NOTE: This story was written before I knew the show had done anything with Morgan LeFay.
The Highest Bidder
My name? Loz...that's is, just Loz. I used to be Loz First Prime of the Goddess Morgan LeFay. The most beautiful creature this wretched Galaxy has ever seen. Even Hathor admired Morgan's stunning ruby hair, emerald eyes, and pure ivory skin. I thought that nothing, not even Time, could bring itself to destroy such a breathtaking creature.
And then I met this creep...and his merry band of trigger happy psychopathic friends.
You've ruined my life Daniel Jackson. But that's okay, because you promised to help me pick up the pieces...and like it or not, that's exactly what you're going to do. Yes, yes, you trusted me...you shouldn't have.
Oh, I don't want or even particularly need your help per se. However I need to face facts here. Thanks to you, I have lost my Goddess, my home...my family. That Sho'va friend of yours didn't even think twice about cutting down my husband, and as though to add insult to injury he did so with a Staff Weapon...a gift from the Gods!
I wish he hadn't gotten away with the others.
Oh well, at least I got one of you, which is far more than most can say. Your reputation proceeds you. But don't worry, I'm not going to try and keep you long. Bad luck seems to fall on anyone anywhere near you, friend or foe.
However, I'm willing to bet there are a few extremely rich fools out there who will be more than willing to part with a healthy sum to try their luck with you. You're clearly worth your weight in Naquadah, probably more. The Galaxy is such an amazingly large place, and yet you've still managed to make blood enemies with over half of it.
Now where is that recorder...ah, here it is. Since I clearly can't sell you on my own I'll have to go through one of the Auction Houses. They'll take a healthy bite out of the profits, but it's worth it for the extra security. Let's see...
Currently up for open auction, Dr. Daniel Jackson. Noted Tau'ri Anthropologist...what? Oh...sorry 'Archeologist', member of SG-1, murderer of Morgan LaFey, Ra, Hathor, Apophis, Anubis...this list there goes on. Reads and writes twenty some odd languages, and is a professional thorn in the side of most of you out there hearing this message.
He is alive, and in reasonably good condition. Bidding ends when Alpha Centari enters ellipse with the fifth moon around the eight planet...approximately one Tau'ri week from tomorrow. This is a once in a life time opportunity, acceptable bids include gold, Naquadah, territory, ect...whatever you think he's worth.
Hey, you wouldn't want to translate this into a few languages for me, it will cost me extra to have the Auction House do it. ...no? I didn't really think you would, but I thought I'd offer. It would give you something to do. Fine, whatever, I don't really care if you're bored.
Let's see...what am I missing? Oh yeah:
For any bidders without a personal vendetta against Jackson, he is a young Tau'ri buck, good teeth, strong back, slight vision defect, but would still make an attractive host or excellent breeding stock. A bit 'green' to be a palace pet, but with training...who knows?
I think that should just about do it.
Oh stop looking at me like that. Your puppy dog eyes aren't going to change my mind...or my heart.
Sigh...fine. I'll give you a chance. Despite the fact that you slaughtered my Queen without mercy, I'll show you some. I'll have a copy of the auction sent to your miserable Tau'ri friends.
After all fair is fair, and you are up to the highest bidder...no matter who it is.