Chapter 4
Severus Snape was displeased. There were no anti-apparition wards that he had sensed, no wards of any kind. There were, however, copious amounts of foreign technology. That, and he was deep underground. Attempting a side-along had not been the best plan, he knew that now. He had seen the boy and panicked, his instinct to snatch him and immediately escape having prevailed over planning and logic.
Snape sighed, and glared at his four burly armed guards interspersed between the medical equipment arranged around his hospital bed. The weapon with which he had originally been shot in the corridor was apparently called a Za'at gun, and was something like a taser, except that it could also be used lethally. This he had gleaned from the orders given when he had been shuttled to the hospital ward. The men were carrying them, but on the stun setting.
While only semi conscious he had been examined by a short female doctor and then stabbed with a needle for an IV bag of sedatives. Fortunately, he had not been restrained, only had both hands handcuffed, so he was able to pinch the hose so that less medication hit his blood stream. Unfortunately, he seemed to be having a rather strong reaction to what had been successfully injected.
Severus' eyes flicked to the opening infirmary door, his face blank. The blond woman from the corridor walked in and dismissed the guards. She was accompanied by an imposing bald man with dark skin, and a strange gold emblem on his forehead. He carried himself well, his movements precise, and his eyes took in the whole room at a glance, a sharpness to them. He wouldn't be referring to *this* bald man as Mr. Potato Head. Or maybe he would, just for shits and giggles. It'd been a while since he was in a nice muggle fight.
Walking beside the two was Harry, who looked rather concerned, observing the rather loopy expression on Severus' face and his inability to keep his head upright.
"Sir? What happened? Are you alright?!"
"I'd be doing marvelous if I didn't appear to be allergic to the Benzodiazepines their medic injected me with."
"The...what?" Harry blinked as his professor's head wobbled strangely and the man fought to prevent his eyes from crossing.
"The drugs." Snape peered at him as if seeing him for the first time. "You know, y'ave your mum's eyes."
"What?!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yeah. Then when she got mad they always reminded me of the Avada Kedavra."
Harry face was slack, completely confused.
Carter and Teal'c listened interestedly. Their detainee turned his hazy attention to them.
"What the hell are you lookin' at Apophis?"
The Jaffa frowned.
"Teal'c?" Queried Carter. "I don't sense the presence of a Goa'uld."
"Neither do I. However, I am still at a loss as to his species or planet of origin." Teal'c turned back to the black clad man. "What do you know of Apophis?" He demanded.
"He's the enemy of Ra. The enemy of light and peace. An Evil Lord of Chaos. A right snakey bastard." Severus sneered. "You've got his shorthand symbol emblazoned on your forehead. Look! I've got one too." Snape yanked his left arm up and down against the cuffs. "Let's start a club and get t-shirts. Oh wait...that's already been done." He cackled and let his head thump back on the pillow.
Harry stared incredulously at his normally taciturn professor.
"When he was searched it was noted that he does have some tattoos on his body, some appear to be runes of some kind and one on his left arm, which is a surprisingly realistic representation of a snake coming out of a human looking skull." Carter murmured.
"Then that would indicate he comes from a world with similar wildlife to earth, or that he has been here before. I know of no people or go'auld affiliation with this symbol," Teal'c returned.
Severus' eyes shot back to them and bored into the Jaffa's. "You know...he killed her. He took everything from you." Severus said, his voice hypnotic, low and smooth as silk. "You're afraid for her. I can see it in your eyes. Oh...and guilt. So...Much...Guilt. You abandoned them."
Teal'c was still, his eyes wide.
"You have never hated anyone as much as the Dark God who claimed your ownership and burned his mark into your skin. You wish to see the fear in his eyes as you rip out his throat and dance on his entrails as you spread his blood in the dirt...!"
"ENOUGH." Bellowed Teal'c. Sweat was beaded on his forehead, his breathing uneven.
Carter looked back and forth between the two hyperventilating men, alarmed.
"I knew you could read minds!" Harry burst out gleefully.
Carter turned to him, horrified.
The two men continued to glare at one another.
Severus spoke, his voice cracking. "You let her die. It's your fault...Your fault the light of the sun died at the feet of a FALSE GOD!"
"She isn't DEAD! Get out!" Teal'c growled and dove for the other man.
"Teal'c!" Carter screamed as she attempted to body slam him away before he could get to the detainee's throat. Her attempt did little beyond break their eye contact. Like a spell was broken Teal'c stopped in his tracks, jerking his head around like he was dispelling a mental fog. He put his hands to his head and closed his eyes.
Snape slumped and his eyes rolled back into his head.
"Major Carter." Teal'c began, his voiced strained, his face still im his hands. "I wish to apologize for my lapse in control. I believe it would be prudent to avoid looking in this individual's eyes. He appears to be skilled at some form of mental manipulation. Also, I believe you should inform the doctor that the medication she gave her patient is ineffective in it's intended purpose and only serves to increase instability."
"I can't say I disagree." Carter muttered.
Harry shifted, breathing uneven. "Don't hurt him please. Don't experiment on him. It's just the drugs! He didn't mean to hurt anybody."
Teal'c grabbed the boy's shoulder before he could go closer to the unconscious man, and didn't miss the flinch it elicited.
"Come. We need to leave him now. The people of this facility are honorable. They will not harm him."
Harry missed the significance of his emphasis on *this* facility.