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

by Michele Briere

  “Hi, you must be Lydia,” he said. “I’m Jack. That’s Teal’c. Are you ready? You feel up to this?”

  “I’m tired, but that’s normal,” she told him, taking his hand. “I’m happy to meet you, General. I’ve been trying to get the gossip out of Mandy and Maria, but they don’t say much of anything beyond you being nice and things sometimes getting a little entertaining around here. Mandy said I can touch the Stargate; is he kidding me?”

  “No, he isn’t,” Jack said, enjoying the sparkle in her eyes as he reached back and took Maria’s hand. “You can call me Jack. I have special permission from General Landry to take you guys into the base and let you touch the gate. Believe me; your brother will be mowing my lawn all summer for this one.”

  Mandy laughed. “I don’t think so, Jack,” he said.

  Something occurred to Lydia and she turned to look closer at Teal’c, her eyes becoming wider as she stared at the sigil on his forehead. “He’s a……”

  “Yes, he is,” Jack nodded. “Teal’c is a Jaffa. He’s an old friend of mine. I didn’t plan on him being here, he happened to show up about an hour ago. I hope it’s alright with you if he tags along?”

  “Oh, yes,” she breathed. Teal’c bowed, hands in their typical place, clasped at the base of his spine.

  Jack held up a hand toward Mason on the porch before getting into his truck and leading Mandy to the Mountain. Most of the crew knew Jack was bringing guests in that morning, although they didn’t know why. It wasn’t their place to ask, though, as they stood aside for the lady in the wheelchair. Teal’c gave her his arm, helping her to slowly walk up the stairs to the main conference room. Jack introduced everyone to Landry and Reynolds, who had stuck around after the morning briefing.

  “This is my favorite viewing window,” Landry said, smiling paternally at Lydia. He touched a switch and the blast shield went up. Lydia gasped as the huge circle came into sight.

  “That’s the ring that was found in Giza?” she asked, wide-eyed. Jack caught Landry’s eyes and received a nod.

  “Yes, it is,” Landry nodded. “And Dr. Jackson deciphered it, allowing us to go to other worlds.” It would take too long to explain about Jack’s brain being taken over by the database of a dead race of aliens and him reprogramming the gate for the rest of the planets that weren’t in the first database they found.

  “Oh,” she remembered something and reached for her bag which Mandy handed to her. She drew out a book. “Is Sgt. Harriman here? I’d really like him to sign my book.”

  Landry chuckled. “He’s here,” he said. “Although, his proper rank is chief master sergeant. Two different ranks.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, embarrassed. Landry waved at her.

  “No need,” he said. “Happens all the time.”

  They went down to the control room where the civilians were warned not to touch anything. Walter turned a little red and signed Lydia’s book.

  “Hey, Jack.” He turned to see Bosco coming up the stairs.

  “Jerry, how’s Connie?” Jack asked, taking the offered forearm.

  “She’s good,” Bosco nodded. “And thanks again for all your help. Hey, did you have anything to do with Tibet?”

  Jack sighed. “No, I didn’t,” he said. He looked up at the ceiling and spoke loudly. “Now hear this –I had nothing to do with Tibet!”

  There was a click and then Walter’s voice on the loud-speaker. “Attention all personnel: per General O’Neill, he had nothing to do with Tibet. That is all.”

  Jack looked at him.

  “Thank you, Walter.”

  “You’re welcome, sir.”

  One more short flight of stairs and they were entering the gateroom itself. Lydia looked up in wonder at the size of the ring.

  “Come on,” Jack said, holding out his arm. She took it and they walked slowly up the ramp. She touched the ring. As Jack watched her, he remembered his first time and realized that he had become so accustomed to it that he forgot to be amazed by it. He waved Mandy and Maria up, and they, too, touched the Stargate. Pictures were taken.

  “Are you tired?” Mandy asked his sister.

  “Not yet,” she said, reaching to touch the nearest glyph. She looked at the back, seeing that it was the same as the front. “And this dials? Like an old rotary phone to get a certain phone number?”

  Jack looked at her and nodded. “That’s good,” he said. “That’s exactly how it works. It dials other gates all over the galaxy. And with an extra power boost, it’ll dial gates in other galaxies.”

  The door opened and Jack looked over. “Ah. Lydia, this is a friend of ours. Malek. He has something to discuss with you.”

  Once Lydia was settled into negotiations with the Tok’ra, Jack went into the monitoring room to look at the monitors. The main bank of monitors was focused on Korea and the ship in Austria. Daniel was among the people watching and kibitzing with the science team on the mountain.

  “Who’s up there?” Jack asked, watching the team scratching their heads.

  “Captain Boggs, Colonel Sheppard, and a few others from the B-team,” Daniel said, not taking his eyes from the monitors.

  Jack frowned. “So who’s on the mikku?”

  “Burkett, I think,” Daniel said.

  “The B-team?”

  “You’re the A-team, Jack.”

  “Oh. I keep forgetting.”

  Jack found a mic and put it on his ear.

  “Sheppard, how’s it going up there?” he asked.

  “General? That you?” Sheppard called back. “It’s cold, that’s how it’s going, sir. We don’t see any way to get this ship out of here without bringing the entire top of the mountain down. The local villages along the slopes and at the base are evacuating, just in case.”

  “Last resort, Colonel,” Jack warned. “And we will discuss it before that happens. I happen to like the Alps just the way they are.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The Europa was still in orbit over Asia. Col. Belarus was straining the ship’s resources in assisting the world’s medical community in treating the victims. Many countries were asking where all the alien technology was now, with all the dead and dying from radiation poisoning. Davis had gone live to tell them that everything was being done that could be done. He had even taken a camera up to Europa to show everyone the chaos on the ship. And there were three other ships in orbit, also helping.

  “Jack.” He turned at the sound of his name. Landry stood in the door. “Just a warning: our CMO knows you’re on base and is hunting for you. Something about updating your records.”

  “Crap,” Jack muttered, turning quickly away from the monitors and tossing the mic to a table.

  The intercom beeped.

  “Yes?” Landry said.

  “Is General O’Neill with you, General Landry?” Teal’c asked.

  “I’m here, T,” Jack said.

  “Dr. Lam just left the conference room,” Teal’c said. “I believe she is heading your way.”

  Jack scrambled and stuck his head out the door.

  “What’d ya do?” Landry asked, watching in amusement. He was taking great entertainment out of seeing his daughter trying to get the stubborn Jack O’Neill to mind his doctor.

  “I healed Tien’s grandson from major radiation burns,” Jack said. Landry’s eyes opened wide. The room contained personnel in highly sensitive positions, people who knew when to shut their ears.

  “Oh, my,” he commented, glancing at Daniel. Daniel lifted a shoulder and chuckled. “That explains quite a bit. You better get out or she’ll strap you to an exam bed.”

  “Shut up, Daniel.” Jack saw the instant speculation in Daniel’s eyes.

  Jack snuck out of the room and into the halls, hugging the walls as he carefully made his way through the corridors. Personnel watched him; those who knew him were amused, others were curious. He spotted Capt. Bogner from SG-1. Bogner was making a motion with a half-hidden hand. Jack rushed into a room and watched from
the crack in the door as their own Kull warrior tried sniffing him out as she stalked the hall. She paused, looked around suspiciously, and continued her quest. From around another doorway, Jack saw Bogner motioning again. Jack hurried toward him and gave Bogner’s shoulder a touch as he followed the hand signals to another corridor. Zane met him at the next corridor and ushered him on after a quick look around. Molina and then Kaplan cleared his way through to a hatch where Jack climbed up to the next floor and breathed a sigh of relief as he hit the elevator button.

  The door opened and he jumped. “Yikes!”

  “Hold it right there, General!”

  “General?”

  Jack turned and saw Harper coming toward them.

  “I’m glad I caught you before you left,” Harper said. “Hi, Doc. Sir, can I borrow you for just a moment? Col. Reynolds is busy babysitting Tok’ra and I’m really having a problem understanding one of SG-1’s previous reports. I believe it’s pertinent to a current issue, but I’ll know for sure if I can get a translation of all the Jack-speak.”

  “Of course, I’ll help, Major,” Jack said, tossing a friendly arm around Harper’s shoulders. “I’ll get back to you, Doctor.”

  Lam watched suspiciously as the men walked away.

  “O’Neill! I am ordering you to the infirmary the second you are done!” she called after him.

  “Ana mish fahma,” he called, waving a hand in the air above his head. Her eyes narrowed. Harper bit his lip to keep from snickering.

  “I know where you live, O’Neill!”

  “Never knew that would come in handy,” Jack said, glancing back. “You know how many times Daniel used it on me? I don’t understand!” he whined in a nasally version of Daniel whining. His arm quickly slid off Harper’s shoulder the moment they were out of Lam’s vision.

  “And she’s going to make her way around the crew until she finds someone to translate it,” Harper said.

  “Did you really need me?” Jack asked.

  “No, not really,” Harper said, shaking his head. “Word went out and a bunch of us each took a floor and stationed ourselves near the elevators, waiting for you and her.”

  Jack looked at him. “Five thousand dollars, Harper,” he said, swinging his arms in exasperation. “Who the hell pays five thousand dollars for a dress they will wear only once?”

  Harper held up a hand in defense. “I told her we could pay for it, but she’s insisting on doing the ‘traditional’ thing.” He held out fingers, making quote marks in the air. “My parents are paying half, and I’m paying for more than I told Cassie I was paying for. Believe me, you got the lesser of the evils. Forget the dress, have you priced chicken lately? I’m considering taking this party to Chulak. Oh…. my folks want you guys over for dinner.”

  “What?” Jack squinted. “Why? Not that I wouldn’t mind meeting……”

  “Because my mother is very old-fashioned and doesn’t quite know what to do with an orphaned young lady who has no background and no parents for them to meet. I mentioned that you guys sorta not really adopted her, so mother is grasping at straws. They do not approve of Daniel in your marriage but I don’t particularly care; I’m feeling a little foul toward Mother, at the moment, so bring Daniel, by all means.”

  Jack was surprised and gave a reluctant smirk. “You may want to consider taking Col. Davis to lunch.” The radio at Harper’s shoulder clicked.

  “She’s in the monitor room,” someone whispered. “She’s headed back to the infirmary.”

  Jack went carefully through the corridors and took another hatch to climb back down near the conference rooms. He opened the door slowly, looking inside. Everyone around the table paused to watch as Jack slid into the room.

  “How’re we doing, kids?” he asked.

  “You should submit to Dr. Lam,” Malek told him. “Don’t you want to track your own changes?”

  “Not at the risk of my soul,” Jack said. “So, Lydia, what do you think?”

  She looked paler than when she had come in. “I think….. I’m not sure what to think. Is this for real?”

  “It is,” Jack said gently. “You don’t have to accept the offer; you can take time to think about it. I recommend thinking hard on it. I’ve known the Tok’ra for a long time; my wife’s father became a Tok’ra when he was dying of leukemia. He was very happy with it. We’ve sent a few hosts to the Tok’ra and they are all enjoying the experience.”

  She looked pensively at Mandy and Maria.

  “Will I be able to see my family?”

  “Sure,” Jack nodded. “Any time you want. Malek comes and goes all the time and he doesn’t even live here.”

  “Can I change my mind later?” she asked.

  “That one is more difficult,” Malek said. “No Tok’ra symbiote will stay with you, if you absolutely do not wish for the blending. We will need to find a new host, though, before we can transfer the symbiote out of you or the symbiote will die.”

  She looked at Mandy and then down to her folded hands. Mandy reached and covered her hands with his.

  “I don’t know enough about this to advise you,” he told her. “I don’t know anything about this symbiote stuff. What I can say is that I’ve known Jack for several years and he’s always been a good neighbor, friendly, always willing to lend a hand and do a guy a favor. If Jack has offered this as a possibility, I think it’s a possibility that needs to be considered.” He touched her hair, a look of longing on his face. “Lyd, we need to face facts: Christmas will be without you, unless a miracle happens. This just might be our miracle.”

  She looked at the aliens in the room, and then at Reynolds and Jack. “Would it be possible for me to see where I would be living before I make a decision?”

  Jack looked at Reynolds and nodded. “Sure,” he said. “Malek, that would be alright, wouldn’t it?”

  Malek thought for a moment. “Yes, I think so,” he said.

  “Colonel, what’s your schedule like?” Jack asked Reynolds.

  “Providing General Landry approves, SG-1 is available for escort,” Reynolds said.

  “I’ll have a talk with the general,” Jack said.

  “Don’t you rank General Landry?” Mandy asked, curious. “Can’t you just order the escort?”

  “I could,” Jack admitted. “Technically, the SGC is under HomeWorld Security’s umbrella, but if I did that it would do serious damage to the chain of command. I take over only in an emergency. Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll approve.”

  Landry did approve the mission, and SG-1 was rounded up to play escort. Much to Mandy’s surprise, he and Maria were allowed to go with Lydia to see her potential new home.

  “Jack.” He heard Daniel, and looked around until he realized that the voice was coming from his comm.

  “Daniel?”

  “Lam has the exit staked out,” Daniel told him. “The SF have orders to deliver you directly to her.”

  Jack swore under his breath and then paused. He took his radio from his belt.

  “Prometheus, this is O’Neill.”

  Moments later, Jack was walking in his front door. Mason was watching the news while Olivia played on the floor.

  “I thought she was going to Mom’s?” Jack said.

  “Da!” Olivia was happy to see him and scooted his way until she was picked up.

  “I am a father, Jack, I can watch her for a while,” Mason said. “We had lunch with your mother and Michael. We’re doing fine.”

  “Did Fang….?”

  Mason scowled at him. “Jack, you’re pushing.”

  Jack lifted a hand and bit his tongue before walking toward his office.

  “Come in here, if you want to see the real show,” he said. Mason followed him and Jack switched his computer on. He hit a desktop link and the screen came up with four miniature images. He sent two away and brought the remaining two up before motioning his cousin over. Mason looked over his shoulder.

  “These are live feeds,” Jack said. “Asia and Austri
a. I have a team in the Alps working on a project.” He turned the speakers on and chatter was heard. “Toggle the audio back and forth between the sites, if you want to hear the radio chatter. This is a high security clearance. When is your ride heading east?”

  “Later tonight,” Mason said as he slid into Jack’s chair. Jack looked at him.

  “You do understand that all of our ships are in orbit working on this situation in Asia and they all have beaming capabilities, don’t you?” he asked. “You can go home now, if you wanted to. You’ll be home in thirty seconds. If that. Hell, I can put you on a 302 and we could be buzzing your house minutes after leaving here.”

  Mason paused, not having considered it.

  “This is going to take a little more getting used to,” he said. “I’d like to go home. I’ll 302, leave the ships to work out there.”

  “Done,” Jack agreed. “And I’m sorry about your friends. I knew a few people there, too. There’s going to be a memorial for families and friends here; you’re welcome to attend.”

  Mason gave Olivia’s fuzzy head a stroke. “I appreciate it,” he said. “There will probably be memorials all over the place; I’m sure Charlotte will have one. I’ll do it myself, if they don’t.” He hesitated for a moment. “Jack….. What’s up with Jonathan? I kept getting weird vibes whenever he was around, and I don’t understand the deference that was given to him. He’s a smart kid, I’ll give him that, and he knows his way around a battlefield, but he’s a kid. And why is he living on Kalam, instead of here with you? Is his mother an alien? Was he born out there? And do you really approve of this relationship of his with Shara? What’s going on?”

  Jack considered him and then sent out a feeler. He knew his cousin was a good marine, no matter how much Jack whined about jarheads. Mason was also black-ops and he was about to enter the SGC. He told Mason the truth. Mason slowly nodded.

  “That explains a lot,” was all Mason said. Jack knew he’d keep his mouth shut. Mason hesitated again.