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.
Note: Spoilers for "Seth."
Part 7
Janet Fraiser sat on the edge of her bed, her face
buried in her hands. Her body was quaking from her
sobbing. She had never felt so useless and miserable
in her life. Or so scared.
Just a few hours ago, Sam Carter had come home with
her after being released from the SGC's Medical
Center. Janet had hoped that bringing Sam back to
familiar surroundings would help her after the horrors
she had endured as Hathor's captive.
All things considered, Sam seemed to be doing well at
first. Cassie was overjoyed to see Sam. Sam, after an
initial look of dread, smiled widely and hugged the
teenager to her tightly.
Janet was concerned when she saw the look of sadness
in Sam's eyes as the tall woman stared sightlessly
over Cassie's shoulder.
Later, as Cassie and Sam played a computer game, Janet
ordered pizza. It was Cassie's favorite food and one
of Sam's too. She then went into the family room to
join her family.
"Hey! You beat me again!" Cassie mock protested.
"Skill, my dear! Just plain old skill," Sam joked.
"Pizza's on it's way," Janet interjected.
"Yay!" Cassie yelled. Then she added, "Did you get the
right kind?"
"Yes ma'am. One large garbage and one medium
pepperoni." Janet ran her fingers through Cassie's
hair lightly with a mother's love.
Sam smiled at the gesture. Janet caught the little
smile and felt reassured. Maybe things would be
alright, with some work.
When the pizzas arrived, they shut off the game and
Janet put in a video that Cassie had wanted to watch.
She had borrowed it from Jack O'Neill but wanted to
wait and watch it with Sam.
Janet got a soda for Cass and beers for herself and
Sam along with plates and paper towels. She then
settled on the couch next to Cassie to watch the
movie. Sam sat on the teen's other side.
As the movie, "The Blues Brothers," played out, Cassie
had all kids of questions about nuns, and why she'd
beat Jake and Elwood with a ruler, about people living
in little one-room dumps, and why Pincess Leia was
trying to kill them, among other things.
Even though much of the movie was lost on Cassie since
she still had a lot to learn about her new world, she
thoroughly enjoyed the movie and was extremely happy
to watch it with her two mothers.
Later, after cleaning up, Janet sent Cassie off to
bed.
"Good night, Sam! I'm glad you're back. Love you."
Cassie hugged sam and kissed her on the cheek.
"I love you too, kiddo." Sam returned the embrace.
"I'm glad to be back too."
Sam and Janet sat quietly after Cassie retreated
upstairs. As the news came on, Sam watched it
intently. Janet could only guess that Sam was trying
to reconnect with her world, after the hell she'd been
through.
Finally, Sam yawned widely. Janet glanced over and
said, "Time for bed?"
Sam turned and looked at Janet, a trace of fear in her
eyes. "Uh, bed?"
Placing her hand on Sam's arm gently in reassurance,
Janet said, "Sam, I meant bed and sleep. Nothing else.
Okay? Or would you rather I slept in the spare room?"
"No, you don't have to. I just...I'm not ready
for...I..."
"Ssh!" Janet said quietly. "It's okay. I understand."
Sam let Janet lead her upstairs to the bedroom they
often shared. Once there, Sam stood in the doorway
with an unreadable expression on her face. Janet,
already turning down the covers on the king-size bed,
noticed.
"Sam?"
Shaking her head, Sam stepped into the room. "It's
okay. Hath...she had a large bed and..."
"Oh, Sam, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking..." Janet took
Sam into her arms, slightly alarmed when Sam didn't
react.
Slowly Sam raised her arms from where they hung limply
by her side and, lightly at first, returned Janet's
hug. As she increased the pressure of her embrace,
tears began to flow down her cheeks.
Janet felt her love shaking from her silent sobbing.
Stroking the soft, blond hair, she gently whispered,
"Ssh...it's alright. You're home now. Everything will
be alright. Ssh!"
Finally, Sam's crying subsided and she pulled back to
look at Janet. Her eyes were red and wet and she
sniffled once as she tried a brave smile. Janet
returned the smile. "Sam, do you want to talk?"
Sam nodded and wiped her hand across her mouth and
nose. "I need to tell you..."
"Okay, come sit on the bed." Janet held Sam's hand
gently and led her to the bed. Sitting, she looked up
at her distraught friend and patted the mattress next
to her. Sam slowly sat, her posture ramrod straight.
"Take your time, honey. I'm not going anywhere," Janet
said in a quiet reassuring voice. She took Sam's hand
in hers again. It lay like a limp rag in her hand.
Sam sat erect and looked straight ahead at the bedroom
wall. Finally, in a dull monotone, she began to speak.
"Hath...she...did things, made me do...things.
Horrible, nasty things... Things I can't, I don't want
to remember. I did these things gladly...I wanted
to...please her."
Janet nodded, remembering a toxicology report that had
been run on the captive members of SG-1. Sam had
traces of a mood-altering drug in her system. It was
very powerful and similar to the intoxicating breath
Hathor had used on the male personnel when she had
attempted to take over the SGC the year before.
"Sam, you weren't yourself. I was waiting for the
right moment to bring this up. Hathor..." Sam jerked
slightly hearing the name, Janet noticed as she
continued, "She used a drug or compound like a
pheromone on you. After you had that in your system,
you would have done anything she wanted to, willingly.
She was using you. It was nothing you could
control..."
Sam turned and looked quickly at Janet, her eyes
bleak, before her gaze returned to the wall. Janet
felt her heart lurch at the despair in Sam's eyes.
"No, Janet, I knew what I was doing. I was aware every
minute of the time I was there. It wasn't like last
time when she took over the guys in the SGC...I knew
what I was doing. I wanted to do it. I wanted
to...please her."
"Do you still feel that way?" Sam shook her head then
nodded. Finally she shrugged. "But it's not as strong
as it was, is it?" Sam shook her head. "See? Your body
is purging the compound out of your system. Have you
ever smoked pot?"
The question, seemingly unrelated, brought Sam's
attention on Janet. She nodded once, "Yes, on a field
trip in high school. Didn't do much for me and I never
tried it again. What has that got to do with this?"
"The THC in pot alters your perceptions, like alcohol
but somewhat different. You don't loose as much
control as fast with pot. Well, depending on how much
or how fast you smoke it. You still know what you're
doing, but it becomes easier to do something different
if you're high. I...I agreed to marry my ex- while we
were stoned." Janet gave Sam an embarrassed smile, "I
never smoked that shit again!
"The point is, I knew what I was doing. But I couldn't
completely control myself. It was the same with
Ha...with her. You may have known what you were doing
but you couldn't do anything about it. Because of the
drug! Do you see what I'm getting at?"
Sam nodded but Janet could see she was still confused
and uncertain. "Sam? What I'm trying to tell you is
that you may have known what you were doing and even
thought you wanted to, but she was controlling you."
"But how? She didn't breathe that purple air or
anything on me. From the time I saw her in the false
Gateroom, I was ready to do anything she wanted. I
wanted to do it!"
"Weren't you scared or at least alarmed when she first
appeared?" Sam nodded. "Then, she touched you, didn't
she?" Sam nodded again. "That was probably how she did
it. Some psychoactive agent absorbed though the skin.
Tell me, her touch...I'm sorry to make you
remember,Sam, but this is important. When she touched
you, was her skin dry or moist?"
"I don't remember, sort of moist, I guess. Like when
you lick your fingers to turn a page?"
Janet nodded. "I'm betting it was her saliva. Later,
when you had been taken to her chambers..." Seeing the
pain in Sam's eyes, Janet stopped her analysis. She
wrapped her arms around Sam and held her gently.
"I am so sorry! I wasn't thinking. Sam, I am so very
sorry."
The taller woman nodded into Janet's short, brown
hair. Sam took a deep, shuddering breath and relaxed
in Janet's arms.
After several quiet minutes, they both got ready then
climbed into the bed. Sam, to her credit, barely
hesitated, choosing to ignore her more recent
memories.
Janet spooned against Sam, hoping the woman would feel
safe and comfortable in her embrace. It was an
entirely non-threatening position.
The blonde tensed when Janet first moved against her
and wrapped her arms around Sam. Sam always found it
comforting but never more so than after the horrendous
events of the last several weeks. She was soon
breathing deeply and regularly, sleeping in her
lover's arms.
Janet didn't fall asleep as fast. Her mind was working
incessantly on the problem of Sam's apparent
aquiesence to Hathor. If Hathor had kissed Sam (almost
a certainty in a sexual situation), her saliva could
have enough of the pheromone-like agent to completely
enthrall Sam, even against her strong will. And if she
forced Sam to perform oral sex on her, the evil
woman's secretions would probably heighten the effect.
With the source of this agent gone, Sam's body would
begin cleansing itself of this substance.
Eventually, Janet's mind ran down as fatigue took over
and she finally fell asleep, her arms still holding
the woman she loved.
Janet woke up several hours later. Sam wasn't in the
bed! In a panic, Janet jumped out of bed and ran out
of the room. She ran down the stairs and found Sam
curled up asleep in the recliner.
Relieved that Sam was alright, Janet gently shook her
awake. "Hey, Sam. C'mon, wake up."
"Oh, wha...? Janet? Where am I?"
"C'mon, love. Let's get back to bed. You must be
freezing down here," Janet said as she tugged Sam to
her feet.
Sam frowned and said, "I woke up and didn't know where
I was. I was scared and then I saw you. But I didn't
know if it was really you..."
"It's really me." Janet planted a light kiss on Sam's
forehead. Sam flinched a little, but less than she had
before in the Med Center. "Come upstairs with me."
Sam continued as if she hadn't heard Janet. "I went
into Cassie's room to see if she was okay. She looked
so sweet and innocent." Sam began to cry again.
Janet led her back to their bed and held her. "It's
okay, honey. Cassie's fine. And you will be too!"
"Janet...I...I felt so dirty then. I had to go down
there to be alone. When she...that bi-" Sam sobbed
quietly for a few moments then, with a deep breath,
she continued, "She made me...no, I volunteered the
information. I told Ha...her about Cassie and us. She
threatened to ki-i-ill you and Cassie. But after
she...Oh God, I can't..." Sam was sobbing.
"Hon, you need to talk about this. Get it out in the
open and you can start to heal," Janet whispered.
"I know all that!" Sam said bitterly. "It's just
that...I can't tell you...oh hell! She said she'd make
me ki-i-" Sam shook her head violently, her words
broken by sobs.
Janet, already chilled by the words she just heard,
was suddenly afraid when Sam told her the rest.
"She said she would have me ki...that I would do it.
And...God help me, Janet! I think I would have, just
to please her..."
Sam tore away from Janet and ran into the guest room
down the hall. Slamming the door, she collapsed on the
unmade bed. She lay there crying and hating herself
for what she would have done for that creature.
Janet sat on their bed, stunned. She couldn't believe
what Sam had told her. Sam could never, not in a
million years, allow anyone to harm Cassie!
She thought about going to find Sam, but she couldn't
make herself move from the bed. She just covered her
face with her hands and fell back onto the bed.
* * * * * *
Over the next few days, Sam's physical injuries
continued to mend. Scarring from the lash marks on her
back would probably be minimal. With some cosmetic
surgery, they could even be completely erased.
Her mental injuries, however, were deeper and far more
hurtful. She would stay in the guest room most of the
day. Janet had to coax her out for meals. And talk
herself into the room to check on Sam's injuries.
Janet was always aware that Sam could never hurt
Cassie or herself. Even under Hathor's influence, she
managed to fight back when Jack O'Neill was in danger.
Sam, however, would not talk about that or be
consoled. She had become a virtual mute in the
presence of Cassie or Janet, ashamed of herself, of
how she perceived herself.
After a week, Sam asked Janet if she could go home.
Janet considered it and decided that Sam wasn't going
to harm herself - Sam wasn't the type. And being in
the house with them was a constant reminder of her
supposed betrayal. Sam's pain and alienation was
starting to affect Cassie, too. Janet reluctantly
decided that they would all be better apart.
As Sam left, Cassie hugged her and began to sob into
Sam's shirt. "Don't go Sam! Stay! Please?"
"I have to Cass. For a while, anyway," Sam said as she
gently pried the teenager away from her.
Janet put her hands on Cass' shoulders as Sam climbed
on her Indian and roared off down the street and out
of their lives.
* * * * * *
Sam was racing down the tunnel after the retreating
Goa'uld known as Seth. She was constantly dodging
around dazed cult members he had led into this escape
tunnel.
She looked at the kids around her and could only think
disgustedly of sheep. Inadvertently, she thought of
what her father had said when he came from the Tok'ra
to help search for Seth, a renegade Goa'uld.
Apparently this alien had mind control powers
like...Sam choked off that memory, refusing to even
think about the evil creature that had enslaved her.
She was coming up to a bend in the tunnel and slowed
her pace.
Finally, she saw him ahead of her. She raised the hand
with the ribbon weapon and fired as he fired. She
fired again and he went down.
Sam trotted up to him and fired again. Her rage fueled
the device as she, in her mind, was firing on all the
Goa'uld that had ever been. Taking revenge for all the
evil they had perpetrated over the long millenia. The
force of the blast shoved Seth's corpse several inches
into the hard-packed earth.
Sam stood there in amazement as her father and the
other members of SG-1 came up to her. They all stared
at the dead Goa'uld laying twelve inches into the
tunnel floor.
Jacob Carter put his hand on Sam's shoulder and said,
"Let's go home, Sam."
* * * * * *
Jacob Carter sat on the aisle and looked at his
daughter as she stared out of the window of their
Denver-bound jet. So much like his beloved wife but
with that fierce independent streak that had often
gotten him into trouble in his younger days.
She was plainly more upset by her enslavement than she
had led him to believe. But every time he tried to get
her to open up about it, she bluntly stated that there
was nothing to talk about.
"Sam," the older man said gently. "Sam, I know you
don't want to talk but I can see this is tearing you
up. Please, let me help."
Sam shook her head. "No one can help. I have to get
this worked out on my own. You can't help, Janet can't
help, no one can help." And with that, she closed her
eyes and feigned sleep.
'Janet?' he thought. 'Janet Fraiser? Hmm...'
Jacob then shook his head sadly. The Tok'ra had many
marvelous devices to help heal people physically but
nothing that could fix this kind of emotional hurt. He
resolved to speak to Doctor Fraiser before he returned
to the Tok'ra through the Stargate.
* * * * * *
Janet looked up at the gentle knocking on her office
door. She smiled when she saw General Carter standing
there in his Tok'ra robes. "Yes sir? How was the
trip?" Then Janet paused, what if the reunion with his
estranged son hadn't gone well?
"That went well. I got to see my granddaughter and
Mark and I managed to work some things out. There's
more we need to do but...
"Actually, Doctor, the reason I stopped by is... Well,
it's about my daughter." He noted the tightening
expression on Janet's face. "I know you've been her
friend and, um... Well, I was hoping we could talk."
"Of course, sir. Please come in and have a seat,"
Janet gestured to one of the chairs before her desk.
Jacob sat down tensely and said, "I know she's
extremely upset about whatever happened while she and
the others were prisoners of Hathor. She won't talk
about it but I know Sam. I know my daughter. She is
holding in this big ball of...I don't know. Hurt?
Anger?"
"I think she feels ashamed," Janet offered. As a look
of confusion crossed Jacob's face, Janet decided he,
as a father, should know what Sam had gone through and
what she said about wanting to please Hathor. She told
him but spared him details like the Und'fre device.
"She shouldn't feel guilty or ashamed. She was raped!"
Jacob declared, his rage making his voice sound
ragged. "That BITCH raped my daughter! If she wasn't
already dead..." His voice faded to nothing.
"I'm sorry Doctor. It's just that hearing that brought
back all the anger, the hurt and fear I felt when I
learned Sam had been taken." Jacob shook his head, "I
never realized how bad it was." When he looked up,
Janet saw tears in his eyes.
"General, I'm sure she'll be fine. She just needs time
to heal. Time to come to terms with what was done to
her."
Jacob nodded and said, "Thank you Doctor. And, please,
call me Jacob."
"Uh, yessir, um, Jacob."
"Doctor? Janet? May I ask you a personal question?
Strictly off the record?" Jacob asked.
"Certainly." Janet felt a twinge of uneasiness in her
gut but pushed it back down.
"Are you and Sam...are you... I'm sorry, this is a
little hard for me to ask." Jacob made a visible
effort to relax and asked, "Janet, are you and Sam
lov...uh, lovers?"
Janet knew what the question was the first time Jacob
hesitated but she still pangs of guilt and fear. This
was Sam's father, as well as a ranking officer, a
general, in the Air Force. For all Janet knew, he
might think two women in love is evil. Or, at best,
immoral. Taking a deep breath, Janet nodded and said,
"Yes sir, we are. Well, we were... How did you...?"
"As I said, I know my daughter," Jacob said. "I could
tell before all this that she was really happy. Maybe
for the first time since her mother was killed. It
wasn't until later that I realized, from a comment she
made, that you were the source of her happiness.
"Janet, I...it's not you but I feel uncomfortable
talking about this. Would it be alright if Selmac
continues for me?"
"Well, yes, sure."
Jacob smiled tightly and nodded. He looked towards the
floor and Janet saw the customary flash of light in
his eyes as the symbiote's consciousness asserted
itself.
Looking up, Selmac, in the deep, echoey voice of the
Goa'uld, spoke. "Doctor Fraiser, I am sorry. My host
feels uncomfortable speaking of human sexuality. Being
what and who I am, that is not a problem for me. I
want to ask you some questions. This will hopefully
benefit yourself, Samantha, and Jacob. Is this
acceptable to you?"
"Of course," Janet responded.
"Very well. You and Samantha have had sexual
relations? Recently?"
Janet shook her head, "No, we don't have sex. We make,
or rather, made love."
"There is a difference?" Selmac asked, puzzled by what
he considered human semantics.
"Yes, sex is just the physical action. It only
requires two people to physically satisfy each other.
What Sam and I did was make love. We shared our bodies
but we also shared our hearts and our souls. Do you
understand?" Janet asked.
"Yes, I believe I understand the difference. In
Jacob's memories, he also notes the difference. He
often made love to his wife, but he merely had sex
with a West Berlin hooker."
Janet's face reddened and she cleared her throat, "Um,
well, yes, that's another, uh, example," Janet said.
'Boy, Goa'ulds, even Tok'ra ones, aren't very
diplomatic,' she thought.
"Have you and Samantha had se...rather, made love
recently?"
Shaking her head, Janet said sadly, "Not since before
Hathor captured her, uh, them."
"Do you still love her?"
"Yes, I guess that's why it hurts so much more
than..." Janet trailed off, blinking back tears.
"Doctor, have you shared dreams with Samantha?" Janet
looked at Selmac blankly. "What I mean to say is, to
your knowledge, have you had the same dream as
Samantha?"
"I don't know. We never discussed our dreams before."
Janet paused. "Well, that's not entirely true. About a
month before that mission, Sam and I both woke up at
the same time. As it turned out we had similar dreams
about Cassie going away to college. We just figured it
was a coincidence."
Selmac nodded, "I believe that dream, and others, was
more than a coincidence. I believe you two share
G'straa."
Janet shook her head, "Ja-straw? What's that?"
"Simply put, it is the perfect union of two souls. In
G'straa, you may share common dreams and feel
more...attuned to your partner. It is a form of
telepathy, to use one of your crude terms. And because
of that, it is rare in humans. I would have said
impossible."
"But I've never had any feelings of deja vu or
anything. How can I share Sam's dreams? How can we be
ja-straw?"
"Samantha was a temporary host to Jolinar. Human hosts
may exhibit some mild telepathic abilities as a result
of joining. Of course, there had to be that dormant
seed of mental ability to be able to manifest itself.
Not even all Goa'uld have this ability. Unlike humans,
there are more sensitive Goa'uld than non-sensitive.
"Did you have any dreams, I believe you call them
nightmares? While Samantha was in capitivity?" Selmac
looked at Janet in earnest.
"Yes, I guess I did. I dreamed of Hathor holding her
and doing things to her...things I can't or don't want
to remember...I guess before we even knew that Hathor
had her and the rest of SG-1."
Selmac clapped his/Jacob's hands together once in
triumph. "I was right! G'straa! Samantha was on the
far side of the galaxy and you still shared a dream
across unimaginable distances."
"This might be very interesting to you but how does
this help Sam?" Janet asked.
"We believe that G'straa is a bond even death cannot
sever. It is stronger than the worst tortures and can
survive the harshest tests. I believe that, if you do
share G'straa with Samantha, you can be the one to
help save her." Selmac sat back with a small grin.
Janet sat and stared at the man across from her.
"What? How?" she finally asked.
"You will be her anchor, if you will. It may not be
soon. It may not be for quite some time, but I believe
that you will be able to lift this darkness from
Samantha and completely free her from the shadow of
Hathor's cursed existence. I'm afraid, though, that I
cannot tell you more than this. It, G'straa, is
virtually unheard of in humans, as I said. This is
what you would term uncharted territory.
"I believe that it is time to let Jacob speak. Thank
you, Doctor. I shall rest easier now, as will Jacob."
Selmac smiled and looked down. His eyes flared again
and Jacob looked up. He didn't meet Janet's eyes at
first but finally did manage to look at her. "Doctor,
um Janet, I want to thank you for being honest with
Selmac. I...I don't deal with this kind of thing well.
It's not just the... I, um, left it to my wife to
explain the birds and the bees to the kids."
Janet smiled, "My father was the same way."
"Yes, well!" Jacob stood, "I have to head back. Thank
you, Janet. What the three of us spoke about in here
is between us. I may still officially be Air Force
but...well, you know." He held out his hand and Janet
took it, "Thank you."
As Janet stepped from around her desk, Jacob said, "I
know from the way Sam was before...well, I wanted to
tell you that I think you're the best thing that ever
happened to my little girl."
"And she is for me, too, sir," Janet said. She hugged
him and Jacob returned the embrace.
As Jacob opened the door, he looked back and said,
"That hooker in Berlin? It was before I met Sam's
mother."
Janet smiled at the open doorway. She felt the first
glimmers of hope now.
 (c) John O'Conner
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