Across the Divide

Hathor

AN: Ok firstly:

AN: Italics is Tok'ra/Host internal conversation or symbiote only speech. Normal text is ordinary humans speaking. Bold text is host only and bold italic is Tok'ra/Host speaking together. (This note will be at the begining of every chapter so that no-one gets too confused!)

This story is a cross-over between Star Trek Voyager and Stargate SG1 it is set in Season Five of Voyager and around midway through Season Two of Stargate. Hopefully it will not get too confusing. Also hopefully Larry, the big butt-ugly spider that lives under my desk somewhere or his smaller girlfriend Judy, will not come out and give me a heart attack as I type this. If this story cuts out in the middle it is because Larry and Judy have made an appearance and this Author is running for the hills screaming as she goes! Anyway enjoy the fic!

30/03/2009

NB: This is not a femslash. Sam Carter and Kathryn Janeway are just my lead characters. (They should have two character filters in for each category to make things clearer. And what about a crossover with more than two different 'universes'. Still not complaining: it's great to finally have a proper crossover area! I'm sure it will only get better!)

Kathryn Janeway, Tal Celes and Seven of Nine waited warily while the Jaffa strode amongst the prisoners hoping that if they kept their heads down and didn't attract attention they wouldn't select either of them. They sat with their backs to the woman they had called Hathor; the woman with the weird glowing eyes; whose guards all seemed to be in love with her. Their strategy worked and they dragged an Egyptian looking woman away ignoring her struggling and screams. As soon as they were gone everyone else relaxed somewhat.

It had started out as a fairly ordinary day Janeway reflected as she lay down on her front and looked around at the silk hangings and rugs spread over the prison she, Tal and Seven were sharing with eight other women.

Earlier that day they had been exploring a section of space where there had been some unusual spatial fluctuations that their scanners had picked up. They had found a spatial-temporal rift and decided that as it appeared to be stable they might as well explore. Once through the rift they had found a planet which looked as though it might have a power source they could exploit.

After ascertaining that the planet seemed safe they had beamed down and begun scanning for the power source. It hadn't been hard to find. In the middle of a clearing there was a gigantic circle made of a metal they had no name for. The power source they had detected was buried somewhere nearby.

Rather than start looking for it straight away they had decided to try and ascertain the purpose of the gigantic ring. It was covered with symbols, thirty-nine in total which Voyager's computer had been translating. There was also a device not far from the ring with the same symbols on it arranged in concentric rings around a red dome. Voyager's computer had just translated the symbols as spatial co-ordinates when the ring had begun to spin and the chevrons around the edge had started selecting symbols and lighting up.

They had retreated in alarm to what they thought was a safe distance just in time to avoid the cloud of blue something that whooshed outwards with enough energy in it to vaporise a human being. It had then retracted to form a blue membrane reminiscent of water. Seven people had emerged. A woman with hair the colour of flame, who Kathryn now knew was Hathor, and six of her personal guard. Two of them had serpent headdresses, one carried his under his arm and had a rather curious tattoo on his forehead, and the other four had bird headdresses that made them look like an ancient Egyptian god; though which one she couldn't remember.

The two groups had regarded each other for a while, the new arrivals curiously scanning each member of the scouting parties. Janeway and Chakotay had walked forward to introduce themselves when the woman had said something in a strange language and her guards had each pulled something from their belts and deployed them. It was obvious immediately that the strange curved things were weapons. Janeway had realised their intentions and gone for her Phaser too late. The aliens had opened fire with the strange curved weapons. They shot blue light, that dispersed when it hit it's victims, to look like lightning bolts leaping over and sinking into the skin. Those shot dropped thrashed, then lay still; conscious but in too much pain to move for a couple of minutes. They had returned fire but she had been hit.

The last thing she'd heard before being hit, and blacking out momentarily because of the extreme pain the involuntary thrashing had caused when it caused her recently repaired ribs to fracture again, had been the hiss of phasers; the strange sound of the enemy's weapons and a rapid, broken, roaring, punctuated with loud reports, which she couldn't identify. She'd regained consciousness to find herself held by one of the bird-guards and started to struggle, despite the pain in her side, just before Hathor had used a strange device attached to her hand to drain her strength and will. She hadn't cared what had happened to her then. As she stopped struggling and stared weakly at Hathor, one of Hathor's guards picked her limp body up and stepped through the ring. She'd blacked out again as her atoms reassembled on the other side of the ring. The sensation was worse than a slingshot round Saturn in a shuttle moving at 880kph with the inertial dampers offline.

Then she'd woken up in a strange coffin-like device with her ribs healed and been escorted here to this… harem, by one of the bird-guards, carefully memorising the route, wearing clothing that she found indecent and embarrassing, with no idea what had happened to the rest of her crew. She'd been here ever since with no means of communicating with anyone else apart from Seven; as nobody else here spoke Standard, English, French or German. With nothing else to do, except think, they were watching the guards patrol and noting the pattern so that they'd be able to work out when their best opportunity at escape would be.

The strange blue field vanished as Chakotay lifted his head and groaned. He had a killer headache; whatever the alien's weapons were they packed quite a punch. Shaking his head to try and clear it he sat up and looked around. He counted eight of Voyager's crew scattered in various positions of pain across the clearing; along with three strangers in green coverall's, who'd come from apparently no-where and started shooting at their strange assailants. He looked around at the people lying strewn across the grass, there should have been eleven of their people, and found that Captain Janeway, Ensign Tal Celes and Seven of Nine were missing. He got up and walked over to one of their unexpected allies; as he got closer he saw that the man had the same marking on his forehead as one of the Serpent Guards that had accompanied the woman with the fiery hair and glowing eyes.

Chakotay grabbed his jacket pulling him into a sitting position and shook him. He moved suddenly and Chakotay started as the man grabbed hold of his forearms. One of the men with him sat up and pointed one of the primitive projectile weapons at him in a warning gesture.

"Let him go." He demanded.

Chakotay glanced in his direction, noting his name and rank, then proceeded to ignore him.

"Who are you and why do you bear that mark?" Chakotay demanded of the man he was holding.

"I am Teal'c. I am a Jaffa that is why I bear this mark. However I no longer serve the Goa'uld. I am allied to these," he gestured to his comrades, "the Tauri." Chakotay decided he was telling the truth but didn't let him go not sure who these 'Tauri' were and if they could be trusted.

"That woman was she Goa'uld?" He asked.

"Yes." Teal'c replied.

"Are you enemies of the Goa'uld or their allies?" Chakotay demanded. Their apparent help could be a trick.

"Oh for crying out loud. Do allies shoot at each other?" Colonel O'Neill, who was still pointing the gun at him, asked. Chakotay ignored him.

"The Goa'uld are a race of parasitic beings who take humanoid beings as hosts. The one we saw was Hathor. I do not know why we are still alive." Teal'c replied.

Chakotay decided he was telling the truth and that it wasn't a ruse and let him go. "I apologise. I see you are not our enemies."

"Glad we've sorted that out." Said the third man, Daniel Jackson, who was now sitting up and polishing a pair of glasses on his jacket.

"Any idea where she went? She's taken three of my people including our commanding officer." Chakotay asked them.

"I do not." Teal'c replied. "There are several hundred possible worlds she could have gated to. We must find her though; Captain Carter has been taken as well. If you saw the address we can go straight there and retrieve your people and Captain Carter." He concluded.

"Any of you people see any of the symbols on the dial home device?" Jack O'Neill asked the group of people around them while getting to his feet.

"I saw a couple of the symbols sir." Tom Paris replied looking at Chakotay.

"I saw a few of them as we-." Crewman Jetal added before she was interrupted by Tuvok.

"Commander, Crewman Baxter and Lieutenant Farrell are dead." O'Neill winced and the rest of Chakotay's crew froze. There was a long pause.

"Can you show me which symbols?" Daniel asked eventually pulling a notebook and pencil out of his pocket.

Tom and Jetal looked at him for permission.

Chakotay nodded, before checking the two crewmen himself, they were definitely dead, and Tom and Jetal went over to the dial home device with Daniel.

"Beam directly to sickbay with them; the doctor might be able to revive them. Then report to the Bridge. Stay in geosynchronous orbit around this planet and monitor the rift. Contact me if there's anything untoward." Chakotay ordered Tuvok. Tuvok nodded and called for a beam out. He and the bodies of Crewman Baxter and Lieutenant Farrell disappeared in a haze of shimmering blue atoms.

Teal'c raised an eyebrow and said something in the language they couldn't understand. O'Neill's jaw nearly hit the floor as he gaped. Daniel blinked and took his glasses off so he could rub his eyes.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day." He commented to himself. "I have the symbols Jack. We can go back now." Daniel interrupted their astonished silence. Jack closed his mouth and stopped staring at the space where the three people had been a few moments before. Teal'c stood too.

"Start dialing." He said to him. Daniel started inputting Earth's co-ordinates.

Chakotay was about to ask a question when O'Neill spoke.

"I know you people are probably really busy with studying your rift-thing but I think you should come back to our place so we can get started on finding our missing people." O'Neill said. "We have a database of all the possible planets Hathor could have gone to."

Chakotay agreed and everyone gathered together. When the gate opened he stepped through with the remainder of his group and O'Neill's hoping that it would be possible to retrieve his crew quickly and with as little loss of life as possible.

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