never even offered a clue to where she might have been." He paused for a moment. "I always assumed she remained on Chulak. I finally realized he kept moving her from one place to another. Because he knew I’d never stop looking for her, never give up the hope of saving her."

She considered his words for a moment. Then broke into giggles. "Some ‘god’ he was then," Casey declared. "Afraid a Tau’ri could free his wife from Amaunet!"

Startled at first by her response, Daniel began to grin at what she’d said. "Yeah, imagine that. Ya know, now that I think about it, he did a lot to avoid being around SG-1 whenever he could."

"Coward," Casey said firmly. "Just another snaky coward. Although, in the grand scheme of things, I think Ba’al is a bigger chicken-shit than Apophis."

He laughed out loud. "I’ll agree with that assessment."

Casey wrapped her free hand around the warm fingers that clutched hers. "If being around Apophis is going to bring up bad memories, or be too difficult-"

Daniel shook his head. "No, it won’t be."

"Are you sure?"

He smiled. "I’m sure."

"Good." She glanced around the room, then shyly met his gaze. "I…um…I…"

"Let’s make love," he whispered. The best solution to any problem that plagued him was to hold his Destiny in his arms, and let her sweet, tender love protect him. In her arms, he always found solace.

"Excellent idea." She glanced around again, then rose to her feet. "Don’t move," she said, before dashing across the narrow room to the door in the center of the far wall. She opened that door and peeked inside. "Yes!" she exclaimed.

Amused, Daniel watched as she returned to the bed, already discarding her BDU shirt.

"Nice bathroom. Nice big bathtub. And an equally nice big shower."

And that means, he thought cheerily, a romp in the sheets with my Wife. His heart began to pound with anticipation at the thought that they would be able to do more than just orally pleasure one another. "C’mere, you," he coaxed softly, pulling her close.

"Thank you for confiding in me," she whispered.

"Thank you for being there…for listening," he responded in kind. Nothing more needed to be said. Nor could he have spoken at that moment if he had wanted to…her lips met with his in a sweet kiss. He pulled away long enough to stretch out on the bed. When she followed, his hands moved under the tee-shirt she was wearing.

"Clothes are in the way," she complained in a whisper, just before she began to kiss his throat.

"Agreed. Let’s get rid of them," he suggested.

They moved apart long enough to divest themselves of their uniforms…boots hitting the floor at almost the same time. Socks followed. His BDU shirt was tossed across the room, and somehow managed to land on top of hers. Her tee-shirt met his on top of his boots. Pants were shed, and underwear landed beside them…her hot pink panties all the more colorful against the white of his boxers.

Casey shifted to the center of the bed, then held her arms open. With a sigh of contentment, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he accepted her invitation. "I love you," she whispered.

"Love you, too, Angel," he whispered in return. The kiss that had been interrupted resumed, and he moved his tongue against her lips, waiting for her to gasp and allow him entrance to her mouth. So sweet. The thought was one that passed through his brain every time he made love to her. So damned sweet! He worked the combination that allowed him entrance to her mouth…Open Sesame! the thought bringing a mental chortle…gently moved forward, his tongue stroking hers.

The moment she felt his tongue move against hers, she moaned softly with appreciation. Every kiss was special…every kiss was a declaration of their love…every kiss was a banquet of sensations and tastes that left her entire body shivering with delight. She wrapped her hands around his face, holding him close as he slowly deepened the kiss. When she opened her mouth wider, offering more to him, he once again accepted her invitation. It became more intense…more arousing. He touched her with such tenderness that it brought tears to her eyes. The sensations brought another moan from deep within.

He couldn’t help but grin slightly against her sweet lips. Moaning already, Angel? Apparently his wife was as needy for him as he was for her. What an amazing thought, to know that his Wife loved him…needed him…as much as he loved and needed her. Two halves of the whole, he thought. Destiny. They were in complete sync with one another emotionally…mentally…physically… What a lucky, lucky man I am! Once again he stroked her tongue with his own, thrilled at the shiver he felt in the slender body beneath him.

His kiss was setting fire to the tinder of her love…of her lust. She could feel the heat racing through her body, setting fire to her very core. And he wouldn’t stop until that fire consumed her – he wouldn’t stop until her body was flying among the stars. She slid her arms around his shoulders…tightened them slightly when he began to pull away slightly…preventing him from moving. Just another minute…kiss me for just another minute. She wanted her kisses to set him aflame, as his had done to her. She waited…impatiently…for the moment when she could slip her tongue into his mouth, to offer the same caresses that had set her ablaze. When she felt the shiver that moved his body beneath her fingers…proof that she had succeeded in her attempts to please him, to set fire to his own desires…she smiled mentally.

The touch of her tongue against his…the hesitant movements, which turned into more bold strokes…sent sparks up and down his spine. The ache in his balls intensified. His second attempt to move on met with success; he was certain that she had felt his response to her kiss…the kiss that had him burning for her…no doubt satisfied that she had returned his attention tit for tat. She never took without giving. And she always gave everything she was to him. He shivered again…the warmth of her love wrapping around him like a protective gauntlet against any and all of his worries. Daniel slid down slightly, so that he could decorate her throat and shoulders with kisses. He nibbled at her prominent collar bones; left a nice dark bruise right where her shoulder and throat met…

"Yes," she whispered, moving her head slightly to expose more of her neck to his attention.

He reached up, wrapped his fingers around her slender throat. He could feel her smile against his forehead as he did so. "What?"

"What what?"

"What are you smiling about?" he asked, whispering.

"I’m not going anywhere," she whispered in return. "No need to hold me down."

"That’s not what I’m doing," he declared. "I can feel you completely relax against my hand when I do this."

"Oh."

"Do you know how amazing that is?" Daniel asked, his voice filled with wonder. "It’s just natural reaction to pull away when someone puts their hand on your throat. But you never do."

"Because it’s your touch. I want your touch anywhere…everywhere," Casey sighed.

Her words set his very soul on fire. He moved his fingers against her soft skin…a gentle caress that had her sighing again. "Amazing," he whispered.

"You, Doctor Jackson, are talking too much," she complained lovingly.

He snickered. "Right. Back to business." He lowered his head, and began the journey toward her breasts...felt her hands move from his shoulders to his head…her fingers moving through his hair. He so loved when she did that! Soft kisses led to firm laps of his tongue against her skin. When he had moved slightly again, he flicked his tongue against the nipple that stood proudly from her breast. Like a hard pearl, her nipple remained firm against his tongue as he teased her. Soft. Warm. Firm. Beautiful. Her breasts were sweet and enticing and fit his hands perfectly and god, how they turned him on! When he began to suckle, she moaned once again…a sound of pleasure. The sound went straight to his heart. And his burgeoning shaft.

White hot sensations of pleasure moved from her breasts to her spine…rushing up and down and spreading until her fingers and toes were tingling…stopping long enough to add to the heat that was building between her thighs. She barely held back her giggle as she thought about her Husband’s fascination with her breasts. ‘His beauties’, he called them. He pouted if he wasn’t able to make love to them, even for just a few minutes, in the morning when they awoke. Made numerous attempts to fondle them during the day – sometimes she was certain it was just to see how fast she could back away from those insistent fingers in an effort to prevent him from starting a fire they wouldn’t have time to put out. He couldn’t wait to help her take off her bra every evening. Made love to them every night. Of course, she thought, with what little cognizance was remaining, it made his eventual entry all the more spectacular for both of them. He worked her into such a frenzy that she…and her body…was desperate to feel him deep within her very core.

She was arched off the bed, offering more of her tantalizing breast to his mouth, his hands. Her fingers were clenched in his hair…she was beginning to tug gently as he moved his mouth back and forth from one firm globe to the other. He stopped long enough to put a nice purple bruise in the valley between those beautiful spheres, which had her moaning again, and one slender leg wrapping around his hip. He continued his ministrations until he felt one hand moving. Heading straight for his shoulder, if his suspicions were correct. Yep, she wants me to move on, he chuckled silently, when that hand pressed subtly against him. Instead, he began to suckle with more determination. And almost laughed out loud at her sigh of impatience.

By the time he’d moved to her belly and began teasing her navel, tugging gently on the tiny platinum ring that decorated it, she felt as if her blood was molten lava. The inferno he had started in her body was nearly out of control…she didn’t even realize that she was tossing her head from one side to the other in delicious desperation. With what little awareness she still had, Casey determined she was going to exact her revenge when she was making love to him. Just you wait, buster, she thought with a tiny smile. Before she could determine exactly what moves she would make to drive him out of his mind, he had settled between her thighs, and brought a whimper of absolute delight when he licked her from stem to stern. "Yes," she whispered, her fingers wrapping tighter around the dark blonde locks of his hair.

That’s right, Angel. Let me know you like it. He took a deep breath, pulling the intoxicating perfume of her arousal into his lungs…that sweet vanilla and floral scent flavored with soft musk that he so adored. He savored the beads of honey he found just outside that tantalizing honey pot; noted that the taste of her had his body beginning to make demands. His addiction was very much awakened, he could feel the tremors beginning. Her pleasure always came before his needs…he willed his body to cooperate. He tossed about in his mind for one of the poems he’d learned specifically to drive her crazy. Her enticing womanhood was the parchment, his tongue the stylus as he wrote his love against her skin.

Whatever he was doing with his tongue, he was driving her out of her mind! Gentle licks, firm laps…then suddenly he was teasing her aching clit…then he started the process all over again. It was impossible not to wiggle as he tormented her…made love to her…pleasured her. When his hands wrapped around her thighs, she realized it was because she was unable to remain still. All your fault, she thought breathlessly.

She was writhing beneath him…proof that his attention was moving her toward her climax. He watched carefully. There! Her tongue was toying with her bottom lip. She was so close…he slid two fingers into her warm, wet well and began stroking gently, the immediate movement of her hips alerting him to the fact that she was almost there. He found her rhythm…her hips moving her womanhood up and down against his face. He closed his eyes, concentrated on teasing that hard little button at the top of her folds…added a third finger as he continued to stroke deep and hard…listened with satisfaction as she began to sing her dulcet song of love to him. He took everything she offered, the sweet nectar she created just for him sending his own body into flight.

"Daniel!"

Heart racing with glee, he slowed his ministrations, then gently moved away from her as her body sank back down onto the bed. "Good?"

"Amazing," she replied, reaching for him. He began to kiss his way up her body, and as always spent several minutes on her still very sensitive breasts. She poured all of her love into her kiss when his lips once again captured hers. She pulled away slowly…gently. "Your turn to fly," she whispered.

With a smile…and a slight shiver of anticipation, Daniel made himself comfortable beside her. He watched as she rose up, leaning on one arm, her free hand moving over his chest. He had just enough time to see the gleam in her eyes before she leaned over and began to tease his nipple. A gasp of surprise filled the air as waves of pleasure moved from his chest to his spine to his rigid manhood. He reached over and pushed the hair that had fallen in front of her face back over her shoulder…so he could watch as she made love to him.

Before Daniel, she’d had no idea that a man could find as much enjoyment from having his nipples toyed with as a woman. And she most definitely derived joy from offering her Husband as much pleasure as he always gave her. She shifted slightly, to be able to pay attention to the twin disk on his chest. What would he do if she decided to leave a nice, dark bruise between his pectoral muscles? Now, she decided, is the time to find out.

When Casey glanced up at him, Daniel knew that his Wife was up to something…and that something was going to blow his mind. He sucked in a breath when she began to lick and nibble at his chest. When she began to leave her mark on him, he didn’t know whether to laugh or moan. His body made the decision for him…his pulse raced, the sensations her mouth was creating were moving like bolts of lightening from his chest straight into his straining cock and aching balls. "Oh, god," he groaned, as fingers of heat continued to move through him.

She pulled away to examine her efforts, satisfied that the bruise would remain for at least an hour or so. With another smile, she settled herself between his outstretched legs. Resting her fanny on her feet, she leaned forward to lick the throbbing shaft that rose so gloriously in front of her.

"That’s it," he murmured, winding his fingers through her hair.

There was no way for her to know…not without asking, anyway…if he was aware that he was already massaging her scalp as she began to move her tongue over and around the taut, warm flesh of his manhood. She smiled against his skin when he shifted slightly, trying to force her to take him fully into her mouth. As a result of his attempts, she leaned further to offer her attention to his hips…leaving a trail of kisses from one hip to the other, taking time to run the fingers of one hand through the wiry curls that surrounded his shaft…the fingers of the other hand toying his heavy balls.

No doubt about it, she was going to do her best to kill him, he thought, almost frantically. He was aching to come…to feel the amazing sensations of sending his essence down her slender throat. She was stroking him, gently, slowly…watching him. That ache was becoming an urgent need. No doubt about it, she was going to make him suffer first. She’d take him to the top of that mountain, and then hold him there, denying him flight until he was nearly dead from that need.

She watched his eyes, noted that he was looking just a bit frustrated. Which had her grinning at him. She licked the ridge of that mushroomed head once…twice…three times…listened as he groaned in sheer desperation. Felt his entire body jerk in response as she took as much of him as she could, as quickly as she could.

"Sweet Jesus!" The way she’d sucked him down, he was certain she was going to take all of him, and then some! Before he could fully comprehend that her mouth had fully enveloped him, she had set up a rhythm that had his entire body rocking in concert with her movements.

She almost smiled at how eagerly his hips met her as she moved down…taking as much of him into her mouth as possible. Up…swirl her tongue around that mushroomed ridge…move slowly back down as far as she could…her hands working that part of him she could never accommodate orally…then back up sucking as hard as possible... Repeat as necessary, she giggled mentally.

Making love to his wife always had him on the verge of orgasm…and having her between his legs, offering one of her mind-altering blow-jobs was enough to have him panting and on the very edge. She had the most amazing tongue it had ever been his pleasure to experience, and between that talented tongue and her mouth and those soft little hands, he was about to blow.

The fingers of one hand continued to stroke his scrotum as the other hand worked in concert with her mouth. When she felt his sac tighten, she knew he was close. She let him fall from her mouth, her hand still moving. "Let go, Daniel. Give me what’s mine."

Her whisper burned across his brain, and when she sucked him to the back of her throat and began to swallow, he obeyed…crying out her name as he emptied himself. He hadn’t even realized how far from the bed he’d managed to arch, supported by his shoulders and his heels, until he dropped back down, completely satisfied.

Casey kissed her way up his chest, then pressed her lips against his, waiting until he’d worked the combination that always made her gasp. And, as always, when she did so, he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Not a trace of himself anywhere, he thought amusedly. When she sucked his balls dry, she never wasted a drop.

She settled against his chest, her head on his shoulder. Felt his hands begin to move up and down her back. "I’ll bet this is the first time this room has ever witnessed love…real love…not just sex, or worse…rape."

He started slightly at the comment, then looked around. "You’re probably right."

"It’s so sad – all of those women…so abused and mistreated – and the Jaffa on this ship understood what they were enduring."

"Not that the Jaffa could do much about the situation," Daniel reminded his Wife.

"I guess so. Teal’c did what he could to sneak slaves back through the ‘gate whenever he was able to do so. But…" Her voice trailed off, and she sighed. "Today, we might actually do enough damage to the Goa’uld that we can demand that they release all of their slaves."

Daniel sighed as well. "Don’t hold your breath, Angel. They’ll keep as many slaves as possible…just because they can."

"I supposed the damned snakes would starve to death without someone to feed them," Casey admitted. "Not that I have a problem with that. Well, it would be nice if we could save the hosts, but I’m not going to hold my breath on that, either."

"Too many of the hosts are little more than shadows of themselves now."

"Also something that makes me angry." Casey sat up, her body pressing down on his. "I guess we just have to take what victories we can, when we can."

"That’s all we can do," Daniel replied. "If we can destroy the Goa’uld Empire, none of the System Lords will be strong enough to rebuild…especially if the others want to make certain they don’t. Minor Goa’uld are going to be even more hard pressed to find a means of elevating themselves. If they can’t find a position with the remaining ‘System Lords’, they’re going to find life very difficult."

"I’d like to see every damned one of them dead. Or incapacitated to the point they can never hurt anyone again." She smiled. "Just knowing that they’ll be hiding on a planet somewhere, afraid to stick their heads up because they know we’ll whack it off, is going to make everything we’ve gone through worth the pain."

He grinned. "I agree."

She began to slowly move her hips back and forth, could feel the stirring of his member against the sensitive flesh of her womanhood. "Why, Doctor Jackson, I do believe you’re almost ready for another round of lovin’."

"I do believe you’re right, Mrs. Jackson," he teased, pushing his hips up against her. Immediately that familiar ache in his groin began to grow.

He was still wearing his watch, and she grabbed his arm to check it. "We should probably get busy…if we’re going to get any rest before we meet up with Bra’tac and Pedram."

Daniel wrapped his arms around her, one around her shoulders, the other around her hips, and rolled them over, putting her on her back beneath him. Once they had adjusted themselves into a comfortable position, he slowly pushed his now very rigid erection against her. "Ready?" he asked in a whisper.

"Oh, yes," she whispered in return. Her hips met his, and she sighed when she felt him slide into her waiting body. "So good," she said softly.

"So good," he agreed. He moved slowly, even knowing that they would get little, if any sleep. Making love was never to be rushed. They would take their time to give to one another, making certain that the pleasure they shared was as deep and precious as always.

The dance of love began, and she met him step for step. They would climb to the highest heavens, and find that garden of pure pleasure that had been created just for them, and the entity they became when they were joined as one.

She was wrapped around him holding him tightly, and her whispers of love filled his ears…his mind…his heart…his soul. He responded in kind…putting all of his love into his actions as his body moved, and his words as he whispered his love and devotion into her ear.

Their love was slow…gentle…tender. Both knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before their bodies were demanding greedily from one another, as they determinedly took one another to the stars…and beyond.

She was tingling in all the right places…her heart was hammering her love against her ribs…her pulse racing with expectation. When he began to move harder…faster…she met him with equal force and need. Her hands slid from his shoulders to his hips…she grabbed his ass and began to grind against him as her desire began to burn within her.

"That’s it, babe…take it," he panted, pushing deeper as she continued to ride him.

"Now…hard…fast," she begged breathlessly.

He rose up on outstretched arms and the balls of his feet…pounding into her like a man possessed…answering her pleas as well as the demands of his own body. Her song of love was echoing around him when he cried out her name, his hips jerking with every pulse of his member as it filled her quivering well.

As much as she wanted to hold him…for just a few minutes, Casey knew that they had less than two hours. They had to take a shower…there was no way she’d go anywhere near the Jaffa and their enhanced sense of smell with the scent of their lovemaking on her skin. She wasn’t ashamed of what they did…she just didn’t want everyone to know what they did, or when they did it.

"Let’s get showered," Daniel said, his thoughts mirroring those of his Wife. He knew that her sweet scent was more…intense…when they made love. And he wasn’t of the mind to share that secret with anyone. And a shower was the only way to prevent the Jaffa from knowing.

Twenty minutes later, showered and in clean underclothes, they fell asleep holding one another tightly.

He was certain he’d just closed his eyes. But apparently whoever was tapping on the closed door didn’t know…or care…about that fact. "What?" Daniel called out, rather testily.

"Rise and shine, you two," Jack’s voice replied. "We’re getting ready to ring over to Bra’tac’s ship and meet up with Pedram."

"Right," Daniel replied, muttering slightly under his breath about best friends and their lousy timing. "Give us five minutes to get dressed."

"Should have stayed dressed," Jack’s voice taunted.

"Bite me, Jack," Daniel retorted. He ignored the laughter he was certain he’d heard.

Casey rubbed a hand over her eyes. "So much for getting a nap."

"We were asleep for just over an hour," Daniel said, glancing at his watch. "Let’s go, Casey. We have a war to fight."

"Sort of," Casey countered. "We actually get to sit back and watch the other snakes attacking each other. Should be damned entertaining."

He couldn’t help but laugh. "Should be."

Not quite five minutes later the two joined their teammates. M’zel and Aron were also waiting for them.

Casey blushed slightly, knowing that the Jaffa were probably just as aware of the fact that she and Daniel had taken the time to make love as their teammates.

"It seems that the Rebel Jaffa on Ba’al’s ships, both the real Goa’uld and the clone, have taken a total of fifteen of those ships. Even now, they wait beside those of Bra’tac, and the Tok’ra Vanshu," M’zel reported.

"Sweet!" Jack exclaimed. "No doubt the snakes are trying to figure out just how many of Apophis’ Jaffa have ‘returned’ to him."

"That will certainly make them all the more afraid of him," Sam mused. "They know that if Apophis has returned, he’s going to exact revenge on all those who took what belonged to him."

"Having captured SG-1 almost as soon as he returned will also cause fear in the hearts of the System Lords," Teal’c nodded. "He will seem all the more powerful."

"To return, and have such a fleet available to him immediately will make all of the System Lords hesitate to move against him," Aron added. "No doubt they are even now worried that Jaffa once in service to Apophis – some of whom are no doubt among the ranks of their own warriors – are on the verge of deserting them as well. None of them control fleets large enough to withstand such defection."

"Let’s hope they don’t hesitate to take out Ba’al. We need them to knock each other down a few pegs," Jack said.

"They will do so," M’zel predicted. "In their minds, Ba’al is the reason for the state the Empire is in. His actions have been those of a Goa’uld who has no respect for the rules of the Empire. The others will not tolerate that, especially as he has taken much from each of them."

"It is rumored that Amaterasu is most eager to kill Ba’al. He attacked her in her own temple," Adal added. "Witnesses say that he used his ribbon device against her."

"Whoa…that can’t make any of the snakes happy," Jack replied. "If he attacked her like that, he’ll do the same to any and all of them."

"Indeed," Teal’c agreed.

"Come, Master Bra’tac awaits our arrival." M’zel led the team into the corridor, and toward the ring transport.

In just a matter of minutes, SG-1 would be playing the part of subjugated prisoners. They each prepared themselves for the hours ahead. There was no doubt in any of their minds that it would be anything but easy.

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