Tarnished Heroes
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling

Chapter Twenty-Six

Big Shot
Billy Joel

Thursday Morning
Off World

Oh God! What is that awful yellow thing shining in my eyes? Make it go away! What is that? At train in my head? Oh God! Where am I? Who am I? Someone’s poured cement in my mouth! Oh God!

“Jack?” Daniel croaked with a good deal of effort and tried to roll over on the soft grass and couldn’t. He couldn’t move at all. Every muscle in his body strained to capacity. “Jack?!”

“Shh, not so loud will ya?” Jack snapped at him. “T, you with us buddy?” A guttural grunt was the only answer. “Good. Carter?” No answer. “Carter?” Still no answer.

Doing their level best to sit up, Daniel and Jack found themselves staring at each other’s naked bodies. “Whoa,” Jack cracked. “Where’s ah…our clothes?”

“Why you askin’ me, I dunno.” Daniel mumbled. “Where the hell are we?”

“Teal’c, get up buddy, come on. Ups-a-daisy.” Jack reached over to help the big guy sit up.

“Ahhh,” Teal’c groaned as he came to a half sitting position and promptly fell back down to the ground. “O’Neill what is wrong with me?”

“You’re hung over like the rest of us.”

“I’m not dying?”

“No, come on try and sit up again.”

Still shielding his tender eyes from the light of day, Daniel looked around for their clothes. There was a small pile of fatigues but he didn’t see any boots or shirts or, ya know, underwear anywhere. No weapons either. “Sam?” Daniel shouted and immediately held his hands to his pounding head. “Not a good idea.” He mumbled and rose to his knees. Getting the small pile of textiles seemed to take half the day but Daniel finally managed it and limply tossed the pants to the men accompanying him. “My mouth tastes like….”

“Shit?” Jack asked. “Mine too. We gotta find some water.” He rubbed his blurry eyes. “Anyone get the number of that truck that hit us?”

“Nope, I missed it.” Daniel complained weakly and sat down on the grass to put his pants on. As he did, he noticed his body was sticky from head to toe. Grass and leaves clung to him and the others. Bringing his arms up to his face, he took a sniff. Sweat, definitely lots of sweat. Another sniff. Sex and…..

“Chocolate.” He mumbled.

“What’d ya say?” Jack asked.

It was cocoa butter oil. Calla’s favorite kind.

“Calla!” He looked over at Jack. “Oh, God, Jack tell me that was a dream. A really bad dream.”

“I don’t think so Danny-boy, if it was then we’re trying to forget the same nightmare and I don’t think that’s possible.” Rising on weak unsteady legs, he looked down at the other two. “Come on, we gotta find Carter and water. I need a drink.” He worked the flat of his tongue against the roof of his mouth and created nothing more than a thicker layer of white paste.

“No…I didn’t…I mean, you,” he pointed at Jack, “me,” to himself, “no, no, we just couldn’t….Teal’c?”

“Although I feel like I’m dying this morning, Daniel Jackson, I seem to remember attending one hell of a party.” Teal’c intoned and rubbed his head.

“Yeah, that was one hell of a bash.” Jack said and looked around some more as he head began to clear. “Where’s the city? Where’s Carter? Where are damn ATVs? Where the hell are we?”

“Shh, shh, shh.” Daniel moved his hand in the air signaling for Jack to keep his voice down. “I don’t know, we’ll stumble around, sober up and figure it out.”

Each one helped the other to his feet and they did just what Daniel suggest, they stumbled around under the hot sun while they sobered up and tried to figure everything out. One thing was certain, it wasn’t a dream—bad or otherwise—it was real. Though he didn’t want to think about it, Daniel found himself wondering just how many women he had had sex with over the last few days. Twenty seemed like a fair number. Daniel couldn’t say that he remembered any of their names or even their faces. Other body parts seemed to being standing out more clearly at the moment. “Callas’ gonna kill me.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re dead.” Jack agreed. “Might just wanna stay here instead of goin’ back home.” He suggested. “I’m sure those ladies will take you back. They seemed to like you.”

“You too.” Daniel returned in a smart voice.

“Might not Callestah understand?” Teal’c wanted to know. “After all it is not completely your fault, Daniel Jackson.”

“Not my fault?” Daniel wheeled around to look at Teal’c and was instantly sorry. For a moment, the whole planet turned with him and didn’t seem to want to cease. Catching his ground once more, Daniel stumbled forward. “I knew there was something wrong with that wine, you knew it.” He pointed to both of the men with him. “I drank it anyway.” Moreover, bless-it-all, when ya got right down to it, it felt good. He wanted it, all of it. Well, at least in the heat of the moment---five days worth of heated moments.

“Then don’t tell her.” Was Teal’c next suggestion.

Maybe he could get away with that one. As long as he had one hell of a hot shower—Rubbing Alcohol, Lysol and a wool scrub brush sounded good—not to mention a long stop in the infirmary once they got back. Nah, Daniel could feel the deep waterfall scratches covering his back and he knew he’d never get rid of those or the hickies on his neck and bite marks down to that soft patch of hair between his legs. Not telling her really wasn’t an option. Nope, he was definitely fucked. All the soap and antibiotics in the world weren’t going to fix this. If nothing else Calla would smell those women on him or worse, if the scratches didn’t give him away, his own eyes would betray him and show her scenes he never wanted her to see.

Overhead the sun beat down as they walked barefoot through the wooded landscape in search of blessed water. .

You? Where the hell were you?

You did this.

I don’t know

I know

“Daniel!” Jack shouted.

“Huh? What?”

“Water?” He tossed his head. “Over there.” Jack pointed briskly. “See.. the… wa-ter… Dan-ny?”

Over Jack’s shoulder stood a wide stream. “Yeah.”

“Where the hell were you?”

Daniel ignored him as the fact of the stream’s existence settled into his mind and he took off for it. He didn’t stop to look at it, to sniff it or even to jump out of the filthy fatigues. Daniel just dove in and took in mouthful after mouthful of the crisp cold water. Now he had some idea of just how filthy Calla felt all those years and no matter how hard he scrubbed it wouldn’t come off. The dirt, leaves, sweat, funk, oil and wine eventually gave into the power of the water and washed away but that feeling of being utterly filthy…of being tarnished…. didn’t go with them. It seemed that was more than skin deep.

It took the entire day and a good part of the night before the hangover wore off enough to be nothing more than a quiet pain in the ass. They followed the flow of the stream which grew wider as they walked until it looked more like a river than the brook they’d come across earlier. Since they were lost anyway following the stream seemed like a logical way to go, but still there was no sign of Sam or the city. The sun went down hours ago and it was starting to get cold out here, beyond the gates of Lord Bacchus’ city where the fires and women were warm. No clothes other than the cotton fatigues it wasn’t long before goose bumps arose and they began to feel the bite of the nights’ chill.

Jack called a halt to the walking and they built a campfire, huddling around it for warmth. “Any ideas, either of you?” This spot by the river looked good; they could keep their backs to the water and only have to worry about the other three directions. Other than that, there was no need to be hungry here, plenty of berries, fruits and vegetables to eat. Everything looked all right, not that any of them had been brave enough to attempt eating just yet.

“None.” Teal’c said.

“Not a clue.” Daniel grunted. “I have no idea where we are or even if we’re going in the right direction.”

“Me either.” Jack admitted. “I can’t remember which way we came from getting to the city. Everything’s all jumbled up.” He pointed to his head.

“FUBAR.” Daniel tossed a rock into the fire. “Where do you suppose Sam is?”

Teal’c looked up at them. “She is probably still with Bacchus within the city walls.”

Lucky her.

The wind picked up and turned from a light breeze to mild draft. Jack stuffed another load of sticks into the small fire. “Damn it’s cold.” The soles of his bare tired feet riddled with slivers and cuts as he held the out to the warmth of the fire. Behind them the river moved.

Off in the not-too-distant distance a twig snapped. They listened and waited but nothing further came. It was probably just an animal. The mild draft picked up and as it blew through the grasses and treetops seemed to take on a voice that murmured soft and low.

“Hello. Is someone there?” Daniel called out. “You heard that, right?”

“Heard something.” Jack said and stood up. The wind below again and this time it was more like a voice when it wisped by his ears. “Can you make that out?” He asked both of the other men who were now also standing. Both agreed they could heard it but not understand it. “Hello?” Jack shouted. Behind them the river rippled as though the fish were jumping. Sure now there’s fish, and I don’t have a pole. Could spear one. Nah. Beside him Daniel started to walk away from the fire but Jack held him back. Something didn’t feel right.

From the dark woods before them emerged a woman dressed in rags, her dark hair was scattered all over her head and her eyes were wide with fright. “Help me,” she begged in a soft voice. “They’ve cast me out as a sacrifice.”

“A sacrifice to whom?” Daniel asked.

“Medea. That is why you’re here, no?” She asked and came closer to the three men. “Your fire is warm, may I sit?”

“Sure,” Jack said hesitantly. “We’re sacrifices?” He asked Daniel.

“It would seem so. Game for her Hunt.” Daniel said thoughtfully.

“Why keep Colonel Carter? Why not cast her out with us?” Teal’c asked.

“Pleasure.” Jack answered before Daniel could do it. “Maybe he thinks if he does her good enough she’ll give the address for home.”

Something heavy moved off in the darkness to their left. Jack stood up again and looked off that way but couldn’t see anything. Behind them more fish jumped in the river, it was really rippling now.

“Yes, pleasure.” The peasant woman agreed. “And the three of you will do nicely.” Before their eyes, the rags turned to black robes and the scattered hair neatly held high upon the woman’s head.

SG-1 backed up. The water waved. They turned around to see the Hydra rearing its ugly head from the river. That something heavy emerged from the darkness and charged at them. It was a giant with one eye in the center of its forehead. Their best bet was to run right. “Can that thing get out of the water?” Jack hissed.

“Not for long but yep.”

The Hydra would cut them off before they could get far in that direction. Looking back at the sorceress they noticed her hands were glowing fire, with a wide smile she shot streams of it at them. Before they passed out and the world faded away to something blacker than the night around them, each man found himself wishing that hangover was back. It was a lot kinder than Medea’s magick.

11:00 and Andy was knocking on the front door of 1 North Cemetery Drive with a special package in his hands. The curtain in the front window parted and he saw a lock of red hair before he heard the shuffling sounds of someone coming to the door.

“Morning, love.” He said happily and presented her with the package. “As promised.”

“Thank you.” She’d been smoking the pot he gave her, like last night, there were four of him at the door, and she didn’t know which one to address. Instead, she stepped aside and all of them walked through the door trailed by a dozen more. “What have you brought me?” Gracefully as she could, she made her way to the living room and plopped down on the couch. Her fingers were shaking so hard she couldn’t open the box he’d brought.

Andy sat next to her, held her hands for a few moments and then took the box and opened it for her. Inside were several wondrous items but like Andy they all blurred together and it took her a while to thumb through it and decipher what everything was. An ounce of the same weed he’d given her earlier, a half ounce of magick mushrooms, five grams of cocaine complete with handy-dandy carrying container and little spoon as well as a new clear plastic straw, a very small container of little green pills and a few items she’d never seen before. “What are these?” Calla held up the sterile syringes and the small vile of blue/white powder. “What does it do?”

“I’ll show how to do that later, I want you to leave it alone right now, all right?” Andy warned.

“When?” She said readily.

“Perhaps tomorrow night while your children are away at the Prom.” Andy suggested. “It really is a long-term thing.” By tomorrow night when the results of that photography contest were announced via the Internet, she’d be ready to try something new. While the children and The Husband were away, he would play and play and play.

“But what is it?”

“Heroine and I want you to wait until I can show you how to do it properly. Promise me, love? Just like I promised not to tell Daniel of what we did last night.”

“I promise.” She put the needles and vile back into the box. “Thank you.” Calla picked up the vile of cocaine and shook it a little bit in his direction.

“Any time you’re ready, love.” Andy agreed before she could ask.

They spent hours tooting, toking, matching each other for shots of Jack & Danny which Andy had been kind enough to bring with him. Before they knew it, the hour was growing late, the children were due home soon and the party was ending. “I came through for you,” Andy reminded her as they cleaned up their mess.

“Yes you did, thank you Andy. I should pay you for this but I’ve no money, I haven’t been able to get to the bank in days.” She complained.

“Um,” he groaned, “I’ll tell you what you consider that a gift from your old friend, Andy, all right?” He said. “However, I think—possibly-- I deserve more than a ‘thank you’, don’t you?”

”What do you want?” She asked him. “I won’t….”

Not yet you won’t but soon, love, very soon. “Why don’t you come over here and take care of old Andy the way I took care of you?”

“Like last night?”

“For starters.” Andy agreed with a grin. “Then I think I’d like to take that shirt off and give you a pearl necklace, what do you think, love?”

It was wrong but it wasn’t as wrong as it could be and he had been so very nice to her today and she should do something to repay his kindness. On her knees in the living room, she sucked him almost to climax before Andy decided he wanted a crack at those tits. He tossed her onto the couch pulled up the shirt and squeezed her small breasts together. Slick and wet with her spit his hard shaft slid between those little melons like it was made for it. A long strand of white goo came from the tip of his burgeoning cock and landed around her throat in the proverbial pearl necklace. Hoisting up his satisfied cock and dolling out a few more lines of toot, Andy was generally content with and from his work for the day. After another line or two—of his own of course, he wanted her to have all she needed while he was gone-- Andy bid her a good day and told her he’d see her tomorrow night.

“Why can’t you come back tonight?” Calla asked as she saw him to the door. “I like your company.”

“I like yours too, love. Remember, you gave me the key to the gallery, I’m going to open it for a while tonight and sift through the offers that have come through.”

Oh yes she had agreed to that last night. “I should hire you.”

“You should, love, you definitely should. If I haven’t impressed you by tomorrow night then I guess I never shall.” He smiled at her with those Rock Star looks and that British Gentleman’s smile, Andy kissed her forehead. “Have a good day, love. Stay out of trouble, hum?”

“I’ll try.”

“Oh, love, listen, if you need money I can lend you some or I can go to the bank for you.” Andy suggested. “Gotta keep the old household running.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course I will, dahling.” Andy thought she was going to go for the loan but she went for something better. Calla picked up her handbag and handed over her ATM card with the keys to the gallery. With one finger she beckoned him to lean down. “5150, that’s the PIN” she whispered in his ear. “Will you get three-hundred, please? I need food and gas and tomorrow night is Prom Night I want to give the children some money.”

“What a good mum, you are. I’ll run to the bank and bring you the cash before I go to the gallery tonight.”

“Thank you, Andy. I’m sorry to trouble you with all of this.”

“No trouble, love, no trouble at’all.”

As he departed Calla didn’t feel the level of guilt she had last night.

Thursday Night
Stargate Command
Cheyenne Mountain
Colorado Springs, Colorado

SG-1 was alarmingly past due to check in and all attempts to communicate with them failed. The only reasoning was that they were beyond the reach of the Stargate’s transmissions, possibly within the walled city. SG-3 was preparing to go through the wormhole and find SG-1. Before he left Doctor Jackson told them he would be returning on the coming Monday morning whether the mission was finished or not. With a two and half day ride in front of them the SGC didn’t expect to hear anything from SG-3 until Monday evening at the earliest. SG-3 zoomed off through the Gate on their sturdy ATV’s.

General Thurmond Acting Commander-In-Charge of the SGC called the retired General Hammond and asked if he didn’t think it was time family members were notified. Those family members being Calla and Sam’s daughter Amanda.

“Not yet, if you don’t hear anything by Friday night, give me a call and I’ll take it from there.” George hung up the phone with a heavy heart.

SG-1 survived their first full day and night in Medea’s dungeon but it wasn’t a difficult feat but they all knew it would get harder as the days went by. The moment the sorceress discovered they were from Earth her interrogation began. Not only did she want to know how Planet Earth was fairing on the Universal Scale but also she wanted the address to go home. Seemed Bacchus knew it but he wasn’t sharing. Information she wanted and intended to get, information such as the symbols to dial Earth and go home.

There was something else about them as well, a magick spell that kept them in their youth. Medea understood those spells had been placed upon them by the grace of an Olympian Goddess not with any mere sorceress’ concoctions. She was hungry to know all the details. For the first day and night she was very charming and even playful as she paced about asking questions of all of them. The men denied any knowledge of the answers to her queries. She pressed forward with an ever-present grin. Medea, the One Sorceress News Crew, wasn’t going to let them get away so easily. They looked hungry. Medea floated away from where she held them prisoner, up the stair and around the corner.

Yes, they looked hungry. Lighting a fire in the kitchen hearth the sorceress was very happy with their reactions to her it seemed Bacchus sent good toys this year. She’d have to thank him for that later. Usually he sent her fat old men who weren’t very intelligent or tasty for that matter. These three would not only supply her with a year’s worth of food but if she played her cards right, entertainment as well. That was something that was sorely lacking around here. A cauldron half-full of water settled over the open flame and into she tossed all sorts of goodies; magickal herbs for affect and mundane herbs for flavor, fresh vegetables, a little fresh meat though she couldn’t say what kind. Soon the stew began to bubble and the aroma drifted down the steps to the cells below her.

Probably thirsty too. She drew a large pitcher of water and then a glass that she set down on the plank table in the kitchen. No doubt, Bacchus had them strained to the very limits before he cast them out. Bacchus had his own problems, his numbers were not growing the way they once did and while it probably killed him to toss three fertile males out to her those fertile males had poked several waiting females. Perhaps some part of these men would remain behind when their bodies withered and died. That would be good for all of them.

There were six cells in this room, three across from each other. On one side of the room Jack was the left hand cell and Teal’c on the far right with one empty cell between them. Daniel across the room facing that empty cell. The bars were squared and, like his time with Eros, they were really more horse stalls than cells. Each one had hay—in levels ranging from fresh to stinking old—a water trough and a bag of something that looked like oats but no one dared try it yet. In the damp room torch light flickered but gave little heat.

“Do you smell that?” Jack asked as he came to cell bars and watched Daniel and Teal’c nod. “What is it?”

“Whatever it is it smells very good.” Teal’c said wistfully and his stomach began to growl as he sniffed of the air.

“It does.” Daniel agreed. “She knows we’re hungry.”

“So?”

“She isn’t going to feed us.” Daniel looked down at the oat sack and water trough and realized he was thirsty. “She’s probably just gonna torture us with the aroma.”

“Nice. Effective even.” Jack returned.

“Now, Daniel, you must have more faith than that.” Medea muttered in her kitchen and tossed a handful of Valerian root into the stew. Yes, they’re probably very tired as well. Since they’re going to be here a while might as well start things off right. Valerian Root has the god-awful odor of old gym socks and didn’t taste much better. Medea stirred the pot well, the meat—whatever it was—was cooked and ready, she squeezed a dose of honey into the bubbling brew and then dolled it out into three wooden bowls. Walking very carefully, bowls in hand, she made her way back down the dimly lit stone steps to the cells and the men waiting there. “Hungry gentlemen?”

“Probably poisoned.” Jack cracked.

Medea said nothing she only walked down to Teal’c who was in the farthest cell and placed the bowl on the ground. She stepped away, laid one down in front of Daniel’s cell, stepped away and laid the last one down in front of Jack. “Eat it or not, it’s up to you. Good night gentlemen.”

It did take a while but eventually their stomachs got the best of them and well, it looked like beef stew, even smelled a little like beef stew. It was thick and still warm and the damn cell was cold. Whatever it was, it didn’t taste half-bad.

“It’s good,” Jack said through a mouthful of stew, he knew the others were waiting for him to say something before they dug in. “So what’s her problem, Danny, I mean she seems….eh, ok and all.”

Together in their individual cells they ate the warm meal provided them. “Technically,” Daniel began, “she is a princess.” Using his fingers, he pushed another round into his mouth. “So I guess she has some breeding but don’t let her fool you. She’s a bitch.”

“Princess, huh? That means she’s not an Olympian?”

“Nope, she’s Mortal just like us, or she’s supposed to be anyway. Looks pretty good for somewhere around 3000, huh?”

“Very good.” Teal’c agreed. The meal wasn’t as pleasing to him in taste but like the others, it was warm and it was damp in here so that alone made it worth eating.

“Medea had a potion that could keep anyone young. I guess it works,” Daniel continued and finished off the last in the bowl. Wishing for just a little bit more to fill his stomach he tossed it through the bars. “I think we might be ingredients.”

“How right you are, Daniel.” Medea crooned from her bedroom. She was eavesdropping on her guests with the aid of her mirror. “But that’s not all you are.” Medea smiled almost sweetly as the men began to yawn and stretch and curl up in the dirty hay and fell into a deep sleep. “Nighty-night, boys.”

That Daniel he was the smart one of the group. Jack he was the military guy and the Jaffa, Teal’c he was the gentle brute. Which one, which one, which one first? She wondered at the helpless sleeping men. Strolling the small corridor between the cells she tried to decided but it was very difficult. Each one had his good points. One thing was for sure, Daniel was last. The Jaffa looked good. Strong. Very nice. The door on Teal’cs cell swung open at her thought stripping herself of her clothes, Medea lay down in the smelly hay by his side.

Daniel never needed a potion, concoction or spell to poke around in Calla’s head, especially not when she was sleeping but Medea as not an Olympian, not a Goddess, but a mere Mortal whose life had been extended unnaturally. She needed such trappings to gaze around and look for the information she wanted. The Jaffa disappointed her at first; he had no Goa’uld symbiot within him. Wasn’t that an odd thing? Darn, she had plans for that slimy snake too. No bother. Teal’c also had many tales of battle and romantic conquests, he had memories of an unusual thing; an auburn haired, green eyed, Olympian. Callestah was her name. According to the Jaffa, she was the daughter of the Aphrodite and Ares and the wife of Daniel Jackson.

Medea not only took from Teal’c his thoughts and memories but when he woke the next morning there was a large bandage around his waist and an incredible pain in his side. Not a fatal wound by any means, she needed them to live a good long time. However, Teal’c like the others had two kidneys he didn’t need both of them. So she’d helped herself to one, it was drying in the kitchen for powdering later. Organ meat was rich in nutrients the kind she needed to maintain her youth and beauty.

What good was a youthful beautiful woman if there wasn’t a beautiful youthful man at her side? Lady Callestah seemed to approve of Daniel Jackson—and from the looks of him so did several other women—perhaps she’d save him for last. Maybe he’d be good for something more than filling her stomach and keeping the mirror kind.

End of Chapter Twenty-Six of
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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