Hathor - Episode Tag

Hathor ... Episode Tag

Part 1

Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, he thought. It was a soothing balm on his blackened soul. He felt shitty about the whole Hathor incident. Luckily Carter and ol' Doc Frasier, and of course Teal'c, came through and saved their asses. He was supposed to be better at his job than that. He'd let that bitch suck him in. Made him a Jaffa, for crying out loud! That was another thing he'd have to thank Teal'c and Carter for later... making that ... eeeeuuwww... pouchy thing go away. He experienced a prolonged shiver, as he contemplated what living with one of Hathor's “children” inside him would have been like. Teal'c called it slavery. Jack felt a renewed respect for his Jaffa friend.

But as bad as Jack felt, he knew Danny felt worse. After Hathor left through the Stargate, Daniel moped around the base for days, until Jack sat down with him and made him talk. Normally Jack would have left well enough alone, but Carter, with her limpid, blue eyes, asked him to talk to Daniel, to try find out what was bothering him... and Jack couldn't refuse her... so he talked to Daniel.

“Okay, Danny, tell me what's wrong.” Jack sat opposite Daniel, leaning on the archaeologist's lab table, giving him the once over.

“Nothing!” Daniel said, defensively

“Yeah, right!” Jack picked up a hunk of stone on which some long dead scribbler had inscribed some kind of inscrutable characters. He turned it over and over in his hands.

“No, really, Jack, everything's just... peachy...” Daniel eyed the hunk of ancient tablet now passing from one of Jack's hands to the other in a nervous gesture, which looked potentially dangerous to the stone.

“Come on, Daniel... if you don't talk to me, Carter's gonna kick my ass.”

“Well... it's just ... I'm having some trouble sleeping. I keep running the whole Hathor incident around in my head, and ... I feel really bad about it, and ...” Now Jack wished Daniel would shut up, but it was clear that he needed to get something off his chest, so Jack just gritted his teeth and waited, listening. “I mean, I didn't realize we'd all been drugged by her, and then she started talking about the code of life, and she was just so beautiful, and she called me her 'beloved', and ...”

Jack understood what Daniel felt, even if he didn't quite get what he was talking about. There was a dreamy quality about the whole Hathor experience, as if he'd been walking through a really great erotic dream, but the problem was the eroticism lingered even after the dream dissipated. Yeah, the horniness persisted... man, did it persist!

“And then she threw me on the bed and she ... she ... uh, well, t-t-took advantage of me,” Daniel finished lamely.

“You mean she fucked you, don't you?” Jack said, his tone dry.

“Yeah,” Daniel sighed. “Yeah, she fucked me, and she fucked me, and she fucked me again... Jack, I've never had sex like that in my life! I don't know how many times I ... c-c-climaxed,” Daniel said.

“She fucked your lights out, Danny boy. You were nearly comatose afterwards, according to Carter.” Jack watched as Daniel teared up slightly. “What is it, Daniel?”

“It's just... I don't know how to feel about this!” Daniel nearly shouted with frustration. “I mean, on the one hand, I feel terribly violated. Hathor used my body to create Gould larvae to overrun Earth.” Daniel grew quiet. “On the other, it was the most incredible sex I've ever had. I've never felt so aroused. And afterward, I have never been so sated, so satisfied... not even with Share on our wedding night... and Jack, that was incredible...” Daniel put his head in his hands. “I feel like I cheated on my wife, I betrayed my world, and I'm beginning to think I'd do it again, if Hathor wanted me.”

“That's just the after effects of Hathor's love drug, Daniel,” Jack said. “I talked to Janet about it, and she told me that,” here Jack raised his fingers in the quote-unquote sign, “'the 'libidinous' effects of Hathor's sex technology outlasted her ability to control our minds.' The way I see it, she can't control our minds anymore, but we're gonna be horny for a while more. Janet thought it might wear off in a few days.”

Daniel sighed again. “I'm still having dreams about her, Jack. I haven't had a wet dream since I was 16... and now I'm having them a couple of times a night!” Daniel's eyes dropped, embarrassed. “Every morning I wake up pissed off , depressed and ... wet.”

“Hang in there, Daniel. This too, shall pass,” Jack said, patting Daniel on the shoulder, maneuvering out the door of Daniel's lab. He'd had enough of this. It was too much information and too similar to what he'd been experiencing.

“Thanks for letting me talk, Jack!” Daniel called to his friend's retreating back.

Jack headed back to his office. Well, he'd done his duty, he thought, as he settled down behind his paper strewn desk. He'd talked to Daniel and found out what was bothering him. Now, if only he could help himself! God, this horniness was irritating, he thought, looking down at his stiffening lap. How long did Janet say this would last? He was afraid he would chafe himself dry if he had to jerk off one more time.

There was a knock on his door. “Come!” he said irritably. Oh no... it was Carter. Jack scuttled his chair under the desk, so his lap was out of sight. All he needed was for Carter to notice his ever-present hard-on. He grabbed a paper off a stack and looked at it impatiently, hoping his 2IC got the message... scram!

Nope... she was having none of it. “How did your talk with Daniel go, sir?” she asked, standing in front of him, her hands tucked behind her back, her breasts pushed up, a serious expression on her beautiful face.

“Fine, Carter...” he said gruffly. He studied the paper in his hand intently. She leaned over, peeking at it. “Anything else?” he said, not looking at her.

“Uh... sir?” He looked up, stunned, as always, by her physical presence, as much as his admiration for her. She was smiling at him, one corner of her mouth crooked up higher than the other.

He frowned. God, she looked adorable. “What is it, Carter?” he asked, trying to stay irascible.

She leaned farther over his desk and suddenly he could smell her... whatever that smell was... cologne? Shampoo? Essence of Carter? It was driving him nuts! She leaned on one stiff arm and reached with the other, taking the paper in his hand, the one he'd been studying so hard, and turned it right side up... shit!

He cleared his throat, still looking at the paper. “Anything else, Captain?” He peeked up at her, to see a sparkling smile quirking his way.

“I can see you're busy, sir,” she said, her voice laden with irony. “So, I'll come back later... when you're not so... occupied... sir.” She ladled out her words like a thick honey sauce of gentle sarcasm and he felt like basking in her voice, at the same time as his embarrassment levels rose to ... well, embarrassing levels. And then she saluted him, pivoted and walked out of his office. Was that a sway in her hips?!? Damn, that woman had a fine ass.

Jack half-stood to watch her leave, then slumped back into his desk chair. Well, that's it, he thought. I'm definitely going to hell... sooner rather than later. Or maybe, he wondered, I'm already there... lusting after my 2IC, knowing she's off limits, and constantly horny. Yep, this is hell.