The Vengeance Of Hathor
by John O'Connor
Disclaimer:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom,
MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko 
Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
infringement is intended. The original characters,
situations, and story are the property of the author.
Part 6
"Was there anything else, Doctor?" Hammond asked as
Janet Fraiser finished with her update of her patients
in the aftermath of the assault on Hathor's
headquarters.
Janet stood there and regarded the group around the
conference table. At the head was Hammond; to his
right were Jack O'Neill, looking a little drawn, and
Teal'c. To Hammond's left were Daniel, also showing
the effects of captivity, and Colonel Makepeace.
"Uh, well, sir, I..." Janet suddenly lost the poise
she invariably had when performing her duties.
"Yes Doctor?" Hammond urged.
"It's about Sam, uh, Captain Carter, sir." She paused
again and looked at the other men sitting at the
table. "When I mentioned the device inserted in
Sam's...in Captain Carter's...body, that should've
been information strictly for the general. I wasn't
thinking at that moment."
Daniel nodded and Teal'c gave her a slow blink in
understanding. Makepeace and Jack both shifted in
their seats, remembering the nasty little object and
where it had been planted on Carter.
"Gentlemen, I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention
this to anyone else," Janet said.
"Even Sam?" Daniel asked.
"Especially Sam," Janet replied, fixing Jack with her
eyes. He looked around with a 'what'd I do'
expression. "At least until she's ready to talk,"
Janet added.
"She's been through a traumatic experience. She will
have deep-seated feelings because she was violated,
especially feelings of guilt that she let it happen to
her. It won't matter that she had no control over the
situation. For her to believe that everyone knows what
happened could drive her deeper into herself. She
needs time to heal in her mind as well as her body,"
Janet ended in a suddenly raspy voice.
"Doctor, what about this device? This unfry?" Hammond
asked. "Maybourne's people are already asking about
the equipment we brought back, including this."
Janet's eyes zoomed in on Hammond's as did Jack's at
the mention of his least favorite Air Force officer.
"It was in the initial report," Hammond continued. "No
details, it was just listed as a device that affects
the human nervous system."
Jack slammed his hand on the table, "Damnit! You can't
give them that...that thing! Maybourne and those NID
goons of his won't..."
"Alright, Colonel," Hammond interrupted, holding up
his hand. "I understand how you feel. I don't like the
arrangements with NID either. But until I can get some
policy changes enacted through the Pentagon, we're
stuck with him."
"He's a leach! He's a fascist! He's a Naz..."
"Colonel! That's enough! Your tirade is getting us
nowhere!" Hammond was clearly irritated and Jack sat
back with a scowl. "Alright, Doctor, about this
unf...this device. What can I tell Maybourne?"
"Unfortunately for Colonel Maybourne, General, the
biological components of the device died when Hathor
died. As they began to break down, the microcircuitry
inside was damaged. What little is left is corroded
and very fragile. I doubt very much if it could
survive any transport out of the Mountain," Janet
stated. "Much less whether anything of whatever value
could be salvaged."
Hammond nodded and said, "Very well, Doctor. Please
inform me when Captain Carter regains consciousness."
He paused, "I promised her father that I would get
word to him as soon as I knew anything."
"Yessir General." Executing a smart salute, Janet spun
on her heel and headed out of the conference room. As
she stepped out, she heard Makepeace say admiringly,
"You'd never think she's been up for almost two days
straight!"
"And little rest while we were gone, I gather,"
Hammond's voice rumbled through the closing gap of the
door.
As she arrived at the Med Center, Janet went first to
check on Sam. The young woman was still unconscious,
she had been since she had expelled the Und'fre two
days before.
Gently stroking her pale cheek, Janet noticed her
temperature felt almost normal. Checking the chart,
she saw that most of the readings seemed to be
returning to a normal level. 'Thank God!' she thought.
"Doctor?"
Janet turned to Hannah. This woman had been a huge
help to her over the last few weeks. Janet smiled
wearily, her fatigue finally catching up to her.
"Yes, Hannah?" Janet said.
"If I may, Doctor, you look exhausted. Why don't you
go home and get some rest. I'll call you as soon as
there's any change," the young woman said.
"No, I think I'll stay here. I want to be here when
Sam wakes up." Seeing the look in Hannah's eyes, Janet
relented slightly, "But I will just go into my office
and try to rest on my couch. Okay? Doctor?" The last
was in a light, teasing tone and Hannah laughed with
her.
Taking another look at her lover and thinking again,
'Damn you, Hathor!', Janet stepped into her office.
As she eyed her couch with a trace of longing, she
stepped over to her desk and picked up the phone. "May
I have an outside line please?" she asked. "Thank
you." After a few moments, she punched in a phone
number and waited for an answer.
"Yes, this is Janet Fraiser. Oh, hi Kent. How's Cassie
doing? Oh? Good. Can I speak to her? Oh, I see. I
didn't notice the time. I'll call a little later when
she and Lisa are back from school. What? Oh yeah, I
guess I'll be here at least until tomorrow. I really
appreciate you and your wife helping out. Just let her
know I called, okay? Thanks, Kent. I owe you a big
favor again."
Hanging up the phone, she looked at the Und'fre.
Stepping over to a lab table across the room, she
regarded the relatively intact device in the stainless
steel tray, laying in a thin, greasy pool of liquified
organic matter. All that was left was a small shaft
with various miniature wires and leads sticking out of
the casing.
She looked at the hood off to the side. It was a
large, glass-fronted cabinet with a filtered
ventilator fan inside. A rather antiquated lab device
but more than sufficient for her needs.
Setting the steel tray inside, she took a flask of
undiluted sulfuric acid and poured it over the
Und'fre. As the fumes began to rise, she closed the
gasketed glass door and flicked on the ventilator.
White gas filled the hood, more than she knew could be
accounted for by the amount of acid she poured out.
The fan didn't seem to be making much headway. The
sound of sizzling, like she'd hear at the breakfast
table from Cassie's Rice Crispies, came faintly
through the glass panel.
Finally, the last of the gas was sucked out of the
chamber. While letting the fan run for several more
minutes to ensure the fumes were truly gone, Janet
stifled a yawn. She was so tired but she wanted to
make sure this evil thing was gone.
Opening the chamber, she caught the still strong odor
of rotten eggs. The tray was scorched on the inside.
'It burned?' she thought. Inside the tray were burnt
fragments of the Und'fre, barely recognizable even as
mechanical parts.
"Let NID make something of this," Janet muttered to
herself.
Transferring the fragments to a small biohazard
container, she sealed it and set it on the lab table.
Then she stretched out on the soft, leather couch to
rest her eyes.
* * * * * *
Janet was in heaven. Sam was with busy, creating those
wonderful sensations that always triggered a powerful
climax in Janet's body. She knew it wouldn't be long
before she peaked while she enjoyed the slow build up
of erotic power in her body.
She looked down and saw Sam's blond head moving
between her thighs. Occasionally, the woman would look
up slightly and Janet could glimpse her blue eyes
through Sam's hanging bangs. Janet let her head drop
back and she began to run her fingers through the soft
golden hair.
As she stroked the hair, it began to grow. The more
Janet stroked Sam's hair, the longer it grew. She
looked down the length of her body again and her heart
began to hammer in her chest.
Kneeling between her legs was Hathor! Smiling
seductively up at Janet, the Goa'uld lowered her head
and began to lap at Janet's sex like a kitten to a
bowl of milk. Janet felt the warmth of sexual pleasure
begin to flow out from her center but she was still
afraid.
Lifting her head, Hathor smiled, licked her lips and
said, "Do you like that? We sense that you do."
Ignoring the question, Janet asked, "Where's Sam? What
did you do with her, you bitch!"
"We don't particularly like the tone of your voice. We
shall have to discipline you before you join Our
harem." Hathor snapped her fingers and a door opened.
Out stepped Sam, naked but for a dildo at her crotch.
Her eyes were glazed and she had a vacant smile on her
face.
A dildo? They never used sex toys. Janet was confused
and looked back at Hathor.
"She will be your guide into Our realm."
Janet turned back to Sam and saw, to her horror, that
the dildo wasn't a strap-on sex toy. It was a living
thing and was growing out of Sam!
Hathor asked, "Do you like it? We have another one for
you!" She held up a long thin object in one hand. "We
also have something for your daughter."
As Hathor held up her other hand, Janet screamed in
horror!
* * * * * *
"Doctor. Doctor!"
Janet felt hands shaking her, "Wha? Huh? Hannah?
What?"
"You were crying out! Are you okay?" Hannah asked.
"It was just a bad dream," Janet said. Then
realization dawned, "Sam? Is it Sam?"
"I think she's coming around. I knew you wanted to be
there," Hannah said.
Twisting her wrist to see the time, Janet said, "No!
I've been asleep for six hours?"
Hannah nodded and stood back as Janet swung her legs
off the couch. Sitting for a moment, she finally stood
and walked out of her office and headed for the closed
off alcove where Sam was lying.
As she stepped in, she pulled the curtain closed.
Looking at Sam, Janet was again alarmed at how frail
and weak she appeared.
Sam's eyelids fluttered. "Sam?" Janet asked as she
neared the head of the bed. "Sam, honey? Can you hear
me?"
Janet stroked the ashy forehead, pushing blond bangs
back. Sam's eyes popped open and stared at the
concrete ceiling above her sightlessly.
"Sam?" The eyes blinked and moved to regard Janet.
Recognition bloomed in them and Janet gave her a big
grin, "He-ey! We've been a little worried about you,
Sam."
"Janet? Is it you? Is it really you?" Sam looked
around frantically. "Am I really back?"
"Yes, Sam. Don't you remember? The colonel killed
Hathor. You, Colonel O'Neill and the others defeated
Hathor's troops. Remember?" Janet prompted.
"Yeah. But, she played games with me...mind games. I
thought I was home more than once. Home with you and
then...Oh God, Janet! Please be real!" Sam sobbed.
"I am real, Sam. Here. Take my hand." Sam grabbed
Janet's hand in a vise-like grip. "See? You're back
home. On Earth."
"Janet, you have no idea what I...what she did to me.
Things..." Sam's voice trailed off and she looked at
their hands joined.
"Sam, you can talk to me. Please. I love you. I want
to help you." Janet felt tears in her eyes and blinked
rapidly several times. "Please," she repeated.
"That...Hathor said she loved me..." Sam's voice was
full of loathing. "Hathor was going to...Janet, is
Cassie alright?"
Janet's heart jumped when Sam mentioned Cassie. Could
Sam see into her dreams now? Worse still, was Cassie
in any danger?
"Cassie's fine. She's staying with the Nelsons right
now."
"Good. She's safe." Sam smiled thinly before closing
her eyes again.
"So are you, Sam," Janet said as she stroked the
sleeping woman's hair.
Stepping back out, she said to Hannah, "She's sleeping
again." Hannah nodded and handed a clipboard to Janet.
"What's this?"
"The reports from the Academy Hospital on the three
men sent there. They seem to be fine, but I gather
Doctor Braun doesn't have a clue how they were
injured." Hannah smiled, she was secretly pleased to
know more than a higher ranking officer.
"Thanks Hannah." Flipping through the faxed sheets on
the clipboard, she said, "I'll give her a call. She's
a good doctor. I knew they'd be in good hands." Janet
stepped into her office and closed the door.
In less than a half hour, she reemerged without her
lab coat. Her uniform jacket was draped over her arm.
"Hannah?"
"Yes Doctor?"
"Go home. Let Beta shift take over. And don't worry,
I'm going home for a short rest." Janet turned to
another medical aide, "Lieutenant Walters, I'm going
home for a shower and a change of clothes. If anything
changes in Captain Carter's condition, page me
immediately. If she wakes up, just let her know I'll
be back shortly."
"Yes Doctor."
* * * * * *
Several hours later, during Gamma shift, Janet
returned to the Med Center. She had taken not only a
shower but a short nap and grabbed a bite to eat. She
wasn't 100% but she definitely felt better.
"How's Captain Carter?" she asked the first med tech
she saw.
"She's still sleeping, Doctor."
"Thank you, airman. I'll just look in on her," Janet
replied.
Stepping into the alcove, she was relieved to see some
color returning to Sam's face.
Sam opened her eyes, "Hi."
"Hi yourself," Janet smiled. "How do you feel?"
"Like I faced the Broncos offensive line by myself
with no pads," Sam said with a small smile.
Jokes were a good sign as far as Janet was concerned.
She looked over Sam's latest readings. Everything
looked good.
"I think I can release you by tomorrow morning if you
feel up to it," Janet said.
Sam nodded, saying, "Yeah, I could use a break from
this decor."
"Okay. Let me talk to the general. I'm glad to see you
doing so much better," Janet said, taking Sam's hand.
She frowned when she felt Sam start to draw away.
"Something wrong?"
Sam looked down at the sheet covering her body, "No.
Yes. I don't know..."
Janet realized that Sam had not looked at her since
she had entered the alcove. When she tried to
establish eye contact, Sam pointedly looked away as if
she was guilty of something.
"Sam, I have an idea. Come stay with Cass & I. We have
the spare room."
"I don't know if that's a good idea," Sam said.
"Why not, Sam? Cassie wants to see you and we can wait
on you hand and foot," Janet offered with a smile.
Sam looked down and covered her face with her hands.
Her shoulders started to shake and Janet realized she
was crying. "Sam? Talk to me please?"
Sam shook her head. Janet gently sat on the bed and
wrapped her arms around her love. Feeling the tears
dampening her blouse, Janet slowly rocked Sam and
whispered in her ear, "It's alright. Everything is
alright."
Sam's sobs slowed and she pulled back from Janet.
Janet felt her heart lurch at that. "Oh Sam! Please
talk to me! I want to help." She didn't add, 'It
breaks my heart to see you like this.'
Looking at her hands folded in her lap, Sam whispered,
"I can't talk about this. Not to you. You wouldn't
understand...Hathor did things to me...she made me do
things...Oh God, Janet! It was horrible, more horrible
than you could imagine!"
"Oh Sam!" Janet placed her hand along Sam's face, Sam
jerked her head away.
"No, Janet. Please?" Janet nodded sadly as Sam
continued, "I need to be alone for now. Okay?"
Janet stood and nodded her understanding, "Just think
about my offer."
Sam nodded and looked at the far wall, lost in her
memories.
Janet left the Med Center and made her way to the
Command Center and General Hammond's office.
Nodding to Harriman and Siler as she cut through the
control room, she paused at the general's door. Taking
a deep breath, she knocked.
"Enter!"
Janet stepped in and closed the door behind her.
Standing at attention before Hammond, she waited for
him to finish with some paper work.
Setting down his pen, he looked up, "Yes, Doctor?"
"General, I came to report that I believe Sam, uh
Captain Carter, can be released from the Med Center.
Her injuries are not severe enough to warrant keeping
her here."
"Very well, Doctor. When will she be ready to resume
active duty?"
"I, um, I don't know, sir. The injuries I was
referring to are physical. She's been hurt emotionally
as well. I don't know how bad or even if she'll be
able to completely recover.
"Sir, I'd like permission to take her home with me.
I'd rather she didn't stay alone. And I think it would
be good for her to be with Cassie for a while." Janet
said.
"Very well, Doctor. You don't need my permission to
let her stay with you," Hammond said, puzzled.
"Sir, I'd also like to request some time off so I can
be there with Sam, uh Captain Carter. And..."
"Go on Doctor."
"If you ordered the captain to come home with me, she
wouldn't have much choice."
"Being difficult, is she?" Hammond smiled, she was
Jacob's daughter.
"No sir, just the opposite. She's apathetic about just
about everything. Too apathetic. It's not like Sam,
Captain Carter," Janet replied.
Hammond nodded. "Doctor, when you and I are discussing
the captain, you may use her name. I won't stand on
formality in here." Janet nodded.
"Very well, Doctor, I'll grant you a week's leave.
There is a stipulation. If anything serious comes up
here, I want you back here on the double."
"Yessir! Thank you, sir," Janet said.
"Unless there was anything else, Doctor? Dismissed."
Janet turned toward the door, "Uh, Doctor. If I can do
anything for you and Samantha, please don't hesitate
to call me. Anything at all."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much," Janet replied.
Several minutes later, Janet was at Sam's bedside,
watching her other half sleep restlessly. "Rest,
honey. Rest and please come back to me," she whispered
as she pulled the blanket up over Sam's shoulders.
Tomorrow, she'd go come home and Janet was determined
the real healing would begin.
"I swear I won't let you go, ever."
Janet leaned over and lightly kissed Sam's forehead.
The tortured blonde seemed to relax a little.
Janet sat next to the bed and took Sam's hand in hers,
"I love you, Samantha Carter. I've got you back and I
won't let you go. That's a promise!"
The tired, overworked doctor lay her head down and
gazed at Sam's face for a long time before sleep
claimed her as well.
 (c) John O'Conner
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