Prometheus Rebound 2/2
Author: KellethMetheus
Rating: Teens
Spoilers: Prometheus Unbound SG-1 S 812
Category: Angst and Missing Scene
Summary: Daniel's and Vala's thoughts after she left the Prometheus.
Disclaimer: Not mine and I'll put them back eventually and hopefully happier!!
Beta: Thanks to Spacegypsy1 for betaing this one for me.
I stand at the Alkesh's controls knowing I've gotten away clean. For just a moment it feels good and I rejoice. I can still make good on my deal with Tenat, a little late and I may even be able to still get paid and not loose my life; I'll just have to explain about Daniel and his high minded ideals.
I feel a sharp pain at the thought of him, Daniel Jackson, a man who stands for everything I have given up or had ripped out of me. The man just screams home and hearth, everything that Qetesh stole from me the day she chose me as her host.
A old ache replaces the new as I remember that day. It was so hot, the sun beat down on the square. Qetesh strutted out of her ship, looking over the crowd, her harsh Goa'uld voice spoke telling us she needed a new vessel, her current one was damaged. All woman between the ages of nineteen and thirty were to step forward and present themselves.
I looked around hoping that I could escape, to make a run for it, it was what I did best, but hands caught me and pushed me forward and into the line with the others, they would not let me escape this time.
Qetesh walked down the line considering each of us. Quickly she dismissed the pregnant women leaving about half of us. Then on her second pass she stopped in front of me, lifting my chin to study my eyes. I gaze back defiant and that was my mistake. It felt as though she looked into my soul and then she spoke. "This one."
Before I could run or do anything, two enormous Jaffa grabbed me and dragged me into the huge ornate temple. I was forced to bathe and to be purified before being brought before Qetesh. A priestess caught the Goa'uld as it climbed from the old host. The woman immediately collapsed, withering in pain for a few moments before she died screaming.
Next I was laid on the altar. I tried to fight to make a last bid for freedom, but the same two burly Jaffa hold me down and I realize that it's futile. My head was turned to the side and the back of my neck exposed. There was a flash of pain and I closed my eyes against it, but when they open I found myself trapped in my body unable to escape.
For the next few years I saw myself doing horrible autocracies. My body, controlled by Qetesh, hurts those I know and love because she knows it causes me pain. I'm tortured inside my own body.
Shaking off the memories, I look down at my hands, there is no way a man like Daniel Jackson could care for me, I'm stained with too much blood, even before Qetesh my life was not always on the right side of the law. I was a thief and a liar before and once more when I was freed. I did try for a while but with no where to go, I fell back into my old ways. There was never another path that I could take, my father had made sure of that long ago, no one who knows us trusts a Mal Doran and neither would Daniel, but I can't stop myself from looking back and wondering if I should have stayed. I force myself to look forward, it's too late now; I've made my choice... or have ?
Then a new idea occurs to me, maybe I can have a second chance. Daniel loves things ancient and interesting. I know of some people who own artifacts that might stir the excitement of a man like him. I can't stop the smile that crosses my face. Now I only have to get my hands on them.