SGC
Cheyenne Mountain Base
Gate Room

“Well, everybody got their seat belts fastened?” General O’Neill asked as he looked around at his old team mates and their new member. Jeez, she looked good in that.

The wormhole opened with a great flourishing whoosh. Calla looked up at her husband. “I really hate this.” She confessed.

“I know.” He said sympathetically and trying to forget the little tiff in the car. “Take my hand, everything’s all right.”

Colonel Carter and Teal’c walked through first followed by General O’Neill and finally Doctor & Mrs. Jackson. Behind them, back at command, the wormhole closed.

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Ambassador Omar and a group of his people were waiting for them when they emerged on the other side. “Greetings! I am so glad to see all of you.” He said with a warm smile. “I hope your journey was pleasant.”

“Ambassador, good to see you again.” General O’Neill replied and stuck out his hand. “Thanks for the big welcome.”

“Yes, well, we are delighted to have you here.” With the last few words he spoke his eyes fell upon Calla. “Mrs. Jackson, I am very pleased you came to visit our world.”

“I am honored to have been invited.” She returned lightly while she slipped her hand into Daniel’s.

“Come this way, please.” Ambassador Omar waved toward the path in front of them. It was lined with participants and onlookers. People in native dress tossed flowers, waved and said ‘hello’ as they passed by. “We have rooms prepared for you and our leaders are most anxious to meet all of you.”

Calling his attention to her was the increasing pressure in his hand. “It’s ok,” Daniel whispered, “this happens sometimes. Just smile and wave.” He felt her take in and exhale a large unsteady breath and looked down to see that pretty but fake smile on her face, she waved at the people without making eye contact with any of them. Something in the air around them changed, shifted, she was shaking. Those looking on and wishing them welcome probably didn’t notice it but he felt her tremble. The hair on the back of his rose in sharp spikes. Daniel looked around as they crowd passed by and realized they were all looking at her. Putting a reassuring arm around her shoulders and pulling her in close while they walked, he again whispered that everything was all right. Trying to be as discreet as possible about it, he turned around to note that the men behind them were all taking a long hard look at the small red haired woman. She could feel their eyes on her and that’s why she didn’t look at them, why they were all just a blur as she went on past. Calla didn’t want to see their faces because the weight of their stare was enough.

Doctor Jackson wanted nothing more than to turn around, punch up the Gate and take his wife home. The procession line was ending and at the end was a vehicle waiting to take them to the city. “Jack?” He hissed. General O’Neill looked over at him. “Do you see them or is it me?”

“See wh….” Jack looked around and didn’t need anyone to point out anything further. “What the hell?”

“I don’t know.” Calla’s weight leaned further against him and even under the jacket and t-shirt Daniel felt her go cold as they reached the vehicle. An attendant opened the door and they all climbed inside.

“I don’t like this.” Jack muttered as he looked out the window.

“Like what, sir?” Samantha asked as she settled onto the seat.

“Look at them.” Teal’c exclaimed. “Callestah, are you all right?” The vehicle pulled away from the curb.

No, she wasn’t all right. She was absolutely quite and absolutely still as she sat there. “Hey, Kitty,” Daniel said in a soft voice, “Kitty, look at me.”

“Why do they look at me like that?” Calla asked. “I don’t like it.”

“I know.” His eyes plead with Jack for an answer or a way out.

“Look, we’ll get into the city, she’ll say ‘hello’ and then you can make up whatever excuse you want, I don’t care, we’ll get her back here and home within the hour.” He couldn’t help himself; Jack reached a hand across the seat and laid it over the top of hers. “Can you do that, Calla? Just walk in and look around and then we’ll get you back here soon as we can.”

The mind was an amazing thing. How many years had it been since she’d had to walk a procession like that? Four. The last time was Yehweh on Tiberia, the night she met Daniel—for the second time. Yet that time and space meant nothing at all. The events of a lifetime couldn’t change the events of the past. How strong memories can be. The mind can play cruel tricks sometimes, for the first time in four years she found herself actually appreciating having had Naganti Kanan at her side in times like this; no man was going to cross him to get to her….no man. She felt the same way about Ares. Calla always worried about Daniel, at times like these felt she had to be strong for him. “Yes, of course.” Calla took in a deep breath and seemed to return to herself. “I’m sorry, all of you.” She said in a light dreamy voice and looked up at Daniel. “You know how crowds bother me.”

“Yeah, I do.” Calla’s dislike of crowds had many levels to it but one of them was the men who gawked at her just as those in the procession did. Usually it wasn’t as bad as it had been back there no that was an especially spectacular display. However they did look at her and several times he’d ended up very politely guiding her out of one store or another because he didn’t like the stares she was getting. Through it all, Calla never looked up and she never looked back. It was the same with the procession.

“Everything’s fine.” Calla smiled for him. “I’m very sorry if I frightened anyone. I’m just a little light-headed from the trip and it is very warm here.” Calla patted both Jack and Daniel’s hands had been resting on her own. “Really, there’s nothing wrong. I’m fine.”

Oh, boy, here we go. “Ok,” he didn’t want to push the matter in front of the rest of them. No, Calla would not appreciate that….on many levels. The vehicle was slowing and pulling to the side. “I guess this is our stop.” Jack could pout all he liked but Daniel wrapped his arms around his wife and gave her a tight hug. “Ready?” He felt her nod her head. “Let’s go.” Daniel opened the door and they climbed out of the back seat hand in hand.

“This looks more like a hotel than a consulate.” Sam remarked to the Ambassador who was waiting for them.

“It is.” Steffen said. “I thought you would like to get settled and refresh yourselves before the meeting.” Turning his back to them he looked over his shoulder to be sure they were following him inside. “This is one of the oldest and finest resting establishments in Uray, I’m sure your stay here will be very comfortable.”

Inside the building was another smaller procession. Oh, for Christ sake! Daniel thought. However, this time her hand did not apply added pressure in his and he looked down to see her smiling still. SG-1 and their guest were introduced to the manager of the hotel and some of the wait staff. Calla shook hands with each but not give the light curtsey she did to those she considered to be superior to her.

Arriving on the fifth floor they found that not only did they have their own rooms but the entire floor was cordoned off for their use. The Ambassador handed keys over to them and informed them that he would return in two hours to take them to the consulate. Until then they were free to rest or walk around the town, the people were anxious to greet them. With his entourage behind him the Ambassador walked off down the hall leaving SG-1 alone in the corridor.

Looking around at each other as they stood in the hall, one by one they focused on the smallest among them. Calla seemed to have perked up, to have brightened a bit. She didn’t look dazed and Daniel couldn’t feel her shaking any more.

“Would you all please stop staring at me?” Calla asked politely. “I’m fine now, it was just…” her voice trailed off as she searched for the right phrase, “…a panic attack.” She finished.

Yeah, well, whatever, Daniel thought as looked down at her. Those men probably caused a panic attack but what is it that makes them stare at her that way? “Three hours, four tops, and we’re outta here.” Was what he said.

“No, I will stay.” She told him and took the key from his hand. “Please believe me, I’m feeling much better now.” Slipping the key into the lock of room number 5, she glanced back over to her shoulder to give her husband a sly look. “Much better.” Calla opened the door and went inside leaving the door open behind her.

“I think you’re being beckoned for.” Jack said with a smile as he looked past Daniel’s shoulder to see Calla taking off the olive drab jacket.

“Two hours?” Daniel asked his back was to her and he didn’t see what was going on behind him.

“Yep,” he didn’t stop looking at her as she tossed the jacket onto a chair, turned her back to him and let her hair down. Inside the room, off to right stood a large mirror, in it Jack saw her face and the soft expression there. “Use ‘em any way you want to.” Finally he looked down at Daniel with a sigh. “Come on kids, let’s leave the lovebirds alone.” Jack, Sam and Teal’c went off to their respective rooms.

Calla looked up when she heard the door shut. “Why don’t you let me do that?” Daniel asked as he walked toward her noticing she was about to remove the black t-shirt. “I do so love to undress you.” In a long drawn out motion, he pulled it up past her belly button, revealed her black satin bra and took it over her head; Daniel tossed it to the floor. “Jack says we have two hours.”

“Hummm,” she cooed and slipped the green jacket from him. “That’s a long time.” Off with the shirt. It joined hers on the floor. Slender arms wrapped round his waist while she pulled herself in close to him.

“I see you really are feeling better.”

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“I dunno,” Daniel kissed the top of her head. “Have you ever heard the story of The Boy Who Cried ‘Wolf’?” He let out a light laugh.

“I don’t cry ‘wolf’.” Calla protested.

“No, you’re just the opposite. Just about every time you tell me you’re ‘fine’, you’re not. So how should I know when to believe you?”

With a sigh and shake of her head, Calla’s hand moved around to the front. She unbuckled his belt and undid the fatigues. “Give me a moment and I’ll make you believe me.” Calla lowered to her knees and the fatigues slid down to his ankles.

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Mirrors were strange and wonderful things he thought as he leaned his massive body forward to take in the image of Calla down on her knees before her husband. The part of which no longer waked began to tingle. An unbound hand pumped up and down on the shaft while her lips wrapped around the same, he could almost feel the heat of her breath and the curl of her tongue. His hand reaching down between his legs at his own touch, his dark eyes rolled backward in his head. It wouldn’t be long now. She was here and she’d be his again.

Opening his eyes he saw Jackson’s hips rocking back and forth, his hands on each side of her head as he stood over her, sweat breaking out his forehead. In the mirror he protested that he did not want to climax yet but the woman between his legs didn’t listen. The reply to his protest was for her to work faster, take him down longer, to suck him harder. Her body moved and arced as she worked. Jackson wasn’t left with another option. The strength went out of his knees and he dumped a hot and, from the look on his face, hard load into her mouth, she swallowed it down.

The expression on the man’s face told him everything. He knew what he felt like to cum in her mouth. Soon she would heal him and he would know it again. In the mirror, Jackson was bringing her back to her feet.

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“Did you bring it with you?” He was asking.

“Yes.” She replied.

“Get it.” Daniel sat down on the bed and ripped off the combat boots and sock so he could finally be free of the pants which were restricting him so. Coming back into the mirror’s view, Calla handed him a big blue fake penis and began to undo the fatigues.

“No, no, no.” Daniel took her hands away. “That’s my job and I really want to do it.” Laying her down on the bed, he took off the combat boots, the socks, and slowly slid down the fatigues until they joined all the other articles of clothing on the floor. She lay under him in her favorite pair of black panties and matching bra. “I do so love to unwrap this present.” He commented.

“Even though the gift inside is always the same?” Calla quipped.

“It never fails to surprise and delight me.” Unhooking the front-hook bra, Calla slid out of it below him. “Yeah, with you, it’s always Christmas.” Stretching his naked body out beside hers in full view of the mirror behind them, one soft palm closed over a waiting breast while his warm lips enveloped the other nipple. Her back arched and her hand closed down at the back of his head keeping it tightly in place. Above him she sighed out his name.

The hand massaging her delicate breast slid down the flat of her stomach and back up again. Down and up and all around the curves of her torso before the finger tips slipped under the silk panties.

“Kiss me,” she begged softly, “I love you.”

“I love you,” his lips touched down over hers.

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A loud growl was heard coming from the room in which the Master sat watching Jackson and his wife.

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There were other things happening on the fifth floor of the finest hotel in Uray.

In his room General O’Neill stood naked under cold jets of water with a hard-on that just wouldn’t quit. Taking the soap in one hand and his swollen cock in the other General O’Neill began to relieve himself of the tension he felt.

Teal’c in his room was suffering from a similar affliction. Rather than dousing it with cold water and trying to make it go away, he gave in immediately and sat in the leather chair stroking off.

Colonel Carter was hornier than she could remember. She tried the old three-finger shuffle and found it most unsatisfying. There was something about this itch that was just too deep for her hand to reach. Laying naked on the bed, her legs spread up and out like a frog, she took the beverage bottle—about the size of an old fashioned glass Coke bottle-- and inserted between her legs. Her own hands ran over her supple body like a lover, she found herself wondering what Jack was doing at this moment. Perhaps he’d like a little company. Or maybe, since Daniel and Calla were undoubtedly already engaged down the hall, they’d like a third to join them.

All three of them shared another common problem; the climax they were reaching so desperately for was eluding them. Jack turned the hot water on. Teal’c found a bottle of lotion. Sam changed position from her back to her knees to get the bottle deeper inside her. The heat kept rising and they kept flying but still, they had to keep working for what they wanted.

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In room five tucked away from the rest of the world and oblivious to its’ problems, Daniel brought his wife up to her knees. “Look,” he whispered as he bent close to her from behind. Lost in the heated paradise, Calla’s eyes opened and she found herself looking at the image of Daniel making love to her from behind. “Isn’t she beautiful? Look at her.” He thrust deeper into her.

Calla didn’t know if the woman in the mirror was beautiful, she didn’t think so but she was glad that Daniel did. She didn’t want to look at her reflection of the images in the mirror to her Daniel was definitely the more beautiful of the two. “Make love to her.” Calla cooed. “Harder.” She insisted. “More.” Was her demand. “Faster.”

To her plea he rose up so that he was on one knee and used the free foot to get that leverage he loved so much when he was doing this with her. The slick muscle surrounding him began to throb and Calla bowed low before him. Her hands gripped the sheets tight, as tight as the breath in her lungs. “Yes, cum with me, baby, don’t hold back.”

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It was no growl which came from the Master’s room this time; it was a very loud crash as he heaved an entire silver tea service across the room. Soon there would be none of that, not once she was back in his bed where she damn well belonged. Jackson spoiled her. In the mirror he noticed that the familiar scars that graced the flesh of her back were gone. Yes, he spoiled her. That was all right, he’d have a right fine time putting her back in her place.

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In room five the entwined bodies of Doctor and Mrs. Jackson came together.

Jack stumbled back against the tile as he shot a hard load in the shower.

Teal’c shot one all over his chest.

Sam stifled a cry and lay breathless on her bed.

End of Chapter Two
Daughter of the Gods: Departure
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