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The Results - Part 6 of 'An Education'

by Gumnut

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).


It was the hum in her blood that woke her. It danced and sung, vibrating against her bones, setting the hairs on the back of her neck up like soldiers on parade. Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Something was rough against the skin of her cheek, and she opened her eyes to a view of carpet. Green carpet. A door. Her house.

Her vision blurred and the image wavered. The ache in her head pounded behind her cheekbones as if her brain wanted out just so it could dance the Tarantella on the floorboards. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to focus. There was something wrong, and she had to do something about it.

She opened her eyes again.

Blood dripped onto the carpet.

Her initial reaction brought her head up and away, causing the room to spin and the ache in her head to swell to gigantic proportions, but she found herself pinned under something, and it held her down. For a moment she panicked, struggling under the pliant weight.

A hand dropped into sight.

Oh god.

"Mom?"

The hum in her blood sang louder.

Oh, god, the Goa'uld. There was a Goa'uld in her Mom.

She struggled to get out from underneath her mother, and tried not to cry, but the tears ran freely. Uncle Jack was here somewhere, hurt probably dying. Mom wasn't very heavy, but Cassie found that her co-ordination was off, her head would not stop spinning, and her ears were full of the song in her bones.

Something fell onto the carpet with a soft sigh.

Something screeched.

She froze.

Turning her head slowly she was in time to see the slimy shape of the Goa'uld parasite rear up on itself, its black hide shimmering under a ragged coating of rapidly congealing blood and gore. It writhed like a snake, flexing its four fangs in the cool air, and the hum in her blood reached a crescendo, screaming in echo of the screeching death that dripped red on the carpet.

Dead eyes caught hers, and time stopped.

She knew she wouldn't be able to move fast enough. She knew there wasn't time. And she knew the Goa'uld knew too.

It flexed its muscles, its body rippling in anticipation of the inevitable.

Then it moved.

And Cassandra Fraiser screamed.

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