TITLE: Surprise! Reviews
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SUMMARY: Answer to the
2008 challenge: A dig in UK uncovers a
stasis-jar, containing a Tok'ra queen-symbiote. One of the female members of the
expedition becomes her host. The archaeological team does not know about the
Stargate-project. They are surprised to find strange objects, some of which
seems Egyptian in origin. They contact Daniel Jackson since they know of his
interest in 'cross-cultural pollination'.
CHARACTERS: Daniel, Mitchell, Vala, Teal'c, Jack, Malek, Anise/Freya, OCs,
SPOILERS: Takes place after "The
Ark of Truth", sometime during the middle of SGA season 5.
AUTHORS NOTES: * denotes thoughts or symbiote/host communication.
Daniel had just returned from a mission to
P3X-742. SG-2 and SG-7 had been helping the locals get back on their feet after
the Ori forces had left. When some ancient ruins had been found, Daniel had been
sent to investigate. He had ended up staying almost 3 weeks, going through the
ruins and deciphering many of the inscriptions. Now he was finally home again.
Unlocking the door to his apartment, he scooped
up the small pile of mail that had accumulated during his absence. He threw it
on the sofa table, intending to look at it while eating the pizza he had picked
up on the way home.
A little later he tiredly sat down on the sofa,
munching on a slice of pizza. He started going through the mail. Most were bills
or junk mail, but then he saw the big brown envelope. He hefted it slowly - it
felt as if it contained documents, or perhaps photos. Looking at the sender he
immediately recognized the name. Jeremy Jameson. They had been friends - but
that was years ago. Like so many others he had not believed Daniel's theories
about the pyramids and the connections between various cultures. Eventually they
had become estranged.
The envelope was postmarked in the United
Kingdom. Idly wondering what Jeremy was doing there and why he was sending
something, he opened the envelope and poured out the contents on the table. Lots
of pictures, as he had surmised. Grabbing another slice of pizza, Daniel began
reading the accompanying letter.
You are probably wondering why I am contacting
you now, after all these years. I believe the pictures will interest you, and
perhaps explain why I am writing you. They show some of the artifacts we have
found in a sealed room north-west of Hastings Castle, in southern Britain. The
layer, as well as other findings in the dig are consistent with the late 12th
century England. Carbon dating of clothing found in the sealed room fits the
time period as well. The artifacts do not. Take a look and contact me as soon as
possible. One note of caution if you should chose to come here - Professor
Richard Johnson is in charge!
Putting down the letter, Daniel picked up the
pile of photos. The first one showed the room itself. Then followed pictures of
various artifacts. He had only looked at the first few when he reached for his
phone with an alarmed look on his face.
Later that evening, at an emergency meeting at
Vala, Mitchell, Daniel, Teal'c, Landry, and the
leader of the newly formed British team, Captain Adams, were seated around the
table in the briefing room. Daniel handed them each a folder with copies of the
pictures he had received.
"Doctor Jackson, would you explain why this
meeting has been called at such a late hour?" Landry said.
"Yes." Daniel took the folder in front of him
and opened it. "The pictures you have been given were sent to me by...an old
friend...Jeremy Jameson. He is currently part of a dig in southern Britain, near
Hastings. Everything they have found dates to around the late 12th century,
including - as far as they can tell - the artifacts in these pictures." He
picked one of them up. "However if you take a look at them you will see they are
somewhat out of place..."
"They are of Goa'uld origin." Teal'c stated,
after looking at a couple of the photos.
"No kidding, muscles! This is a hand device!"
Vala waved one of the pictures in the air.
Daniel nodded. "Yes, as strange as it sounds, we
have Goa'uld artifacts in southern Britain..." he shuffled through the photos.
"While that is unsettling,
what warranted immediate action..." he held the image up for them all to see. It
was a canopic jar - or more likely, a stasis
"Is that thing...um...inhabited?...and if so, by
whom?" Mitchell wondered.
"Probably - as for who is in it? No idea. If
there is writing - which is likely - then it is on the other side. As you can
see, there is no obvious text or other identifying markings on this
"Terrific." Mitchell grimaced. "I assume we'll
be sent there to pick it up?"
"Exactly. You leave in an hour - the British
already have special forces there, but they want some experts sent in...you will
accompany Captain Adams." Landry said.
Vala moaned. "But at
hour? I need my beauty sleep..."
"You'll have to get that on the plane - you're
"The problem is...the envelope with the photos
arrived almost 3 weeks ago, but since I was on P3X-742...well, I didn't see it
until this evening...and who knows what has happened to the stuff during that
"So we're leaving immediately..." Mitchell
Next day. Early afternoon. SG-1 had just arrived
at the dig site.
Vala yawned as she jumped out of the jeep that
had driven them to the archaeological site. "Tell me again...why do
to go out here into this...mud hole..." She quickly pulled back her foot from
the mud on the path and looked for somewhere else to put it down, "...just to
look at some old Goa'uld junk!"
"You're part of SG-1, remember?" Mitchell said,
"Yeah - I wonder what I was thinking?" she
grumbled in a low voice - then hurried to catch up with the
They had only walked a short distance when an
angry man with greying red hair came jumping out of a nearby tent. A younger man
followed quietly behind him. The older man immediately started yelling at
Daniel. "You miserable idiot! I
Jeremy he shouldn't send the photos to you," he turned to the younger man,
"...and now there are fucking SAS here!" he turned back to Daniel. "I don't know
what kind of stuff you are involved in - and frankly, I don't care...I want you
and the meddling military goons gone
Daniel was trying to shield himself from the
spittle that was flying all over from the agitated man, and looked slightly
ashamed at the rest of his team. "It's good to see you too..." he turned to the
others, "...fellas...this is Doctor Richard Johnson...he was one of my
professors when I went to the university. As you may have guessed we had
"Disagreements! The moron thinks the pyramids
were used as landing platforms by aliens! He probably told you something
ridiculous like that our artifacts were left here by Martians or what do I
"Yeah...about those...could we see
"You've got some nerve...coming here, bringing
in SAS - and what are you - US Air Force?...trampling all over the place,
scaring away my people - and now you want to steal my
Jeremy Jameson stepped forward now. "Calm down,
professor. I'm sure Doctor Jackson has a good explanation...right?" he turned to
Mitchell was quickly loosing patience with the
bickering. "Cut the crap, will you? Take us to wherever you store the
you wrote Doctor Jackson about -
The faster you show us, the quicker you get rid of
Grumbling, the esteemed professor motioned for
them to follow him and they walked over towards a large
"I thought you had ignored me when so long had
passed and I hadn't heard anything from you - we didn't exactly part on good
terms last time..." Jeremy said,
"No...no, we did not." Daniel agreed. "Actually,
I didn't see your photos until yesterday evening. I have been...out of town for
the last three weeks."
"...and now you show up with the military? What
work with these days? You dropped out of sight completely - several years ago.
We haven't heard a thing from you..."
"Well, you know...I've been
Jeremy looked strangely at him. "What
with these artifacts? Do they really have something to do with
"I thought you found my theories ridiculous? Why
did you contact me?" Daniel hoped it was not too obvious he was avoiding the
"Actually...we ended up
to contact you, despite what professor Johnson says. We are really clueless
about this find...even more now than when we mailed
By now they had reached the tent. Inside it were
several tables with various finds. One of them held the artifacts found in the
Daniel went to it immediately, picking up part
of the ruined lid from a stasis jar - which it was now obvious it was. He looked
down into the now empty jar. Beside it sat a modern container with some liquid,
but nothing else.
jar contain anything else besides the
liquid? By the way...how did the lid
"You have seen them before? I suspected as much!
We found it lying on the floor, partly tipped over. It still contained some sort
of liquid, but nothing else. It is obviously no ordinary canopic jar. It has a
strange lining, and there even seem to be some sort of mechanism inside it,
perhaps a power source. We have never seen anything remotely like it before!
There were none of the usual remains in
"Jeremy, this is really important. When - and
"Not long after I sent the envelope to you - a
day or two after I think. I have no idea how...we just found it like that when
we came back to work Monday morning."
"OK...OK. Did you notice anything strange about
anyone? Did they behave differently? Perhaps someone went
"No..." Jeremy thought about it. "No, nothing
odd about anyone...and no one went missing. Well, Tanya didn't show up
but I'm not blaming her. She probably came here and saw all your soldiers and
got scared away."
"And you are sure there was nothing strange or
just different about her behaviour these
"No. Everything was normal." He sneezed. "Damn
it - figures. The pills don't work."
"What pills? Oh, yeah. You have hay-fever - like
"Tanya told me she had found these great pills.
She has allergies as well, and they worked
for her. She didn't have any more problems
But they do nothing for me . Typical."
Mitchell had been listening to them. "Do you
have her address - and a picture of her?"
"Avv..come on. You don't think the girl is a
Goa'u..." Vala started, but was stopped when Daniel put a hand over her mouth.
He shook his head.
"Yes...we do." Mitchell said. "Seems you are
going to play an important role here. With Colonel Carter halfway to Pega...you
know where...we will need your...special
abilities in tracking down
Jeremy gave them all an odd look. "You should
talk about behaving strangely! Yes, we have her address somewhere. Just a
moment," he left.
"Captain Adams, regardless of the identity of the Goa'uld we need to capture it.
Airports, harbours, and so on, will all have to be shutdown." Mitchell said.
Adams nodded. "I suppose it's time for another bomb scare. Let's make it a big
one. Poor IRA!"
Daniel started looking at the various things on
the table, then returned to the jar. There was very little writing on the
remaining parts. A large chunk of the top seemed to be missing - unfortunately
the very part where any writing or identification would have been
"Learn anything useful?" Adams
"Not really." Daniel put down the broken lid he
had been fiddling with and pointed at the jar. "A large piece is missing. Even
if it broke off when the jar fell, the archaeologists would never have thrown it
"Obviously. We can't loose any old potsherds.
So, why is it gone? You don't think the Goa'uld took it, do you?" Mitchell
"Yes. It must not want us to know who it
"...or perhaps the Goa'uld want it as proof of
ID?" Vala suggested.
"That is possible...I suppose it would suck to
be - oh, what do I know - the great and powerful Zeus, and no one recognizes
you...but they don't usually seem to have trouble being trusted...well, in
area at least. I don't think they trust each other much
"I assume we are going to capture this Goa'uld?"
"Oh, yeah. We're going to visit this 'Tanya'
first, and if she is not just home because of the flu or something...but is
actually missing, then we have a manhunt. It's a good thing we have Vala here to
sense the Goa'uld."
"You know...I actually have to be pretty close
for that - within maybe 5-6 feet. If you need better than that you will have to
find someone with a symbiote to help you."
"The Tok'ra...I need to go call the general
about the loose Goa'uld anyway, so I can just as well ask him to contact the
Tok'ra at the same time." Mitchell left. Adams followed, as he went to report on
the situation and make sure the British forces had closed off all airports and
Not long after, Jeremy returned. "I tried
calling Tanya, but her cell phone is turned off. I got her address and phone
number here - and a print-out of her picture." He handed Daniel two sheets of
"Thank you." Daniel looked at the photo. It
appeared official. Probably the picture they had used to make her ID. The woman
in the picture was young and stunningly beautiful. Any Goa'uld would be
delighted to take her as a host. Poor girl, she could be no more than 25. He
handed the picture to Mitchell.
"Do you want me or one of the others to go with
you?" Jeremy wondered.
"No. We can handle it." Daniel
"It may be dangerous." Teal'c
"I am not so sure. Did you not find
devices? There is only one on the table."
You're right, Teal'c. There were two on the
photos..." Daniel looked at Jeremy who seemed
"Hand devices? What are
"Eh...it's a kind of jewelry..." Daniel picked
up the one on the table. "Like this one."
"Oh, yes, There were two of those...how
strange...I saw them both yesterday. I am sure of it. There was also another
piece of jewelry that is missing now..."
Daniel sighed. "Any idea who might have taken
"None. I trust
here. It must be one of your damn thieving
Mitchel just entered the tent.
"A hand device - and 'something else' is
missing. It just went missing today, apparently. I suppose it could be a
coincidence, but we better see if someone knows
The number of people working in the dig was not
large - Professor Johnson, his assistant Jeremy Jameson, and 5 students,
including Tanya Peterson.
Everyone present were interviewed, including the
soldiers. It turned out that Tanya had actually shown up for work, but had
decided to leave again since they were not allowed to work anyway. She had said
she needed to pick up something, and had then left shortly after without being
stopped. They questioned the guard, but he seemed confused and did not remember
When the people from SGC were alone, Mitchell
turned to Vala and Teal'c. "Do the Goa'uld have technology which can erase the
short term memory of somebody, at least temporarily?"
Vala looked at Teal'c. "The hara'kesh might do
"Indeed. It would have such an effect." Teal'c
"Yes...I remember what that is...the ashrak used
it to kill Jolinar when she was in Sam. It looks like a ring - fitting over two
fingers - with three jewels or something, located in a triangle and sitting
inside the hand..." Daniel ran outside. "Jeremy!" he called out.
A little later Daniel returned. "I talked to
Jeremy and there is no doubt that the missing piece of 'jewelry' is a
"So the Goa'uld got one of those as
well...terrific!" Mitchell took out the paper with Tanya's address and looked
briefly at it. "Let's go check out Miss Peterson's home. Perhaps there are some
About 15 minutes later they were knocking on the
door to a nice looking house in the outskirts of the city of Hastings.
A friendly looking, elderly woman opened the
door. "Yes? Can I help you?"
"Hello, ma'am...yes, we would like to speak to
Tanya Peterson - she lives here, right?" Adams asked.
"Yes, she had rented a room from me for several
months, while she works at a archaeological dig nearby...she's not home right
now, though. Who are you, by the way?"
"I am Captain Adams of the Royal Air Force and
these are some of our allies from the US Air Force." Adams and the others showed
their IDs. "Do you know when Miss Peterson will be back - or where she went?"
"The Air Force! What did the poor girl get
"Don't worry. She has not done anything wrong,
but we believe she may be in danger."
"Oh, my goodness! Well, I am sorry, but I have
no idea where she is. I don't interfere with the life of my lodgers as long as
they behave themselves."
"...and she usually does? No problems lately?"
"Listen, I don't know what you think she is
messed up with, but she is a very nice girl. Very helpful. Usually takes the dog
for a walk in the evenings, and she even mowed the lawn for me
They looked at each other, this was somewhat
strange behaviour for a Goa'uld, but perhaps she tried to 'blend in'. Mitchell
turned to the woman. "This is very important - we really do believe she may be
in danger. Can you tell us anything that we may be able to use? Do you have
where she might be?"
"Well, the only thing I know is that she left
for work this morning - just as she usually does. Took her bike. Then she came
back about 1 1/2 hour later. She said the dig was closed for the next couple of
weeks - something about a permit the city took some time to renew...she went to
her room and left shortly after, carrying her backpack. She said she went home
to her parents for at least a week. That seemed a little odd, since she just
visited them a week ago - and now I think about it, she seemed...flustered,
perhaps? Very much in a hurry..."
"Do you happen to have her parents address or
"No, I only know they live in one of London's
suburbs - Ealing, I think."
Adams pulled Mitchell aside. "I'll go and have
the local police pay them a visit."
"OK. We'll take a look at her room and see if we
can find anything useful."
Vala had followed them. "You don't seriously
think a Goa'uld would chose to hide out at her host's parents
"Why not? Well, I agree it's probably not very
likely - she must know we will come there and search for her. No, I think we
just want to talk to her parents and see if they noticed something when she
visited them last week - if indeed she
While Captain Adams went to follow the lead on
Tanya's parents, Mitchell and the other managed to convince the elderly woman
that they needed to search Tanya's room. It was a relatively small room,
containing only a bed, a bookcase, a desk with a chair, as well as a closet and
a drawer. By the bed stood a crate with a small TV on it. Everything looked
normal, though it was obvious someone had left in a hurry, quickly grabbing some
clothing and not caring if she knocked something over doing it.
Mitchell went to the desk. "She took her
computer - laptop no doubt. The printer is still here." He started leafing
through the papers strewn across the desk.
Meanwhile, Daniel was looking through her
"Find anything?" Vala
"No...she has the standard works, of
course...various history books..." he looked at some of the books on another
shelf. "She like science fiction!"
"Obviously she has a good taste," Teal'c
remarked, showing them the 'Star Wars' special edition DVD he had just found in
her movie collection. "Do you think she would mind if I borrowed
"Haven't you seen that movie - like a
times before? It's not
good!" Vala said.
"This is a special edition - with extra
commentaries. I do not believe I have seen those
"Hah...will you look at this. You're famous,
Daniel!" Vala picked up a book that had been lying on by the bedside. "It's one
of yours, right?" she gave the book to
"Yes, it is," he sighed. "...and
would probably be a better description." He did not like being reminded of how
his peers had reacted to his ideas. He opened the book and read aloud a note
written on the first page.
"To my dear little sister - on the hopes that it
will convince you that I am right about at least one of my 'loony conspiracy
theories'. Love, Patrick."
"Seems she have had some sort of dispute with
her brother - he seems like he may be a conspiracy theorist, and Tanya is the
"Yeah, well she may have had cause to change her
mind on that..." Mitchell said.
They continued searching the room for a little
while longer, but did not find anything useful. The Goa'uld seemed to be very
careful. It might make it harder to catch
About 3 1/2 weeks earlier. Friday late
Tanya was locking the gate in the fence around
their digging site, while the four other students working there stood nearby,
"Tanya? We were thinking about going to the
party at Tony's sister's flat - she's apparently invited about 25 people! I'm
sure it will be fun...are you coming?" Scott said. He smiled at her, hoping she
would attend as he had a crush on her.
"Not sure - perhaps. I was thinking about going
to see the X-files movie tonight...what time do the party
"8 o'clock, I think?" he looked over at Tony,
who nodded, "but most probably don't show up until later, so if you want to
catch the movie first, then you can just come later..." he looked hopeful.
"I just may..." she smiled, as she unlocked her
bicycle. "Well...see you...either tonight or Monday..." she waved at the others
who were also leaving.
About 10 minutes later, Tanya realised she had
forgotten her cell phone on one of the tables back at the dig.
just typical! Now I'll either be late for the movie or I won't get anything to
eat!* Having to admit she would need the phone before Monday, she sighed and
turned her bicycle around.
Unlocking the gate, Tanya tiredly walked to
where she knew she had forgotten her cell phone.
She had just picked it up when she heard the
guard dog bark, then a cat's angry snarl. Going outside to see what was
happening, she saw the cat disappear through a small opening in the tent
containing their finds. The dog, being too large to easily fit through, started
to rip at the opening. It managed to get in just as Tanya got there. She closed
her eyes and moaned as she heard angry noises from the animals, followed by a
She quickly unzipped the tent door and hurried
inside, fearful of what might have happened and hoping nothing priceless had
been destroyed. The animals flew past her as she entered.
Ignoring them, she ran to the table. Her hope
that nothing was damaged evaporated as she immediately saw the previously
perfectly preserved - and sealed - vase or canopic jar. In the fall, the lid and
some of the top had broken off. It was tipped at an angle, resting against one
of the legs of the table. Some sort of liquid was spilling from it.
Cursing to herself, she went to pick up the jar
before any more of the fluid leaked out. As she bent over it, she caught a hint
of an unusual smell.
soporific. Just as she imagined seeing a flash of movement inside it, she yawned
mightily. Moments later she was thrown backwards by the force of
sliding into her mouth. The sensation was immediately followed by a gagging
feeling, and then a sharp pain in the back of her throat.
Letting go of the jar, she stumbled further back
and sat down heavily on the floor, just as everything went black.
She awoke sometime later, lying on the floor on
her back. The first she registered, even before opening her eyes, was someone
talking to her.
*Tanya? I am
sorry...I am Sheyla. I thought you were volunteering...do not worry, though. I
am Tok'ra -
you that I will leave you as soon as I can find another host...unless you want
me to stay, of course...* she finished, hopeful.
"Sheyla? What the
you talking about? Volunteering? For what? What is a Tok...something...made of
*You do not need to speak out loud! I can hear
you just fine...just
the words to me!*
the words? Are you a bloody
or what...wait...you're....you're in my
Tanya almost screamed the last part.
Sheyla sighed. Great, just great. Not only had
she taken an involuntary host, but said host apparently had never even
either the Tok'ra or the Goa'uld. Well, that might have some advantages...at
least she would not automatically be suspected of being a Goa'uld...she decided
she had better try to explain.
*Yes, I am in your head - and please try to be
quiet? I have no idea what enemies might be
enemies here - there actually won't be anyone
here until they come to feed the dog tomorrow, and they will most likely not
come in here.* Tanya managed to 'think' to whomever Sheyla was. "Now get the
of my head!!!" she yelled.
*I am afraid I can not do that so soon...to
attempt it would most likely kill us both...* she spent some minutes flooding
Tanya's system with calming substances.
*Then, if I'm stuck with you for the time being,
can you at least tell me who - or
are? How can you talk inside my
in my head?*
*I am a Tok'ra symbiote...a symbiotic life form.
In our natural form we are aquatic and can not truly interact much with our
surroundings. For that we rely on hosts - such as you. I am currently wrapped
around part of your spine, located up past your neck into the lower part of your
head. It is in no way dangerous for you to have me here. I am connected to your
brain, your nervous system, and various other parts of your body...it gives me
the ability to talk with you internally, and to control your body, among other
control my body? Am I
*NO! I can - and already
release control to you...you talked out loud before - remember? You could not
have done that if you had not had control. I merely meant that I
control your body. I am a Tok'ra, so I wish to
control with my host - I am not like the Goa'uld who suppress their hosts...*
she sounded indignant.
*OK...I get it. You don't like someone called
the Goa'uld, and you don't want to be mistaken for one...and I understood that
you need a host -
me - to
be able to do anything except swim around...which I sort of understand would be
boring, since you are obviously sentient. What are you? Are you an...an alien?
You called yourself a 'symbiotic life form' - so, what do
from this symbiosis? Except for a voice in my head which is real, and not due to
me being insane - at least I
am not insane...*
*You are not. I am really here...though I guess
the voices in your head would insist on that as well, if you really
insane...never mind. Just believe me! To answer your questions...the host gains
a greatly increased lifespan, health - as long as I am within you, you are
immune to almost all kinds of diseases and illnesses. I can heal most wounds
that are not too massive, or immediately fatal - quite fast and without leaving
even a scar. You also gain some strength and increased stamina, as well as
better sight, hearing, and sense of smell, and so on. Aside from that, host and
symbiote share everything and usually become very good friends...as for your
earlier question...yes, I guess you would say that I am an 'alien' - I was
probably born on a different world than this. Which brings
ask a question - which planet is this?*
*You don't know what
you are on? This is
My brother is going to love this if he ever learn about you!* she muttered
something about her brother believing in all kinds of weird stuff. *By the way -
the other things you mentioned sounds cool - so what, I'm invincible
Sheyla laughed. *No, not quite. Just a good deal
more resilient...Tanya, I do not recognize the word 'Earth' - can you give me
another name for it? A description of its location compared to other celestial
*Well...* Tanya thought for a moment.
*Terra...Tellus...the planet humans come
Sheyla 'shook' her head. *No...I am afraid those
names mean nothing to me...and most planets have humans on
Tanya sighed. *There are humans on most worlds?
I thought we only evolved here!*
Sheyla suddenly seemed interested. *You
*Yes - at least our biologists say we did. I
think modern Homo Sapiens - that is the Latin name for humans - got their
current form maybe 150000 years ago...*
before the Goa'uld met humans!* Sheyla said excitedly. *That means this must be
the first world - the Tau'ri!*
*Forgive me for asking, but why are you here,
then? If you did not even know where
*My mother must have hidden me here. She is...or
was - I do not now which - the founder and leader of a resistance, fighting
against the Goa'uld. I am a queen symbiote - her only daughter - and thus
important for my people, the Tok'ra. If the Goa'uld had known about me they
would probably have leveled the planet in an effort to kill me. I was only just
ready to take a host when my mother realised the only way to hide me was this -
in a stasis jar. She did intend to put it on one of her own planets, in a secret
cave. But she decided against it and told me she would find a safe place
somewhere else. She would tell some of her other children about the place when
enough time had passed and it was safe for me to be with
*I see...well, wither she never got around to
telling them, or it is not yet safe...at any rate the dig we found your 'stasis
jar' in have been dated to 1180-1190...and the year is now 2008. More than 800
years has passed.*
*800 years!* Sheyla was shocked. *You are
correct. Something must have prevented Egeria - my mother - from letting her
other children know, or those that were told could not reach me, or died before
doing so...* she started to panic...what if she was the last Tok'ra? What if the
Goa'uld had won? But they were not on
world, so perhaps not...
*Your mum had other kids...could they
not...um...decide to rule in your place? You said you were a
*Not that kind of queen - though among the
Goa'uld they are usually queens in the royal sense as well. What it means is
that I give birth to new symbiotes, while my siblings are 'ordinary' symbiotes.
My people only had one queen, Egeria, and then me, her daughter, as well. I
guess there is much to explain. Perhaps I should start from the beginning...*
Sheyla launched into a very long explanation of symbiotes, both Tok'ra and
Goa'uld, and what she knew had happened in the galaxy before she was placed in
*All right! I get it...you don't need to repeat
that you're a Tok'ra - I understand that as well as most of the other stuff
you've told me. Now...can we get up? This
floor is hard. My back is killing me, and I
am really starting to feel cold. I'll probably die of pneumonia if I stay here
*No, you will not...but it
uncomfortable. Do get up - I'm not stopping you. I will not assume control
unless you give me permission to do so - I know you would rather not be a
*That's to put it mildly!* Tanya said as she got
up. *Though there
to be some perks I wouldn't mind living another 400 years or
*I am sorry you do not like me...* Sheyla
*Listen...it's not that I don't
you...I mean...you seem nice enough...it's just...well, you know...I hadn't
expected someone to move into my
Tanya was about to leave the tent, when Sheyla
told her to go back and pick up the piece that had broken off the top of the
*Why do you want it? The others are going to
wonder where it is on Monday.*
*That cannot be helped. See the text? It says
who I am. It will make it easier for me to prove my identity when I find my
*OK, OK...how do you intend to do that? Find
your people, I mean.*
*I do not know yet. If the Tau'ri chaapa'ai is
not buried I might be able to use that - or perhaps I can find a ship someone
has left behind.*
*Yes...all those spaceships standing about
everywhere, without anyone noticing
Sheyla gave Tanya a friendly thwack over the
head. *They are
of course, but we will find one of them. However, a logical first step will be
to locate the chaapa'ai.*
Having closed and locked everything behind them
- but let the jar be as it as, except for the piece they brought with them -
they now stood beside Tanya's bicycle.
*What an odd form of transportation - wait!
We'll fall...!* Sheyla 'screamed' in Tanya's head as they started down the road.
Tanya wobbled back and forth from the shock
Sheyla gave her. *Will you
doing that - or we really
Sheyla 'hid' in the back of Tanya's mind,
*sorry...* she whispered.
Tanya sighed. *It is really not dangerous -
honestly. I have done it since I was a child. I will teach you some day. I'm
sure you will...* she realised what she had said, *...I mean...since it will
apparently be a while before I can get rid of
Sheyla did not answer, and Tanya spent the trip
home thinking about her life and how it had suddenly changed. When she was
almost home she thought of something.
*Sheyla? Can you read my thoughts - my
The symbiote hesitated for a moment. *Yes...but
I would never do so without permission - unless the situation was grave and we
were in danger.*
Somewhat reassured, Tanya changed the topic. *I
going to see a movie, but it's too late now. Anyway, I'm starving! What about
*Since we are currently
this body, I am very hungry as well.* She smiled. *What would you suggest for
*You have Chinese food here? You said this is
the land of the British?*
is far more globalized now than it was when your mother knew it...so, would you
like Chinese food?*
*Yes, certainly. I only have the memory of the
food at a dinner my mother attended at Lord Yu's palace.*
Tanya parked her bicycle in front of a local
Chinese restaurant. *The prospect of food suddenly makes me feel gracious...why
don't you chose the food? You have, after all, been locked up in that jar for
800 years...what do you like?*
*I have never had a host before, so I do not
know...I ate what I could catch in the pond I grew up in - or that my mother or
older siblings fed us...fish, perhaps? No - wait...I have had enough fish to
last me a
*Poor Sheyla!* Opening the door, Tanya made a
decision. *We'll take the buffet - then you get to try different kinds of
Tanya had just finished getting ready for bed
and had temporarily given control to Sheyla. She still did not feel comfortable
having another person moving her body around, but since this appeared to be a
semi-permanent thing, she felt she should try to get used to it. She did not
believe they would be able to find Sheyla's people any time soon, and she highly
doubted they could find a new host on Earth. She was certainly
going to tell anyone that she had an alien talking in her head. That would only
get them put in a rubber cell - or become guinea pigs for the military if anyone
actually believed her.
Sheyla was greatly enjoying the feeling of being
able to walk around and pick up things. Right now she was standing in front of a
mirror, watching herself lift her hands and flex her
Tanya mentally rolled her eyes, even though deep
down she understood her. *So...do you want to go to sleep? Or do you even sleep?
I guess you could run around with my body while I slept, if you wanted
*Yes, I need to sleep, just like you. It is
correct that one of us
sleep while the other is awake. Usually, though, we sleep at the same time. It
is more practical, as the body need to rest as well. Otherwise you might
sometimes have one lying awake in bed with closed eyes, while the other sleeps -
that is not so smart! It is also more pleasant and companionable to sleep at the
same time - and there is not as many disturbances. We
turns sleeping and being awake for a while. The Tok'ra sometimes do this on
missions when it is necessary. But normally host and symbiote sleeps at the same
*Good! Then can we sleep
are clean now...Sheyla, we have been in the shower for over an hour...you have
washed my hair trice!*
*I am not 'strange' nor do I have any unusual
phobias - which
you were thinking...sorry, but it was so loud in your mind that I could not help
but hear it. I was merely enjoying the feeling of doing everything for the first
time, and the water is very pleasant. Remember, I have spent almost my whole
life until now in a lake - with the exception of the time I spent in the stasis
jar, of course.*
*I'm sorry...I understand it will take some time
to get used to everything - don't get too comfortable in this body, though -
you're still leaving.*
*Of course...though, you should know that the
more time passes before I leave, the
it will be for you, psychologically, when I
leave. We have not completed a full blending, and I will do my best to keep our
thoughts, feelings, and memories separate, but the longer it is, the more
difficult it will be...*
*Don't worry about me. I will be fine...now, if
we are finished bathing, perhaps we could get some
*Great idea...I am
Sheyla said, mimicking Tanya's words from the day before. *What are we
*I usually only eat toast and some yogurt, but
many still eat a much more hearty breakfast. I feel hungrier than normal, so
maybe we should try that - is it because we are now
course need more food than before, but not large amounts. I can, however,
control your metabolism if necessary...I must admit that I have adjusted it
slightly - temporarily, of course. There is so much good food that I really want
Tanya just sighed and went to the kitchen to
make breakfast. Fortunately, her land lady was away, visiting her grand children
this week. Tanya did
like talking to
that knew her today. She was certain they would detect something odd.
Later. After the largest and most diverse
breakfast Tanya had ever had.
*What would you normally do now? Perhaps we
could see some of the city?*
*How can you have
energy left after eating all this food?* Tanya moaned. *I just want to go lie
down and sleep! Perhaps in a nice, warm spot in the
*As I said, I have increased your metabolism, so
you will soon feel less full. Yes, I can understand that you want to lie down
right now, but I
want to explore this world. If we find the Tok'ra soon and I get another host,
then I want to experience some of this very different world first. Except for
swimming around in a lake, I have only seen the inside of a stasis jar...that
is, I of course did not really see the jar while being in it. It is truly
stasis, and I did not experience the passage of
*I get it!* Tanya sighed again. *You want to go
and have fun - see something different. I suppose I can't really blame you...OK,
let's go for a walk in the park. Then, afterwards, perhaps we can go to the
shopping center. I need to get some new clothing for a family party in two
weeks. It is my older brother's 30th birthday. I also need to buy a gift for
him, so we could do that as well...God! I'm going to go visit my family with you
- an alien - in my head...*
*Relax. I will not do anything to make them
suspicious...and please do
me a god. I am
Goa'uld and I despise being treated like
*I did not mean you! It's just...something
humans say...as an expletive...*
*Well, please refrain from using that particular
Tanya shook her head, but did not
*You were going to go and see a movie
yesterday...perhaps we could see it today?*
*It was the last day it was showing...but
perhaps we can find something else to watch...oh, we also need to go grocery
ate all my food!*
was delicious...* Sheyla said in a small voice.
They were walking in the city park. It was late summer and very warm. Small
squirrels were darting around looking for food, much to Sheyla's delight.
*They are so cute. Do you think we could capture one and pet it?*
*No. They are only semi-tame. We can go to the zoo when we get to London for my
brother's birthday party. They have a Children's zoo if you like small furry
*They have different animals from this world in the...zoo?*
*Yes. From all over the planet.*
*I think I would like that. It is going to be fun - and educational!*
*We will go there then - it has been a long time since I visited.*
*Tanya? It is very warm today. I see in your mind that there is something called
'ice cream', which would be suitable for such a day. I would very much like to
try that now, please?*
*Now? You can't be hungry again already!*
*It appears delicious...please? Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, cherry,
rum-and-raisin...please, please, please? I fixed it so that you are not allergic
to anything anymore. Your eyesight and hearing are better than perfect. You are
stronger, faster, have more stamina...and you will live much longer, if
you let me stay...please...do I not deserve just a little ice cream in return?*
*All right, all right! You've made your point. I will buy you some ice
cream...but I don't want to gain weight!*
*Don't worry. I will take care of it! Thank you,
my dear host!* Sheyla embraced her happily.
They went over to a nearby ice cream sale, and
were soon considering which flavours to
*If you have never tried ice cream before, then
I suggest you start with something mild, like
*Agreed, but I want two
*Tanya mentally rolled her eyes. *OK.* She
turned to the salesman.
"Yes? How may I help you,
"I would like
scoops of ice cream."
"You really like ice cream? OK. Four it is.
*You took control without permission!
*You were going to ask for only
*...but you only
*Yes...for me! But you should have two as well -
it is only fair.*
*...and you, of course, get to taste and enjoy
all four scoops...sneaky!*
*The man is waiting...*
would like...vanilla, strawberry...pistachio, and...rum-and-raisin...and with a
different toppings you have...oh, and extra chocolate
"See? That wasn't so difficult! You have a sweet
tooth, young lady." He smiled at Sheyla, who eagerly stretched out her hand and
took the huge serving of ice, then gave him the money for it.
Having been given control, Tanya hurried away
before she could be even more embarrassed.
*What is wrong? I even remembered to use
voice instead of my own...and I payed him the right
*Isn't it the same voice? What if you had done
something wrong and he had become suspicious? Besides - I hadn't said which ice
- if any...* Tanya grumbled.
*I...saw in your mind how to behave, how to
pay...and which ice cream you like...yes, I usually would never look into your
thoughts without permission, especially not since our blending was not a
voluntary one - and we are also not fully blended yet...however, you were
thinking of these things, so it was difficult
see them...I'm sorry. As for the voice - yes, and no. I can talk like you, or I
can talk in a 'flanged' voice. Usually the Tok'ra use it to signify to their
surroundings that the symbiote it speaking...as a way to tell who is in control.
The Goa'uld mostly use it to intimidate others...they usually glow their eyes
for the same reason. We sometimes glow our eyes as well, though generally it is
only done in case of strong emotions, or when changing control. Have you noticed
that I usually bow my head when we switch - or at least close my eyes, if we are
*Yes, now you mention it...you will have to show
me in front of the mirror when we come back home.* Tanya had reached a bench
with a table. It was partially hidden behind a large bush, and in the shadow of
a tree. She sat down and was about to take a spoonful from the ice mountain in
front of her, then made a decision. *You were the one wanting this ice cream -
you eat it.* She gave Sheyla control.
*I can taste it just as well while you eat it,
but...thank you. I appreciate it. There is an extra pleasure in being able to
chose what to eat and when.* She smiled, then shoveled pistachio ice cream into
her mouth. *Yumm - it is very good.* She proceeded to taste the other flavours,
then relatively quickly ate all of it, alternating between the various kinds.
Finally, she managed to swallow the last bit of
ice cream. She sighed happily and leaned back against the tree behind her,
closing her eyes. She was feeling very much too full to
*I am amazed that
succeeded in eating all that! Sheyla...it's not as if I really want to move, but
into the Sun? All that ice cream we have in our stomach makes me feel
*I will raise our temperature and metabolism...*
she did, and they soon fell asleep.
A couple of hours later.
Tanya/Sheyla had just awoken after their little
nap. Feeling much better, they walked through the park to the nearest bus stop
and rode to the shopping center.
like a market place, or maybe more like a bazaar. How many shops are
*No idea...I would guess 30 or 40...I need to go
and buy something to wear for my brother's 30th birthday
I need to find a gift for him as well. Other than that, we can just walk around
and look at everything, if you would like to do that?*
*I would enjoy that. Thank you.*
They spent most of the afternoon slowly
strolling around in the shopping center. Sheyla was interested in everything and
wanted to learn as much as possible about
*We still need to find a gift for Patrick - my
*Perhaps we could look in there? It looks like
they have many interesting things.* Sheyla pointed to a shop selling various gag
gifts, costumes, and party materials.
*I don't think he would like any of
*Is that a dead
Sheyla took control and walked over to examine a rather large alien-doll. *You
know, they will be
mad at your people, and you do
that...ah...it is a fake...and not a good imitation when seen up close. I did
not think your people had met them?*
You're kidding, right? That is from Norse Mythology...whereas that thing you're
looking at is a 'Roswell alien'...they supposedly abduct people to perform
various experiments on them - or so my dear brother tells me. I have never
believed it...and now you tell me they are
*Of course they are real! They do not look
close. They assumed the roles of the gods of Norse Mythology, to be able to
interact with humans on their 'protected planets' without revealing their true
nature. They fight the Goa'uld, and they are an advanced and powerful race. We
know them and trust them, but they normally interfere minimally in the matters
of our Galaxy. They come from the Ida-galaxy. I highly doubt they would abduct
humans and experiment on them - at least I do not think something like that
would be officially sanctioned...*
*Great! Just great! My brother will never let me
hear the end of this. Any other meddling alien races I should know
Sheyla thought for a moment. *No...I do not
think so...though the Tok'ra have little information about the Tau'ri...or we
little information about you 800 years ago. I know nothing about the current
state of galactic politics.*
*Fair enough, I guess...* Deciding to
concentrate on something else instead of this one
change to her universe, she focused on her brother's birthday gift. *We still
need to find a present for Patrick - I don't think the Roswell
doll would be a good idea, though he might just love
*Then why is it not a good gift?*
*Because it is not something
buy - I am the rational one, the one who does not believe in aliens and other
*If by aliens you mean extra-terrestrial or
non-human sentient life forms, then it
rational to believe in them.
*Yes...listen, I don't want to talk about it
anymore. He's not getting that doll!*
They walked for a little while, finally deciding
to buy a nice shirt and a book for her
*Sheyla? That alien doll made me thinking about
something...how do you look? I did not get to see you well when you jumped into
me. I really only saw a flash of movement. You don't look like the...the Asgard,
*Do you really think I would fit in your head
and neck if I did?* she giggled a little. *No. I am...long and slim...with fins
near the head...* she showed Tanya an image of a
*You look a little bit like an eel? Serpentine
shape...impressive teeth! I think I'm a bit scared of you
*Please don't be! I use the 4 large teeth for
when I enter a host...and I also need to be able to defend myself against fish
and such - and capture fish and other food - before I take a
*I understand that. Your appearance was just a
surprise to me, that is all...now I think about it, you are actually quite
*Thank you. Tanya? The store over there is
selling chocolate - I assume it is like the chocolate sauce we had on the ice
*In a way, though not quite. It has a somewhat
similar taste, but it is not a liquid.*
*Could we maybe buy just a little
Tanya sighed. *Yes, why not? Any diet I may have
wanted to follow has long since been destroyed...but remember, I'm holding you
to your promise that I won't gain weight!*
Later, after consuming a medium-sized box of
*Well, I guess we still need to go grocery
shopping - though it's not as if I feel like eating anything for the next
*You will regret it tomorrow if we do not,
Tanya. It will take
than a month before we have metabolised the food we just
*I know. It is...a figure of speech...something
we say to put emphasis on our statement. We do that in many situations. In this
case I just wanted to make clear that I was feeling so full that I can barely
stand the thought of food.*
*I see...in time I will learn your
*Don't worry about it. I'm sure you will - and
They had reached the supermarket and went
*This is very different from what I had expected
- but so has almost everything I have seen been. I fear that much of my genetic
memory will not be of much use.*
*I am sure much of what you know will be very
useful on other planets. As for here - you will learn quickly and make your own
memories - isn't that nicer anyway?* she hugged her symbiote, *...and I am here
to help you...I don't mind you checking my memories if you need some important
information - or you can just ask.*
*Thanks you. Does that mean you will agree to
complete the blending and let me stay?* She sounded
*Don't push it! You have not been given
permanent residency - yet, at least...I can't believe this. I am actually
starting to consider letting you stay...I must be going insane!* Tanya grabbed a
shopping cart and started looking for the items on her list.
For a little while Sheyla said nothing, then she
started pointing out things she thought sounded interesting, or strange, or that
she wanted to try. This made the grocery trip much longer than
*Yes, what now? You have already made me fill
this cart almost to the top - I have
how we are going to get all this food home on the bus. We will probably have to
call for a cab.*
*I'm sorry...* Sheyla sounded shameful. *There
is just so much I would like to try.*
*I get that...but does it
be all at the same time? OK...what was it you saw this
*What is 'hot dogs'? Is it food made from dogs
meat? I thought you said dogs were kept as
*We do...people in this country generally do not
eat dog meat, though it is done in some countries. A 'hot dog' is just the name
used for a sausage in a bun - with various toppings. I believe the name stems
from 'dog' having been used as slang for sausage - originally in the United
States, because a long time ago makers of them were accused of using dog meat.
In reality they are usually made of pork, beef, or chicken
*I see...your language often does not make
*I know. It confuses us as well from time to
Tanya/Sheyla had taken a taxi home with all
their many purchases. It had taken them a long time to get everything stacked on
shelves, or to fit in the part of the refrigerator and freezer they were allowed
to use. When they finally succeeded, Tanya just felt like throwing herself on
the bed and sleeping for the rest of the weekend. She was starting to get
*What would you like for dinner? Oh, by the
way...do you cook?*
*You mean, do I know how to prepare a meal? I
have of course never tried it before, and preparing food is not really a large
part of my genetic memories. Probably my mother assumed I would learn that from
my host...I believe I can roast meat over an open fire - and I am able to make
flat bread, cook porridge and such. But I believe that is the limit. Another
thing is - you have very different products - at least they appear much
different in their current packing.*
*Never mind. I will
*I would like to try...perhaps something simple?
If you show me how to use the stove, I can...roast a
Tanya sighed, then gave in. She began to help
her eager symbiote prepare their dinner.
Tanya woke up to find herself sitting in front
of her laptop. Sheyla was looking at a map of the world, and noted down
something on a sheet of paper.
*What are you doing? When did you get
*About an hour ago. I awoke and suddenly had an
idea about how to search for the chaapa'ai in the most efficient manner. I know
how far away from it I am able to sense it - which is about 3000 of your miles.
Since I do not currently feel it, it must be further away than
was the transportation portal?*
*...and you can sense it
*It contains large amounts of relatively pure
naquadah. We can sense even small amounts of this element if we are close to it,
but the chaapa'ai gives off a very strong signal. It 'resonates' with the
naquadah in our blood. We can sense other symbiotes that way as well, but only
as far away as about 50 feet.*
*Wow! That's strange! Anyway...what do you want
to do then - to find it, I mean? The planet is
*Yes...I know, but our task is not
impossible. I am determining which
places we need to visit in order to make a grid covering the entire land mass of
this world. We can use commercial transportation to circle your
planet a couple of times. I found a
map of 'airplane' routes which can be utilised. Some of those traverses a long
stretch - this is fortuitous since we will then have covered a large area
quickly. The airplanes also travel at a low height, so I will easily be able to
sense the chaapa'ai from aboard one of them. The Supreme System
Lord Ra maintained a presence on your world until about 5000 years ago. The
natives rebelled and buried the chaapa'ai, but it may have been unburied since
then. I researched Ra using something called 'google'. It appears he is known as
the Egyptian Sun God. I therefore believe we will have the highest probability
of finding the chaapa'ai in Egypt. We should go there first. If that is not
where it is located - or if it is still buried, we should search for a ship
nearby. If the chaapa'ai has been moved and no ship can be found, we will need
to systematically scan your planet. I have made a list of flights we must take
in order to scan the entire surface....*
*Now, hold on a second. These flights are expensive, and I do not have enough
money to travel the world. We can get to Egypt, but not pay for expeditions
around the country to look for spaceships...and we will need to hire men to help
us dig. That would be not just a economic problem, but we would also have to
hide it from the authorities. One way or another, this is going to be very
expensive...we would need maybe
6000-7000 pounds just to get started - and that is if we can get by with a small
group of men to help us dig out a ship. They would also need money to shut up
about what they saw. I have about 1800 pounds on my
account... I am sorry, but
you did not get a very rich host.*
*I understand well. Do not worry, we will find a
way. Do you know of any other options for acquiring
*What do you think? That I would live in a tiny
room if I had the money to stay somewhere else? Never mind. It was a rhetorical
question...* She thought for a while. *My cousin Simon works as a dealer at a
casino in London. He taught me poker and blackjack a couple years ago. I
good at it. Perhaps we could
*Poker? Blackjack? What are
*Card games.* Tanya showed Sheyla her memories
of them and how to play. *I doubt we could win, though. Statistically, the odds
are against us and the casino is always the winner. There are some loopholes
which can be exploited if you are able to count cards. I don't think I can do
that, though...besides, I just remembered that the casino Simon works at has a
1000 pound membership fee.*
*The card games seems easy enough. It is a
simple matter of mathematics. It is certainly worth trying...I have a
photographic memory, so I should be good at counting
Tanya sounded unsure. *Even
had a chance, we still need to pay the
buy for at least the same amount
I need some very different clothing. I would be expected to wear a smart dress -
and an expensive one. We also need to pay for two...hehe...sorry,
train ticket. All in all I believe we need maybe 500 pounds more than what I
have in my bank account.*
*How would we best procure such a sum? Do this
city not have gambling avenues as well?*
*No...well, there is an amusement arcade that I
know of, but we are not going to get rich playing the fruit machines...I believe
there has been some talk of building a small casino, but so far nothing has
happened. The closest is in Brighton...I guess we could go play billiards or
something at a local pub. Though, that will not get us many thousands of pounds
- and while I know the rules I'm bad at
*We do not need thousands of pounds, merely 500
- remember? We will win the rest at a casino in London, as you suggested. How is
'billiards' played? Perhaps I will do better than you. Do you know of some place
we could go to practice?*
*I...* Tanya started to object, then relented.
*There is a billiards table at the local pub - and since this is early Sunday
afternoon there would be relatively few people there...OK. Let's go there, and I
will show you how to play.*
It turned out Sheyla found billiards to be very
easy. That evening they managed to win nearly 150 pounds from the surprised
regulars. Any resentment evaporated when Tanya/Sheyla bought a round of beers
for the losers.
Tanya was apprehensive about meeting her friends
and coworkers. She was afraid they would somehow be able to sense Sheyla...or at
least detect a change in her own behaviour. Sheyla tried to calm her, as they
left for work.
*What if they interrogate me about the cracked
jar? I am a horrible liar!*
*Let me handle it - I will be able to convince
*I am not so sure you should talk to
voice, of course.*
*Still...well, let's see how it
The bicycle ride was uneventful - Sheyla was no
longer scared and took great pleasure in observing their surroundings. Pedaling
hard, they arrived at the dig only a few minutes late. They parked the bicycle
and hurried to the main trailer where the students usually met with the
professor and his assistant every morning to coordinate the days work.
Professor Johnson looked up as Tanya entered.
"You're late!" he observed, then returned to the monologue she had heard some of
when she approached the trailer. On the table was the broken stasis jar. "So you
all claim to be innocent? Well the jar didn't break itself! Out with it! Which
one of you miserable worms vandalized this priceless vase? Or was it just
drunken clumsiness? Perhaps you returned here and fooled around in the night?"
His assistant looked apologetic and tried to
stop the torrent of words. "Professor - all we found were a hole that had been
torn in the side of the tent. There were some hair on it, and paw-marks beside
it. I am certain it must have been the guard dog. Perhaps it was chasing another
animal? Nothing has been stolen, and the jar really just looked as if it had
been bumped down. Why do you always blame the students for everything? They have
never done anything like this before."
"Perhaps you did it then? Hmm?" The professor
was clearly starting to calm down a bit. He suddenly remembered Tanya had just
arrived, and that he had not asked her. "Tanya - did you see anything suspicious
before you left Friday?"
"No. I left at the same time as the others. All
was normal then."
The professor sighed. "Oh, well. Perhaps it was
the guard dog, then. Damn bastard. I knew we should have gotten that rottweiler
instead..." he waved the students off, "go and finish taking photographs of the
rest of the finds and catalogue them before they too are destroyed. Afterwards
you can continue digging in section 17B." He sat down and pulled the jar closer.
Tanya/Sheyla heard him comment to his assistant as they left the trailer.
"What do you think the fluid is? It seems to
have soporific properties. Perhaps here once was a pharmacy here and this was
one of their products?"
Relieved, Tanya/Sheyla left the trailer and went
to the tent. As they walked towards the table with the artifacts from the room
the stasis jar had been in, Tanya noticed a strange sensation, almost like a
humming or a 'zap'.
*The naquadah in my blood is resonating with the
naquadah in some of the 'artifacts'. Several of them are of Tok'ra or Goa'uld
design and they contain naquadah.* She went over to the table, picked up a hand
device and started to put it on.
*Whoa! I'm not sure that is a good idea - it's
an old piece of jewelry and probably
Not at all. It will stay in perfect condition for many
thousands of years. Symbiotes have a life expectancy of around 10000 years, so
we believe in quality...unlike some of the things
appear to favour here...*
Tanya started to grumble, when one of the other
students came over to them.
"Tanya! What are you
What if professor Johnson sees you? He is going to
"Sorry. It just looked like it would fit like
this - I wanted to know how it was supposed to be worn." She started to take the
hand device off as the other student returned to what he had been doing, shaking
his head at her.
They had worked on the artifacts for a couple of
hours when Jeremy Jameson entered. He came over to where the students were
working. "Listen, I'm sorry about this morning. Professor Johnson has a temper,
as you well know, but he didn't mean it that way. We don't suspect you of having
done anything. It was just bad luck - the guard dog was probably chasing a cat
or something and they happened to knock over the jar..." he sneezed. "Anyway, we
still don't have much of an idea of what we have found. It looks Egyptian, much
of it. We have decided to send the photos to an expert, so..." he sneezed again,
"...if you have finished taking pictures and cataloguing the find, I would like
to mail the results by the end of the day."
"Actually, we have just finished it." Tanya
said, handing him the notes and the digital camera.
"Thank you." He sneezed again - and again. "Damn
pollen. You don't seem bothered by it today, Tanya? I thought you had hay fever
as well? There's a lot of grass pollen
"I do. However..." Tanya thought frantically.
Her allergy was gone, because of Sheyla, but she couldn't say that! "...however,
I...I found some new tablets that I am trying. They are working great! I haven't
sneezed at all this weekend!"
"That sounds wonderful. What are the tablets
"I...I don't remember right now...I will write
down the name for you for tomorrow."
"OK, thanks. It would be great if it works for
me as well." Jeremy left with the notes and
They spent the rest of the day digging in
section 17B as instructed. Sheyla found the work interminably boring and kept
interrupting Tanya with questions and talked about everything. Tanya started to
get irritated, and Sheyla decided to take a nap. Tanya continued working,
annoyed that Sheyla did not have to. Finally, the work day was over and Tanya
went out to her bicycle, 'nudging' Sheyla awake. The symbiote yawned and
*When did you learn that expression?* Tanya
sounded irritated, *...yes, it is finally time to go home for
*Could we have pizza for dinner? I think that
would be nice...besides, you deserve it after all the hard work!* She giggled.
Tanya moaned and answered in a long-suffering
tone. *Yes, why not...*
They went to the local pizza place on the way
home and picked up a medium-sized one on their way home.
When they had just finished eating, they heard
Tanya's land lady's old car arriving. *Mrs. Wilkins just came back - she is the
lady I rent the room from. She is nice - and she has a cute dog. I'm sure you
will like it if you liked the squirrels in the
after they heard a knock on the door to their room. "Come
The door opened and an elderly, friendly looking
woman came into the room. "Hello, Tanya. I just wanted to tell you that I am
back again...and ask you if you would mind taking Dina for a walk? She always
get restless after a long car drive, the poor thing - and I am
and need to sit down."
"Of course, Mrs. Wilkins. I'll be there in a
"Thank you, dear." Mrs. Wilkins smiled and
closed the door after her.
Tiredly, Tanya got up and started putting on her
*I assume 'Dina' is the name of the
*You assume correctly...I do like it, but I
really didn't want to walk it right now.*
*Me neither, but I believe it would serve us
well to be on good terms with Mrs.
They went to pick up the dog. As soon as it saw
them, it happily ran to them and started dancing around. Tanya bent down and
patted it on the head, then gave Sheyla control. She happily petted the dog for
several minutes while it weaved around their legs and licked her
*So much for the myth about domestic animals being able to detect the presence
of aliens...* Tanya commented sarcastically.
*It is adorable...a living animal...for me to
walk...and touch, and pet...and play with!*
Tanya moaned inwardly at her enthusiastic symbiote.
*...and it seems to be well aware that we will take it for a walk.* Sheyla
*Yes. I walk it almost every day. Mrs. Wilkins
only takes it for small trips, so it is always happy to see me - and about the
prospect of a long walk.*
*It is really cute.* Sheyla smiled happily.
*When we find the Tok'ra, I really hope they will let me keep some
*Didn't you say they lived in underground
tunnels, always on the run? If that is the case I doubt they will have the
opportunity to keep pets.*
*Sadly, you are probably right. We shall
see...Tanya, can I please be in control while we go for this
*Sure, be my guest!*
They walked for a while, Sheyla very focused on the dog and obviously happy.
*Are all Tok'ra this exuberant over everything?*
Sheyla sobered, and was quiet for a little while before she answered her host.
*No...Tanya, I am very young and inexperienced, and everything is new and
interesting to me...however, that is not the main reason. This will most likely
be my only real holiday for a very very long time. When we do find the
Tok'ra I will join the fight against the Goa'uld...or if we learn that I am the
last Tok'ra, I will restart the fight. In either case, it will be a very
hard and dangerous life without time for much fun. I am merely...trying to enjoy
myself to the fullest while I still can.*
*I'm sorry. I hadn't thought of it in that way. Please...have all the fun you
Over the week Tanya/Sheyla spent the evenings at
different pubs and succeeded in winning a total of 507 pounds sterling before it
became too difficult for them to find someone who would risk playing with
It was Saturday evening, and Tanya/Sheyla had
just collected their winnings.
*Maybe we could try just one more place?* Sheyla
*No. We have enough money. Let's go home and eat
and relax. It has been a hard week and we deserve a
*...but it is still early...and I am having
*Too much fun! Did you really
creeps in there?*
*They were not
'creeps'. Some of them were quite cute. Just because you 'suck' at finding a
mate does not mean
to. I don't want to stay a virgin.*
*You have a bad taste - and besides, I am just
being...selective. I do want a...a mate, eventually. Just not
*What about the
*OK...I admit it. He was kind of cute, but we
are still going home!*
Sheyla sighed. *I am a queen...I
mate. I must give birth to more Tok'ra...what if I am the last of my
*Don't be so melodramatic! We'll find the other
Tok'ra. If we actually win enough money -
idea works, we can soon be on our way to finding them. Then we can perhaps find
a cute guy among the Tok'ra and have those symbiote-kids. I don't know any safe
places for them on this planet, and we would have terrible problems finding
hosts for them here anyway.*
*You are correct, of course...Tanya? What you said...have you decided to let me
*I...I didn't think about what I was saying, but...I...I guess I am starting to
get used to you. I would actually miss you if you left, I have to admit
that. So...yes, I suppose so.*
*Thank you!* Sheyla was ecstatic and hugged her host enthusiastically. *Let's go
home and complete the blending immediately!*
*Calm down! Just because I am upgrading your status to permanent resident
doesn't mean I am ready to share all my memories, yet.*
*You don't have to. You can keep some private, as can I. We also can keep some
of our thoughts private, as I have shown you. Please...it is really unpleasant
to have to block thoughts, memories, feelings the whole time.*
*OK...I suppose I agree to it, then...* Tanya
*Good! Thank you...let's celebrate? Perhaps go to a good restaurant? Maybe the
cinema to see a movie?*
*Another day? I really feel like going home to relax. What do you say we rent a
couple of movies and then just buy a pizza on the way home?*
*I suppose we can do that...OK...I do like pizza...but we get to pick one
movie each, right?*
Tanya sighed. *You can pick both, if you like...but no anchovies on the pizza -
that is the price!*
Later that night.
*Zzzzzzz...mphh?* Tanya slowly woke up. *What now?*
*I had a nightmare...I can't fall asleep again.*
*Your fault! I told you not to eat a while bag of crisps on top of a
large pizza - and beer...I'm not surprised.*
*That is not the problem...it is the movie...it was very scary...*
*Yes, it was...and I distinctly remember telling you no horror sci-fi
movies...but did you listen? No, you did not. You claimed that nothing human
imagination could think up could come close to the horrors you can see in your
*All right. I admit it...I was wrong. Happy?*
*Not if it's going to keep you - and thus me - awake!* Tanya realised she was
being unfair. *Sorry. I have had my share of nightmares after watching movies I
should have stayed away from...don't worry about it. It is just a stupid
movie...free fantasy. Body-snatching alien parasites don't exist in reality. Go
back to sleep.* Tanya mentally pulled the covers up over her head.
*Somehow I have a hard time trusting that statement...and so should you, given
what I have told you about the Goa'uld...and, I suppose, given that I am
in your head.*
Tanya thought about it for a moment, then started giggling. *OK...I suppose you
are right about that...I just have a hard time thinking about you in those
*I will take that as a compliment.* Sheyla smiled. *I am feeling much better
now. It helps talking with you. I think I can sleep now...good night.*
*Good night.* Tanya hugged her warmly, and they fell asleep.
Friday, just after noon.
Tanya had taken a half holiday, so they could arrive in London early enough to
buy a nice dress and go to the hairdresser before visiting the casino. They had
packed a backpack with clothing and the gifts for Tanya's brother, and now stood
at the railway station, waiting for the train.
As it rolled into the station, Sheyla looked on with interest. They boarded the
train and found their seat.
*What an unusual mode of transportation!* Sheyla remarked.
*I guess you are far more advanced?*
*Well, some planets are very advanced, but none of those are under Goa'uld rule.
It is not that we symbiotes don't have the knowledge, but the Goa'uld keep their
subjects ignorant in order to maintain the superstition that they are gods. Any
kind of advanced knowledge would be a direct threat to them. As for the
Tok'ra...a secret resistance hiding underground can not risk building any
structures which can be detected.*
The train trip went well and they arrived in London about an hour and a half
later. After checking into a cheap hotel, they first went shopping for a dress,
then they had their hair done. After a quick dinner they went to the casino.
*I can't believe you talked me into buying this dress!* Tanya complained
as she handed her coat to the cloakroom attendant. *It looks like something out
of a James Bond movie...*
*It is suitable for the occasion. It emphasizes our shape and especially our
breasts. I expect it will keep the attention of the males on our body, and make
them less observant of our game. Hopefully we will appear the 'vacuous blond'
rather than a card-counting shark. We will flirt with them and take all their
money.* Sheyla grinned. *While one of us have fun with the men and keep them
occupied...perhaps down some drinks - the other will concentrate on counting
cards. They will never know what hit them, and we will get the money we need.*
*OK...OK, I get it. So...who flirts and who counts cards?*
*Hmmm...maybe I should let you handle most of the social interaction as I do not
have much experience yet. You know...a lake and a stasis jar is not much of a
*I doubt they would notice anything besides my...our cleavage in this
outfit! Believe me! Besides, I don't have any experience in a place like this
either...but...OK, let's try.*
Soon they were sitting at a Blackjack table in a large and richly decorated
room. Sheyla did not appreciate the decor, finding it 'too Goa'uld' in style,
since there was a quite a lot of gold and brocade.
Tanya did her best, pretending to be a not-very-intelligent young woman who had
never played cards before. She smiled seductively at the men, accepted all the
drinks they bought her, and talked happily about nothing in particular.
Meanwhile, Sheyla dutifully counted the cards and kept an eye on everything. She
told Tanya when the count was high, and when she should just bet the house
minimum. It was a good thing Tanya had learned the rules of this game from her
Whenever they won - which was often - Tanya giggled happily and insisted this or
that man was bringing her luck.
Finally it was late evening. Tanya and Sheyla cashed in their chips and left.
They had done very well and had made almost 9000 pounds. They were very tired
and hurried back to their hotel. They were asleep almost before their head hit
the pillow. It had been a long and exhausting day.
They got up around noon and checked out. Sheyla had been too tired - and too
drunk - to think of clearing their systems of the alcohol when they returned the
evening before. This meant she had to fix their hangover now, and she was
feeling somewhat grumpy.
They were both still feeling somewhat queasy. They had deposited the money in
the bank and then walked to the nearest Underground station. They were going to
Tanya's parents house where the party was going to be held.
*We will take the tube to a station not far from where my parents live - it will
not take more than about 20-25 minutes.*
After the relatively short trip they arrived at the 'Ealing Common station' and
got off. The distance to her parents house was no more than about a mile. Since
the weather was nice it was a pleasant walk. Tanya and Sheyla had agreed that
Tanya would stay in control while they visited her parents, to avoid anyone
noticing any unusual behaviour and becoming suspicious.
Later that day, at the birthday party.
Somehow Tanya/Sheyla had ended up sitting beside her brother, Patrick, at the
dinner table. She usually tried to avoid that, as he got very obstinate after a
few drinks. He always insisted on telling her about this or that conspiracy the
government had against the population, often in conjunction with any number of
It was Patrick's birthday, and thus everyone wanted to drink with him. This was
bad, because he was already drunk enough to start talking about his latest alien
conspiracy after 30 minutes - but also good, since the others constantly
interrupted him to toast him.
Sheyla was studying everyone and everything with interest. This was her first
party, and first visit to a Tau'ri family's home. The interactions between
friends and family was fascinating, though she felt left out and soon began
missing being part of the family.
Tanya's brother turned to them again. He looked ready to argue over some of his
"Tanya. I just read this amazing book about the Egyptian pyramids. It is
written by an archaeologist, so you ought to be more open to this theory than
you usually are..."
Tanya mentally rolled her eyes. "You don't say? And what has this...'colleague'
of mine found out? Who is he, by the way?"
"A Doctor Daniel Jackson. He gives very compelling evidence that the pyramids
are really landing platforms for alien spaceships."
*Not at all - quite the contrary. He is correct. The Goa'uld built pyramids in
Egypt among other places. This is very interesting - we need to know
more...perhaps we should seek out this Doctor Jackson. Ask your brother for
*He would think I am making fun of him if I appear too interested.* She looked
at her brother. "I find that extremely difficult to believe. What are his
theories? Does he actually have proof?"
Her brother smiled and very quickly got up from his chair, nearly stumbling as
he was somewhat intoxicated. "Just a moment - I will let you
eva...evaluate that for yourself."
He hurried out of the room. A few moments later he came back, carrying a package
which he handed to Tanya. "Here you go."
"You have bought a gift for me? But it is your birthday?"
"Yes, but you need to read this book!"
Tanya looked curiously at her brother, then unwrapped the gift.
"It is the book I talked about - the one by Doctor Daniel Jackson."
Tanya turned the book over in her hands, looking at the picture of the author,
and reading the short summary. She then flipped through a few pages.
"Thank you. I will read it when I get back home."
"Good. Then you can call me when you have finished it! I'm sure you will agree
with me this time!"
*You may have to...* Sheyla commented to Tanya.
*Not if I can flee the planet and join the Tok'ra first!"
*Technically you have
already joined the Tok'ra, since you are my host...*
*Details! You know
what I meant.*
The rest of the party was uneventful. Next day Tanya/Sheyla went to London Zoo
as they had planned.
While Sheyla liked all the animals in the zoo and was fascinated by the great
variation of species gathered in the same place, she loved the Children's Zoo
most. There were goats, sheep, and llama's, as well as other animals which the
public were allowed to pet. Unfortunately, there were no squirrels or rabbits,
but the goats in particular were funny.
Sheyla sat down in the middle of a small group of goats and starting touching
them, very carefully at first. They seemed friendly enough, and she marvelled at
their fur which was both soft and coarse at the same time. The goats were
accustomed to humans, and they quickly surrounded her when they realised she
seemed to be willing to pet them indefinitely. Tanya was not particularly fond
of goats, and let Sheyla stay in control the entire time.
*Sheyla!* Tanya exclaimed alarmed. *Our shirt is disappearing into the mouth of
one of the goats! It's eating it!*
*Yes, it's cute, isn't it? Wait a minute...they are feeding it enough,
*Yes, don't worry. Goats will try to eat anything, always - in that way they
resemble you, I guess...*
*Nonsense! You are implying that I am gluttonous - I am not. I am merely
curious, which is the hallmark of a great mind!*
Before they could continue, they heard a voice. "You must really like goats!
Most people only stay in there for a short time, but you have been sitting there
for more than half an hour!"
Sheyla turned around, and saw that it was a young man, one of the keepers. She
gave control to Tanya, so she could answer him. He was very handsome and she
immediately became embarrassed. *Say something - he is cute!* Sheyla urged.
*Perhaps, but now is not a good time - we talked about that, remember?
When we get back to the Tok'ra you can play all the seduction schemes you want!*
Out loud she said. "Very funny. Don't you have anything better to do than watch
the customers for half an hour?" She got up, and dusted off her clothing, then
pulled her shirt out of the mouth of the nearest goat. Not looking back she
hurried out of the pen, salvaging whatever was left of her pride. The poor guy
looked rather crestfallen.
They walked around the Zoo for another couple of hours, then left to take the
train home to Hastings.
The next week went without incident. Tanya/Sheyla worked in the archaeological
dig during the day, and then in the evenings they worked on planning their
travel around the world in more detail. They made the decision to start the
journey in one month, when Tanya would have finished working in the dig and
there would still be a couple of weeks before she would start her postdoc
Wednesday morning, the week after.
Tanya/Sheyla arrived at the excavation site. *Whoa! What is going on
here? There is military...SAS even...all over?* Tanya 'exclaimed' as she
parked her bicycle.
*I hope it is not because of me...*
*How could it be? They have no way of knowing about you. It's
probably...maybe they found an old bomb from World War II? It happens sometimes,
*I still fear someone has realised what the stasis jar is...or perhaps something
else has been found...something which obviously is a piece of advanced
technology, even to ignorants!*
*Hey...there is no need to insult us! We have not done that bad! Sheyla,
if what you say is true, then we should flee.*
They had just made the decision when one of the guards saw them and approached.
"Hey! Wait! Who are you? What are you doing here?" The young soldier said.
Tanya sighed. She took out her ID and showed it to him. "I am Tanya Peterson. I
work here - I am one of Professor Johnson's students."
The soldier looked at the ID, then at Tanya. "OK," he smiled. "But I can't let
you leave. We were told to keep everyone here."
Tanya rolled her eyes. "I see. I guess I'm going inside again, then. If you
don't mind me asking...why are there military here?"
"I am not authorized to give you that information." He smiled a little
apologetically. "Besides...I don't know. We weren't told either."
Tanya smiled to him, then walked through the gate in the fence. She was on her
way to the trailer where they usually met before starting the work for the day.
*Well, I guess we are going to find out if they know anything.*
*Don't go to the trailer. Go to the tent with the artifacts you found in the
room my stasis jar was in.*
*What do you want in there?" Tanya wondered as she wandered over to the place.
*I need something...something which will help us get away.*
*You're not going to kill anyone, are you?*
*No, don't worry.*
Just as they were about to enter the tent, Tony - one of the other students -
"Hi, Tanya. We're all in the trailer - they told us to stay there."
"Hi. We will not be allowed to work? Then I'm going home!"
"Didn't they tell you? We're supposed to stay here. They won't let you go
"Watch me!" Tanya said, as she disappeared into the tent.
Tony looked after her for a few moments, then shook his head and returned to the
trailer. He was not going to argue with Tanya when the place was crawling
*Nice. Now they are sure to think something is wrong.*
*Sorry. I am starting to feel a little edgy...what is your plan?* Tanya said.
*We will use the hara'kesh to make any guards that try to stop us forget they
are not allowed to let us go - and forget they even saw us.*
Sheyla picked up a strange ring and put it on. She was about to leave when she
grabbed one of the hand devices and stuck it into her bag.
Tanya did not know what to say, so she kept quiet as Sheyla walked to the gate
in the fence. The same guard as before told her to stop, but she just raised her
hand. A beam of light came from the ring and the guard looked confused. He did
not try to stop them, and a few minutes they were pedaling as fast as possible
on their bicycle, away from the place.
*What did you do to him?* Tanya wondered.
*The hara'kesh can be used to make people confused, and to get them to blank out
and forget all that has happened. He has not suffered any permanent damage, I
*You can do something like that...with that strange ring? I always
thought of you as a harmless, happy and friendly person...*
*I am...for the most part. Though I can do what it takes when it is necessary.
This 'ring' is no normal piece of jewelry. It is a weapon, mostly used for
torture, or for executions by assassins.*
*Nice! I thought only the hand device was a weapon, and that all the other stuff
we found really were jewelry...or various other technological
gadgets...never mind. What now? Soon they will wonder where I went and start
looking for me.*
*Yes. We will have to take the 'tour of the world' now instead of wait a month.*
*And quickly...depending on what they know or suspect, they may close the
airports. This reminds me...we need to get to a bank - as quickly as possible,
to withdraw all our money. When they start looking for me they will close my
They hurried to the nearest bank and got all their money, before they continued
Tanya pulled her large backpack out of the closet and started filling it with as
much clothing and other stuff as she could. She then slid the laptop and its
power supply down into it as well, and looked around.
*Do we need anything else?*
*The piece of paper with our destinations and the plans we have made. They must
not be found. Also...the hand device from our bag...and the potsherd with my
name and lineage on it...*
*Of course. I will put the hand device and the potsherd in our jacket, together
with the hara'kesh - for easier access if we should need them quickly.*
*That is doubtful...but, as you say, it is better to be safe than sorry...*
Soon they had finished packing and ran out the door, almost bumping into the
"Hello, Tanya. You're in a hurry! I thought you were at work?"
"I was." She tried furiously to come up with an excuse. "...but...the city...it
had suddenly found out that we did not have the proper permits...the permission
to dig ran out last week or something. The dig will have to be closed until
Professor Johnson can get the paper work in order...there will be no work for
the rest of the week...or next week either. So...I am going home to visit my
"Oh! Well, I guess it is always nice to get a surprise-holiday...weren't you
home visiting your parents last week?"
"Yes...but that was only for a few days. And mostly to attend my brother's
birthday party. I didn't get to visit my parents very much...talk to them, you
know...anyway. Listen, Mrs. Wilkins...I have to hurry if I am to catch my
"Of course, dear. Have a nice holiday."
"Thank you. Bye!"
They hurried to the bus stop, and waited for the next bus to the railway
station. It soon arrived and they jumped on.
*Where do we go? Do we attempt to get on a plane or do we assume the airports
are closed or at least under surveillance?* Tanya asked.
*That is something you know better than I - if you believe it is likely they are
watching the airports, we should avoid them. Are there any other way out of the
*Yes...we could take a ferry from Harwich. It is not far away. We could then
sail to either Holland or Denmark.*
*Would we be safe once we got there?*
Tanya considered this. *No...I am afraid not. Both countries are small and
heavily populated...and technologically advanced. I would be difficult to hide,
and their airports would have received instructions to look for us as well.*
*Then that is not a good idea.*
*No...it is not. Hah! I know what we should do! We take the train to France,
through the Channel tunnel. France is a much larger country and we will have an
easier time hiding or sneaking out of the country and on to Egypt.*
*Then that is what we will do. Can we take a train directly from here?*
*No, we will have to go to London and board the Eurostar. Then we can go to
Calais or continue on to Paris or somewhere. It is probably safer to get off the
train immediately we get to France and change to some of the smaller, local
trains - or perhaps rent a car.*
They got off the bus at the railway station and went to buy a ticket. Seeing the
train for London arriving at the station, they ran quickly and got on it.
*OK. We should get there with plenty of time to spare - the Eurostar leaves
London at 3:30pm.* Tanya relaxed back in the seat and closed her eyes for a
moment. It seemed they would be able to make it.
SGC. Same day. About 3:30pm UK time/8:30am US Mountain time.
Having been informed of the events in Britain, Jack O'Neill had decided to join
the teams going there to catch the Goa'uld. He had just arrived in Stargate
The nearest Daedalus-class battle-cruiser - the Apollo, had been recalled
and was ready to beam them all to Britain as soon as everyone was ready.
O'Neill was being briefed on the latest events by General Landry, when the door
opened and Walter Harriman stuck his head inside. "We have just received word
from SG-1 that the Goa'uld has been spotted on an Eurostar train. It seems
sending out her photograph worked. The ticket collector know where she is
sitting, but has not approached her other than to check her ticket. They will be
at Ashford station in just under 30 minutes, where they will hold the train and
we will try to capture her."
"Sounds good. Thank you." Landry turned to O'Neill. Seems it is time to go. Good
"Thanks!" O'Neill got up to go and joined the others, when he heard the
announcement of an off-world activation."
"Ah. That must be the rest of your group arriving." Landry noted.
"The rest of our group? That better not be snakeheads!"
"Jack...relax. We need the Tok'ra on this one. I know they are not on your list
of favourite people, but try not to make this mission any more difficult than it
already is, will you?"
O'Neill grumbled something, then nodded. "I will try. It's not just up to
me, you know..."
They signalled the Apollo and were beamed to the ship and then on to a
cleared room at Ashford Station. There they met up with SG-1 and Captain Adams.
"The train will be here in just under 15 minutes." Adams said. "We know the
Goa'uld is on the train and we will meet with the ticket controller when the
train arrives. The Goa'uld is probably in possession of a hara'kesh and a hand
device, so everyone is to proceed with caution."
A group was chosen to board the train in an effort to surround and capture the
Goa'uld. If she somehow made it off the train, there would be guards with
tranquilizer darts posted everywhere.
The two Tok'ra - Johan/Malek and Freya/Anise - had been given US Air Force
uniforms to better blend in with the others. Freya, who was currently in
control, seemed to be somewhat unhappy with her clothing. She attempted to first
tighten it, then open it. Nothing seemed to make her happy. Daniel grinned
friendly at her. She smiled back.
It had been decided that Freya/Anise would be in the group boarding the train,
together with SG-1 and Captain Adams. Malek would observe from the outside
together with O'Neill.
After taking up their places, O'Neill and Malek waited in silence for a little
"You know," O'Neill said, breaking the silence. "I had kinda hoped something
like this wouldn't happen - that we were free of all snakes in the
"If by 'snakes' you refer to Goa'uld, then your hope was premature. While all
the System Lord's and most of the more important Goa'uld are gone, there are
many thousands of prim'ta in Jaffa who do not rely on tretonin. Any one of those
will attempt to take a host and rise to power as it matures. Of course, there
are likely only a few queens left, making the problem smaller than it could have
"Good. Hopefully the last of their kind will be gone soon." O'Neill said,
looking pointedly at Malek.
"If you are including the Tok'ra among the 'snakes' you hope will soon be
relegated to the realms of history, I am afraid I must disappoint you. While we
do not have a queen, and admittedly are few - for symbiotes we are also quite
young. There are likely to still be Tok'ra in 7-8000 years, unless you have
knowledge of something you have not shared with your allies and which will cause
the death of even more Tok'ra than your reckless behaviour has up until now."
"Wow...did you rehearse that?"
Before they could continue their squabble, the train rolled into the station and
stopped. Guards were posted at all the doors and no one was allowed to get off.
SG-1, Adams, and Freya/Anise boarded the train and met with the ticket
controller who had reported seeing Tanya.
Adams took out a picture of Tanya and showed it to the man. "You are certain
this is the person?"
Looking at the photo, the controller smiled. "Oh...yeah, it's her all right.
Like I would forget seeing someone like her. It's not every day there's such a
hottie on the train."
Vala rolled her eyes, but surprisingly kept quiet. The group hurried towards the
seat the controller had indicated as being Tanya's.
Tanya was sitting at the very end of one of the carriages, just inside the doors
to the passage way. She and Sheyla were discussing their plans, when
suddenly the symbiote froze and looked up.
*What is it?*
*Another symbiote...most likely a Goa'uld.* She indicated the group coming
towards them from the other end of the carriage. *I believe it is the woman
nearest to us...* Sheyla had gotten up while she spoke, grabbed her jacket, and
now quickly left through the nearby door. The group behind them increased their
*Damn...those guys are US Air Force...there are Goa'uld in the US Air Force?*
Tanya wondered as Sheyla looked out the exit doors of the train. There was a
guard beside each. She did not waste any time answering her host, but ran
through the next carriage. Looking around, she saw no way out. In desperation
she ended up running into a toilet and locking door behind her.
Quickly surveying the room, she grabbed the trash bin and tried to smash the
window with it. It did not budge.
*Probably some type of plastic or armed glass.* Tanya offered.
Sheyla pulled the hand device from their pocket and put it on. She then aimed a
strong shock wave towards the window, blowing it out of its frame. The recoil
pushed them against the wall, but they were not harmed.
Sheyla quickly recovered and jumped out the window just as they sensed a
symbiote on the other side of the toilet door.
They had only run a short distance when they again felt a symbiote, this time
ahead of them. Panicking, Sheyla looked around her for a place to hide.
"The Goa'uld is just over there!" Johan shouted at O'Neill, pointing towards
O'Neill glared shortly at him for forgetting to say 'the fugitive', then spun
"There! The young woman with the hand device!"
The nearby guards saw her at the same time O'Neill did, and reacted quickly.
They fired their tranquilizer darts at her, just as she raised the hand with the
hand device towards them.
Sheyla looked down at the two darts that had hit her, feeling herself and her
host slowing down. Using all her strength and will power, she reached down and
pulled one of them out before she joined her host in unconsciousness. They fell
to the ground, their head hitting a bench as they fell.
"Phew. For a moment I thought the darts wouldn't work..." O'Neill sounded
"Of course they worked!" Anise said, having just jumped out of the train. "It is
a new formulae we made specifically to tranquilize Goa'uld quickly...it will
even keep the symbiote unconscious longer than the host...useful for
"Of course you have..." O'Neill grumbled, too low for anyone to hear.
Meanwhile, Anise had relieved Sheyla of both her hand device and the hara'kesh.
She had kneeled down and was examining the woman's head.
"The damage seems to be superficial. The symbiote will easily heal it when she
"Good. And then you get the snake out of her." O'Neill said. Not waiting for a
reply, he motioned to two guards that they should pick up the young woman. They
carried her into an empty room at the station. When everyone was in there
O'Neill signalled the Apollo and they were beamed up, then down to the
Upon arrival Tanya/Sheyla were taken to an isolation room in the infirmary.
"When do you expect her to wake up?" Dr. Lam asked.
"The host should awake in about 90 minutes - the symbiote about an hour later.
The drug is made specifically to work strongest on the symbiote." Anise
"You will inform us the moment the host becomes conscious. We need to get as
much information as possible before the symbiote wakes up." Malek added.
Dr. Lam looked over at Landry. "She is my patient now. She hit her head
when she fell - I will not allow you to interrogate her until she is strong
"It is just 'a bump on the head' - as you would say. The symbiote will remedy it
as soon as it awakes. Even now they are healing faster than a normal human
would." Anise pointed out.
"I am sorry, Doctor Lam, but I will have to agree with the Tok'ra. We need to
know as much as possible before the Goa'uld wakes up. Just make sure Miss
Peterson will be as comfortable as possible." Landry said.
Looking less than happy, Dr. Lam nodded. She turned to her patient as the others
left to examine the contents of her backpack and clothing for any clues to the
symbiotes identity and plans.
"Prepare an MRI - despite what the others say, I want to make sure she has no
serious damage." Dr. Lam told one of her nurses.
SG-1, Landry, O'Neill, and the two Tok'ra were seated in a conference room.
"What have you been able to learn about the Goa'uld?" Landry asked.
"For one thing, she was loaded...we found 9000 British pounds in her
money belt." Mitchell commented. "From what Adams's research has found, she
apparently won them, in Blackjack at a casino in London."
"Unusual strategy for a Goa'uld...but sneaky." Daniel said, smiling.
"The host is Tanya Peterson. She is 25 years old and has just finished her PhD
in archaeology. She is from Ealing - a London suburb, where her parents still
live. We believe Miss Peterson must have either deliberately or accidentally
broken the stasis jar open. This happened almost 3 weeks ago, and she has been a
host since. The Goa'uld has managed to pretend to be her - to a degree where
no one, not even her parents, suspected anything...we found a list of
flight destinations in her backpack. It seems to be an evenly-spaced grid laid
over the planet. This is probably what she needed the money for. She is
obviously looking for something."
"The chaapa'ai." Anise said. "She is looking for a way off this planet.
Travelling to those destinations around the planet enables her to get close
enough to sense it."
"Reasonable assumption, I guess." Daniel said.
"Any idea who the Goa'uld is?" O'Neill asked.
"No. We did not find the shard missing from the jar in her backpack." Daniel
"I would have thought she would have brought it, since she went to the trouble
of taking it from the dig." Mitchell said.
Vala looked at Mitchell. "I think she did...didn't she have a jacket? Where is
it? Perhaps the shard is in one of the pockets."
"You're right, she did. It must still be in my office, together with the
backpack. I remember everything was brought there." Daniel broke in.
"Good. Doctor Jackson - go and get the jacket, then join the rest of us in the
Goa'uld's isolation room."
When they came down to the infirmary, they met Dr. Lam just outside the door to
the isolation room.
"Be careful...she is not happy."
"That's not surprising - given that she has a snake in her head, dammit!"
They entered the room, to see Tanya sitting up in the bed looking very agitated.
"Who are you people? What have you done to my poor Sheyla? Why is she
"You're sure the snake is still asleep?" O'Neill asked, turning to Dr. Lam.
"Yes. We are monitoring the vital signs of both. The symbiote is still
"Are you a Goa'uld?" Tanya demanded, looking at Anise, then Malek. "We will
never surrender, even in death!"
Malek and Anise looked at each other, somewhat surprised. Before they could say
anything, Daniel ran into the room. holding up the shard from the stasis jar.
"Take a look at this...I don't think it's a Goa'uld we are dealing with."
"I concur. The situation does not seem to be what we thought." Anise turned to
Tanya. "We are not Goa'uld, we are Tok'ra."
"You are Tok'ra? So are we! Wait...can you prove it? Before you answer that...is
Sheyla going to be all right?"
"We are allied to the them...to the Tok'ra." Daniel said. "I assure you - they
really are Tok'ra."
"You need not worry, Tanya. Your symbiote...Sheyla?...willl wake up soon. She is
merely under the effect of a drug we have created specifically to sedate
"Doctor Jackson, what does it say on the potsherd? We need to know if 'Sheyla'
really is a Tok'ra." Landry said.
"It is highly doubtful that the host would speak favourably of a
Goa'uld, and be worried for her. I think we can assume she is a Tok'ra."
Anise pointed out.
"True. Still, I would like to see what is written on the fragment." Malek said.
Daniel handed it to him. "Here."
"What does it say?" Mitchell wondered.
"Sheyla of the Tok'ra, of the house of Egeria." Malek read. "And it has the
secret mark Egeria used."
"So now you believe me? That Sheyla is a Tok'ra?" Tanya asked.
"Yes." Malek said.
"Thank you. That is most gracious of you!" Tanya said sarcastically. Moments
later her eyes glowed, as Sheyla woke up and came to the fore.
She had a blank look for a few moments, as she spoke with her host, then she
looked up at first Anise, then Malek.
"Tanya informs me that you are Tok'ra."
"We are." Malek said.
"We too are Tok'ra...I had feared all the Tok'ra had been killed...we would very
much like to join you."
"You shall be most welcome." Malek smiled at her. "I fear our numbers have grown
few, but some of us still survives."
"Listen, it's all well and good, this happy little family reunion...but before
you continue I would like a word with Miss Peterson - if you don't mind."
O'Neill said, glowering at the Tok'ra.
"Of course. You have but to ask." Sheyla bowed her head and Tanya was given
"You wanted to speak with me?"
"Yes...assuming you are you...never mind..." O'Neill added quickly, as
the other Tok'ra gave him an angry look. "I just wanted to know...are you really
sure you want to keep the snake?"
"Snake?" Tanya asked, confused. "What snake?"
"The symbiote...Sheyla." Daniel said quickly, giving O'Neill a sharp look.
"Sheyla is not a snake! Of course I want to keep her - what a ridiculous
question! She is my best friend..." Tanya grinned. "Though I will admit it took
me a little while to get used to at first." She turned to Dr. Lam. "Are we free
to get out of bed? Sheyla has taken care of the bump on my head."
"Yes, I guess you are...that reminds me...I did an MRI, to make sure there was
no serious damage from the fall - there isn't, by the way - but there is
"What do you mean...strange?" Tanya wondered.
"Not you...the symbiote, Sheyla." Dr. Lam took a print-out from a folder. It was
an MRI-scan. "I ended up doing an extra imaging/scan to get the whole
picture...take a look. The symbiote is much longer than what I have seen
before...and it seems to be connected to...to the hosts reproductive organs.
I've never seen anything like it before." She handed the picture to Malek, who
looked at it with a shocked expression.
"What's up?" O'Neill demanded.
"She...she is a queen!" Malek managed to get out. Anise snatched the
print-out, then looked just as surprised - and happy.
"Yes...Sheyla is a queen." Tanya confirmed.
"What! Like...like Hathor?" O'Neill sounded distinctly less than
enthused. Daniel paled visibly at the memory of Hathor, and discreetly edged
further away from them.
"Yes. Except this queen is a Tok'ra...Egeria's daughter!" Malek said,
Ever practical, Anise turned to Tanya. "Sheyla need to be updated on the events
of the last 800 years. We should begin her education immediately. Then...as
Malek said, we have grown far too few. As a queen we expect you to increase our
"That sounds reasonable." Sheyla said, having been given control. She smiled a
bit naughty, "I believe I will need a mate to fulfill my duties...Anise, do you
happen to know any cute, single Tok'ra men?" She threw Malek a quick sideways
Disgusted, O'Neill left the room, leaving the Tok'ra to discuss their suddenly
much brighter future.