"It's close enough." Daniel returned. "Looks good on you."

"Not as good as yours does." Calla complimented. "I haven't seen you in this in a long time."

"Come on." He slung an arm around her shoulder as they made their way to the Gate Room where they found Sam and Teal'c waiting for them. "What are you guys doin' here?" Daniel asked.

General O'Neill in full gear emerged into the room. "Well, when you said Calla was going with you, I figured the whole family might as well tag along."

"And whose going to watch the base?" Daniel inquired.

"Never mind that, who is going to watch my children?" Calla demanded.

"Mornin' Calla," Jack smiled and tipped his ball cap to her with a warm smile. "Lt. Cook and Lt. Brown over there," he pointed across the room at the two people standing in the corner. "They've got lots of experience with kids seein' as how they've got eight of them between 'em. I thought they'd watch after Nicholas and Colleen while we're gone." He turned to Daniel. "And seein' as how I run things around here, I thought I could break the rules, besides it's been a long time since I was out there and it sounds like fun." General O'Neill put the ball cap back on his head and turned toward Lt. Col. Carter. "That's not to say Sam here isn't still in charge. We'll have to take our orders from her."

"Ready?" Sam asked and watched as everyone but Calla nodded. "Fire her up." She shouted to the people in the Control Room. The Stargate dialed and then opened with a great woosh. Daniel and Calla stood back and watched the other three walk through the glowing ring.

"It's all right," Daniel reassured her. "Take my hand." She put her palm into his and followed him up the ramp.

"You won't leave me?"

"Never."

Hand in hand they disappeared through the Stargate.

Planet P3X776 turned out to a sweltering junglesque land thick with vegetation and mist. The air was so heavy with water breathing was difficult as they made their way from the Gate.

“Ok, Daniel, this is your show.” Sam said. “Where to?”

Daniel looked at Calla. “Any idea? Which way?”

Well, this is why he had brought her here. Calla never liked performing Parlor Tricks for Guests but there seemed little choice in the matter. “All right, Grandfather,” she said to no one in particular, “we’re here. Let’s get this over with.”

A blinding flash of purple light emanated from her chest, so bright all the members of SG-1 instinctively held up their hands to shield their eyes. Still attached to her by that thin strand of purple lightning stood Zeus the God of Gods. “Don’t be so damn insolent, Granddaughter!” He demanded.

“Holy guacamole!” Jack shouted at the sight of the old man who suddenly appeared from thin air.

“Do you want to be introduced or do you know everyone?” She asked. “By the way, lovely place you picked here.”

“Do you see how she treats me?“ The God of Gods thundered to SG-1.

Jack really didn’t want to tick the guy off but...“I hate to interrupt this lovely little family reunion you got going but, do ya think you could help us out here? “

“That way!” Zeus shot back and pointed swiftly with his staff. The path before them lit up and the air beneath grew lighter. The ancient sight of the God disappeared back into the body of his Granddaughter but the path remained lit.

“After you,” she said to Daniel.

“Looks like the sun’s goin’ down,” Sam stated as they began to walk, “must be dusk here.”

“There are six hours of light and six hours of dark on this planet.” Calla informed them as they walked. “Don’t ask.” She said to Daniel. “Just believe me. Six hours each.”

“Great, soon it will be too dark to make our way.” Jack grumbled. “Unless you can keep that light up?”

“I don’t know. It’s all up to Grandfather now.”

Two hours later, in the pitch black, Zeus decided they’d had enough for now and the light, which had so brightly aided them in the dark, went out without warning.

“I guess we’ll make camp for a while.” Sam looking around for a suitable place to do just that.

“Yeah, get some rest and . . . catch up.” Jack said.

Daniel pulled him aside by the arm. “I don’t need any lectures.” He told Jack.

“Good.” General O’Neill returned good-naturedly. “Doesn’t mean you won’t have to sit through ‘em though. Might even have a test after.”

“Not now, all right, Jack . . . just . . . not now.” Daniel said. “I got enough on my mind.”

“I guess you do.” Jack agreed. “Let’s find some fire wood.”

There were no lectures while they gathered wood for the campfire but there was a long conversation. Jack informed Daniel that he intended to follow the letter of Daniel’s contract and as of now, he was a full and active member of SG-1 and no longer would be sitting in his big comfy office keeping his big bosom assistant satisfied. Moreover, just for the record, Jack relayed to Daniel the fact that he had ousted Rowan. She was packing her things as they gathered firewood and if Daniel intended to keep seeing her, it wouldn’t on Jack’s base or Jack’s time.

“So, I guess this means you’ve told Sam and Teal’c everything.” Daniel huffed.

“Not to be rude, Danny, but that was quite a scene you two made. Everyone on the base knows about it by now.”

Well, that wasn’t any less than he deserved. “Fine. Ya know, I do love my wife.” Daniel protested as he gathered the last of the firewood. “I wouldn’t do this to her if I was myself.”

“For what it’s worth, Daniel, I believe you.”

After eating the ever so delicious MREs that the USAF provided as “food”, the members of SG-1 decided it was time to get a little shut-eye so they would be fresh when the sun rose again in a few hours. Cuddled up close to the fire and way down deep in her sleeping bag, Calla faded off to sleep with the rest of them. Daniel couldn’t sleep. Too much was running through his mind. Things about which he didn’t want to think. Searching desperately for something to take his thoughts away from David and whatever the true events of the last four months had been, Daniel decided to check his digital recorder to make sure it was working. Never knew, there might be something he’d want to capture and study later. Digging in the bag he pulled the small electronic item out and, not wanting to wake anyone, stumbled over to the far end of camp in the dark. He opened the viewing window, turned on the power and began to search through the contents stored on the recorders small hard disk; he did not want to tape over anything important.

The contents of his last recording began to play.

In the viewfinder, he saw Calla. It took him a second but he finally realized that she was chained to that damn bed in the basement. Yeah, ok, I don’t remember taking her down there never mind making a tape. Daniel wanted to shut it off but dared not. Calla left out things of her tale, and he knew it. Suddenly he felt that it was still last year and he was sitting in an empty house with USAF technicians running around looking for a particular web site, the contents of which came from his home.

A rather large black man entered the frame.

Daniel’s fingers fumbled to shut the recorder off and failed him.

As helpless as Calla in the frame, he watched the man invade his wife. The big black man had a big black dick. Calla cried out on the tape as he turned her over. This time his fingers didn’t fail him as they turned the volume down. Arms crossed over her head, presenting herself on her knees, the man took her from behind. He wasn’t interested in her ass, he thought that was dirty. (Daniel didn’t know why he knew that but he did. Just as surely as he knew that ALL the men David brought home to her were big and black, just like Kanan.) The big black man buried his big black fists beneath her and shoved his weight down. Calla cried out. She looked up at the camera and begged whoever was behind it to make the man stop.

From behind the camera lens, Daniel saw himself walk into the frame.

He stood by the bed, just watching. Just watching. Just watching the big black man put the big black cock to his wife's slender white body. Even as sick as it was making him, it was a very erotic sight and Daniel found his nether regions beginning to tingle and waken.

Try as he did, for the longest time, Daniel just could not figure it out. Her back didn’t hurt anymore; taking her from behind was no longer painful in that way. He knew that because he had indulged his own self in it a few times over the last four months. Still, she was crying. She was reaching to him even as he stood there just looking down at her.

“Please, Daniel, make him stop.” She wept in a small voice. “He’s hurting me.” Her words made the man apply more pressure with his hands and plunge deeper into her. Ecstasy within his grasp.

Still staring at the image as it rolled across the viewing screen, Daniel balled up his own fists and placed them on his own body about where he saw the man doing the same. It was then that he realized, the man was feeling his own cock as it slid in and out of her but with his fists balled like that he was applying great pressure to her already damaged cervix and womb.

“Please, Daniel.” She was choking the words out now in between tears and gasps for breath. Her whole body shook as the pain wracked through her. “I’m sorry,” she cried, her chained hands reaching out for him while he just fucking stood there. It was her catchall. Whenever something happened and she didn’t know why, Calla just apologized, for what she did not know and she did not care. She just wanted it to stop and was willing to say or do anything toward that end. On the viewing screen, the big black man gave one last huge thrust before cumming inside her. A few moments later, he was hoisting up his pants and buckling his belt.

“Man, that was fucking great, brother.” He complimented while Daniel watched him fish in his back pocket and produce his wallet.

“No, don’t.” Daniel muttered to the tape. But sure enough . . .

The man handed over a hundred-dollar bill. “Got my number man, where’s a pen? Nah, shit this is on tape. It’s 555-1212, you ever want to share that ho’ again, just gimme a call.”

Daniel watched himself slip the money into his pocket as the man left. For a very long moment, he just hovered over the bed. Calla was curled up tight on her side, her hands crossed over her head still in the chains. Then he saw himself walk to her, he circled the bed to where she was crying and reached out a hand to touch the top of her head. Calla looked up at him, pain written all over her face, wanting him to touch her softly to tell her everything was all right and it was over.

But . . .

Daniel shoved her onto her back. Calla kept her legs closed, and he threw the open with one hand while he dropped his pants. Between her legs was a large stain on the coverlet. The same one he had seen this morning. Her thighs were covered with blood and so was the bed. Oh, God, please, let her be on the rag. Looking at the time/date stamp he could not remember if that was true or not. Watching himself on the screen, he slid into her.

“That’s good and wet now, ain’t it?” He asked her.

Daniel dropped the recorder, stumbled to the bushes as everything he’d eaten that day bubbled in his stomach. At first his throat wouldn’t work, it wouldn’t give in to the demand and he thought he’d get away with it, he’d be all right. Suddenly everything kicked into high gear, and he was chucking out chunks of food and bile into the underbrush at the far end of the campsite. As the contents of his stomach came forth, all he could think was; I just stood there. I just fucking stood there!

A gentle hand laid its warm weight on his shoulder. “Daniel?”

He looked up into the concerned eyes of his wife and vomited harder.

Calla reached down and retrieved the recorder from the ground, she opened the viewfinder, looked at it for a moment then hit the ERASE button and handed it back to him. Well, she would have some cleaning up to do when they returned home. David had transferred some of his nightly activities to DVD, she’d have to get rid of those. The sex toys stuffed into her drawer in their bedroom and the small nightstand down stairs, she’d have to get to those before him as well. “It’s all right, Daniel.” She soothed as she settled to her knees at his side and rubbed her hand over his back tenderly. “It wasn’t you, I know that now. I’m sorry, I never should have doubted you. You never should have seen that.” Calla laid her head on his shoulder while she continued rubbing his back.

“How do you even touch me?” Dr. Jackson asked through his tears.

“I love you.” Was her reply. “What else can I do when you‘re in pain but try and comfort you?”

Yeah, and long ago she told him that ‘Master’ could never be guilty of rape. As far as he knew to her the whole event wasn’t anything out of the ordinary . . .

...For Naganti Kanan anyway.

His gut settling down, Daniel wiped away the last of the vomit from his lip with the back of his hand. “If you don’t promise that you’ll take the kids and leave when Ares comes back,” he said to her through cold eyes, “right here and now. I’ll leave you here, Calla.”

“You won’t . . . ”

Suddenly Daniel Jackson did not give a damn who he woke up or who heard him. “Promise, right now! Or so help me, I’ll leave here without your children, your Father or me. I will. I . . . Daniel . . . will . . . leave . . . you . . . here.”

Seeing the seriousness in his eyes; “I promise. Still, only if Father can‘t find a way to help you.”

Good enough. Daniel reached out rapidly and threw his arms around her. “I love you. You can’t let me do this to you. Do you understand? You can’t let me or David get away with this. Never again, you can’t . . . please, Calla . . . ”

“Shhh,” she soothed and held him tight. “It’s all right, my husband. My love. I will find us a way out of this.” Calla took him back to the sleeping bag and held him throughout the night. Eyes open to the sky the rest of the night, Calla kept her husband close while he drifted off to sleep. Using that connection, she quietly slipped into his mind while he dreamed and did what she could to ensure that when he woke, he would still be Daniel Jackson.

Creeping around with the stealth of a cat, she peered around corners and wandered down the darkened halls of his mind looking for the place where David lived. If she could find it, maybe she could kill him. Put an end to this mess. Somehow there must be a way to accomplish this, to rid Daniel of his brother forever. Whatever it took, she would find it. It would be a cold day in hell when she turned her back on him.

End of Chapter Six
Daughter of the Gods: Blood Ties
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