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

by Michele Briere

  Buddhists and any other native spiritualities would be allowed, others were to remove their influence as they had contributed to the downfall of the great nation of Ch’in, especially Christianity. Crosses were forbidden. The fact that Buddha was from India didn’t seem to matter to them. Internet was shut down as were all television and radio programs that were not dedicated to the new regime. Non-Ch’in owned businesses were immediately turned over to Ch’in hands and contracts burned. Once the country was under control and the people settled, contact outside the country would be considered.

  Materialism was to blame for the fall of the great nation, and forced borders were to blame for pollution, diseases, and population over-growth. When the people no longer had an emperor to take care of them, they turned to materialism. What did they have to show for it? One disease after another cropping up in their over-crowded, polluted cities. In the countryside, water was so contaminated from the runoff of pesticides that it was, in some ways, worse than the cities. People were abused, their daughters raped, unwanted children killed. The local government officials were to blame, the contamination of their pockets a shameful thing.

  The alignment of China with HomeWorld Security was the final straw. The people were now expected to believe that the changes happening were a good thing, instead of the evil that it truly was. Demons had hold of children, and a few adults were also showing signs of possession. Such things didn’t happen until the big-eyed American O’Neill brought his evil back from the stars. And Westerners in general were to blame for chasing away Lord Yu himself from great Ch’in so long ago.

  “I need a drink,” Jack announced.

  “No alcohol,” Enki told him and handed him a glass of juice.

  “What?” Jack asked.

  “Ever.”

  “Jack, Nick seems to think that the timing of this coup isn’t a coincidence,” Daniel said as Jack gave his juice a suspicious sniff. He stuck a finger in it and then into his mouth. Must be something local, he thought. It wasn’t bad, so he drank it. He wasn’t going to like being completely alcohol-free.

  “How so?” Jack asked. “I was kinda enjoying being the downfall of a nation. Did any of the government get out?”

  “No,” Sam told him. “All the upper tier were killed. As far as we know. That’s what we were told once the new regime announced themselves.”

  “What’s the UN doing about it?” Jack asked.

  “Begging and pleading,” she said. “Not much else they can do. Everything has remained within China’s borders and no one from the previous, legal government has asked for help. The surrounding nations have already asked for help, in case China wants to demand the return of old boundaries. Taiwan is a lost cause. Concern is focused mainly on Tibet. His Holiness is refusing to leave, now that he’s in his home. Japan is quickly back-peddling and yelping for protection.”

  “What did Nick have to say?” Jack returned to Daniel’s comment.

  “He has a theory that this has been in the making since we first made China aware of the Stargate years ago. He said that China had made a few unusual moves over the years and if he adds them together, they come up cherries. His people were expecting something to happen, and the CIA was aware of it, but they didn’t expect anything to happen so soon.”

  “Someone was aware I was off-world,” Jack stated. Daniel gave a nod.

  “And possibly for an extended period,” Daniel said.

  “I wasn’t aware I’d be here so long, so how could anyone else know?” Jack asked. His brain made lightning moves in calculations which left him slightly dizzy. “Someone’s seeing the future.”

  Sam opened her mouth to automatically object to the concept and then changed her mind.

  “It is possible,” Enki told them thoughtfully. “We have Grant here to prove that a few extremes might crop up. He’s on Heaven’s Bow, by the way, doing a little recon. Precognition isn’t completely unexpected. It’s no more than sensing possibilities based on past and current actions. This is how ‘good guessers’ get their information.”

  “No one in China has access to my closed records,” Jack said. “So even if everyone knew I was visiting Kalam, how would they know what I was going to do? I didn’t know until I woke up and made a decision.”

  “That med tech who spilled your records about the bullet is still missing,” Sam reminded him. “Jack, you’ve scanned the planet several times; nothing popped out at you?”

  “I’m kinda new at all this,” he reminded her in irritation.

  “You’re offering a conspiracy theory,” Enki said to Sam. She blew at her bangs with a puff.

  “I know,” she said, not happy about it. “I hate conspiracy theories. With the snowball getting larger than life, though, I don’t know what else to suggest. Nick is calling in all his markers on this one. China is one of the few places he had a problem getting into, so he doesn’t have many contacts there. He’s tracking down someone in our government that he’s suspicious of. He said you know what he’s talking about.”

  Jack drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair as he thought. “Yes, I do. We’ve had someone under watch, someone leaking HomeSec information, we just haven’t had any proof. You know, all this over-the-top stuff is bringing up a familiar unpleasant odor.”

  Sam and Daniel stood looking at him. “You cannot think a Goa’uld is involved,” Sam stated.

  “Sure, I can,” Jack said. He slouched, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Look, we have no idea where the other snakes are, or even who’s still alive. You’ve never toured China, much less been in close proximity to how many billions of people, so you don’t know if a snake is hiding there, we’ve certainly found other snakes coming out of the woodwork over the past year, and I refuse to believe that Yu was the only Goa’uld in China. All those dragons? No, I don’t believe it. And humans developed on a parallel evolution in that area of the planet, so……”

  They were looking at him again.

  “That was interesting,” Jack said to himself, scratching at his raspy cheek. “It popped itself into my head just like I’ve always known about it.”

  “It is a theory that’s slowly gaining popularity, but it’s a pretty recent theory,” Daniel commented.

  Jack looked suspiciously at Enki. “Well?” He waited.

  “Well what?” Enki asked innocently. “You didn’t think I’d play favorites with just one continent, did you?”

  Jack squinted at him. “How did you….?” He stopped, looking inward as though listening. “Oh. Off, dammit, you’re giving me a headache.”

  “Who’s giving you a headache?” Dr. Lam asked him. She had been sitting quietly nearby, keeping an eye on him.

  “That narrator inside my head,” Jack said, pointing to his head. “It’s telling me how to alter the growth of an entire species. I’m not understanding any of it, but it’s giving me the instructions. It isn’t happy with you,” he informed Enki.

  Actually, his head was talking non-stop, as though it had been lonesome for a long time and suddenly found a friend. Most of the noise was in the background but when he concentrated on something, it became louder, getting his attention. And for some reason, the narrator seemed to be in a pond which became opaque to show him images while a fish narrated. He wondered if he should mention it. He decided not to as a padded white room came to mind.

  “You know, if we had the schematics for the pukku, I could try and make a wide-beam and attach it to the hull of the ships,” Sam suggested. The schematics immediately came to the forefront of Jack’s head.

  “Paper,” Jack groaned.

  While Daniel dug into his stuff for paper and pencil, Sam began to laugh.

  “What?” Jack asked, his heart light at her smile.

  “Can you picture McKay’s face when he discovers you not only have the schematics for all the Ancient devices in your head, but you also know what everything is for?”

  Jack began to smile and then paused as a familiar wave began. Daniel also
paused. They both began to turn green. Enki went to the table and poured two cups of tea. Sam lifted her shirt and pointed at her stomach. “I got a bump,” she informed Jack with a proud grin. Jack saw there was indeed a small roundness on her lower belly. He touched it, feeling the hardness of it, and kissed it.

  “Listen, buddy,” he told the bump. “The Dads love you, so don’t take this the wrong way when I tell you that we will be much happier after this trimester.”

  Daniel snorted. “You got off easy,” he said. “I’ve had fifteen days of morning sickness that you didn’t.”

  Katie and Matthew ran in, hearing that Jack was up and about. They threw their arms around him for hugs, relieved to see he was alright. They smelled of sunshine and hay and horses.

  “Aunt Sam and Uncle Danny have been making us do schoolwork,” Matthew complained. “We’re not home, so do we have to do work?”

  “Yes, you do,” Jack informed them. “This isn’t a vacation.”

  The kids pouted about it as they went back outside.

  “We had their schools put a curriculum together,” Sam told him. “Technically, Daniel and I are both teachers, I don’t do a lot of classes, but I teach at the Academy once in a while, so the school board approved us as home school teachers.”

  “Good,” Jack nodded. “At least they’re not getting lazy.”

  “It’s been tricky teaching David,” Daniel commented thoughtfully. “I didn’t realize what a time his teachers were having with him until we tried teaching him. His attention span isn’t the classical ADD; he has a great attention span, it’s just… with him being continually in the now, and that makes teaching him an interesting experience. On our part, not his.”

  “Does he need a special school?” Jack asked, looking at them intently.

  Daniel shrugged and Sam echoed him. “No, I don’t think so,” Daniel said. “He’s happy to learn, and as long as we take the time to explain things, he’ll eventually get it. Teaching him hands-on seems to work best. When he experiences something in real-time, it makes more sense to him.”

  “I’ve been teaching him math by letting him help with technological designs,” Sam told Jack. “He’s learning fractions by learning how to cook. Daniel’s been using a made-up dig to teach him geology and geography.”

  “I get it,” Jack nodded. “Well, as long as he’s learning, we can deal with it. Daniel, what about your classes?”

  “Canceled for this semester,” he said despondently. “The board understands, given the circumstances. Ninurta’s been going over for a lecture tour, and poking around unobtrusively, so the universities are happy. I left instructions with my students to take careful notes when Ninurta gets to our campus. And if Ninurta happens to request their presence while he’s there, so much the better. Ronnie and Nyan are assisting him.”

  “Sam, your office?”

  “I head to the office through the arch once every few days,” she said. “If we use the arches, no one outside the office knows we’re there and our people are keeping their mouths shut. So far, we’ve kept to business as usual. Everyone suspects we’re off-world, but it hasn’t been confirmed. To explain your absence, they think I’m having a difficult pregnancy and you and Daniel are nurse-maiding me. If you’re feeling up to it, you can gate to the SGC, arch to your office, check in with Paul, sign a few papers, and come back here. You’re still the Number One target on Earth, so the entire council, on-world and off, wants you off-world. A sighting would throw people off track, though, if you let someone see you once in a while. The Generals have been here to check on you a few times while you were out of it; Henry, too. We put an arch in his private quarters so no one knows when he’s not home.”

  Jack began to ask her something and then changed his mind. “Where’s Inanna?” he asked, not having seen her.

  “With the Tok’ra,” Enki said. “She has a team with her to find out about this new Goa’uld. She reported in a couple days ago, she should be home soon.”

  “Zu is missing,” Daniel told Jack. “No one’s seen him for quite a while and he isn’t responding to hails.”

  Jack held out an arm. “Zu, to me!” He waited. Nothing happened.

  “We’re not worried,” Enki told him. “He’s done this before. Sometimes he’s gone for years and then returns without an explanation.”

  “He….” Jack paused, his eyes widening as he listened to a sudden spat of information. “Oh, my….”

  “What?” Sam and Daniel asked.

  Jack’s mouth opened and shut in surprise. “Old man, I’m beginning to understand why you keep things from us and make us work for it. Zu… there’s a file on him.”

  Even Enki’s eyes widened in surprise. “The Ancients had a file on Zu? What does it say?”

  “You really don’t know who, or what, he is?” Jack asked, watching Enki carefully.

  “Really,” he said. “Not a clue. He’s been with us for several thousand years, and he won’t tell us how he does it or where he’s from.”

  Jack began to chuckle as he relaxed back into his chair. “A case of who’s watching the watchers,” he said, finding great humor in the information he was fed. “Daniel, do you remember...... no, of course you don’t but you know it anyway. Daniel, it was your choice to return from Ascension into your old self. You could have chosen a different form, if you wanted to.”

  It took a moment before Daniel’s mouth dropped. “Zu’s an Ancient?!”

  Chapter 63

  “I am getting married.”

  Cassie stood with her arms crossed, daring anyone to contradict her as she glared at the group. “My wedding is in two days and I will be on my honeymoon in three days. We can herd everyone through the gate and do it here or we can go home, triangulate those three warships around the planet, have Mr. Potato Head keep an ear out for bad guys, and Jack will walk me down that aisle if I have to put a leash on him and drag him with me!”

  “Grant is trying to find our leak,” Jack reminded her. He reached over and knocked the snickering Daniel on the arm. “Don’t call him that. Can’t you postpone? A month?”

  “Absolutely not,” she declared. “Half of the SGC and HomeSec will be watching, several aliens including Teal’c and a Jaffa squad, you and Grant will be there to monitor the guests, all my friends, and grandma Frasier. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve seen grandma?”

  Jack sat back, wiping his mouth on his napkin. “Cass, we have an unsub running around with God knows what kind of information on all of us. He, or she, knew I went off-world and knew I was vulnerable. Even I didn’t know what I was doing until I did it. Who knows what this person knows about you.”

  Cassie came closer and squatted next to him, taking his hand. “Jack, if it isn’t one thing, it’ll be another. I appreciate you protecting me, protecting all of us, and I love you for it, but we need to get on with things. We need to show whoever this person is that we are not afraid of them. Please go and scan the city for bad guys so I can get married.”

  While the adults went home to get set up for the wedding, leaving the kids at home under the watchful eye of Jerrie and a squad of SF, Jack went to his office, surprising the staff and letting them know that he was fine and Colonel Carter was feeling much better. He had gone in a couple of times from Kalam, for no more than a couple of hours and to let his face be seen. Paul was at his desk, passing papers to Jonathan who was signing Jack’s name to them.

  Added SF were wandering the city, as were visiting Jaffa and Anunnaki warriors. Grant Kendrick, their brilliant mind-reader, was set up in an al'kesh, cloaked, hovering over the city. His reach and focus had strengthened considerably under the tutelage of the Furlings. He had even offered Jack a sincere apology for any brain-diving that was done before he understood the concept of mental privacy. Jack was happy the young man was stationed off-world. He hoped that Grant was the only oddity showing up. He couldn’t deal with anyone flying around in colorful tights or shooting ray beams from their eyes. X-ray vision could
be fun…… Much to Jack’s dismay, the fish in his head began to lecture him as to why it wouldn’t be possible. He told it to shut up.

  “You’re approving a fund-raiser for the Children’s Hospital,” Jonathan told him, signing Jack’s name. “Very generous of you, Jack, thank you, you’ll make a great host. You’re considering Hammond for the Santa suit. He doesn’t know. By the way, you spooked the staff the last time you came in. They were swearing one of your new talents was invisibility.” He handed the clipboard back to Paul.

  “I was considering the joys of x-ray vision, but that irritating trout in my head informed me otherwise. I’m considering trout for dinner. Cass put her foot down, so we’re home,” Jack said. He took the clipboard to see what Jonathan was signing. “Kids are remaining there until I’m sure it’s relatively safe. She’s getting married this weekend come hell or high water. Or bombs and bullets.” Nothing exciting on the clipboard, not that Paul would give Jonathan anything serious to sign. The fund-raiser was something he would have approved.

  “Look at it this way,” Jonathan said. “With everyone gathered for her wedding, it might be what it takes to lure the traitor out of the woodwork.”

  Jack lifted an eyebrow. “Kendrick’s in a cloaked al'kesh overhead,” he said. “The town is flooded with aliens, and Sam is in semi-panic mode because her gown is a little snug around the middle. If this doesn’t make someone do something stupid, I don’t know what will.”