The Anunnaki Unification, Book 2: A Staraget SG-1 Fan Fiction Story

by Michele Briere

  “Jack,” Inanna poked her head in. “We would like to take Ateret for a tour of the ship, but she is concerned about an escort.”

  “I’ll come with,” he said, shutting his computer down. He gathered up baby stuff, and beamed up with them. Ateret was amazed at the sudden shift in perspective. She patted herself down. She walked with Inanna, listening and asking questions with a quick mind. Ninurta hung back, took Olivia, and played with her. Jack quietly told him about the latest nanny.

  “I don’t understand how I did that,” Jack confessed. “I must have heard her. Subconsciously. In my sleep.”

  “Possibly,” Ninurta nodded. “Jack, reach out toward that woman,” he said, gesturing with his chin. “Tell me what you sense.”

  “Don’t I need to be touching her?” Jack asked.

  “No,” Ninurta shook his head. “That’s for baby-steps. Clear your mind, blank out any expectations. Use any imagery that you’d like; opening a window, casting a fishing line, a silver cord, whatever works for you. This is a new flower, bend down and smell it, experience it. Smell her. What does she smell like?”

  Jack paused and leaned back against the wall. He shut his eyes.

  “Frustration,” Jack said after a moment. “Impatient. Superior.” He opened his eyes. “Superior about what?”

  “You’ll learn how to read more clearly, the more you practice,” the warrior told him. “Her frustration and anger is directed toward the men of your world,” he said. “She feels superior in that most woman would not have made the same decisions the men did, and so feels that life in general would have been better, if the women were in charge. I will agree that women do tend to make different choices than men. Women tend to think in terms of ‘us’, and men think in terms of ‘I’ or ‘me.’ That is a general standard, not the rule. There are always exceptions to the rule. Part of what is attracting her to us, is that we are ruled by a woman, and we tend to place women in a higher category than most Tau’ri men do.”

  Jack frowned. “I don’t place women….”

  “No, you don’t,” Ninurta said with a nod. “I said this is in general, not you, General. Have you had a female president, yet? Or a vice-president? How many Joint Chiefs have been female? How many corporate heads are female? Did you know it’s only been about forty years since your medical establishment discovered that different drugs and medical techniques work differently depending on gender? Everything was based on male response, and didn’t take the female response into consideration. Forty years, Jack. Then there’s nuclear energy, pollution, petroleum instead of alternative energy sources, lower pay for the same job, to say nothing of the physical atrocities against women. And that’s just in your country. Ms. Levy has the right to be a little angry. We will accept her and her group. There may be fallout, though; a few of the women have children they will be bringing to their new home. These women are from countries where the child belongs to the father, not the mother.”

  Jack held a hand up. “This ship is sovereign territory; if the queen wants to grant them immunity, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

  Naturally, T’Keet found Jack almost immediately and he made her hoot as he bit playfully at her furry belly. To Jack’s surprise, Nate wasn’t far behind. Jonathan, he reminded himself, remembering that Cass told them he had taken the name.

  “My sweetheart,” Jonathan declared, holding his arms out. Ninurta puckered up and was swatted at. “Not you, nig.” He took Olivia from Ninurta and strolled back down the corridor as he kissed her and spoke softly to her.

  “What’s a nig?” Jack asked. Ninurta chuckled.

  “To put it politely, a female dog. Jonathan is learning our language from the bottom up.”

  Ateret looked from Jack to the long haired young man next to him, and back again, confusion on her face as she spoke with others across the room.

  “How are you doing?” Jack asked him, leaning back on Sua pillows.

  “I’m good,” Jonathan said with a smile as he placed Olivia between them on the pillows.

  “How did this all happen?” Jack asked, honestly confounded by the situation. One Jack knew what the other Jack meant.

  He had been playing with some of the warriors who had come down for fresh air, swimming in an out of the way stream, and decided to try kissing Shara after talking with him for a while about Jack’s memories. Kissing went further. Nate –Jonathan- found himself turned on, and then worn out by the end of the day.

  “And you’re really doing okay with it?” Jack asked, watching his young clone closely. “Being part of Inanna’s household?”

  “Actually, I am,” he was assured. “And I have a place here. I’ve been not only teaching the kids, but also updating their database and helping to plan their new city. I drew schematics for the initial build, and after a few minor adjustments, it will happen. I’ve been to the planet, Jack, and it’s amazing! Enki has completely transformed Abydos, you will never recognize it. I would have sworn I felt the presence of the Abydonians, and they were pleased. He grew forests, Jack! There are even misty mornings, which Enki says will eventually become rain. The closest equivalent would be Seattle before the city was built.”

  “That’s a lot of water,” Jack commented thoughtfully. “Where’s it all coming from?”

  “Underground,” Jonathan said. “There were deep aquifers, so Enki brought them up. The new ozone is keeping the moisture in, instead of it evaporating, and it’s creating mist and streams. He planted a lot of Northwest American plants, there are deer, elk, turkey, wild boar, various kinds of fowl, birds, squirrels, rabbits, insects… oh, and horses, cows, sheep, and goats. I wasn’t wild about the inclusion of wolves and large cats, but he said a predator was needed for the ecosystem.

  “And this is the entire planet?” Jack asked. All he could see was the planet as he saw it the last time; a barren desert wasteland.

  “Pretty much,” Jonathan nodded. “The plants are pretty well established, which was the main part of the project, so he’ll let the planet take over from there.”

  “Is he using a time device?” Jack asked. He got another nod. Enki’s time dilation device was carefully calibrated and watched over to make sure nothing got out of hand. It was slowing down, and when it was at normal time, they would be moving onto their new planet.

  “I spent some time with Mom yesterday,” he was told. “She knows I’m leaving but I will be visiting. I told her once I was settled, I’d bring her over for a vacation. Jack, I convinced her to move down here. With Michael off on his sulk, Mom has no one. She can’t be alone, Jack, and she is alone, no matter how much the cousins try and help.”

  “I know,” Jack told him, his ire rising at his brother’s behavior. Leaving their grieving mother alone just because his feelings were hurt! Michael needed a serious reality check. Apparently the past year’s reality wasn’t real enough for him. “We’ll take care of her. I’ve been worried about her, so thank you. There’s a senior’s condo a mile away, I’ll check into it.”

  Jack still wasn’t sure about the changes in his clone; he was being so NOT Jack. Daniel told him that was the point and it was healthy. What Daniel was finding interesting was seeing parts of Jack that had been long buried, and they were coming out in his clone.

  He called Daniel when he returned home. Daniel was upset that he had forgotten about his appointment in his excitement over the find. He would call Ms. Levy and apologize. He was glad, though, that Inanna accepted the women, and thanked Jack for stepping in. Jack called his mother and found himself having to identify himself because of his sound-alike clone. She was still unsure of leaving her home, and Jack told her that her home was with him and the kids.

  Major Bryce called Jack the next day. Jack immediately thought that Matthew was having problems, but Bryce started talking about his twin sister, Jerrie.

  “She’s been a nanny for a couple of families,” Bryce said. “Our family is military, has been for generations, so she knows her way around a military h
ousehold. The only reason she didn’t join up is because of a knee injury. High school soccer. She’s smart, sir, and she’s really great with kids. I haven’t promised her anything, just that I’d drop her name.”

  “Why don’t you have her come by my office, Major?” It wouldn’t hurt to give the woman a hearing, and knowing her way around a military household would certainly be in her favor.

  Jerrie Bryce had that straight spine, shoulders thrown back stand that military kids seemed to pick up, especially when standing in front of an officer. She didn’t appear nervous, just quietly sure of herself, which Jack immediately liked. She looked a little like her brother, short brown hair and eyes, a British rose in her cheeks.

  “Have a seat, Ms. Bryce,” he invited. He shook her hand and experimented with a quick reach. He found it to be sort of like listening to instincts, which he had to admit to being bad at. This was more like instincts combined with a memory, though, as he immediately had the sense of ‘knowing’ the person he reached into. He’d have to remember to try it during his next big shot meeting.

  “Jerrie, please, sir,” she said, sitting.

  “Okay, Jerrie, Jack.”

  She handed Jack her credentials and told him about her time as a nanny. It was unexpected, just something that happened, starting with a neighbor, a single mom who had three boys. Jerrie was pediatric CPR certified, she knew how to use a gun, although she didn’t currently own one, and she had an NRA card to prove her firearms certification. She had a black belt in judo, and her father and grandfather were both colonels when they retired, so she knew about protocol with the higher ranks.

  “Only Stacy is biologically Dr. Jackson’s,” he told her. “She just turned eleven. The others are all my nieces and nephews. Their mother died recently, and I adopted them. It’s been a little rough, a major life upheaval for them. The teens especially have been moody, shifting from one end of the spectrum to the other within minutes. They are Katie, sixteen, and Matthew fourteen. David is ten, he’ll be eleven just after Christmas, and Olivia is only two-months-old. I do need to tell you that Davy is a little slow; are you able to handle cognitive problems?”

  “I’m very patient, sir,” she assured him. “I will tell you honestly that I don’t have experience with a developmentally disabled child, but if you will teach me, I can do it.”

  Jack nodded, appreciating her candor. “He isn’t really that bad,” he said. “Just slightly slow. He’s in his regular grade, it just takes him a little more time to understand things. He feels things deeply; if he’s quiet and the thumb is in, there’s a problem. He’s usually running all over the place. A chatterbox.

  “I think there are two main things, other than the children, that need to be stated up front; first, we have aliens popping in and out all the time, and second, the rumors of our lifestyle are true; I share my bed with my wife and Daniel, who is our consort, and we did recently all get handfasted together. Will that be a problem for you?”

  “No, sir,” she said with a smile. “I think my brother didn’t tell you; I’m a lesbian. Alternative lifestyles are not a problem for me. And I’m looking forward to meeting aliens; from what I’ve read, and from what Duncan has told us, they sound fascinating.”

  “Oh, I don’t know that fascinating is the word,” Jack said wryly. “Arrogant and pigheaded would be better places to start.” He called Davis’ office and asked Cassandra to bring the baby in. Cass was pulling double-duty. She came in and Jack introduced her as a close friend of the family. Cass placed Olivia in Jerrie’s arms.

  “Ohhh, she’s beautiful,” Jerrie breathed. “Hi, sweetie.” Jack was satisfied with the comfort Jerrie had for the baby and the baby for her. Cass gave him a small nod.

  “We can’t pay you what I’m sure you’re worth,” Jack said, watching them. “We may be a three-income household, but there’s a lot of out-going bills.” Jack named a price including health bennies. She nodded and told him it was a very generous price, more than she had gotten anywhere else.

  “I can work with that, sir,” she said. “It’s a live-in situation, so I’m not paying rent or utilities. And if I may suggest? I’m not positive, but I would think that governments could quietly come up with nanny money for their top heads of state, if they want certain people happy in their jobs.”

  Jack liked her. She would have to talk with Sam and Daniel, but he liked her. As soon as she left, Jack called the president. “Henry, I have a deal for you.”

  Sam had no problem with Jerrie and Daniel gave a quick greeting as he ran through the house. The crystal coffin had been delivered safely to Area 51 and into a gleeful Sam’s hands. She had found someone on base that was able to power-up the chair, much to Jack’s relief; at least he wouldn’t have to drop everything to play guinea pig. He added Corporal Danner’s name to the Gene list and tagged his file.

  Jerrie moved in and didn’t bring much with her; a laptop, cell phone, MP3, a library card, and a duffel bag of clothing. She said she was a minimalist, and usually didn’t have much. She was pleased with the room, and said it was generous compared to other houses she had worked in. Major Brice confirmed with Jack that his sister had never been much into material things; it wasn’t reticence of bringing more into the house, she really didn’t have more. They moved from base to base as children, and moving stuff was a pain, so they never collected things.

  Daniel’s academy seminar was the following week, so Jack sent Jerrie to observe and learn, get an idea of what will be happening in their lives. The recording of Daniel’s elementary seminar in Chicago was almost ready to be sent out to the public. The Pentagon was adding a few images and doing some general editing before making copies for the schools and a special airing on the PBS stations. Daniel himself was going to do the voice-overs for different languages. The Pentagon had done its usual balking at the release of the show, and Jack had to remind them several times that it was nothing that wasn’t already public knowledge.

  With everyone else somewhere else, Jack took the baby for her check-up. The seminar at the academy was over by the time he and Olivia came out of the exam room, and Daniel and Jerrie were waiting for him.

  “So, do we have a well-baby?” Daniel asked, stroking Olivia’s head. She had been poked and prodded and wasn’t very happy.

  “We have a very well-baby,” Jack said while the receptionist made the next appointment. “In fact, she’s absolutely perfect. Perfect, I say!” he declared to the waiting room. Parents smiled at him.

  When they got home, Jack’s day got even better when he found an email giving him permission (finally!) to distribute his emergency protocols to law enforcement and medical personnel. The main portions of the protocol were actually written years earlier as a precaution. They were written by Dr. Janet Frasier. It made Jack very happy to see her name heading the documents and he sent a note to Cassandra. It was time the world knew of the sacrifice Janet had made for them all, and having her name heading the protocols would place her in the history books.

  Hammond called Jack as soon as he received the email note about the protocols, and they chatted for an hour, catching up. Hammond was glad to see the peace in Jack since his family had come together. Sam also called, excited about the protocols and Janet making medical history. She suggested a remembrance dinner for Janet. The kids never knew Janet, so Jack and Daniel spent the evening telling the kids about Cassie’s foster mother, showing them pictures, and a few videos that featured her.

  Jack lay on the couch later in the evening, watching the news. Jerrie was in a chair, giving a bottle to Olivia before putting her to bed. A scuffing came down the stairs, and Davy and his footed pajamas and an old piece of quilt shuffled to the couch and shoved Jack over to make room for him. Davy was back to sleep within minutes. Daniel came up from his den a while later, kissed his men, and went to bed. Jack was startled awake when the TV was turned off. He didn’t remember closing his eyes.

  “Did you want it on?” Jerrie whispered. There was no baby in her ar
ms, telling him that he must be comfortable enough with her that his guard was down.

  “No.” Jack eased himself up and lifted Davy into his arms.

  “Would you like me to put him to bed?” Jerrie asked.

  “No, he’s my little man, I’ll do it,” Jack said, putting his mouth to the boy’s hair. He heard a “love you, Daddy” murmured into his chest. Jerrie smiled and wished him good night. A check on the rest of the kids showed everyone asleep except Katie who was still studying.

  “Bed, honey, it’s midnight,” Jack whispered. She nodded, glancing at the clock. Jack went in and sat on her bed.

  “How are you, baby?” he asked.

  “I’m fine,” she said.

  “Are you?” he asked. He took her book gently from her and closed it. “Your brain won’t retain anything, if you’re tired. Honey, you know I miss your mom, right? I’d give anything to have her back.”

  “I know,” Katie said. She sat up and put her arms around Jack, leaning on his shoulder. “I think in all this, we forgot that you lost your father, too.”

  Jack hugged her. “Thank you, honey.”

  After tucking her in, he went into his room and collapsed onto their bed.

  “God, Danny, I don’t deserve those kids,” he groaned into the bed.

  Daniel curled over to him, draped an arm across Jack’s back, and kissed his neck.

  “No, you don’t,” he was unexpectedly told. “But Megan did, and since she isn’t here, you can take second place and make her proud. You are wonderful with those kids, Jack; I hope I can be half the father you are.”

  He slid a hand under Jack’s t-shirt, caressing the warm skin.

  “Did you lock the door?” he asked, sucking on Jack’s earlobe. Jack moaned an affirmative.