The Anunnaki Unification, Book 3: A Stargate SG-1 Fan Fiction Story

by Michele Briere

Henry stood to be formally introduced to Ninurta.

  “Jack tells me you are interested in working with us after your current posting,” Ninurta said after meeting Mrs. Hayes, asking after her health, and shaking Henry’s hand.

  “I would like that, yes,” Henry said. They went to the table as Daniel and Jerrie brought out dishes. “I loved being out in space on a 303 and meeting everyone. It felt right. After this job is done, what else will I do here? I’d be dead weight, basically. I want to participate in some way, I just don’t know what I can do to help.”

  The front door opened and Maggie walked up to Hayes.

  “The prices of my prescriptions are ridiculous,” she informed him and handed him a piece of paper before patting Ninurta’s cheek. Jack slid a hand over his eyes.

  “Ah. Mother O’Neill, I presume,” Henry said.

  “Hi, Mom,” Jack said patiently. Jerrie fetched another place-setting. Spaghetti and Chicken Parmesan went a long way.

  The door opened again and Paul came in. “Sorry I’m late,” he said. He gestured apologetically at Maggie. “I tried to stop her, Jack, I really did.”

  “He’s getting slow in his old age,” Maggie said. She pecked the top of Jack’s head and sat down. Olivia gave a happy screech and she was pecked, too.

  The parents began the usual Q&A on their children’s day, allowing everyone to talk. Tommy was included and he gave shy, quiet answers. Jack knew Ninurta had something to say about the boy, but it would have to wait. Stacy let her feelings be known on the subject of bullies and unfair rules against kids, and Katie snarled about boys and their assumption of superiority. Ninurta was no help, congratulating the girls on their prowess.

  “This is happening everywhere,” Daniel commented. “Kids starting to defend themselves against bullies. There is a sense of morality and ethics happening that goes beyond what our society tries to teach. Kids are starting to understand the concept of self-determination a lot sooner than they did in the past. The current rules need to take this into consideration, and the only way that is going to happen is if the National Educators understand this and send word down the pipeline.”

  Hayes picked thoughtfully at his salad which Daniel served European-style at the end of the main meal, instead of the beginning. It cleared his palette, Daniel had once said.

  “Daniel, I don’t think you realize the position you are all in, here in Colorado Springs,” Hayes said. “This is alien central. No offense, Ninurta. Everyone here is used to unusual things happening, and you all expect the unusual. The rest of us are not in that position. To get a bunch of educators in Washington to understand the needs of the changing tide, is expecting too much. You’ve had years to get used to all this; we haven’t. I grant you, my grand kids are doing things I never thought possible, and I think it’s wonderful, but most adults aren’t ready to accept the changes and we know the public school system isn’t where it should be. This is like every other social change, I’m afraid; it will need to play out as it will.”

  Jack reached out and took Daniel’s hand. “Breathe,” he said. “You tell me I can’t play God and I need to trust in my species.”

  Daniel took a deep breath and nodded.

  “It’s alright, Ahu,” Ninurta said. “Remember; you are in the public eye, so lead by example, if nothing else works.”

  “What does ahu mean?” Henry asked after Daniel began to relax under the stroking of his family.

  “It means 'brother',” Ninurta said. “My aba, Enki who is my father, has claimed Daniel for a son, so he is my brother. I call Jack ahu, also, because my brother is his consort. Sam is ahutu, my sister.” She glanced up from helping Davy with his dish and gave Ninurta a small smile.

  “And when he’s feeling superior, he calls us didila,” Daniel commented. “It means child.”

  Ninurta raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, I am a couple thousand years old, and you are what? Thirty-six?”

  “Almost thirty-seven,” Daniel scowled.

  “Didila.”

  That got Henry off and running with age and how some of the Anunnaki could possibly be so old. Ninurta had to give him the lecture about longevity and the problems associated with it.

  “So, you really were on this planet thousands of years ago?” Henry asked. “You, yourself?”

  “I was born here,” Ninurta surprised him. “Aba and Ama were from…. elsewhere, but I was born here, in the city of Ur, which used to be on the shore of the Euphrates River, at the apex of the gulf when the water table was higher.”

  “It’s about four hundred miles south of Babylon which was called Sumer in his time, a little north-west of what is now al Basrah,” Daniel put in for the clarification of those who didn’t know ancient cities. “It was across the river from Uruk; what the Bible calls Erech.”

  Henry’s mouth opened and closed for a moment. “Okay, I have to ask,” he finally said. “What… I mean, did you ever meet any of the Judeo-Christian patriarchs? Abraham and those guys?”

  Ninurta leaned back, considering carefully. “Their time was long after we left this world, which was around three thousand BCE your time,” he finally said. “So I cannot give you an absolute answer on their existence. I can say this, though: there is very little in your sacred book which is historically accurate. Much of it is stories from earlier times, retold for what was then the current society. The story of your Noah was old by the time it was retold, and David and Jonathan were retold from the stories of Gilgamesh and Enkidu.”

  Henry worriedly fingered his napkin. “So, you don’t think Jesus was real?”

  Ninurta tilted his head. “Again, I cannot say. I wasn’t on this world at that time. I have read his story, though, and if he did indeed live, he sounds like one of the Ascended. I can say that nothing he did was original. Resurrection was a thing that happened on a regular basis for those with a sarcophagus, and we know for a fact that there was one in the area during his supposed time period. Who is to say his burial cave was not a sarcophagus? If he was Ascended, it would certainly explain his comings and goings. And walking on water and feeding the multitudes is no hard feat for someone who is able to manipulate matter.” He reached out and there were suddenly several loaves of bread on the table. Henry and his wife jumped.

  “It actually isn’t hard,” Ninurta said. “Mind over matter, as Aba would say.”

  There was silence for a moment.

  “Is this what we are going to be able to do when this leap is done?” Henry asked, slightly hoarse. He hesitantly poked at a loaf and found that it was real.

  “I don’t know,” Ninurta shrugged, taking a loaf and tearing it before spreading butter on it. He handed it to Judy, with an incline of his head. “A few of you might reach that level. A small few, mind you. Think of it as high genius level. Don’t be afraid of these changes, Henry; the only thing happening is that your brains are developing a few more connections into sections of your brain that haven’t been consciously used.” The bread tasted fresh-baked, Judy told them, eyes wide.

  “Like adding one or two more phone lines to the house,” Daniel put in.

  Ninurta thought about it and nodded. “Correct,” he said. “Such as the children learning just a little sooner than they did before, and developing self-awareness sooner. People will understand a little more than they did before.”

  “Wait.” Daniel held up a finger and Ninurta paused. “If you left around three thousand, how do you know about Gilgamesh? He was after your time here.”

  “I’m an avid reader,” the warrior said behind hooded eyes.

  Jack tossed his napkin down. “You know, I’m tired of these little mysteries,” he complained.

  “I will discuss it in private, Jack,” Ninurta said in Goa’uld. The few at the table who understood it gave unconscious nods.

  “Your pardon,” Ninurta said to the others.

  Henry and his wife needed to leave soon after dinner; his SS were getting antsy. Ninurta promised to drop by for more discussions. Henry t
ook Jack’s hand before joining the circle of secret service for beaming up and back to DC.

  “You were right, Jack, we needed this,” Henry told him. Mrs. Hayes agreed and gave them all hugs.

  “I know the president of the Educators Association,” she told Jack. “I’ll talk with her and see if there is anything that can be done to change a few rules.”

  After the house was emptied of guests, Jack made the rounds. The baby was already asleep after her busy evening of entertaining, and the rest of the kids were relaxing with TVs or books or computers before going to bed. Jack passed out kisses and went down to Daniel’s den. He fell onto the couch and was handed a glass of something amber.

  “Okay, talk,” Jack told Ninurta who was contemplating his own glass.

  “While we were waiting for our ship to be repaired after the battle with Enlil, I spent time catching up on Earth history,” he said. “Not really a big deal.”

  “Are you lying?” Jack asked, suspicious. Ninurta smiled and sipped his whiskey.

  “Only a little,” he admitted. “The stories of Gilgamesh and Enkidu are mythical. Sure, there was a king named Gilgamesh. Or Bilgamesh, actually, but the stories about him and Enkidu were old stories. They were about me and Shara. There was a lot of plagiarism going on during those years, and anything that sounded good was rewritten for the king or in later years in honor of him. I was not a nice person, in the early years. I took what I wanted when I wanted. Including the virginity of new brides. And a few grooms. When Shara came along, I fell so in love that I could think of nothing else but him. I even hurt Inanna by refusing her. Obviously we worked it all out. After Shara and Inanna colluded and beat the crap out of me. Or beat sense into me. As you will.”

  Daniel began to laugh and Ninurta had the grace to smile and nod. “I was a shit,” he said. “Aba was ready to turn me into a toad.”

  “Can I ask a personal question?” Sam asked, refilling his glass. Ninurta raised a brow.

  “Even more personal? Yes, Ningal, you may.”

  “Do you…. Have you ever…. oh, boy, I can’t say it. Never mind.”

  “Sam,” Daniel shook his head. “Jack and I have been able to join our spirits a couple of times when we have sex. Last night, we brought Sam into it for the first time. We tried before, but we were never able to reach her. I think she wants to know if you’ve had that experience with your partners.”

  “I have,” Ninurta willingly answered. “All the time, actually. It gets easier the more you do it.”

  “Why haven’t I been able to do it before?” Sam asked, worried and reassured at the same time..

  “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It may have something to do with them being Ancient and you not. Their minds have already begun to adapt to the changes; it was easier for them because of their history.”

  “What do you mean, “them being Ancient”?” Jack asked, intent as he leaned forward. “Daniel doesn’t have the gene.”

  “He’s been Ascended, Jack,” Ninurta pointed out. “Not once, but twice. He’s an honorary Ancient. The gene only allows you to play with the technology and have a better understanding of it. His mind was opened just like yours was, only in a different manner. He qualifies as an Ancient.”

  Jack jumped to his feet and took a few steps as he waved his arms as Daniel sat back, slightly stunned. “Who are… were… the Ancients?! What was their real name?!”

  “I don’t know,” Ninurta said with a shrug. “Aba said they were called Ancients by the time we came on the scene. They may not have remembered it themselves. Guys, remember that they had been gone for a while by the time I was born. I don’t have your answers. While the Ancient gene has been simmering in a few of your tribes, some of the others on the planet have had bursts of brilliance, and their minds are as open as those with the gene. People like Daniel and Sam. Yes, Samantha, you, too. Do you think just anyone is capable of recreating a Furling transporter? I saw your work stations while I was in your lab today, I recognized the diagrams. I guarantee you that the only other person on this planet that could have understood them is Jack. He hears engineering the same way you hear science and Daniel hears words.”

  Jack’s jaw snapped shut.

  “He changed a line on one of the boards,” Sam remembered. “When I ran it through the computer, it fixed a minor flaw in the simulations.”

  “Why did you change the line, Jack?”

  “I don’t know,” he told the warrior.

  There was a knock at the door.

  “Come in,” Daniel called up the stairs. Matthew came down.

  “I’m going to bed,” he told them as he stood before them. “I just wanted to say thank you for helping Tommy.”

  “Get over here,” Jack said. Matthew went to him and was pulled down onto Jack’s lap. His temple was kissed. “You’re welcome. Is he alright?” He noticed that Matty was taller and a little heavier.

  “I think so,” Matthew said with a shrug. “He isn’t as upset as he was this afternoon. I think meeting President Hayes and Ninurta made him feel better.”

  “Good,” Jack nodded.

  “Is he still awake?” Ninurta asked.

  “Yes, sir. He’s spreading his sleeping bag out and changing.”

  “Would you ask him to come down here for a moment?” Ninurta asked. “Alone, please.”

  “Sure.” Matty passed out good-nights to the rest of his parents, and then to Ninurta when the warrior pouted at him.

  “Are you and Inanna getting into the whole adoption scene?” Daniel asked.

  “Yes, of course,” Ninurta said with a nod. “Aba is working on an egg and Jack’s contribution, and we will be taking that child once it is born. In the meantime, there is a little girl with light blue eyes that I am petitioning for. Her name is Chaya. She’s been very sick, and she is recovering. She’s about seven. We rescued her from a tribal war on a primitive planet. It’s been a long time since we had a child in the house; I am looking forward to being a father again. It feels good to be settling down once more.”

  Another knock came to the door and Daniel once more called out. Tommy came down a moment later, bare feet and pajamas that looked like they had seen better days. He looked at the adults, a little apprehensive.

  “Come here, son,” Ninurta said gently. Tommy stepped up to him. “The man won’t be back to bother you and your mother.” To the young teenager’s shame, a few tears fell. Ninurta allowed him his pride and merely touched the boy’s arm after a moment. “It’s alright,” he murmured. “We found your mother at her work and I had a talk with her. I’m going to meet with her again tomorrow, and we will get things worked out. I promise. Now. I want to say something to you personally.

  “I know that everyone has things they don’t want others to know about, and that’s alright,” he told the boy. “I’m going to tell you something about me, so that you know you can trust me, alright? You know how these three are all married to each other?” The boy nodded. “Well, I have a wife and husband, too. And I have lots of lovers, mostly other men. I love men just as much as I love women. I know a lot of men who love only other men and I know women who love only other women. Love is a good thing, no matter who it is. I want you to remember that. I think maybe you’ve seen only the bad side of an adult’s life, and that’s too bad because life is a blessed thing that is worthy of dance and song and laughter. You can trust these people, you can talk with any of us about anything. I trust them, so you can, too. You can even trust Matty and talk with him about personal things. Matty is a good friend. Do you understand?”

  Tommy gave a nod. “Yes, sir,” he said quietly.

  “Good. You go to bed, get a good night’s rest, and know that everything will be fine,” Ninurta told him. The boy said a shy good night to everyone and went back upstairs.

  “Thank you,” Daniel said to the warrior when the door quietly shut. “I’ve wanted to say something to him, but in our society it can be dangerous, legally, and we don’t know his mother to know if
she would be cool with it.”

  Ninurta frowned a little as he nodded in understanding. “Daniel…. there’s a little more to this,” he said, plucking at his short beard in an unconscious imitation of Enki. “His mother, Trisha, is what you call a submissive. Tommy doesn’t know about it. That man was her supposed Master. She’s been seriously brain-washed, as well as coming from several abusive relationships. There is no dishonor in being in service to others, not if that is her true heart, but she has no faith in herself. I had a hard time trying to convince her that this guy was abusing her. I finally began to get through to her by telling her exactly how much harm it was doing to her son. She is considering my offer to take her and her son to Kalam; our women will help her become strong, and the men will honor her, and teach her son to be strong.”

  The idea was a good one, and they would help as best they could until mother and son were in their new home.

  Chapter 45

  The house was alive with kids preparing for school when Daniel came out of the bathroom, scrubbing at his wet hair with a towel. There was movement on the bed and he saw Jack waking up.

  “I need to go and prepare for Atis,” he said softly. He tossed the towel from around his waist and rummaged for clothes. Jack relaxed in the warmth of his partners as he held Sam to him and watched Daniel dress his naked body.

  “Do you have time to fool around?” Jack asked, his voice rumbly from sleep.

  “Sorry,” Daniel said with an apologetic smile. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on socks, and leaned over to kiss Jack. “I need to be at the SGC in….. oooh, twenty minutes. I may be a little late.” Daniel contemplated his feet for a moment and then leaned over for more kisses. He hummed to himself and lifted Jack’s pajama top, nuzzling his way through the line of fur on Jack’s stomach.

  Daniel stopped himself and jumped up. “Bad Daniel,” he scolded himself. Jack’s mouth twitched.

  “What are we doing for Sam’s birthday tomorrow?” Jack asked.

  “Don’t know,” Daniel said. “What does Sam want to do?”