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Lovers & Other Strangers
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Moon Mistress
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Lisa Beth Darling

Chapter Nine

Change, ain't nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'
Changed, ain't nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'
Unchained
Van Halen (with Dave! No Sammy!)

Ares, exhausted and his magick almost spent, appeared once more in the Jackson kitchen where Colleen and Patrick were still talking. “Where…are…..they?” He snarled grabbing Colleen by the collar and hauling her to her feet.

“Get your hands off her,” Patrick demanded rising immediately to his feet.

“Do you know who I am, boy?”

“I don’t give a damn who are, if you don’t let go of her I’m gonna pound you.” He threatened without thinking. The man was one hell of a lot bigger than he was and probably outweighed our boy Paddy by a good, oh, 2 or 3 hundred pounds but that didn’t matter, no way was he going to let anyone put their hands on her like that. “Now, asshole, let her go.” Patrick, no slouch by anyone’s estimation, cocked his fist back and made ready to let it fly.

“WHERE ARE THEY?” Ares thundered and his voice shook the windows and rattled the entire house. “Where has Jackson taken her?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Umpa.” Colleen stood up and reached out to Patrick making him lower his arm. “They’re not here.”

“I know that! I have been all over this world and I cannot find Callestah tell me where he’s taken her! What planet have they escaped to?”

“What planet?” Patrick asked and thought he should finish that statement with ‘are you on?’ but thought better of it. It wasn’t that long ago that the discovery of other beings was made, pixies, elves, dwarves, fairies and the like. “You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Patrick said in almost accusatory voice.

“I can explain this, Pat.”

“Yeah, like the way you said that this one came in the front door and I just didn’t see him? No way, he just materialized then as he did now.”

“Let him go,” Ares said harshly, “we’ve more important things to discuss. I have to find your Mother!”

“Look if Dad was going to take her somewhere he’d tell me and he didn’t say anything like that.” Colleen ran a hand through her strawberry blonde hair and huffed a big sigh. Just when things were going so well between her and Patrick! “But if you’re so hell-bent on believing otherwise then why don’t you go ask Uncle Jack? Because if Dad did take her….”

Poof. Ares disappeared from the kitchen off to throttle one General Jack O’Neill and make him spill the whereabouts of Callestah and her men.

“Sit down,” Colleen said in a shaking voice, “I really can explain but that doesn’t mean you’ll like it.” What with recent events and so many magickal beings coming out of hiding to help the mortals fight for their world it didn’t seem like she had to keep who and what they were a secret any longer. “That’s my Grandfather, his name is Ares and yes as in thee Ares Greek God of War, that’s him.”

“You’re a Goddess?” Patrick stammered but looking at her he thought of course she was a Goddess just look at her. Colleen was stunningly beautiful, smart as whip and stronger than anyone he’d ever known physically and emotionally. He watched her grimace and nod her head.

“Only half, does that count?” She asked biting on her bottom lip the way her Mother so often did.

Patrick sat down. “You just said you’d go out with me Saturday night.”

“Yeah, do you still want me to?”

“A real Goddess.”

“I’m an Olympian, we’re not Gods, we’re just a little different that’s all.”

“I’m goin’ out with a Goddess Saturday night,” Patrick let out a little snicker, “can you beat that? I’ll be damned.” He smiled wide.

**

Jack had a long boring day discussing things like napkins and hors’dourves with the chief. He didn’t care one wit about any of that and longed for the days—short as they were—when Calla took care of diplomatic dinners, engagements and general gatherings. Just about to call it quits for the evening and make the long drive home to where Sam was waiting for him Jack was rudely yanked out of his daydreams regarding his upcoming evening by a blinding flash of red light. “Holy! Ar----“

“Where did you send them?” The God of war raged grabbing O’Neill by the collar and hauling him to his feet. “Tell me now! What planet did you send them to?” As he made his demands Ares was lost to his rage and large droplets of spit flew from his lips as he shook Jack impatient for an answer.

Startled at first but then angered by the intrusion Jack kicked the big man in the kneecaps. “What the hell?” Jack pushed Ares away. “What is your problem?”

“WHERE ARE THEY?” Once again the surrounding glass shook and resounded with the thunder in his voice.

“I don’t know.” Jack returned. “I didn’t send them anywhere.” It was futile to ask who Ares was talking about of course he was talking about Calla and Daniel.

“Listen to me you stubborn mule,” Ares said shaking his big finger in Jack’s face. “I have been all over this world…all over it! They are not anywhere! That leaves you…where did they escape to? Tell me now or I will tear you limb from limb while Samantha watches.”

“Whoa! Look, big guy, I can see you’re pissed but you have to believe me, I didn’t send them anywhere and they haven’t used the Stargate to escape or leave this planet. It’s not my problem you can’t find your own Daughter.”

“Fool! Callestah is in danger; I know you know where they are…”

“I don’t! The last time I saw Daniel he was taking off after her…”

“When was this? Tell me O’Neill!”

“This afternoon. They were here seeing Adams, I tried to talk to Daniel but he just blew me off.” Ares’ earlier words sunk into Jack’s mind. “Danger? What danger?”

Ares let go of jack completely and began pacing the large office in big purposeful strides. “Megan has gone after her.” He said thoughtfully.

“Who’s Megan?”

“The clone, that’s what she insists on calling herself,” he groused heavily. “If Callestah has not left this world then where is she?”

“Hiding.” Jack suggested.

“You don’t understand if she were here I would feel her. I would be able to find her! She is not on this planet…where did you…”

“Look, for the last time! They didn’t use my Stargate…”

“Your Stargate, how arrogant.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t belong to you now does it?” Jack said smartly. “They didn’t use it so they have to be here somewhere, maybe she’s blocking you.” He suggested. “Ya know, I saw her, she looked like death warmed over when they got back from your domain. What happened to her?”

“Not your concern.”

“Yeah? Maybe not but maybe whatever is was is the reason you can’t find her.” Jack suggested. “Maybe she doesn’t want you to know where she is.”

O’Neill’s words hit Ares like a bolt from Zeus’ staff. Maybe she doesn’t want you to know where she is. Of course she doesn’t that would interfere with her plans, wouldn’t it? Suddenly he knew that O’Neill was telling the truth and they were on this planet. “Zeus’ Dungeon,” Ares mumbled and disappeared.

“What? Where? Awww….damnit! No one tells me anything.” Jack railed at the air and the telephone on his desk began to ring. “Oh for cryin’ out loud! Doesn’t it ever stop?” He grabbed the handset. “O’Neill.” Jack barked into the phone.

“Uncle Jack, its Cole.”

“Your Grandfather just left. What is going on?”

Quickly as she could Colleen filled her Uncle Jack in on the current strange events. She couldn’t find her Mother or her Father and Uncle David disappeared from the second floor. “Do you know where Zeus’ Dungeon is?” Jack asked. “Or what it is.”

Colleen thought and thought and thought about it. Was it on the Island or was it on the top of Olympus? “The Island, it’s in Zeus’ palace on the Island. Is that where Umpa went?”

“I think so. You just sit still ok, I’m gonna get Sam and Teal’c and then we’re coming to you.” Jack hung up and bolted from his office.

**

With a grand flourish Ares appeared in his Father’s bedroom. “Why did you open the door for her?!” His big voice boomed in the darkness. “Why do you deny me this way?”

Old tired eyes rolled open as an old tired heart jumped to life. “What are you babbling about?” Zeus asked in a very nonchalant voice. He was never surprised when his Son acted the brut.

Something in the Old Man’s eyes led Ares to believe he was telling the truth and had no idea what Ares was talking about. But he had to because no one but Zeus could open the goddamn door! “Megan has Callestah in your Dungeon.” Ares loomed over the elderly God of Gods. “You helped her. Why? What do you want?”

Now as the light dawned on him, Zeus sat up quickly to climb out of his big feather bed. “I did not open the door for her or anyone else.” He said thoughtfully. “It’s impossible to for an Olympian to travel the astral inside, I swear, on my life I did not open the door. How would they even get inside?”

“I don’t know and what does it matter?” As swiftly and rationally as he could Ares related his distance travels and the fact that Callestah was no where to be found to Zeus. “She has to be in there. O’Neill swears they did not use the Gate to leave this planet. Open the door!”

“Listen, you can’t go in there. All Olympians, including me, lose their magick when they enter the Dungeon. If you want to rescue her then you will find another way.”

“What other way? There is none!” Ares roared grabbing the Old Man by the whiskers on his face and yanking him to his big heaving frame. “If you don’t open that door I’ll pound on you until you beg me for death. You wanted me to protect my Daughter then get the hell out of my way! Only the Gods know what that crazy bitch is doing to my Daughter as we stand here bickering!”

“Fine, fine,” the Old Man agreed as he held his wrinkled hands out in front of his body. “We’ll have a listen, huh?” In his long night robe and stocking aged feet Zeus padded out of his bedroom, down the hall to his Gazing Room with Ares hot on his heels. Staff in one hand, long course gray hair flew out behind the God of Gods as the long white beard on his chin swayed to side with his frantic pace. “If you’re right about this then I have no idea how to get them out.”

“I’m going in.” Ares said coldly.

“You’ll lose your power!” Zeus reprimanded.

“I’ll still have my strength that’s not magick it’s mine.” Ares reminded his Father as they entered the black marble room. Ceiling to floor to the round walls surrounding them were nothing but black marble polished to highest shine and smoothness. When the candles in this room were lit one got the distinct feeling they were floating in a black abyss.

“Even you my athletic Son are not strong enough once you’re in there, don’t you remember?”

It was over three thousand years ago but yes Ares remembered his time in Zeus’ Dungeon while he awaited trial on charges of murder. How could he forget? It was the same event which caused Hephaestus to forge his Chains. He was more than willing to risk going back inside.

Within the walls of the Gazing Room Zeus could view anyone at anytime and anyplace he wished to; Mortal and Magickal alike. The Old Man stood in the middle of the room; his old gray eyes closed and wrinkled papery hands pressed flat together he chanted something Ares couldn’t make out until the far wall began to glow. Like an old black and white television set the tube slowly warmed bringing in an image which was ever widening and ever focusing until it was sharp and good as could be. In the Dungeon were Daniel and David Jackson both shirtless and hanging from a pair of shackles. It wasn’t them that Ares was concerned with. Megan was prowling around the cells; she was licking her full lips and bearing her teeth at the woman locked inside. “Callestah,” Ares said longingly and reached out a gloved hand to the image. “Open the door Father.”

“How did they get in there?”

“What does it matter? Obviously she intends to torture my Daughter until those two morons can’t take it any longer and they capitulate.”

“Isn’t that what you want?”

“Not like this.” Though something flashed in Zeus’ old eyes Ares wasn’t sure what it was but thought he recognized it anyway. “Fine, you want me to grovel? Is that it, Old Man? You want me to own up to it? Tell you how wrong I was to create that bitch? You got me, I was wrong, my pride got the best of me….”

“Not to mention your impatience and your petulance.” Zeus added.

“Give it to me!”

**

Unable to help, both men turned toward the wall and away from what they were seeing. The Lady Megan was poking Calla with a hot iron and demanding she remove her coat and the rest of her clothing. Calla just kept backing away until she was cornered at which point she tried to grab the rod and yank away from her tormentor only to have her bare skin seared by heat. Letting out a scream of pain Calla defiantly sat there, within reach of the poker, allowing Megan to burn her with it again and again; her face, her bare hands, any part that the bitch could find unclothed was fair game but Calla did not bend, she did not give in and she did not get undressed…not at that point anyway. On the wall across from her the identical men strain at their chains to be free. “No.” Calla mumbled to them rather than Megan.

**

“You have to open the door, Father. You can’t let this go on.” Ares railed. “Damn it, Father! The last time she was locked away in your Dungeon I begged you, I pleaded with you, I even threatened your pathetic little life for months on end and you would not open the door! Do not make the same mistake that cost you your life for it will cost you the same once more.” Ares threatened. “Open that goddamn door!”

**

“Perhaps this will change your mind about removing your horrid clothing.” Megan hissed. Crossing the room to Daniel and David her lips pulled back into a rabid smile. “You first.” She speared David with the hot metal rod while she dearly would have loved to put the rod through his skin she stopped short of that. No need to rush things when they were just getting warmed up.

Unable to actually say; Cut it out you motherfucking bitch! That hurts! David had to settle for making grunting and groaning sounds while he fought with the chains at his wrists.

“You next,” Megan taunted.

“Hey!” Calla shouted from the cold safety of her cell.

Megan, still smiling, turned around to see what the little shrew wanted. “Oh, now, that’s better and fast too.”

Coat in hand, Calla dropped it to the floor. Unwavering stare she slipped out of the boots and then the sweater. “Leave them alone.” She said tossing the green cashmere to the filthy floor.

“Kick your clothing out here.” Megan kept the poker pointed at Daniel but not taking her eyes off of her double. Calla pushed the clothes through the bars as far as she could. “Better. Now then, where were we?” Megan appeared to ponder this query very thoughtfully. “Ah, yes, which one of them are you going to give me?”

Standing up straight and shivering on the other side of the bars Calla gave the woman the answer she liked least. “Neither.”

“We’ll see about that, little one.” Megan cooed. Putting the metal rod back into the open fire in the middle of the room, the one which specially made for heating up such objects and over which one could actually hang their nemesis for days on end. Picking up a heavy flog she turned to Daniel. “As I said, it’s your turn, handsome.” Without mercy Megan drew her arm back and then brought it sharply forward letting the whip fly with fury.

ZAA-WHAP!

Daniel grunted in pain and the flesh at his stomach ushered forth a thin line of blood. His eyes rolled back in his head but soon found hers and held them.

“Stop it!” Calla screamed and grabbed the bars. “Daniel!”

“A taste for you as well, yes?” Spinning around Megan lashed out with the whip. The leather smacked against the bars and Calla’s face which was pressed against them. A wide swatch of flesh opened in her cheek the Ichor spilled freely as her flesh hung down in a little flap. “And you?”

David was the victim this time. The whip crashed down over his chest drawing a thin of blood.

“Stop it you harpy!”

“Give me one!”

“NO!”

“Fine!” Meagan huffed. “We’ll try it this way then.” The door to the cell opened and Calla was drawn forth through it at Megan’s will. An unseen force caused Calla to float to where Daniel and David were chained. Megan stood behind her while that same unseen force settled Calla to the floor and then held her in place. “I hear you gentlemen like sweating with this little pig.” Both of them naked now Megan paced slowly around Calla flog in hand. “You know, ever since I can remember, I’ve wondered what was so damn special about you, the Lady Callestah.” The flog flew upward and landed swiftly in the palm of her hand with a harsh th-wap. “I bet whatever it is; it’s between your legs, isn’t it? Shall we have a little look-see?”

Ares, it was Ares who was supposed to get ugly and Ares who was supposed to play dirty and do things like this. And why? Because Daniel and David were ready for that but seeing Calla beat up on herself in this very surreal manner made their brains short circuit just a tad and for a few moments they both found the scene too enticing to turn away from.

Megan kicked at Calla’s right leg until it moved over and provided the woman enough space to get between. Flog in hand she turned it handle up and pried Calla apart with it. Megan buried the handle completely inside her double until only the skinny leather of the whip hung out and she stood there looking as though she had some type of rodents’ tail. “Oh my, now you honestly do look like the little shrew that you are! Come on, little one, shake that tail for me.” Megan cackled and then waited as her laughter faded to echo. “I said shake that tail, sweetheart.” Grabbing another flog she turned quickly toward the two imprisoned men but before she could draw the whip back and let it fly a small bit of movement caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Turning back she saw Callestah doing a little twisting and shaking to move the flog inside of her the tip swished back and forth behind her. Megan let out a hearty laugh. “There, that’s good.” Megan whispered. “Stay right there now don’t stop dancing.” She turned to the two men who were staring at her with blood in their blue eyes.

Everything in Daniel and David screamed out at the injustice of it all. Torturing any or all of them into submission was one thing but Megan, not content with such mere rewards was hell-bent on humiliating Calla as well. That made it personal. Other than fear it was the light in Calla’s eyes that bothered Daniel most, it said that she’d been here a thousand times or more, force to dance and prance in time to whatever music the Master was playing.

Helpless as his brother, David looked on and thought the scene oddly familiar. Kanan and their little pow-wows, sure that was it. He used to brag about making her get down on all fours and howl or bark like a dog, make her lick herself like a cat or run around like a chicken, usually while a good sized audience looked on. Kanan did this for his own amusement more than for punishment. How did this woman know? Or did she? Maybe that was just his overloaded brain oozing out of his ears. Now that he thought about it, Kanan got more detailed, making her stretch out her torso to look as though she were howling at the moon or……

Megan stood in front of them obstructing their view of the dancing shrew. “Eeeny, meeney, miney…..moe.” She chimed pointing at David. Quickly she undid the belt and the pants at his waist pushing them down to the floor and then off and away from him. “He is a fine specimen, isn’t he?” She asked Calla when she stood up once more. “Both of them, of course, exceptional. How greedy of you to keep them both.”

“Ares won’t share you with either of them.” Calla said continuing her little dance but not making eye contact with anyone in the room. That was a little trick she’d learned over the years; if she didn’t look anyone in the eye it was easier to disconnect and disconnecting was a necessary survival tool. “Any child you bare, well, he has to be certain that they’re his.”

“He’s already agreed…”

“To shut you up I’m sure he has.” Calla rebutted her slender hips still swaying side to side swishing the whip around. “If he loved you, he’d marry you. He would be bound to you so that you wouldn’t need either of them.” She taunted as she stopped dancing. Her position was precarious at best but so what. “But he won’t do it, will he? Ares does not love you. He never will.”

“You should watch yourself!” Megan hissed and back handed David.

“Go on, hit him, and burn him, Daniel too. Better than you have tried to break me and failed. You will also fail. I will never give you one of them I would rather see them dead and buried than with you.”

“You are…what do they say? A tough cookie.” Megan said with a cock of her head. What Calla and/or Callestah did not seem to realize was that getting one of the Jackson’s was secondary to getting to the Lady Callestah to leave that body and join with her. Jackson or no Jackson, Ares or no Ares, there would be no stopping her once that happened. After all, the silly bitch was pregnant again and so unsuspecting. Soon the men would crack and they would consent then Callestah would have no choice but to vacate the wiggling little body and meld with her. “So you don’t care about this one? Well, why should you? He’s only Second, only Sa’Tan after all.” Swiftly and viscously she planted a fully extended leg into David’s groin. In the chains he let out an echoing cry of pain as the strength went out of his knees. “But this one, this one you care deeply for.” Grabbing Daniel by the lower jaw she turned his face to look at the naked dancing shrew across from him. “Go on now, little shrew, show me those sharp teeth of yours and those grubby paws.” In her hold she felt Daniel shake his head ‘no’ and promptly flung it back against the wall once more blood spurted from it and his skull resounded with pain.

“Better than you have tried.” Calla asserted once more.

In disbelief Daniel and David watched Calla raise her hands in front of her about the height of her breasts. She held them there with the fingers close together pointing down looking very much like little paws. Her lips pulled back and she stuck out her teeth like a rabbit, or shrew.

Chained to the wall the most Daniel and David could do was look away from the awful scene and that is what they did. Turned out to be the wrong move. Eyes closed and faces turned away from Calla and her little Rodent Dance the only thing left to do was find a way to block out the laughter but that stopped and then….

TH-WACK!

“Look at her!” Megan demanded. “Now!” Another harsh crack of the whip came down but Calla didn’t stop dancing and she didn’t cry out.

Mustering up the strength they could find they opened their matching eyes and turned to face the woman they each claimed to love. All David could think of was Kanan and the way he loved to humiliate her just like this. Just like this.

For just there merest instant she stopped moving and looked directly at him.

Maybe Daniel couldn’t speak but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get sick, did it? By the way his stomach was pulling and retching he thought the answer was ‘no’. Why was she doing this to Calla? Why was it all so personal? The instinct for survival was one thing but this level of degradation took a certain level of dedication to achieve and for that level of dedication one needed drive. That usually made the thing personal. So many random thoughts he was grasping at anything to fill his mind with pleasanter images.

**

Before the unfolding scene could play out further and before his Son could insist once more, the door to Zeus’ Dungeon swung open in the Gazing Room. “She’s insane, Ares.” Zeus warned. “I can’t follow you in there.”

“I’ve got back up coming just make sure they know how to find us.” Sword in hand Ares disappeared through the open door.

“Gods be with you.” Zeus said after him.

End Of Chapter Nine
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