Fic: Queen of Atlantis 4/?
"I just wanna go on record," Jack said, glowering, "that I think this is the worst idea ever!"
"So....you'd rather let her die?" Daniel asked.
"Well, y---I mean----there's the---- Danny, that's not a fair question!"
She chuckled despite herself, amused at their antics.
"I mean," Jack went on, gesturing at the tank. "That's not even a normal snake! Doc said it's loaded with human DNA---"
"*My* DNA," Daniel said quietly.
And Jack spluttered to silence. "Aw, hell. Daniel...."
"It's okay," Daniel smiled. "I wasn't in my right mind and we all know it." He looked at Hatshepsut. "There's nothing to forgive. It wasn't you."
She closed her mouth and nodded. Then she looked back at the creature swimming lethargically in the tank. "It is so small...."
"It is a juvenile," Teal'C said. "We do not know if it shall even join with you."
"Then let us see." She squared her shoulders. "I will not die, not when there is a chance to be healed."
"That thing could take you over in a heartbeat!" Jack snarled.
"I am aware of that, thank you," Hatshepsut chuckled.
"Sir, that's why we are armed," Sam pointed out, and Jack fell into grumbling silence.
Hatshepsut took a deep breath. Another. Then she reached into the tank and lifted out the screeching young symbiote.
Green eyes bored into red ones and she hissed at it, "You will not control me, little one." She held it tighter. "You will *not* control me. We can work together. And we shall. Heal me --- and I shall protect you. Try to control me...." She tightened her grip until the symbiote wailed in pain. "....and I shall be the cause of your death. Work with me....and we both shall thrive."
With that, she positioned the creature and opened her mouth.
It screeched and flowed into her mouth and down her throat like water. Her body swayed and stiffened, the eyes flashing golden.
Teal'C stepped forward. "Whom am I addressing?"
Her right hand raised imperiously as the creature settled in. Her eyes closed and she swayed, then they opened and flashed golden as she turned to them. Her lips curved in a sweet, slightly seductive smile and her voice was the distortion of the Goa'uld.
"You may call me Hathor. It pleases me above others."
Hands began drifting to guns, and then the glow died away to green and the smile grew large and happy and Hatshepsut's normal voice laughed, "And I am still Hatshepsut! We exist *together!*"
"Whoa," was all Jack could muster.