Possession - Part 1
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brainofckTitle: Possession, Part 1 (of 4?)
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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Goa'uld/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SG-1's luck finally runs out. The ultimate mission failure. A month of possession.
Content/warnings: Stargate. Yes. "Stargate" is a warning. *snickers* Also, non-con. Also, presumes familiarity with the Stargate SG-1 universe.
Spoilers: It's almost impossible to write canon without a few spoilers. Very minor.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
Blame: Blame on this one allllllllll goes tococoajava for poking the Stargate part of my brain with a huge pointy stick.
For my loyal![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rugbytacklers, I have done a Stargate crash course located here.
The mission had gone from bad to worse. Looking back over the last thirty-six hours or so, it seemed clear that this had been an ambush from the beginning. How did they fall for it so easily?
Their attackers took Teal'c down with a ZAT immediately. Daniel could only guess they'd gotten him the same way, because he lost some time and resurfaced to a nightmare. Teal'c and Sam, and himself he realized when he tried to move, thoroughly trussed up and ignored. Jack was still fighting hard, but there was obviously no point. Half a dozen Jaffa were closing in on him. Two of them finally jumped him, and he went down.
The other Jaffa suddenly snapped to attention. Daniel twisted enough to see that a very elderly man had entered the cargo bay, assisted by a Jaffa, as well as another human. That was odd, for a goa'uld to send two human servants to deal with intruders. Daniel couldn't think of a time when they had ever encountered human attendants of a goa'uld outside the goa'uld's most secure sanctuaries.
Then the old man's eyes fell on him, and Daniel realized he'd made a mistake.
The eyes glowed gold.
But that couldn't be right. He'd never met a goa'uld in a host this ancient.
The goa'uld was standing over Jack now.
"Thank you for coming. I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to wait for you."
Not the voice of the goa'uld. The voice of the host. Jack's reply sounded completely obscene, even muffled by whatever the Jaffa had used to gag him. Daniel struggled to see what was happening, but the angle was wrong and too many people were in the way.
Suddenly, Sam and Teal'c, both much closer, were struggling and shouting again, Teal'c bellowing something in his native tongue about death and revenge - Daniel couldn't catch it all. Sam was just shouting frantically.
"Sir! No! Don't let him! Stop! You can't do this! No!"
Then Daniel realized. The goa'uld was kneeling over his prisoner. Daniel gritted his teeth. He couldn't see anything, but in his mind he envisioned the brush of mouths and imagined the hideous slither, and the pain of the beast gnawing the soft tissue at the back of the throat.
He knew it was over when the Jaffa who had crowded over Jack stood back and stepped away. The old man collapsed onto the floor. The Jaffa who had escorted him, the goa'uld's First Prime, Daniel could see now, lifted the body carefully and walked away.
Jack. No. Not Jack. The goa'uld lay motionless on the floor.
Civilized dinner with his captor. How TV melodrama. The smell of the food made Daniel queasy.
The Jaffa that had retrieved him from their cell were impeccably well-mannered, but he'd known Teal'c long enough to recognize that smirk when he saw it. Smirking Jaffa could hardly be a good sign.
And dinner was perfect. Every dish one of his favorites, prepared exactly how he liked it, right down to the lime in his ice water. Which could only mean that Jack had planned this meal. Which was enough to put him completely off it.
The goa'uld was just staring at him across the table, looking concerned and confused as Daniel finally gave up on eating and lay his fork back down on the napkin.
It was unsettling to be watched so intently by Jack, of all people. Knowing it was the goa'uld watching him was just creepy.
"I've never seen a host that old before," Daniel commented. Even small talk at a dinner party was better than this strange staring contest.
"Of course you have. Jack remembers Salmac's host."
Daniel did not like that. The idea that the goa'uld was going to freely share every one of Jack's passing thoughts. It was going to make the possibility of finding some way out of this situation that much more remote.
"That was among the Tok'ra," Daniel replied. "I wasn't under the impression a system lord would keep a host that had a wrinkle or a grey hair."
"Ah. But you see, I agree with the Tok'ra, about the rewards of a true symbiotic relationship with the host. And they're right about the sarcophagus, too. I left mine behind the same day I blended with my first chosen, willing host, and I've never regretted it. So my hosts age in good health, and at the end of their natural lives, every four hundred years or so, I find a new human who wants to join with me. It's not difficult, when you are a benevolent god surrounded by devoted followers."
"Yet you took this host against his will. Colonel Jack O'Neill of the Tauri was too tempting to resist?" The goa'uld still wore Jack's SGC uniform. Daniel definitely felt ill.
"Slayer of system lords and destroyer of Jaffa armies..." The goa'uld's smile was broad and smug. Jack's smile, when he was really in the mood for a good gloat.
"You seem very pleased."
"I am. Because it's not just O'Neill. It's all three of the Tauri. And the shol'vah. I have enemies on all sides and scores to settle. Colonel O'Neill seems like the perfect ally to help me tip the balance."
"Enemies?" Daniel asked.
"My fellow goa'uld have never been comfortable with the fact that I blend with my host, rather than crush him. They see it as a perversion. The idea of sharing disgusts them as much as the idea of being a host repulses you. It's one of the reasons they hate the Tok'ra so much. I have particular difficulty with them, and I'm ready to eliminate some of my most frustrating rivals. That's why I brought you here. I chose my newest host very carefully."
"You do realize that Jack won't help you," Daniel said. "He won't be your ally after you've done this to him, no matter who your enemies might be. You're not going to find blending with him very productive."
The goa'uld shrugged and gave him Jack's most apologetic smile.
"Not interested in the trials, tribulations and aspirations of a 'snakehead?' Jack is having the same reaction. You really are two sides of one coin, aren't you?"
"We've been friends a long time," Daniel said noncommittally.
"I am not a Tok'ra. I'm not interested in giving up my advantages as a goa'uld. I like to be a god to my people. I like wealth and power and command."
"But in one respect, I'm in complete agreement with them. There's so much to be learned and gained from blending. So many new joys to be discovered by becoming one with another spirit – another intelligent mind. I believe my success has come directly from my relationships with my hosts. And I expect Jack O'Neill will be no exception." He smiled, that smug Jack grin again. "Slayer of System Lords, after all…"
That was really more that Daniel could accept. He shoved his chair back and stood abruptly, leaning over the table so that he was face-to-face, eye-to-eye with the goa'uld.
"I'm sure you'll have a very interesting time blending with Jack," he hissed, letting go his reserve, not trying to restrain the anger and grief any longer. He spun on his heel, intending to stalk across the room - demand to be taken back to his cell.
And he couldn't do it.
"You can't bring yourself leave him alone, can you?" Jack murmured. God, no. Not Jack. The goa'uld, stealing Jack's voice.
The goa'uld stood in front of him now. He reached out and tilted Daniel's chin up. And kissed him.
Daniel leapt back in surprise, but the goa'uld followed him. Caught him in a super-human grip there was no point in fighting. Daniel went limp instead, so that the goa'uld took his whole weight, then with a couple of hard kicks and a good shove, Daniel toppled him over. But with the goa'uld pinned and winded beneath him, he looked into Jack's face and hesitated just a little too long, and lost his small advantage.
Daniel's world spun for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, and he was staring up at the monster.
"I expect that Jack and I will be able to come to terms. He's angry with me at the moment. He feels that I have taken everything from him."
"But there are certain things he can have now that he never dared to consider before."
"Do you know what he's thinking right now, in spite of everything, with you there, angry and helpless?"
Daniel looked away.
"He's wondering what you taste like."
Possession, Part 2
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Goa'uld/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SG-1's luck finally runs out. The ultimate mission failure. A month of possession.
Content/warnings: Stargate. Yes. "Stargate" is a warning. *snickers* Also, non-con. Also, presumes familiarity with the Stargate SG-1 universe.
Spoilers: It's almost impossible to write canon without a few spoilers. Very minor.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckBlame: Blame on this one allllllllll goes to
cocoajava for poking the Stargate part of my brain with a huge pointy stick. For my loyal
rugbytacklers, I have done a Stargate crash course located here.The mission had gone from bad to worse. Looking back over the last thirty-six hours or so, it seemed clear that this had been an ambush from the beginning. How did they fall for it so easily?
Their attackers took Teal'c down with a ZAT immediately. Daniel could only guess they'd gotten him the same way, because he lost some time and resurfaced to a nightmare. Teal'c and Sam, and himself he realized when he tried to move, thoroughly trussed up and ignored. Jack was still fighting hard, but there was obviously no point. Half a dozen Jaffa were closing in on him. Two of them finally jumped him, and he went down.
The other Jaffa suddenly snapped to attention. Daniel twisted enough to see that a very elderly man had entered the cargo bay, assisted by a Jaffa, as well as another human. That was odd, for a goa'uld to send two human servants to deal with intruders. Daniel couldn't think of a time when they had ever encountered human attendants of a goa'uld outside the goa'uld's most secure sanctuaries.
Then the old man's eyes fell on him, and Daniel realized he'd made a mistake.
The eyes glowed gold.
But that couldn't be right. He'd never met a goa'uld in a host this ancient.
The goa'uld was standing over Jack now.
"Thank you for coming. I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to wait for you."
Not the voice of the goa'uld. The voice of the host. Jack's reply sounded completely obscene, even muffled by whatever the Jaffa had used to gag him. Daniel struggled to see what was happening, but the angle was wrong and too many people were in the way.
Suddenly, Sam and Teal'c, both much closer, were struggling and shouting again, Teal'c bellowing something in his native tongue about death and revenge - Daniel couldn't catch it all. Sam was just shouting frantically.
"Sir! No! Don't let him! Stop! You can't do this! No!"
Then Daniel realized. The goa'uld was kneeling over his prisoner. Daniel gritted his teeth. He couldn't see anything, but in his mind he envisioned the brush of mouths and imagined the hideous slither, and the pain of the beast gnawing the soft tissue at the back of the throat.
He knew it was over when the Jaffa who had crowded over Jack stood back and stepped away. The old man collapsed onto the floor. The Jaffa who had escorted him, the goa'uld's First Prime, Daniel could see now, lifted the body carefully and walked away.
Jack. No. Not Jack. The goa'uld lay motionless on the floor.
Civilized dinner with his captor. How TV melodrama. The smell of the food made Daniel queasy.
The Jaffa that had retrieved him from their cell were impeccably well-mannered, but he'd known Teal'c long enough to recognize that smirk when he saw it. Smirking Jaffa could hardly be a good sign.
And dinner was perfect. Every dish one of his favorites, prepared exactly how he liked it, right down to the lime in his ice water. Which could only mean that Jack had planned this meal. Which was enough to put him completely off it.
The goa'uld was just staring at him across the table, looking concerned and confused as Daniel finally gave up on eating and lay his fork back down on the napkin.
It was unsettling to be watched so intently by Jack, of all people. Knowing it was the goa'uld watching him was just creepy.
"I've never seen a host that old before," Daniel commented. Even small talk at a dinner party was better than this strange staring contest.
"Of course you have. Jack remembers Salmac's host."
Daniel did not like that. The idea that the goa'uld was going to freely share every one of Jack's passing thoughts. It was going to make the possibility of finding some way out of this situation that much more remote.
"That was among the Tok'ra," Daniel replied. "I wasn't under the impression a system lord would keep a host that had a wrinkle or a grey hair."
"Ah. But you see, I agree with the Tok'ra, about the rewards of a true symbiotic relationship with the host. And they're right about the sarcophagus, too. I left mine behind the same day I blended with my first chosen, willing host, and I've never regretted it. So my hosts age in good health, and at the end of their natural lives, every four hundred years or so, I find a new human who wants to join with me. It's not difficult, when you are a benevolent god surrounded by devoted followers."
"Yet you took this host against his will. Colonel Jack O'Neill of the Tauri was too tempting to resist?" The goa'uld still wore Jack's SGC uniform. Daniel definitely felt ill.
"Slayer of system lords and destroyer of Jaffa armies..." The goa'uld's smile was broad and smug. Jack's smile, when he was really in the mood for a good gloat.
"You seem very pleased."
"I am. Because it's not just O'Neill. It's all three of the Tauri. And the shol'vah. I have enemies on all sides and scores to settle. Colonel O'Neill seems like the perfect ally to help me tip the balance."
"Enemies?" Daniel asked.
"My fellow goa'uld have never been comfortable with the fact that I blend with my host, rather than crush him. They see it as a perversion. The idea of sharing disgusts them as much as the idea of being a host repulses you. It's one of the reasons they hate the Tok'ra so much. I have particular difficulty with them, and I'm ready to eliminate some of my most frustrating rivals. That's why I brought you here. I chose my newest host very carefully."
"You do realize that Jack won't help you," Daniel said. "He won't be your ally after you've done this to him, no matter who your enemies might be. You're not going to find blending with him very productive."
The goa'uld shrugged and gave him Jack's most apologetic smile.
"Not interested in the trials, tribulations and aspirations of a 'snakehead?' Jack is having the same reaction. You really are two sides of one coin, aren't you?"
"We've been friends a long time," Daniel said noncommittally.
"I am not a Tok'ra. I'm not interested in giving up my advantages as a goa'uld. I like to be a god to my people. I like wealth and power and command."
"But in one respect, I'm in complete agreement with them. There's so much to be learned and gained from blending. So many new joys to be discovered by becoming one with another spirit – another intelligent mind. I believe my success has come directly from my relationships with my hosts. And I expect Jack O'Neill will be no exception." He smiled, that smug Jack grin again. "Slayer of System Lords, after all…"
That was really more that Daniel could accept. He shoved his chair back and stood abruptly, leaning over the table so that he was face-to-face, eye-to-eye with the goa'uld.
"I'm sure you'll have a very interesting time blending with Jack," he hissed, letting go his reserve, not trying to restrain the anger and grief any longer. He spun on his heel, intending to stalk across the room - demand to be taken back to his cell.
And he couldn't do it.
"You can't bring yourself leave him alone, can you?" Jack murmured. God, no. Not Jack. The goa'uld, stealing Jack's voice.
The goa'uld stood in front of him now. He reached out and tilted Daniel's chin up. And kissed him.
Daniel leapt back in surprise, but the goa'uld followed him. Caught him in a super-human grip there was no point in fighting. Daniel went limp instead, so that the goa'uld took his whole weight, then with a couple of hard kicks and a good shove, Daniel toppled him over. But with the goa'uld pinned and winded beneath him, he looked into Jack's face and hesitated just a little too long, and lost his small advantage.
Daniel's world spun for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, and he was staring up at the monster.
"I expect that Jack and I will be able to come to terms. He's angry with me at the moment. He feels that I have taken everything from him."
"But there are certain things he can have now that he never dared to consider before."
"Do you know what he's thinking right now, in spite of everything, with you there, angry and helpless?"
Daniel looked away.
"He's wondering what you taste like."
Possession, Part 2
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2005-07-09 05:41 am (UTC)Anyway, I doubt very much that Daniel (or Jack for that matter) is just going to throw his hands in the air and spend the rest of his life whining about the injustice of life. I have full confidence that you'll give us a real story, with a plot, and protagonists who protag and solve their problems. Not angst at all. :D
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Not angst, but what?
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Date: 2005-07-08 06:25 pm (UTC)Hurry up!
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Date: 2005-07-08 06:46 pm (UTC)*more evil laughter*
Date: 2005-07-10 01:35 pm (UTC)More!!
Date: 2005-07-09 08:43 pm (UTC)Emma
Re: More!!
Date: 2005-07-09 08:50 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/brainofck/61048.html
Probably will get through it tomorrow.
Heh. Meanwhile, there's loads of SB/VM, including gladiator!fic, yoga!fic, and creative use of yogurt. :p
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Date: 2005-07-10 05:35 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-07-14 06:20 pm (UTC)::shivers::
Hot. Damn.
::runs off to read more::