Disclaimer: Stargate: SG-1 and all related indicia are copyright MGM/UA and Showtime Inc. All things Power Rangers are copyright Saban Inc. No infringement is intended, and no profit will ever be made from the writing of this fan fiction. I'm a poor college student, so don't sue.

A few personal warnings. First off, I know very little about the military, and arbitrarily picked a goddess who I hoped was relatively minor for the beginning of this... but I could be wrong. I got to the point where I just didn't care anymore, so please ignore all the implausibilities. It's a fanfic.

Thanks to Peregrine and KrazieKat for their suggestions that got this story rolling. For SG-1, this is set in the third season, between "Legacy" and "Point of View." And I do spoil a thing or two. For PR, it's during first-season PRiS, although it primarily deals with the original Rangers. Translated dialogue is bracketed in ////. Rated PG-13 for language, some violence, and a bit with a Goa'uld that might bother the squeamish. Feedback is appreciated. Always. Just tell me you read the stupid thing!

Originally written: January 2000 - April 2000

Special Case
by Amanda Ohlin

Things like this were just not supposed to happen on a routine mission.

The dark, narrow chute suddenly opened up, and the young lieutenant plunged feet first into murky water. He surfaced a second later, gasping for air as he treaded water, somehow managing to hang on to his weapon in the process. The water was ice cold, a sharp contrast to the heat of the planet they were on. It was a moment before his vision readjusted to the dim light, and he thought he could see something straight ahead. The underground chamber was lit by the golden glow of the overhead lighting, glowing orbs set into the ceiling.

He suddenly realized that there was a current, very slight, but he could feel it tugging off towards the left. There was no opening that he could see, which meant it was beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath, he dived under the surface again, swimming towards a bright blur. As he reached it, he realized that the water was emptying out through a grate. With both hands, he gripped the bars and tugged, to no avail. The grate wouldn't budge.

Surfacing again briefly, he ducked under, swimming against the current to the opposite end of the underground pool. Again his searching fingers found a grate, and again it failed to budge. Lungs burning, he gave up on the grate and swam for the surface, gasping for air when he came up. He was grateful for even the stifling air of the chamber. Stale though it was, at least it was circulating. Which meant there was some sort of exit.

His eyes had fully adjusted to the light now, and he could clearly make out a ledge several feet away. The water was freezing, and swimming to freedom was not an option. Trying to ignore the chill, he started paddling for dry ground.

Finally, his hand made contact with solid stone. Ignoring the numbness that was setting into his limbs, the young man pushed himself up onto the ledge, flopping onto the dry stone like a dead fish. For several moments, he simply lay where he was, trying to get his bearings.

Easing himself up to a sitting position, he stripped off his vest and jacket, trying to rub some feeling back into his arms and legs as he reviewed the situation. His commander and the two others assigned as backup were probably still in retreat, unless they had already been captured. Colonel O'Neill and Dr. Jackson hadn't responded to any communications, which meant they were probably prisoners as well. The only reason he wasn't locked up with them was because the floor had disappeared beneath his feet a few moments ago.

Options. He needed options. Major Carter, the Jaffa named Teal'c, and the rest of the SG teams were probably still waiting by the Stargate. They probably remained unaware of the situation. Only three hours had passed since the teams had split up, and until five hours passed, they would do nothing. That left two full hours until the cavalry would even attempt rescue. And there was no guarantee that they wouldn't be fooled just as well. The probe had incorrectly indicated that the citadel was deserted; obviously, the Goa'uld who lived here had some kind of technology that would screw up their readings. The remainder of the SG teams would probably come in expecting a ghost town, and be ambushed just as they had.

Or not. If what he'd heard was true, Teal'c might be able to detect the deception ahead of time. The Jaffa apparently knew a hell of a lot about how the Goa'uld operated. Even so, the Goa'uld might wise up and kill their captives, or worse.

Right now, the best option in his condition would be to get moving as quickly as possible. Using the wall to steady himself, he staggered to his feet and checked his supplies. His sidearm was intact, although he couldn't tell if the water had done any lasting damage. So he would just have to trust that it didn't, for now. Sighing, he picked up his vest, shouldering it despite the dampness and checking the pockets. The radio was obviously shot to hell, but everything else was relatively intact.

The ledge he stood on went around the perimeter of the room, leading off to his left. Although it was hidden in shadow, it appeared there was a passageway connected to the ledge. It was rather narrow by the looks of it, and he would have to squeeze his way through.

Sighing, Lieutenant Jason Scott shouldered his weapon and began to ease his way along the edge.


"Well," Jack O'Neill commented, surveying their quarters. "This is just peachy."

He was standing in the middle of a fairly spacious cell, the dungeon of yet another Goa'uld stronghold. As dungeons went, it wasn't all that bad; the stone walls and floor were bone dry, and there was plenty of space to move. The ceiling was supported by thick columns scattered around the chamber, with ledges at the base to sit upon. In retrospect, it resembled the room they'd been locked up in during that first mission to Chulak, when Teal'c had defected and saved them all.

But Teal'c, of course, wasn't here. As far as Jack knew, the Jaffa was still waiting near the Stargate with Major Carter and a good portion of SG-3 and SG-5. Daniel was walking around the chamber, inspecting the walls and trying to make sense of the symbols.

"This looks familiar," Daniel murmured absently, echoing Jack's thoughts. "Like the dungeon on Chulak."

Jack snorted, glancing around at the scattering of natives sharing the dungeon with them, huddled in corners and peering at them with incomprehension. "Yeah, and we know what they had planned for people they threw in there. Can you do any better than that?"

Daniel sighed heavily. "Well, there's some contradictions here, Jack. I did catch a bit of the conversation between the guards - they used the feminine honorific speaking of their ruler, so we're dealing with a female Goa'uld."

"Oh, god, not another Hathor," Jack moaned.

"What puzzles me is the symbols here can't be right," Daniel continued, ignoring the interruption. "Most of the forms and symbols depict anthropomorphic forms, often with the head of a ram - the symbol of Banebdjetet, the ram god of Lower Egypt. Also known as the Ram of Mendes."

"Not female," Jack finished.

"Exactly." Daniel began to pace as he spoke, becoming entirely wrapped up in the discussion. "What gets me is that Banebdjetet, in most translations, died. The cause sort of varies, but it's always the same effect."

"So another Goa'uld's taken up shop in his place?"

"I suppose, although that puts us back at the beginning - wait a minute!" Daniel stopped mid-pace, his eyes lighting up. "Of course! She's barely mentioned in the texts, but if she were still alive she would still rule over his holdings!"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Can we skip to the punchline, Daniel?"

"Hatmehit," the Egyptologist responded. At Jack's blank look, he proceeded to explain. "Banebdjetet's wife, sometimes referred to as his consort. She's a dolphin goddess in most incarnations. It's rather fitting, considering part of this structure was built over the river. As far as they go, she's a relatively minor goddess."

"Fascinating," Jack said dryly. "So we've been captured by an amateur."

"That's probably not such a bad thing," Daniel pointed out. "She's much less likely to have recognized us as Tau'ri. The less prominent Goa'uld would naturally be left out of the loop."

"Daniel, that's strangely not comforting."

"Well, I tried."

Jack sagged against a pillar. "Yep, this is definitely a bad day."

He didn't get a chance to continue as the heavy doors of their prison suddenly creaked open. Three familiar figures were roughly shoved inside, landing unceremoniously on the hard, dusty floor. The doors promptly slammed shut behind them before Daniel or Jack could take a step towards the threshold. Not that any attempts to escape would get past the two armed Jaffa outside.

Coughing, the three began to pull themselves to their feet. Recognizing them, Jack sighed and went to help the men up. "I take it you fell into the same trap we did."

Colonel Makepeace nodded, coughing the last of the dust from his lungs. "You could say that."

"You didn't happen to get a message through to the others?" Daniel prodded hopefully.

"Negative," Makepeace sighed. "The rest of my team is still waiting at the Stargate with Major Carter and Teal'c. They probably don't even know anything's happened."

"Not that we have much of a chance of getting a message to them, much less getting to them," Jack pointed out.

Daniel glanced about them, eying the stone walls of the cell. "Well, this isn't exactly the most sturdy foundation I've ever seen. We could--"

"Even if we could tunnel out of here or whatever you're plotting, it wouldn't work," Makepeace interrupted. "We're not familiar with the layout, and we don't have any weapons."

"Yeah, well, I remember the last time I was thrown in a dump like this," Jack muttered, standing up as well and looking around. "We were on a waiting list for Goa'uld hosts." He stopped, noticing that there were only two soldiers with Makepeace. "Not all of your men accounted for? Who's missing?"

Makepeace sighed. "Lieutenant Scott. One minute we were being pursued by the Goa'uld, the next he was gone. The floor opened up beneath him. We must have triggered some kind of mechanism."

"Scott?" Jack hesitated, trying to place the name. "Isn't that the one who was just assigned to your command last month?"

"Yes, that's him," Makepeace admitted. "Although he's got more common sense than most green kids I've seen. Just needs some experience."

Daniel turned away, his mind whirling as he tried to piece together what he knew about their captor. "I think perhaps Teal'c mentioned something about this. They wouldn't do it in an arid climate, but over a river..." He trailed off.

"Daniel?" Jack said after a moment of silence. "You have something to tell us?"

"Maybe," Daniel responded, starting to pace. "I think Teal'c was talking about certain traps that some Goa'uld employed just for their own amusement. You know, have the floor disappear under a servant they didn't particularly like." He brushed his hair out of his face before continuing. "Usually, these would lead to a relatively safe landing instead of a fatal one. In this case, perhaps an underground sewer of sorts. In crises, it could be used as an escape hatch."

"So you're saying he may still be alive," Makepeace concluded.

Daniel frowned. "Theoretically. That is, of course, also assuming he hasn't been caught yet."

With a groan, Jack found the nearest dry place to sit and flopped down gracelessly. "So right now, our only hope of reaching the outside is a rookie. Great." He sighed. "I take back what I said. This isn't a bad day. This is a lousy day."


Thank God the upper levels were warmer.

Jason crouched behind a column, trying to ignore the chill of his damp uniform. Four armored guards marched down the corridor, oblivious to his presence. He waited a second before following, keeping well out of sight. After several turns, they stopped at a pair of ornate golden doors. As the doors slid open, Jason got a glimpse of the chamber inside. He got an especially good look at the table in the center of the room, large enough for a human body, with restraints built in. Even a newcomer to the SGC could figure out what that meant. They were preparing to take hosts.

He pulled back behind the column he was using as cover just in time to avoid being seen. At least now he knew what the Goa'uld planned to do with their captives. Unfortunately, it looked like they were going to be doing it very soon. While he actually thought he recognized the corridors he'd been passing through, there wasn't time to find his way out and get help. As far as time went, his best option would be to find the others before the Goa'uld took them as hosts.

Of course, he didn't have a clue where the SG teams were being held. Hell, he wasn't sure if his only weapon was working, and testing it out would only give away his position. The safest thing to do would be to find his way out and warn the backup at the Stargate. But by the time he brought the cavalry, it might be too late. The travel time alone would be enough to allow the Goa'uld to take them as hosts. He couldn't leave his commanding officer as well as the commander of SG-1 to that fate. How he was supposed to find, much less help them, he didn't know. This was crazy. He couldn't possibly do this himself.

Inhaling deeply, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. This was the big leagues now. This wasn't his first alien encounter, but then... well, to be honest, he'd had a lot more to work with as a Ranger. But the experience had to count for something. He could pull this off. He just had to think. Wherever the others were being held, it couldn't be far from the room where they actually implanted the host. It stood to reason that one didn't want to drag a prisoner all the way across the citadel, not with the possibility of escape.

From behind the doors, a woman's voice could be heard, loud and imperious. Jason couldn't understand what she was saying, but she didn't seem in the least bit happy. Jason could hear a panicked scream, which cut off abruptly with a snapping sound. He suppressed a shudder.

The doors swung open again, and three guards came out, supporting a lifeless body between them. A fourth emerged, and spoke briefly to the others before they parted ways. Jason watched the three drag the body away before turning and watching the fourth retreat. Suddenly, he had an idea. A crazy idea, but an idea nonetheless. Checking to make sure no one was in sight, he followed the Jaffa down the hall.


The Jaffa had rounded a corner when he heard a faint tapping nearby. He stopped, gripping his staff weapon expectantly. His other hand held a zatnicatel, which he opened with the flip of a switch. Another tap sounded, then another. It sounded like it was coming from one of the alcoves in the wall behind him. Trying to hear better, he retracted his helmet, approaching the alcove cautiously.

A sound startled him, and he whirled only to receive a blow to the face from the butt of an MP-5. Stunned, the Jaffa staggered back. He was momentarily blinded for a second as his helmet retracted. Kicking the zatnicatel out of the Jaffa's hand, Jason dived for it just as his opponent's vision came online. He grabbed the zatnicatel and rolled, just in time to avoid being blasted in the back. The blast from the staff weapon struck the floor instead, the explosion sending up a cloud of debris and dust.

That coupled with the explosion was enough of a distraction. Jason rolled onto his back, the zatnicatel in his hands.

He was fortunate enough to fire first.


"Eighty-five bottles of beer on the wall, eighty-five bottles of beer..."

"Jack, knock it off. Someone's coming."

As the door creaked open again, Jack fell silent as a pair of armored guards entered the room, helmets retracting as they surveyed the group huddled there. "I think we stick out just a bit here," Makepeace murmured.

Jack snorted. "Ya think?"

Behind the two guards, another stepped into the room, this one carrying a staff weapon in one hand and a zatnicatel in the other. Instead of joining the others, the guard lifted the zatnicatel, opening it. Hearing the whine-hiss of the weapon, the other two began to turn, but they were too late as they were enveloped by bursts of crackling blue energy. Unprepared for the assault, they collapsed to the floor, armor clattering against the stone. The remaining guard glanced down the hall before closing the door behind him.

"Who--" Daniel began.

The guard's helmet retracted to reveal a damp yet familiar face. Despite himself, Makepeace grinned, saluting briefly. "Lieutenant. Took you long enough."

Jason returned his commander's salute as best he could. "Sorry, sir, but I had to do a little swimming to get here."

"I told you," Daniel murmured, elbowing Jack. Jack merely rolled his eyes.


Major Samantha Carter studied the far-off shape of the citadel through her binoculars. "How much time do we have left?"

"It's been four hours and eleven minutes, Major," the nearby sergeant responded. "What's the situation?"

"Nothing... I thought..." She stopped, squinting at something. "Wait a second! Teal'c!"

The Jaffa was at her side in a moment, peering out at the horizon. "Major Carter, what is the problem?"

She handed the binoculars over. "I saw some movement down there. Not sure, but it looked like a Serpent Guard. Helmet was a little off."

"A Serpent Guard?" the sergeant echoed as Teal'c squinted through the lenses. "Didn't the probe indicate that structure was abandoned?"

Sam nodded as Teal'c suddenly paused, picking up something in his sights. "Exactly."

Teal'c lowered the binoculars after a moment, handing them back to her. "You are correct, Major. Although the helmet is not that of a Serpent or Horus Guard. I cannot make out the formation." He frowned.

"But it's Goa'uld," Sam concluded, and Teal'c nodded. "No wonder they've been gone so long."

"Most likely ambushed," the Jaffa replied, standing up. "We must rescue them before it is too late."

Pocketing the binoculars, Sam got to her feet as well. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing."


"Damn, I forgot how uncomfortable these things were."

Daniel sighed. He'd opted to play the role of guard, with Jason and Jack beneath the other two suits of armor. Jason only remained in the armor he'd stolen because there wasn't time to change over. Makepeace and the other SG members were their "prisoners," along with the four or so natives they'd managed to calm down. Once Daniel had communicated the situation, the other potential hosts had calmed down enough to play their parts fairly well. So far, they'd passed through the halls unmolested, despite the occasional smartass remark from Jack.

Beneath his helmet, Jason coughed. "Try it after you've had an ice bath. Sir," he added hastily as Jack turned to glare at him beneath the helmet.

One of the SG-5 members stifled a chuckle, and Daniel smiled. While he was nowhere near Jack's level of sarcasm, Jason occasionally seemed to have the same tendency to make wisecracks. In his case, it was quite a bit more subtle. And Daniel was getting the distinct feeling that the younger lieutenant was only trying to mask his true condition beneath the sarcasm. Whatever he'd gone through to find his way back to them and take out a few Jaffa along the way, it had definitely taken a lot out of him. Dr. Fraiser was sure to pounce on Lieutenant Scott the moment they returned through the Gate.

Daniel had to agree with Jack on one thing, however. The suits of armor *were* less than comfortable, but they were almost identical to those worn by the Serpent and Horus Guards - with the exception of the helmets. True to the Goa'uld that the Jaffa originally served, the guards' helmets were shaped like the head of a ram. He should have picked up on that the moment they were captured.

"Heads up, boys," he heard Makepeace murmur. Glancing back up again, Daniel almost stopped in his tracks. The open courtyard was maybe twenty feet away; he could see the open land through the windows up ahead.

"Jaffa! Cree!"

But between them and the exit was a serious obstacle. An imperious, irritated, ribbon-device-wielding obstacle. From the way she moved and the amount of jewelry she wore, not to mention the symbols, Daniel guessed that Hatmehit herself was storming towards them, flanked by her personal guard.

He was struck somewhat by her appearance, her attire obviously meant to play on the images of water associated with her. In a way, she looked like the polar opposite of Hathor. Her long black hair was partially braided up into an intricate headdress decorated with turquoise gems, letting the rest of her locks fall down her back like an ebony waterfall. The gems matched her flowing blue robes, which trailed to the floor. Her features were sharp and narrow, her skin pale and delicate. She was not pretty, but striking - and she was less than pleased.

He turned to face her as she strode up to them, surreptitiously placing himself at the head of the group. If any one of them was going to be able to understand and respond to her comments, it would be him.

She addressed him sharply. //What are you doing, Jaffa? Why are you taking these hosts from our stronghold?//

Time to play dumb. //My queen, we are only doing as we were ordered.//

Her eyes narrowed. //And what were your orders?//

//To take these prisoners into the courtyard and dispose of them.//

//What?!?!// She spun to face her entourage. //Which one of you ordered this?//

None of her personal guard responded. She stormed over to them, glaring fiercely at each one in turn. //Answer me!//

Still no answer. She hesitated, then turned back to face Daniel, looking over the group suspiciously. As her gaze met his through the helmet, Daniel bit his lip. She knew. How, he wasn't sure, but she knew. "Jaffa!" she shouted, slipping into English. "Attack."

Before her guards could move to obey, the outer wall cracked and burst under a barrage of staff weapons fire. Through the gaping hole, several uniformed figures could be seen taking cover at the far end of the courtyard, trading fire with the few sentries that were posted outside. Their cover blown, the escapees scattered, diving for cover.

Makepeace waved at Daniel, pointing to the other prisoners. "Get these people out of here!"

"Guess they figured something was up," Jack muttered as he fired a few staff blasts at Hatmehit's entourage.

The guards moved to surround Hatmehit, and a flicker of rippling light played about the Goa'uld, the sign of a personal energy field. Hosts or no hosts, their first directive was to protect their queen. And the attacking force outside was making that task a bit more difficult. While the rest of the teams traded fire with the guards, Daniel herded the natives out a side exit, moving them out and around the outer perimeter of the courtyard, trying to stay low. It wasn't easy in the borrowed armor, but there was no time to stop and shed his disguise.

A few of Hatmehit's guards took the brunt of staff blasts, and the rescue team was closing in. "We're going to have to make a break for it!" Makepeace shouted over the din. "We can't hold out forever!"

"You first!" Jack shouted back. "They might mistake us for the enemy!" He tossed Makepeace a zatnicatel. "Head for the treeline! We'll cover you!"

Makepeace nodded, beckoning to the two others still in uniform. As Jason and Jack provided cover fire, the three men made a break for the trees. By the time they were halfway across the courtyard, most of their cover fire was being handled by Teal'c, Carter, and the rest of SG-5. Jack thought he could actually catch a glimpse of the Jaffa's bald head for a moment before ducking back down again. To his immense relief, Makepeace and the other two made it across, disappearing behind the stand of boulders Teal'c was using as cover.

Jack dropped down again, waving to Jason to do the same. "We're going to give them a second," he ordered the lieutenant. "Don't want our own men firing on us." He beckoned for Jason to follow. They moved closer to the edge of the courtyard, staying under cover. Hatmehit had momentarily forgotten about them, and her guards were focusing all their attention on the enemy on the other side of the courtyard.

They crouched behind a pile of rubble, which had been a statue only moments ago. "Think you can run in that?" Jack asked, gesturing to the borrowed armor.

Jason shrugged. "I guess I'll find out, sir."

"All right, on my mark," Jack murmured. "One, two, three... mark!"

They dashed out into the open as the ground around them erupted in energy blasts. Fortunately, running wasn't as impossible as Jack had feared, and Makepeace had gotten through to Teal'c and Carter. "O'Neill!" Teal'c shouted, popping up briefly. "Here!"

Jack finally made it across the open area, diving behind the first solid piece of cover he could find. As he headed up the hill, he heard the sound of a staff blast striking the ground, accompanied by a cry of pain. He turned to see Lieutenant Scott hitting the dirt, felled by a shot to the leg. The young man struggled to get to his feet as Hatmehit, flanked by two guards, strode across the field towards him. She'd activated an energy shield, and was unharmed by the weapons fire as she reached the fallen soldier.

One of the guards bent down and grabbed Jason by the scruff of the neck, activating the control to retract the helmet. It took both guards to forcibly flip Jason over and hold him while Hatmehit opened her hand, shining the ribbon device into Jason's eyes. As the light met his eyes, Jason's struggles ceased and he went limp, succumbing to the paralysis induced by the device.

"Dammit!" Jack cursed, about to leap up and go after the kid. But suddenly, Sam, Makepeace, and two other soldiers were there, hustling him up the hill into the cover of the trees.