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What Comes Of Dreams
Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction
by
William S. Moore

Chapter 12

            “You will tell me what I want to know, Tau’ri.” Daniel’s unknown captor thundered as he dealt out another crushing blow to Daniel’s ribs.

            Feeling a rib give under that last punch, Daniel gasped in pain, but refused to give his tormentor the pleasure of hearing him scream out. 

            “I will not tell you a damn thing other than to go off yourself.” Daniel said glibly.  “I have had bigger and meaner try what you are, and they failed.  You should go ask Ra, Apophis, Ba’al, Hathor, Osiris, Anubis, and so many others.  You all are about as smart as a cockroach!”

            Daniel knew that last comment pissed this particular Goa’uld off when he spun around and he felt the all too familiar burning of a hand-device on his forehead.

            “If I can not get you to volunteer the information, I will dig it out of your primitive mind, Daniel Jackson.” The unknown Goa’uld said gleefully.

            Daniel could feel the pressure mounting against his mind and pressed against it, refusing to let it breach into his thoughts.  He knew that if the Goa’uld where able to access anything within his mind; he would not be able to live with what they would do with the knowledge.  The one thing that Daniel was grateful for was that there was no longer any of the ancient knowledge left…that had been removed by Thor days ago.

            After several minutes, the unnamed Goa’uld grew angry because he was not able to get anything.  Stopping the device, he backhanded Daniel cutting his cheek across the cheekbone and knocked him several feet across the room.  As Daniel started to pick himself up, the Goa’uld signaled for the waiting Jaffa to take up the fun.  By the time Daniel was dumped unconscious in his cell, he had suffered abuse for hours.  In the recesses of his mind, Daniel knew that death was soon to be his fate and he would never see Samantha, Jolinar, Freya, Anise, or anyone else that he cared for again.

            The Goa’uld that had captured Daniel Jackson paced angrily on the Pel’tak of his ship.  How could that insignificant speck of a Tau’ri keep him from the knowledge of the Ancients?  By all reports, this Tau’ri was known to harbor the information that would make him the greatest of all the Goa’uld.  Time would get him the information he wanted…Daniel Jackson could not stand against him forever.

            A Jaffa that had been manning the ships communication systems monitored the incoming signal from the spy sent amongst the Tau’ri.  Turning from his post he addressed his god.  “Lord Zor, we are receiving a communication from the spy you left.”

            Sitting in his throne, Lord Zor activated his personal view screen and began receiving the recorded message.

            “Lord Zor, I bring you information from the Tau’ri.”  Per’sus announced in a zombie-like manner.  “The one known as Daniel Jackson does not have the Ancient knowledge anymore; it was removed recently by the Asgard.  Also, the Tok’ra known as Jolinar lives.  She is being hosted by …”

            Lord Zor growled in frustration as his slammed his fist into the view screen and glared at the Jaffa manning the communication system.

            “The communication was cut off, my lord.” The young Jaffa warrior said fearfully while bowing to his god.  He knew that Lord Zor was already upset about the Tau’ri being willful and this would only amplify his anger.

            Lord Zor stormed out of the Pel’tak and fumed all the way to the prison cell holding his captive.  Slamming his fist against a glyph on the wall opposite the cell, Zor gloated as he watched the floor open and drop the Tau’ri through the bows of the ship and out onto the planet’s surface.  Pressing another glyph, he ordered the crew to take him to his home world.  “I may not have gotten the information I wanted, but at least one more base of those shol’va Tok’ra are dead.” He spoke to himself.

            Teal’c stood glaring at the unconscious Goa’uld spy on the floor before him.  He had come to check on how he was doing when he overheard the report being given.  All it took was a solid strike across the lower area of the neck and that stopped the spy from speaking as the communication globe shattered against the ground.  Ordering one of the guards to go get JacobCarter and Dr. Warner, Teal’c stood guard over the fallen spy.

            “I vow on your life, that any harm comes to DanielJackson will be dealt to you a thousand fold.” Teal’c vowed to the creature inhabiting the body of the Tok’ra called Per’sus.

            The other guard at the door only backed out of the way and maintained his post, knowing full well that Teal’c was good and pissed off.  There was no way he wanted to get caught in that backlash.

End Chapter Twelve of
What Comes Of Dreams
by Will
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