What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer:neither Stargate or Roswell belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now three years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
*So I wasn't going to post this for awhile yet, but then i opened my mail this morning and Ravensprite sent me this wonderful banner.*pets banner* Isn't it pretty... So This fic is my baby, love it, hate it tell me. I AM A FEEDBACK WHORE!!!! I am really nervous about this one so please let me know what you think.*
Chapter 1
Liz looked down at her hands, in the dark they were difficult to see but she swore they should have been covered in blood. She had killed in the name of love. She had learned to fight. She had become a weapon. Along with the fighting was learning to heal. She had held the injured as their life slid away. She had lied to them as she lied to herself. She told each and every person that lay in her hands that they would live. All in the name of love, it had been lies. All of it.
She was Queen of a dying planet. A planet that had never wanted them. Yes Khivar was a tyrant. He was a bastard who had a death grip on his people. He killed and he maimed. Yet his planet survived, or it had till they had shown up. At first they had been welcomed with open arms, the return of King Zanakith.
The people rose up as one to help over throw Khivar, not knowing he had powerful allies. Allies who were indebted to him. It had all been for nought. Antar hadn’t been the refuge they had hoped for. It was far from it. Now her planet no longer wanted or needed her. Khivar had won andhe too was being welcomed back with open arms.
Liz paused as she looked around the place she had called home the last three years and shuddered. The palace’s cold rooms had echoed with cries and screams. Walls and floors that were washed with blood. Yet they had fought. They had fought when Max died, they had fought when Maria died. Michael wasted away; being Kind wasn’t what he had wanted. Still they had fought. As Kyle and Isabel were assassinated in each other’s arms they fought.
She and Michael took cold comfort in each. Both knowing neither was what the other wanted. Michael died a fortnight ago. She had held him as his blood spilled over her hands and arms. He had whisper that it would be alright with his last breath. They had died one by one as Khivar attacked over and over. They had used everything at their disposal. Even the things that weren’t. Treaties had been made with Aliens who by all rights worse then what they were fighting. They had fought and lost.
Now, now she was alone. Her people, who claimed they had never wanted them in the first place, had asked her to leave. They had given her this one chance to go before Khivar retook the palace.
The Gate was old, it had long fallen into disuse, it had been forgotten. Melina, one of the few freedom fighters left had told Liz about it. She knew very few addresses, all taken from ancient crumbling texts. She had held the books with reverence as she offered them to Liz. She had claimed that it was the only way. Liz had taken an address for a world that sounded like Earth and prayed that it was. She wanted to go home.
Not that she had a home, she was most likely considered dead now. Even if she wasn’t she would still be hunted by the special unit. Liz wanted nothing more then to go home and wrap herself in her parent's love. She wanted it badly but she knew couldn't go there. How could she when it would be up to her to explain she was the only one left alive? How could she face Amy or Sheriff Valenti and tell them their only children were gone forever.
Liz walked toward the hidden cavern without a backward glance. Her weapons were strapped to her waist, her bag in her hand. She had nothing else to show for her reign here on Antar. Nothing, but hurt and desperation. She wasn’t the same girl Max had healed. She wasn’t even the same woman who arrived on Antar three years ago.
Liz looked at the gate sadly; it was a thing of beauty in many ways. The grace in its dust-covered curves couldn’t be denied. There was a time when the mere thought of it would have excited her beyond all measure. Now it was just a means to escape this world that had never needed her.
Liz sighed as she looked down at the dialling device; the hand raised over the keys bore her wedding ring. Liz dialled the address she had been given and watched the water like worm hole spring to life. There was a new life waiting for her on the other side. What or where that planet was she didn’t know, but it was to be her new home.
Liz looked at her left hand again, a sense of sadness washed over her. It had been almost two years now. Setting her bag down she pulled off her rings and set them on the ground. That life was gone, dead and buried. Head held high Liz picked up her bags and walked through the gate to whatever fate held in store for her now.
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Daniel frowned at Jack, as he spoke “Look Jack don’t be ridiculous, no one will care if you date Sam, not now.” Jack picked up another strangely shaped rock off Daniel’s desk; he turned it over and set it down as slim fingers went to grab it.
“Yeah well if you are sure? I mean I don’t want it to look…funny. She did just dump Pete.”
Letting out a frustrated sigh “Jack you…just ask her all right.” Daniel got up to leave, grabbing his pack as he walked out the door.
Jack was close on his heels “Danny where ya goin?”
The longsuffering Archaeologist turned “Um Jack you are sending us to P3X-6482, remember?”
“Oh yeah…” Jack smiled his tone long and drawn out as he tapped his head “You know all that paper work…” He trails off and shakes his head “You be careful out there.”
Jack turned the corner and started toward his office as Daniel mutter, “What could go wrong we have killed almost all the Goa’uld are dead, the Replicators are gone…” his voice tapering of as he headed to the gate room. Jack couldn’t help but think I hope you are right Danny, I hope you are right.
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Daniel fired off another shot as he raced toward the gate with Sam and Teal’c. He couldn’t help but think about what he said to Jack. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. Dust kicked up as a blast landed close enough to singe his pants. He turned and saw Sam get hit in the side. A soft sound escaped her mouth as she fell. Panic raced through Daniel as Teal’c swept her up and continued to run. Sweat beaded on his brow while fear raced through him. It was never simple.
“Daniel Jackson we must get to the gate.” Daniel fired his Zat again hitting the enemy closest to them, before turning and running toward the gate.
Daniel stood in front of the DHD his fingers hovering over the buttons as the gate whooshed to life. “Teal’c incoming!” Daniel dove for cover, sure reinforcements would soon be pouring through the gate. Daniel prepared to fire as he looked up, another blast hit next to his head before turned he and fired.
Liz stepped through the gate; as she did an energy burst from a staff weapon hit the wormhole next to her. Dropping to the ground she quickly crawled toward the dialling device. She paused as she saw a man fire toward the trees.
Sighing Liz pulled out her guns. Weapons had been little used on Antar; after all they had powers there. She how ever still preferred them, her healing and other powers were more strongly developed then her offensive abilities. Liz took a deep breath this wasn’t what she had been expecting as she had walked through the gate.
Daniel looked toward the woman who had come through the gate. She was young, and armed. She looked at him for a moment, her chocolate coloured eyes weary and hard before she started to fire. The energy blast her weapons emitted were like nothing he had seen. Orange light hit one of the warriors attacking them; he convulsed and screamed as he fell.
Liz fired over and over, the man kneeling next to her shooting too. Her eyes caught sight of the American flag and suddenly Liz knew she was on the right side. Relief flooded over her. Here was her way home.
“Daniel Jackson, Col. Carter is fading, we must return NOW.”
Daniel grabbed the radio “Kinda pinned down here Teal’c, even with the extra help.” Daniel fired his Zat again as he spoke. “Where are you?”
“I am to your left.” Teal’c responded.
Liz looked at him “Daniel right? Look I can get us out of here but you need to take me with you. I want to go back to earth.”
Daniel frowned at the woman as she spoke, “How...”
Liz cut him off “There isn’t any time, yes or no?”
“Jack’s not going to like this, but yes now do what ever you are going to do.”
Liz took a deep breath, she wasn’t very good at this and it was draining. She formed the image in her mind, she pictured the men falling, she pictured them dying, gasping for air. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she fought to make it happen. She had only done this once and Isabel had helped her then. A tremor ran through her body as the weapon’s fire stopped. Liz held the image, held on to the desire that fuelled it as she heard them falling and gapping for breath. She held it till she felt a hand on her shoulder. Liz opened her eyes and they met the stunned blue ones as she took the offered hand.
Daniel looked at Teal’c, who was carrying Sam, before dialling Earth. He had no idea what had just happened but he knew it was big.
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Chapter 2
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
My thanks to my wonderful betas Andi and Sam, I love you…
Chapter 2
As the Gate wooshed to life Daniel immediately grabbed his radio, “Walter we got a wounded…Sam’s been hit and it is bad…” He punched in the IDC as he looked to the now wilting brunette. Whatever she had done had obviously tired her. He couldn’t fathom what she was, she knew about earth and her ‘powers’ were like nothing he had ever seen. He grabbed his pack, then Liz’s arm and guided her through the Gate. As he stepped through he remembered he had forgotten to tell Jack they had company coming too.
Liz felt the exhaustion deep with in her. Every breath was tiring. She looked down at Daniel’s hand and let him guide her. The gentleness in his touch was surprising, and strangely comforting. After walking through the gate she found herself in a large room, and surrounded by military men. Liz yanked her arm away as fear coursed through her. She had seen Daniel and the other’s clothes yet it hadn’t really sunk in that they were military till this exact moment; when it was too late.
Jack was dying inside as he watched Brightman work on Sam. Her injuries were so severe that he hadn’t been able to move her yet, which was not good. Not good at all. Worry consumed its way through his stomach like acid. He was so consumed he hadn’t yet seen their latest guest.
“She’s fading, Sir I am not sure there is anything I can do.” Jack felt his heart clench and splinter. He couldn’t lose Sam not yet, not now. He hadn’t told her how he felt, that he loved her. He had foolishly wasted so much time. All this raced through his mind as he watched helplessly. Teal’c came and laid his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“O’Neill, we have brought someone back with us. She helped us escape, but was not from that world. She arrived as we approached the DHD. She knew we were from earth; some how without a weapon, or touching the enemy she killed them.” Jack frowned as he turned and looked at the petite young woman standing just behind Daniel. Her fear was evident in the tight lines around her mouth and unnaturally pale skin. Her hand was raised defensively as she warily looked the room over. She was a warrior; every line of her body screamed it. The way her eyes shifted and jumped from man to man, Jack knew she was calculating the danger, assessing the threats.
“Lower your weapons.” Jack moved his hands in a downward motion as he spoke. One by one the soldiers said yes sir, lowered their guns and left the room. The woman relaxed, not much but relaxed none the less. “No one is going to hurt you, so just…be calm”
“Sir, Lt. Carter isn’t going to make it…” Jack jumped and turned, his whole body going ridged as those words came from Brightman’s mouth.
Liz watched O’Neill, she saw him tense as he was told that Sam was going to die. Love for her was written plainly across his face. Love like she had once thought belonged to her. Liz knew this was going to be bad, yet she knew it was with in her to heal Sam. She knew that she could fix this. Tiredness was pulling at her limbs, dragging her down even as she moved forward. She moved past Daniel’s questioning gaze. She slid between the other’s not letting them stop her.
The air of confidence and determination that surrounded her gave everyone pause. It stunned them long enough for her to reach Sam’s side. The blonde officer was pale, her skin almost translucent. Liz removed the bandages and placed her hands on the wound. Blood began to seep steadily from it as Liz focused on the beat of Sam’s pulse. She could hear shouting behind her; forcefully tuning it out she began.
Sam’s mind was well ordered and focused. She had a sparkling intelligence that left Liz in awe. She hadn’t even encountered Antariens with minds this complex and they were supposed to be an evolved race. Liz saw Sam turning around in confusion, not understanding that she was dying.
As she stepped forward “Hello Sam, I’m Liz. I am going to heal you, but I need your help.”
Sam looked at her questioningly her head tipped to the side “Heal me? You aren’t Goa’uld, even here I can tell that. Wait...” Sam looked around, her face now betraying her confusion and puzzlement, “Where am I?”
Liz walked over toward her gesturing outward as she spoke, “This Lt. Col. is your mind. You are dying, but I am here to stop that,” Liz paused and looked at the woman she was about to save. “Do you love him as much as he loves you? O’Neill, do you care for him, his frustration and fear were so tangible when the Doctor said you were going to die.”
Sam looked up through narrowed eyes, “Why is it any concern of yours if I do or don’t?” her voice cautious.
“It is because of what I saw in him at that moment that I am doing this; that I am risking damage to myself to heal you. I thought I had a love as strong as the one he possesses for you. In the end though he was weak, he turned from me and blamed me for what was happening to us. What I see and feel from your General such a beautiful thing, I refuse to let him lose it.”
“You don’t know us how, “Sam shook her head, “yes I love him, I have for years. I broke up with a man who I could have been happy with because I knew that even though I could have been happy it would have been settling. I love Jack. I always have.”
Liz smiled as the other woman spoke; her love was shining out through her memories. Liz was jealous in so many ways. This woman had what she wanted, a love that would last; a love that wouldn’t falter. She was lucky in ways she didn’t yet know.
“Good, then look at me focus on where things hurt, think only of the pain.” Liz was already seeing the vessels, tendons, and tissue that had been severed and seared. She was already piecing them back together in her mind. She could feel Sam’s pain sinking into her, she gasped as it lanced through her. Tugging at her concentration, trying to cause her focus to slip.
Sam felt warmth spread through out her body it was liquid; it lapped around the edges of the pain easing it away with each wave. She felt herself being pulled out of her mind, her consciousness returning. She could feel Liz’s hands on her side, she knew this woman now. Intimately, she saw her intentions, her fears, and cares. She knew her for these moments as she knew herself. Suddenly it was all yanked away as she jack-knifed, a cough racking her body.
Jack was chewing on his nails, it was a nasty habit really but he couldn’t do what he wanted, which was take Sam in his arms and hold her. The woman, who Daniel had called Liz, walked passed all of them, he still hadn’t figure that out, and was kneeling next to Sam. Her face getting paler and paler by the second, where as Sam was pinking up. He didn’t know why he hadn’t put a stop to it, he wasn’t even sure what this Liz woman was doing but Brightman said her vitals were climbing. Suddenly Sam sat up, once again Jack’s stomach bottomed out. She was all right and he couldn’t touch her, not now, not here. But he would be damned if he didn’t talk to her tonight.
Liz moved back from Sam as she sat up and tried to gather herself to stand. She once again found Daniel’s hand being offered to her. She reached for it, but her arms felt like lead. Darkness encroached on her vision as she slumped to the floor.
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
My thanks to my wonderful betas Andi and Sam, I love you…
Chapter 2
As the Gate wooshed to life Daniel immediately grabbed his radio, “Walter we got a wounded…Sam’s been hit and it is bad…” He punched in the IDC as he looked to the now wilting brunette. Whatever she had done had obviously tired her. He couldn’t fathom what she was, she knew about earth and her ‘powers’ were like nothing he had ever seen. He grabbed his pack, then Liz’s arm and guided her through the Gate. As he stepped through he remembered he had forgotten to tell Jack they had company coming too.
Liz felt the exhaustion deep with in her. Every breath was tiring. She looked down at Daniel’s hand and let him guide her. The gentleness in his touch was surprising, and strangely comforting. After walking through the gate she found herself in a large room, and surrounded by military men. Liz yanked her arm away as fear coursed through her. She had seen Daniel and the other’s clothes yet it hadn’t really sunk in that they were military till this exact moment; when it was too late.
Jack was dying inside as he watched Brightman work on Sam. Her injuries were so severe that he hadn’t been able to move her yet, which was not good. Not good at all. Worry consumed its way through his stomach like acid. He was so consumed he hadn’t yet seen their latest guest.
“She’s fading, Sir I am not sure there is anything I can do.” Jack felt his heart clench and splinter. He couldn’t lose Sam not yet, not now. He hadn’t told her how he felt, that he loved her. He had foolishly wasted so much time. All this raced through his mind as he watched helplessly. Teal’c came and laid his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“O’Neill, we have brought someone back with us. She helped us escape, but was not from that world. She arrived as we approached the DHD. She knew we were from earth; some how without a weapon, or touching the enemy she killed them.” Jack frowned as he turned and looked at the petite young woman standing just behind Daniel. Her fear was evident in the tight lines around her mouth and unnaturally pale skin. Her hand was raised defensively as she warily looked the room over. She was a warrior; every line of her body screamed it. The way her eyes shifted and jumped from man to man, Jack knew she was calculating the danger, assessing the threats.
“Lower your weapons.” Jack moved his hands in a downward motion as he spoke. One by one the soldiers said yes sir, lowered their guns and left the room. The woman relaxed, not much but relaxed none the less. “No one is going to hurt you, so just…be calm”
“Sir, Lt. Carter isn’t going to make it…” Jack jumped and turned, his whole body going ridged as those words came from Brightman’s mouth.
Liz watched O’Neill, she saw him tense as he was told that Sam was going to die. Love for her was written plainly across his face. Love like she had once thought belonged to her. Liz knew this was going to be bad, yet she knew it was with in her to heal Sam. She knew that she could fix this. Tiredness was pulling at her limbs, dragging her down even as she moved forward. She moved past Daniel’s questioning gaze. She slid between the other’s not letting them stop her.
The air of confidence and determination that surrounded her gave everyone pause. It stunned them long enough for her to reach Sam’s side. The blonde officer was pale, her skin almost translucent. Liz removed the bandages and placed her hands on the wound. Blood began to seep steadily from it as Liz focused on the beat of Sam’s pulse. She could hear shouting behind her; forcefully tuning it out she began.
Sam’s mind was well ordered and focused. She had a sparkling intelligence that left Liz in awe. She hadn’t even encountered Antariens with minds this complex and they were supposed to be an evolved race. Liz saw Sam turning around in confusion, not understanding that she was dying.
As she stepped forward “Hello Sam, I’m Liz. I am going to heal you, but I need your help.”
Sam looked at her questioningly her head tipped to the side “Heal me? You aren’t Goa’uld, even here I can tell that. Wait...” Sam looked around, her face now betraying her confusion and puzzlement, “Where am I?”
Liz walked over toward her gesturing outward as she spoke, “This Lt. Col. is your mind. You are dying, but I am here to stop that,” Liz paused and looked at the woman she was about to save. “Do you love him as much as he loves you? O’Neill, do you care for him, his frustration and fear were so tangible when the Doctor said you were going to die.”
Sam looked up through narrowed eyes, “Why is it any concern of yours if I do or don’t?” her voice cautious.
“It is because of what I saw in him at that moment that I am doing this; that I am risking damage to myself to heal you. I thought I had a love as strong as the one he possesses for you. In the end though he was weak, he turned from me and blamed me for what was happening to us. What I see and feel from your General such a beautiful thing, I refuse to let him lose it.”
“You don’t know us how, “Sam shook her head, “yes I love him, I have for years. I broke up with a man who I could have been happy with because I knew that even though I could have been happy it would have been settling. I love Jack. I always have.”
Liz smiled as the other woman spoke; her love was shining out through her memories. Liz was jealous in so many ways. This woman had what she wanted, a love that would last; a love that wouldn’t falter. She was lucky in ways she didn’t yet know.
“Good, then look at me focus on where things hurt, think only of the pain.” Liz was already seeing the vessels, tendons, and tissue that had been severed and seared. She was already piecing them back together in her mind. She could feel Sam’s pain sinking into her, she gasped as it lanced through her. Tugging at her concentration, trying to cause her focus to slip.
Sam felt warmth spread through out her body it was liquid; it lapped around the edges of the pain easing it away with each wave. She felt herself being pulled out of her mind, her consciousness returning. She could feel Liz’s hands on her side, she knew this woman now. Intimately, she saw her intentions, her fears, and cares. She knew her for these moments as she knew herself. Suddenly it was all yanked away as she jack-knifed, a cough racking her body.
Jack was chewing on his nails, it was a nasty habit really but he couldn’t do what he wanted, which was take Sam in his arms and hold her. The woman, who Daniel had called Liz, walked passed all of them, he still hadn’t figure that out, and was kneeling next to Sam. Her face getting paler and paler by the second, where as Sam was pinking up. He didn’t know why he hadn’t put a stop to it, he wasn’t even sure what this Liz woman was doing but Brightman said her vitals were climbing. Suddenly Sam sat up, once again Jack’s stomach bottomed out. She was all right and he couldn’t touch her, not now, not here. But he would be damned if he didn’t talk to her tonight.
Liz moved back from Sam as she sat up and tried to gather herself to stand. She once again found Daniel’s hand being offered to her. She reached for it, but her arms felt like lead. Darkness encroached on her vision as she slumped to the floor.
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Chapter 3
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
Sorry if there are mistakes this part was unbetaed...
Chapter 3
Liz was sinking; her body felt light and heavy at the same time. Memories flooded her unconscious mind. Memories she wished she didn’t have. Storming her mind taking over, she had no choice but to give in.
”Liz I refuse to discuss this. I need you to do this I can’t trust anyone else. Please Liz.” Max’s dark eyes pleaded with her, his voice held all the desperation they felt.
“Max I, I can’t. I…just can’t.” her voice broke as she spoke. How could he ask this of her, how could he even think it?
“Damn it Liz, just fucking do it!” Max’s face twisted with rage, all the pleading and soft words gone. “You owe me, you owe me this!”
Liz felt her limbs go week, it was back to this then, as always. She shook her head as she started to walk away. Her husband was lost to her, their love old and faded before its time. “Max that isn’t who I am, I am not an assassin. I will not become one to placate you.”
“None of this would have ever happened if I hadn’t healed you. You do know that right? You know all this is because of YOU!” Max raged at her, it was the same conversation they had been having for weeks. Since they had became trapped, since they had lost half of their forces in one decisive battle. Liz turned and began to leave as Max continued on the same thread.
“You are the only one who can do this Liz, no one else has the power. Liz don’t walk away from me…LIZ!”
She had kept walking she had no choice. She refused to become his weapon. Her heart was heavy and filled with loss. Filled with regret, she had already changed so much for him and still he continued to ask for more. She had loved him. She had loved the boy she married, but she had come to hate the man he became. It tore at her that she still had hope for their love. She had to after all there was nothing else, nothing but a world that was turning from them daily, and the constant lack of choices.
Liz could feel them moving her, she was aware of the concern and nervousness in those around her. She was exhausted; she had pushed herself to far and was now paying for it.
Daniel was thrown, in fact they all were. That Liz had walked passed them unfettered had them in shock. She had knelt down before they could do anything to stop her. By the time they had the ability to react Sam was starting to heal.
Daniel, helpless, watched Liz slide to the floor, he couldn’t understand this need he had to …he searched for the right word, which as a linguist was a big deal, protect. Yes protect, she seemed so strong yet her eyes were so filled with hurt and anguish. He had never before seen anyone do what she did; yet he didn’t feel threatened, he knew rationally that he should but he didn’t. He watched Brightman take her to the infirmary and started to follow, only to be stopped by Jack.
“Put her under guard in isolation till we know exactly what she is and intends to do. I want to know the second she wakes up. Daniel, T, your with me. Carter go home and rest after Brightman clears you, that’s an order.”
“Sir,” Carter interjected, she felt great, better then she had in months in fact. There was so much she could be doing in her office; they had that new gadget from P3X-5893 she was dying to tear apart.
O’Neill turned back, crossed his arms and frowned, “Just do it Carter.” And walked toward his office.
Jack sat down in the briefing room heavily, it had been close, to close. He looked down at the cup of coffee Daniel sat in front of him before he too sat down. Jack laced his fingers together on the table “So anyone want to tell what that girl, woman…the ever the hell, what she is? Cause I would really really like to know. Really.”
Teal’c arched his eyebrow “Indeed, as would I. Never before have I seen anything like this. Her abilities are foreign to me.”
Jack looked at Daniel expectantly “Sorry Jack, I don’t know. She walked through the Gate, saw we were under fire. Started firing too, then was asking if we could take her back to earth. She closed her eyes and then the Murtaog started gasping for breath and died. Jack I had never seen anything like it either.” Daniel was excited and awed his hands were moving rapidly as he spoke, his eyes bright and slightly unfocused. “Some kind of telekinesis, or psychic suggestion. I would guess.”
“Daniel Jackson it correct about the way the Murtaog died.”
Jack’s brow was furrowed in concentration he seemed about to speak when Sergeant Ferral entered.
“Ferral?”
“Sir, Dr. Brightman would like to speak to you right away, he say he found something interesting.”
“Now?”
“Yes Sir General Sir!”
“At ease Ferral, Daniel, Teal’c let’s go.”
Liz lay trapped in her memories; she knew she needed to wake. She knew that she could be in danger yet she was unable to pull her way out of the quagmire that her mind. Liz and Melina were sparing, it was something they had done almost everyday since Liz arrived. Melina was something unusual on Antar her gift, which made her as much of an outsider as Liz, was death. She had been causing it in one form or another since her powers developed. She was taken, trained, and excelled in every venture; on Earth she would have been called a prodigy. She was younger then Liz by four years. They were sparing hand to hand, Liz found the physical exertion comforting after all the metal stress of fighting with Max and training to strengthen her powers. She was able to let her mind go and just react; Melina claimed Liz was a natural too.
Things were winding down when a guard ran in “My Lady, the King has been injured. He requires you immediately.”
Liz looked to Melina concern was etched on her face as she reached out to grab Liz’s arm.
“My lady we must hurry…the doctor says he won’t last long.” Liz flinched as he spoke those words.
Liz ran behind the guard, he was leading her toward the medical wing. Her thoughts were frantic as slowed to walk through the door. She could hear everyone before she even entered. Isabel’s hushed hurried tones, Maria rapidly deteriorating into insensibility, Michel’s gruff voice trying to comfort them. Kyle as always the voice of reason, he was whispering to the doctor, his voice was low and throaty as if he was trying not to cry. Liz stepped in and was thrown. Max lay on the bed; his body was a bloody mass of tissue. She couldn’t imagine how he was still alive. She knew what they would all ask of her; she could feel it.
O’Neill looked at Brightman, “So you’re saying she is human, not humanoid, so that means what exactly?”
Daniel looked through the glass at the unconscious brunette she was so very still. Daniel watched her take a slow hesitant breath. “He is saying she isn’t an alien, that she is from here Jack. She is from Earth.” Daniel turned to look toward Jack and Teal’c, “How she got out there is the question though,”
“Dr. Jackson is right, she is from here we ran a DNA profile on her, she is human, but….”
“Ah with the but, I don’t like but, just get right to the point Doc and no more buts,” Jack was getting snippy he hated this. The long drawn out explanations.
“As I was saying she has been enhanced, so although her DNA is still like ours her blood cells and brain chemistry are vastly different.”
“So she isn’t totally human is what you are saying right?” Jack had his arms crossed, his frustration evident.
Brightman sighed; it was always so much fun talking to the General, “Yes Sir that is what I am saying.”
“Why didn’t you just say so it the first place,” Jack turned to the door “Do we know who she is yet?”
“No sir but there seems to be a tag on her prints by the NID, we ran them once we knew she was human, but couldn’t get anywhere.”
“So she is sorta human and the NID are looking for her. Great, just what I need. I hate those guys, really. They always cause trouble and then we have to shoot them. Although that part is kinda fun.” Jack walked out shaking his head; he had a pile of deskwork calling his name before he could even think of heading out to see Sam. Not to mention this not alien but kinda sorta is chick to worry about now. “Cake, I need cake, “ he turned and headed toward the commissary, “T you coming?”
“Daniel Jackson, you are staying?” Teal’c had turned to follow O’Neill but hesitated when he saw Daniel wasn’t following too.
“Yeah I want to be here when she wakes up, a some what friendly face might do her some good.” Daniel stared at Liz through the glass again, his mind trying to figure out the puzzle laid out before even with so few details.
“Indeed, I shall see you tomorrow then.”
It hadn’t worked; she had known it wouldn’t yet they had begged her to try. She had given in and now, now she had seen what had happened to Max, every punch, slice and kick. She had felt each as it were happening to her. Liz curled up on her bed, sorrow over taking her. Her marriage had been a failure; her husband resented her and wished he had never healed her, even with his dying thought. He hadn’t loved her for a long time, she had seen it all, felt it all. Now she was a widow, Michael was King and they were broken. It had begun, the beginning of the end.
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
Sorry if there are mistakes this part was unbetaed...
Chapter 3
Liz was sinking; her body felt light and heavy at the same time. Memories flooded her unconscious mind. Memories she wished she didn’t have. Storming her mind taking over, she had no choice but to give in.
”Liz I refuse to discuss this. I need you to do this I can’t trust anyone else. Please Liz.” Max’s dark eyes pleaded with her, his voice held all the desperation they felt.
“Max I, I can’t. I…just can’t.” her voice broke as she spoke. How could he ask this of her, how could he even think it?
“Damn it Liz, just fucking do it!” Max’s face twisted with rage, all the pleading and soft words gone. “You owe me, you owe me this!”
Liz felt her limbs go week, it was back to this then, as always. She shook her head as she started to walk away. Her husband was lost to her, their love old and faded before its time. “Max that isn’t who I am, I am not an assassin. I will not become one to placate you.”
“None of this would have ever happened if I hadn’t healed you. You do know that right? You know all this is because of YOU!” Max raged at her, it was the same conversation they had been having for weeks. Since they had became trapped, since they had lost half of their forces in one decisive battle. Liz turned and began to leave as Max continued on the same thread.
“You are the only one who can do this Liz, no one else has the power. Liz don’t walk away from me…LIZ!”
She had kept walking she had no choice. She refused to become his weapon. Her heart was heavy and filled with loss. Filled with regret, she had already changed so much for him and still he continued to ask for more. She had loved him. She had loved the boy she married, but she had come to hate the man he became. It tore at her that she still had hope for their love. She had to after all there was nothing else, nothing but a world that was turning from them daily, and the constant lack of choices.
Liz could feel them moving her, she was aware of the concern and nervousness in those around her. She was exhausted; she had pushed herself to far and was now paying for it.
Daniel was thrown, in fact they all were. That Liz had walked passed them unfettered had them in shock. She had knelt down before they could do anything to stop her. By the time they had the ability to react Sam was starting to heal.
Daniel, helpless, watched Liz slide to the floor, he couldn’t understand this need he had to …he searched for the right word, which as a linguist was a big deal, protect. Yes protect, she seemed so strong yet her eyes were so filled with hurt and anguish. He had never before seen anyone do what she did; yet he didn’t feel threatened, he knew rationally that he should but he didn’t. He watched Brightman take her to the infirmary and started to follow, only to be stopped by Jack.
“Put her under guard in isolation till we know exactly what she is and intends to do. I want to know the second she wakes up. Daniel, T, your with me. Carter go home and rest after Brightman clears you, that’s an order.”
“Sir,” Carter interjected, she felt great, better then she had in months in fact. There was so much she could be doing in her office; they had that new gadget from P3X-5893 she was dying to tear apart.
O’Neill turned back, crossed his arms and frowned, “Just do it Carter.” And walked toward his office.
Jack sat down in the briefing room heavily, it had been close, to close. He looked down at the cup of coffee Daniel sat in front of him before he too sat down. Jack laced his fingers together on the table “So anyone want to tell what that girl, woman…the ever the hell, what she is? Cause I would really really like to know. Really.”
Teal’c arched his eyebrow “Indeed, as would I. Never before have I seen anything like this. Her abilities are foreign to me.”
Jack looked at Daniel expectantly “Sorry Jack, I don’t know. She walked through the Gate, saw we were under fire. Started firing too, then was asking if we could take her back to earth. She closed her eyes and then the Murtaog started gasping for breath and died. Jack I had never seen anything like it either.” Daniel was excited and awed his hands were moving rapidly as he spoke, his eyes bright and slightly unfocused. “Some kind of telekinesis, or psychic suggestion. I would guess.”
“Daniel Jackson it correct about the way the Murtaog died.”
Jack’s brow was furrowed in concentration he seemed about to speak when Sergeant Ferral entered.
“Ferral?”
“Sir, Dr. Brightman would like to speak to you right away, he say he found something interesting.”
“Now?”
“Yes Sir General Sir!”
“At ease Ferral, Daniel, Teal’c let’s go.”
Liz lay trapped in her memories; she knew she needed to wake. She knew that she could be in danger yet she was unable to pull her way out of the quagmire that her mind. Liz and Melina were sparing, it was something they had done almost everyday since Liz arrived. Melina was something unusual on Antar her gift, which made her as much of an outsider as Liz, was death. She had been causing it in one form or another since her powers developed. She was taken, trained, and excelled in every venture; on Earth she would have been called a prodigy. She was younger then Liz by four years. They were sparing hand to hand, Liz found the physical exertion comforting after all the metal stress of fighting with Max and training to strengthen her powers. She was able to let her mind go and just react; Melina claimed Liz was a natural too.
Things were winding down when a guard ran in “My Lady, the King has been injured. He requires you immediately.”
Liz looked to Melina concern was etched on her face as she reached out to grab Liz’s arm.
“My lady we must hurry…the doctor says he won’t last long.” Liz flinched as he spoke those words.
Liz ran behind the guard, he was leading her toward the medical wing. Her thoughts were frantic as slowed to walk through the door. She could hear everyone before she even entered. Isabel’s hushed hurried tones, Maria rapidly deteriorating into insensibility, Michel’s gruff voice trying to comfort them. Kyle as always the voice of reason, he was whispering to the doctor, his voice was low and throaty as if he was trying not to cry. Liz stepped in and was thrown. Max lay on the bed; his body was a bloody mass of tissue. She couldn’t imagine how he was still alive. She knew what they would all ask of her; she could feel it.
O’Neill looked at Brightman, “So you’re saying she is human, not humanoid, so that means what exactly?”
Daniel looked through the glass at the unconscious brunette she was so very still. Daniel watched her take a slow hesitant breath. “He is saying she isn’t an alien, that she is from here Jack. She is from Earth.” Daniel turned to look toward Jack and Teal’c, “How she got out there is the question though,”
“Dr. Jackson is right, she is from here we ran a DNA profile on her, she is human, but….”
“Ah with the but, I don’t like but, just get right to the point Doc and no more buts,” Jack was getting snippy he hated this. The long drawn out explanations.
“As I was saying she has been enhanced, so although her DNA is still like ours her blood cells and brain chemistry are vastly different.”
“So she isn’t totally human is what you are saying right?” Jack had his arms crossed, his frustration evident.
Brightman sighed; it was always so much fun talking to the General, “Yes Sir that is what I am saying.”
“Why didn’t you just say so it the first place,” Jack turned to the door “Do we know who she is yet?”
“No sir but there seems to be a tag on her prints by the NID, we ran them once we knew she was human, but couldn’t get anywhere.”
“So she is sorta human and the NID are looking for her. Great, just what I need. I hate those guys, really. They always cause trouble and then we have to shoot them. Although that part is kinda fun.” Jack walked out shaking his head; he had a pile of deskwork calling his name before he could even think of heading out to see Sam. Not to mention this not alien but kinda sorta is chick to worry about now. “Cake, I need cake, “ he turned and headed toward the commissary, “T you coming?”
“Daniel Jackson, you are staying?” Teal’c had turned to follow O’Neill but hesitated when he saw Daniel wasn’t following too.
“Yeah I want to be here when she wakes up, a some what friendly face might do her some good.” Daniel stared at Liz through the glass again, his mind trying to figure out the puzzle laid out before even with so few details.
“Indeed, I shall see you tomorrow then.”
It hadn’t worked; she had known it wouldn’t yet they had begged her to try. She had given in and now, now she had seen what had happened to Max, every punch, slice and kick. She had felt each as it were happening to her. Liz curled up on her bed, sorrow over taking her. Her marriage had been a failure; her husband resented her and wished he had never healed her, even with his dying thought. He hadn’t loved her for a long time, she had seen it all, felt it all. Now she was a widow, Michael was King and they were broken. It had begun, the beginning of the end.
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Chapter 4...I escaped long enough to finish it....
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
I want to Thank Liz Parker Evans and Andi04 for being my Beta’s, you are both wonderful. Any flaws left are my own.
Chapter 4
Sam drove home in silence; she fought the trembling that almost caused her to pull over several times. She had almost died; she had hovered on the brink of it alone till Liz had entered her mind. It had been eerily different then when she was joined with Jolinar, yet at the same time so many similarities. Jolinar had a strong mental image of herself, but this was different from that, Liz wasn’t in her, Sam shook off her train of thought she wasn’t ready to try to figure it out. It was still to jumbled and there were things in her mind that she was sure didn’t belong there. A residue, lingering images. She couldn’t even remember if she had told anyone the girl’s name. Pulling into her driveway she turned off the ignition and laid her head on the steering wheel. She felt the cold darkness of the night pressing down on her. It chilled her and made her think of the heavy ache that had surrounded her as she danced on the edge of death. She was alone, so very alone. She slowly climbed out of her car and walked the small distance to her house.
She hadn’t left a light on, again. Flipping the switch she knew, she just knew that tonight was going to be bad. She had close calls before but this was different some how. Was it the fact that she was walking around with no visible wounds, not even a scar? Sam thought that might have a lot to do with it. It didn’t matter how much she had seen, her rational scientific mind kept telling her it was impossible.
Opening a cupboard she pulled out a glass and the bottle of vodka she had got from her brother two Christmases ago. She carried both with her as she went to her bathroom and began to draw a bath. She was healed, yet she ached, it was a bone numbing cold and it consumed her. Sam knew it was stress that it was just the after effects and she knew that crying was good for the soul. She hadn’t had much to be happy with recently, and right now she would have given anything to be able to talk to her dad and Selmac. Her grief for them was still raw. She had lost them, she had let Pete go and she didn’t have Jack. God she thought as she took a sip of her drink grimacing at the bite, she sounded like a whinny thirteen year old. Sam set her drink down and gave over to the flood of tears threatened to drown her.
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Jack had a headache, it was the kind that throbbed and pulsed behind your eyes. The kind that made you think your head was going to explode and if it did, well then at least it wouldn’t hurt any longer. He pressed the ball of his hands to his eyes and tried to will it away. When that didn’t work he opened his bottom draw and took out the industrial size bottle of ibuprofen he had stole from the infirmary. He shook six out in to his hand and swallowed them with the last sip of coffee in his cup. No wonder he was well on his way to getting an ulcer.
His pile of paper work was still untouched; the same page he had been looking at an hour ago was in front of him. It was useless; he didn’t want to be here. He wanted to be in the car on his way to Sam’s, he wanted to be in her house holding her. Feeling her body against his, so he knew she was alive. He wanted to banish the image of her dying from his mind. He wanted the girl in the infirmary to wake up so he could talk to her and get the hell out of here. Shoving away from his desk he headed toward the infirmary, even if she wasn’t awake yet Daniel was there and they could keep each other company.
He had just reached the door when Teal’c appeared “Hey T what’s up?” Jack’s forced cheerfulness had Teal’c raising his eyebrow.
“O’Neill I have heard from Master Bra’tac, it seems I am needed for a Council session, although it seems an inopportune time. I had also thought to ask several of the other Jaffa about this girl’s abilities while there.”
“T’ don’t worry about it, they need you and as of right now SG1 has three days of down time, I have decided it is a new regulation for near death experiences.” Jack gave Teal’c a weary half smile as he patted him on the shoulders “Asking around is good, and it isn’t like we can call the Tok’ra with Jacob being gone now and all.” Jack wanted to wince but held it back, that was still a raw area better left alone. “So go one make nice with the other leaders, we can hold down the fort.” Teal’c gave Jack another odd look before nodding and heading off to prepare for his trip.
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Conscious tugged at Liz, the edges of her mind cleared and slowly began to wake. Her mouth was dry, it always was after healing and she had never really figured out why. Liz felt battered, her body sore, it was punishment for over doing. For healing when her energy was so low. She knew it would be this way for days, it always was. She opened her eyes and realized she wasn’t alone. A nurse was pushing a needle filled with something in to her I.V. Liz felt her heart speed up and panic seeped in. She was in a military facility, they would know. Moving to sit up she saw someone sitting in the chair next to her bed. Daniel. His name was Daniel. She could see images of him acquired from Sam’s mind. Sam loved him, thought of him as a brother, more so then her own. Liz looked around she wondered where Sam was. If she was all right. She still felt connected to her; deep down she knew that Sam could be trusted. After all she had seen Sam’s mind, her fascination with all things science, her love of new things. Sam’s thoughts had shown her she could trust the people here. It was hard though; she hadn’t trusted anyone, other then Melina, outside the 'club’ in so long. She missed Melina and wondered if the other girl would be all right.
“Daniel, “Liz spoke softly, she didn’t want to startle him. He didn’t even stir; his arm was close so Liz reached out to touch him. The second she did she knew it was a mistake, but it was already too late. Her barriers were low, and his memories too strong.
<I> It didn’t rain much on Abydos, so when it did Shar’e would run outside tilt her head back and try to catch the water droplets. She would laugh and dance. She would spin in circle’s, catching his hands as she did till they were soaking and shivering. She would then run with him back to the tent, gently pushing and pulling him toward the sleeping pallet as she pulled his shirt off. He would shudder as she licked his neck and kissed him tenderly. The slow build of passion, the yearning and sweetness, it was always like this when they made love. He had loved her from almost the minute he saw her, her gentleness, her sweet nature. She had filled a hole in his life that was so vast and deep that he wasn’t sure how he had ever functioned without her.</I>
Liz yanked her hand away quickly, she felt as though she had violated him in some way, seeing that private moment and his love for Shar’e. Daniel had been pulled from his sleep her touch; he had opened his eyes only to see hers glaze over, looking at something he couldn’t see. She jerked away almost as if his arm had burned her, her eyes turned to his and she quickly glanced down blushing. He couldn’t help but wonder why.
Liz looked up again “Is Sam alright?” Daniel was startled by her low husky tone and her obvious concern over someone she didn’t know.
“Yes, she is fine. What’s your name?” Daniel leaned forward as he spoke. The brunette looked startled by his question.
“Oh, my name is Liz, Liz Parker. I thought you would know that by now.”
“Yes well normally we would but for some reason you have a file and we can’t access it.” Jack said as he strode into the room. “Danny I thought you were going to call me when she woke up.” Daniel looked toward Jack as he spoke.
“Well I would have but she has only just woke up.” He frowned as he spoke, Jack was not in a good mood.
“Hey I am awake over here, you can talk to me.” Liz gave the General her best you are messing with the wrong Queen look.
Jake gave her an apprising look, she was dangerous he knew that, but she had also healed Sam. NID had a file on her; damn he hated this kind of thing. “Alright then Liz, why does the NID have a file on you? Where were you before P3X-6482 and how did you get there? And those are just to start with.”
Liz leaned back against her pillows; this was going to be a long, long night. “You might want to sit down. And Please don’t interrupt I’ll answer all your questions after I explain everything all right?” She looked Jack in the eye as she spoke.
Jack looked at he through narrowed eyes, leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine I can do that.”
An hour later Jack was stunned, thrown and generally confused. He held up his hand as Liz’s voice trailed off, “So you are saying you fell in love with an alien king, he healed you, changed you, left for his planet with him to escape ‘the special unit’, who by the way is NID. Helped over throw the government that was there, because the leader was evil and had killed you husband in his first life, then that leader wanted back in power and killed your husband, again. Then the guy killed all your friend's but let you leave. Have I got it all?” Jack had seen a lot, and he had done a lot but this was right out of a science fiction novel, a bad one at that. Daniel was all glassy eyed again, but his expression went sharp at Jack’s tone and comments. “You can’t possibly expect me to believe that?”
“Look I told you the truth; I can’t do anything about you not believing me. That is your choice, not mine.” Liz was tired, and Jack was pissing her off.
“I believe you,” It was so calmly and with such nonchalance that Liz couldn’t help but smile. “What I want to know though is does this Khivar know where you are and is he likely to follow you?”
“No I don’t think so, he was never really interested in me. I had no power or authority once Max died. I was essentially a figurehead. He never knew the true extent of my powers either. So, no, he did know I was from Earth, he has been here though and finds us lacking to put it kindly.”
“Jack, are the NID going to be a problem?”
Jack shook his head, “I don’t know, we’ll talk more in the morning. I need to think about all this some more, brief the President and figure out what the hell to do with you.” Jack gestured toward Liz as he stood then looked at Daniel “Come on she needs some rest.” Then headed out.
“Jack’s right you look tired, I’ll look in on you in the morning.” Daniel glanced toward the door, “He isn’t as bad as he seems, and he gets abrupt when it comes to us dying, or almost dying.” Liz looked confused, “I’ll explain it tomorrow I promise.”
Liz smiled she couldn’t help it. He was nice, and there was something about him. He was so serene, so calm. “Good night then,”
“Rest well” Daniel replied as he walked out the door.
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
I want to Thank Liz Parker Evans and Andi04 for being my Beta’s, you are both wonderful. Any flaws left are my own.
Chapter 4
Sam drove home in silence; she fought the trembling that almost caused her to pull over several times. She had almost died; she had hovered on the brink of it alone till Liz had entered her mind. It had been eerily different then when she was joined with Jolinar, yet at the same time so many similarities. Jolinar had a strong mental image of herself, but this was different from that, Liz wasn’t in her, Sam shook off her train of thought she wasn’t ready to try to figure it out. It was still to jumbled and there were things in her mind that she was sure didn’t belong there. A residue, lingering images. She couldn’t even remember if she had told anyone the girl’s name. Pulling into her driveway she turned off the ignition and laid her head on the steering wheel. She felt the cold darkness of the night pressing down on her. It chilled her and made her think of the heavy ache that had surrounded her as she danced on the edge of death. She was alone, so very alone. She slowly climbed out of her car and walked the small distance to her house.
She hadn’t left a light on, again. Flipping the switch she knew, she just knew that tonight was going to be bad. She had close calls before but this was different some how. Was it the fact that she was walking around with no visible wounds, not even a scar? Sam thought that might have a lot to do with it. It didn’t matter how much she had seen, her rational scientific mind kept telling her it was impossible.
Opening a cupboard she pulled out a glass and the bottle of vodka she had got from her brother two Christmases ago. She carried both with her as she went to her bathroom and began to draw a bath. She was healed, yet she ached, it was a bone numbing cold and it consumed her. Sam knew it was stress that it was just the after effects and she knew that crying was good for the soul. She hadn’t had much to be happy with recently, and right now she would have given anything to be able to talk to her dad and Selmac. Her grief for them was still raw. She had lost them, she had let Pete go and she didn’t have Jack. God she thought as she took a sip of her drink grimacing at the bite, she sounded like a whinny thirteen year old. Sam set her drink down and gave over to the flood of tears threatened to drown her.
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Jack had a headache, it was the kind that throbbed and pulsed behind your eyes. The kind that made you think your head was going to explode and if it did, well then at least it wouldn’t hurt any longer. He pressed the ball of his hands to his eyes and tried to will it away. When that didn’t work he opened his bottom draw and took out the industrial size bottle of ibuprofen he had stole from the infirmary. He shook six out in to his hand and swallowed them with the last sip of coffee in his cup. No wonder he was well on his way to getting an ulcer.
His pile of paper work was still untouched; the same page he had been looking at an hour ago was in front of him. It was useless; he didn’t want to be here. He wanted to be in the car on his way to Sam’s, he wanted to be in her house holding her. Feeling her body against his, so he knew she was alive. He wanted to banish the image of her dying from his mind. He wanted the girl in the infirmary to wake up so he could talk to her and get the hell out of here. Shoving away from his desk he headed toward the infirmary, even if she wasn’t awake yet Daniel was there and they could keep each other company.
He had just reached the door when Teal’c appeared “Hey T what’s up?” Jack’s forced cheerfulness had Teal’c raising his eyebrow.
“O’Neill I have heard from Master Bra’tac, it seems I am needed for a Council session, although it seems an inopportune time. I had also thought to ask several of the other Jaffa about this girl’s abilities while there.”
“T’ don’t worry about it, they need you and as of right now SG1 has three days of down time, I have decided it is a new regulation for near death experiences.” Jack gave Teal’c a weary half smile as he patted him on the shoulders “Asking around is good, and it isn’t like we can call the Tok’ra with Jacob being gone now and all.” Jack wanted to wince but held it back, that was still a raw area better left alone. “So go one make nice with the other leaders, we can hold down the fort.” Teal’c gave Jack another odd look before nodding and heading off to prepare for his trip.
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Conscious tugged at Liz, the edges of her mind cleared and slowly began to wake. Her mouth was dry, it always was after healing and she had never really figured out why. Liz felt battered, her body sore, it was punishment for over doing. For healing when her energy was so low. She knew it would be this way for days, it always was. She opened her eyes and realized she wasn’t alone. A nurse was pushing a needle filled with something in to her I.V. Liz felt her heart speed up and panic seeped in. She was in a military facility, they would know. Moving to sit up she saw someone sitting in the chair next to her bed. Daniel. His name was Daniel. She could see images of him acquired from Sam’s mind. Sam loved him, thought of him as a brother, more so then her own. Liz looked around she wondered where Sam was. If she was all right. She still felt connected to her; deep down she knew that Sam could be trusted. After all she had seen Sam’s mind, her fascination with all things science, her love of new things. Sam’s thoughts had shown her she could trust the people here. It was hard though; she hadn’t trusted anyone, other then Melina, outside the 'club’ in so long. She missed Melina and wondered if the other girl would be all right.
“Daniel, “Liz spoke softly, she didn’t want to startle him. He didn’t even stir; his arm was close so Liz reached out to touch him. The second she did she knew it was a mistake, but it was already too late. Her barriers were low, and his memories too strong.
<I> It didn’t rain much on Abydos, so when it did Shar’e would run outside tilt her head back and try to catch the water droplets. She would laugh and dance. She would spin in circle’s, catching his hands as she did till they were soaking and shivering. She would then run with him back to the tent, gently pushing and pulling him toward the sleeping pallet as she pulled his shirt off. He would shudder as she licked his neck and kissed him tenderly. The slow build of passion, the yearning and sweetness, it was always like this when they made love. He had loved her from almost the minute he saw her, her gentleness, her sweet nature. She had filled a hole in his life that was so vast and deep that he wasn’t sure how he had ever functioned without her.</I>
Liz yanked her hand away quickly, she felt as though she had violated him in some way, seeing that private moment and his love for Shar’e. Daniel had been pulled from his sleep her touch; he had opened his eyes only to see hers glaze over, looking at something he couldn’t see. She jerked away almost as if his arm had burned her, her eyes turned to his and she quickly glanced down blushing. He couldn’t help but wonder why.
Liz looked up again “Is Sam alright?” Daniel was startled by her low husky tone and her obvious concern over someone she didn’t know.
“Yes, she is fine. What’s your name?” Daniel leaned forward as he spoke. The brunette looked startled by his question.
“Oh, my name is Liz, Liz Parker. I thought you would know that by now.”
“Yes well normally we would but for some reason you have a file and we can’t access it.” Jack said as he strode into the room. “Danny I thought you were going to call me when she woke up.” Daniel looked toward Jack as he spoke.
“Well I would have but she has only just woke up.” He frowned as he spoke, Jack was not in a good mood.
“Hey I am awake over here, you can talk to me.” Liz gave the General her best you are messing with the wrong Queen look.
Jake gave her an apprising look, she was dangerous he knew that, but she had also healed Sam. NID had a file on her; damn he hated this kind of thing. “Alright then Liz, why does the NID have a file on you? Where were you before P3X-6482 and how did you get there? And those are just to start with.”
Liz leaned back against her pillows; this was going to be a long, long night. “You might want to sit down. And Please don’t interrupt I’ll answer all your questions after I explain everything all right?” She looked Jack in the eye as she spoke.
Jack looked at he through narrowed eyes, leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine I can do that.”
An hour later Jack was stunned, thrown and generally confused. He held up his hand as Liz’s voice trailed off, “So you are saying you fell in love with an alien king, he healed you, changed you, left for his planet with him to escape ‘the special unit’, who by the way is NID. Helped over throw the government that was there, because the leader was evil and had killed you husband in his first life, then that leader wanted back in power and killed your husband, again. Then the guy killed all your friend's but let you leave. Have I got it all?” Jack had seen a lot, and he had done a lot but this was right out of a science fiction novel, a bad one at that. Daniel was all glassy eyed again, but his expression went sharp at Jack’s tone and comments. “You can’t possibly expect me to believe that?”
“Look I told you the truth; I can’t do anything about you not believing me. That is your choice, not mine.” Liz was tired, and Jack was pissing her off.
“I believe you,” It was so calmly and with such nonchalance that Liz couldn’t help but smile. “What I want to know though is does this Khivar know where you are and is he likely to follow you?”
“No I don’t think so, he was never really interested in me. I had no power or authority once Max died. I was essentially a figurehead. He never knew the true extent of my powers either. So, no, he did know I was from Earth, he has been here though and finds us lacking to put it kindly.”
“Jack, are the NID going to be a problem?”
Jack shook his head, “I don’t know, we’ll talk more in the morning. I need to think about all this some more, brief the President and figure out what the hell to do with you.” Jack gestured toward Liz as he stood then looked at Daniel “Come on she needs some rest.” Then headed out.
“Jack’s right you look tired, I’ll look in on you in the morning.” Daniel glanced toward the door, “He isn’t as bad as he seems, and he gets abrupt when it comes to us dying, or almost dying.” Liz looked confused, “I’ll explain it tomorrow I promise.”
Liz smiled she couldn’t help it. He was nice, and there was something about him. He was so serene, so calm. “Good night then,”
“Rest well” Daniel replied as he walked out the door.
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Chapter 5
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell, also Atlantis has not been left for yet.
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
Chapter 5
Liz slept; it was a restless sleep that was frequently interrupted by nurses checking her vitals; dream fragments and images from the day. It was nearing dawn, as she lie awake wishing she could see the sun. If it hadn’t been for the clock and the changing of the guards she would have never even known what time it was. She heard an odd little whistle; it was slightly off key and out of place. Liz frowned, her memories, the ones from Sam, told her who it was, and Liz wasn’t up for a round of sparring with the good General. Yet she knew as he entered the room she had no choice.
“So I see you are all ready awake. I talked to Brightman and he has given you the all clear.” Jack had a weird expression on his face, one that Liz couldn’t seem to read. He tossed some BUDs on her bed as he continued, “ So what do you say you get cleaned up and we chat over some breakfast?”
Liz searched his face for clues; he was in a completely different mood then last night. She wondered briefly if his moods were always so mercurial. “Sure that sounds fine to me, I can shower first though right?” Liz grimaced as she fingered her hair. It wasn’t really dirty but she felt grimy after the fighting and gate travel.
“Huh, um yeah sure. Just have the guards bring you to my office when you’re done.” Jack turned to leave, paused and seemed to decided against whatever he was going to say because he put his hands in his pockets and walked out whistling tunelessly once again. He left Liz baffled, but she quickly got up and headed to the shower just off the infirmary bathroom. She had a General to figure out.
Jack sat in his office and stared at the print out in front of him. It was nice to have people like Walter around; the man could hack into any computer he wanted. Sure he looked mild mannered but Walter was a rebel. So back to the print out, he looked it over and sighed, this was the part of the job he hated. This was the part where he had to tell some one bad news and he really, really hated that. Too bad it was breakfast time he could really use cake.
Liz cleared her throat as she looked into the office, Jack looked distantly uncomfortable. He glanced up at the sound and gave her a forced smile. “Sweet my stomach was getting ready to claw it’s way down to the commissary on it’s own.” He stood up and dismissed the guards. Liz fell into step beside him as they walked down a bright hall that looked like all the others she had seen so far. She felt uncomfortable with the silence that lay between her and the general. It was thick and heavy; she mentally paused as she thought how much she missed Melina and Michael right now. She had an image of Jack and Michael butting heads, oh and Melina would be jumping right in. Her heart ached with the loss of her two dear friends. She should have never left Melina behind.
Entering the commissary the noise level dropped, people turned to look toward her as she entered. Liz ignored them, as she smelled coffee, Oh gods she had missed coffee. That year on the run had caused a massive coffee addiction and when they reached Antar she soon came to realize that the planet didn’t have coffee. She wandered over to the coffee machine without a second glance toward Jack; she snagged a cup and filled it, wrapped both her hands around the cup and took in the scent. Liz remembered who she was with, then threw Jack a half smile and sat down at an empty table.
Jack inwardly shook his head she was so much like Daniel, he would never bow to that various Goa’uld scum that purported themselves as Gods but he was well on his way to starting a new religion involving coffee. Jack grabbed some waffles and a bagel, he didn’t know what Liz liked but she hadn’t eaten and if she was like Danny as she seemed then he knew she wouldn’t eat unless pushed. Which was his job, pushing. He was more then good at it too, he pushed his team, he pushed Sam away. Hell he even pushed himself. He had pushed and pushed till he drove to Sam’s house then sat outside for four hours. He just hadn’t been able to push himself through her door. Jack walked over to Liz after he grabbed a carafe of coffee and sat down.
He silently refilled her cup and set the bagel in front of her. “I didn’t know what you liked but I am pretty sure you can’t live on coffee. No matter what Daniel says.”
Liz smiled, the General really cared about Daniel, and they seemed more like brothers then best friends. Sam loved this man, and he loved her. So maybe, just maybe she could find a way to get along with him.
“Thanks, a bagel is just fine,” she tore of a piece and popped in her mouth. Yep there were a lot of things she had missed about earth.
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Sam groaned sunlight streamed across her room causing just enough discomfort to force her to get up. She swung her legs over her bed, wiped her grit filled eyes and forced herself to face the day. She truthfully wanted nothing more then to lie down and throw the covers back over her head. To do anything but think, which in all reality she never could stop doing. If only she had closed her blinds before bed, she thought bitterly as she reached for clothes. It didn’t matter what she wore, after all she was just going to change the minute she got to work.
As she got into her car Sam wondered briefly if this is what depression felt like. The utter lack of joy, the endless monotony that seemed to be suffocating her. She used to love every moment of her job, the discovery, meeting new people. When had it all changed? When had it become a chore? It was bad enough she was going to have to see McKensie for the near death experience, but now with all this boiling inside her. It was getting harder and harder to hide everything. Part of the trouble was Jack and her feelings for him. She loved him; she had for almost six years now. As Jack’s second in command it was against the regulations for them to date. There were times though, moments it seemed… Liz had said he loved her. She didn’t feel it though, his lack of action, his avoiding her. It was one thing to be crappy at expressing yourself it was another to be an emotional Neanderthal. She wondered again if breaking off things with Pete had been the right thing to do. Maybe she didn’t love him enough, but at least she knew he cared.
Pulling on to the base, her was heart heavy, maybe it was time to leave SG1. Sam knew that she would be welcomed at Area 51. Hell there were teams of scientist flying in and out of McMurdo to the Ancients outpost every day, she could even go there. So she would have to deal with McKay, it would still be better then hanging around here day after day waiting for Jack to make up his mind. Getting out of her car and heading to sign in Sam thought that soon, really soon she was going to have to make that choice.
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Daniel hadn’t gone home that night; he had slept in the room kept for him on base. Truthfully there were times he wondered why he even bothered to keep a place in town. For reasons other then storage that is. As his morning urge for coffee set him to moving it struck him he had forgot to call Sam last night. Guilt washed over him as he raced to the shower. He wanted to see Liz, but first and for most he needed to check on his quasi-sister. He had planned on it. It was what they did. Sam checked on him, he checked on her, they shared those duties when it came to Jack and Teal’c. Although more and more often he was the one checking up on Jack. The man was frustratingly blind, but then Daniel knew that could also be said of himself when it came to relationships. He did have good reasons to be frightened, after all hadn’t the majority of the women who had liked him since joining the program been evil. Sha’re hadn’t been, at first.
It was strange to think about Liz so much this quickly; it seemed she had invaded his mind. He had lay on his bed for hours wondering about her, thinking about what she had gone through. What she was. Daniel couldn’t stop himself, everything about her screamed for his attention and interest. He paused on that train of thought as he dressed, he hadn’t felt like this since he was first introduced to Sha’re. He couldn’t help but wonder if the fact that he and Liz had both lived on other planets and married aliens was fostering this connection, this pull toward her. It seemed a plausible theory. Daniel gave himself a wry grin as he set of to see if Sam was in, keep telling yourself that Danny he could hear almost hear Jack say. Daniel knew that he was going to have a very hard time being objective when it came to the issue of Liz Parker.
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell, also Atlantis has not been left for yet.
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
Chapter 5
Liz slept; it was a restless sleep that was frequently interrupted by nurses checking her vitals; dream fragments and images from the day. It was nearing dawn, as she lie awake wishing she could see the sun. If it hadn’t been for the clock and the changing of the guards she would have never even known what time it was. She heard an odd little whistle; it was slightly off key and out of place. Liz frowned, her memories, the ones from Sam, told her who it was, and Liz wasn’t up for a round of sparring with the good General. Yet she knew as he entered the room she had no choice.
“So I see you are all ready awake. I talked to Brightman and he has given you the all clear.” Jack had a weird expression on his face, one that Liz couldn’t seem to read. He tossed some BUDs on her bed as he continued, “ So what do you say you get cleaned up and we chat over some breakfast?”
Liz searched his face for clues; he was in a completely different mood then last night. She wondered briefly if his moods were always so mercurial. “Sure that sounds fine to me, I can shower first though right?” Liz grimaced as she fingered her hair. It wasn’t really dirty but she felt grimy after the fighting and gate travel.
“Huh, um yeah sure. Just have the guards bring you to my office when you’re done.” Jack turned to leave, paused and seemed to decided against whatever he was going to say because he put his hands in his pockets and walked out whistling tunelessly once again. He left Liz baffled, but she quickly got up and headed to the shower just off the infirmary bathroom. She had a General to figure out.
Jack sat in his office and stared at the print out in front of him. It was nice to have people like Walter around; the man could hack into any computer he wanted. Sure he looked mild mannered but Walter was a rebel. So back to the print out, he looked it over and sighed, this was the part of the job he hated. This was the part where he had to tell some one bad news and he really, really hated that. Too bad it was breakfast time he could really use cake.
Liz cleared her throat as she looked into the office, Jack looked distantly uncomfortable. He glanced up at the sound and gave her a forced smile. “Sweet my stomach was getting ready to claw it’s way down to the commissary on it’s own.” He stood up and dismissed the guards. Liz fell into step beside him as they walked down a bright hall that looked like all the others she had seen so far. She felt uncomfortable with the silence that lay between her and the general. It was thick and heavy; she mentally paused as she thought how much she missed Melina and Michael right now. She had an image of Jack and Michael butting heads, oh and Melina would be jumping right in. Her heart ached with the loss of her two dear friends. She should have never left Melina behind.
Entering the commissary the noise level dropped, people turned to look toward her as she entered. Liz ignored them, as she smelled coffee, Oh gods she had missed coffee. That year on the run had caused a massive coffee addiction and when they reached Antar she soon came to realize that the planet didn’t have coffee. She wandered over to the coffee machine without a second glance toward Jack; she snagged a cup and filled it, wrapped both her hands around the cup and took in the scent. Liz remembered who she was with, then threw Jack a half smile and sat down at an empty table.
Jack inwardly shook his head she was so much like Daniel, he would never bow to that various Goa’uld scum that purported themselves as Gods but he was well on his way to starting a new religion involving coffee. Jack grabbed some waffles and a bagel, he didn’t know what Liz liked but she hadn’t eaten and if she was like Danny as she seemed then he knew she wouldn’t eat unless pushed. Which was his job, pushing. He was more then good at it too, he pushed his team, he pushed Sam away. Hell he even pushed himself. He had pushed and pushed till he drove to Sam’s house then sat outside for four hours. He just hadn’t been able to push himself through her door. Jack walked over to Liz after he grabbed a carafe of coffee and sat down.
He silently refilled her cup and set the bagel in front of her. “I didn’t know what you liked but I am pretty sure you can’t live on coffee. No matter what Daniel says.”
Liz smiled, the General really cared about Daniel, and they seemed more like brothers then best friends. Sam loved this man, and he loved her. So maybe, just maybe she could find a way to get along with him.
“Thanks, a bagel is just fine,” she tore of a piece and popped in her mouth. Yep there were a lot of things she had missed about earth.
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Sam groaned sunlight streamed across her room causing just enough discomfort to force her to get up. She swung her legs over her bed, wiped her grit filled eyes and forced herself to face the day. She truthfully wanted nothing more then to lie down and throw the covers back over her head. To do anything but think, which in all reality she never could stop doing. If only she had closed her blinds before bed, she thought bitterly as she reached for clothes. It didn’t matter what she wore, after all she was just going to change the minute she got to work.
As she got into her car Sam wondered briefly if this is what depression felt like. The utter lack of joy, the endless monotony that seemed to be suffocating her. She used to love every moment of her job, the discovery, meeting new people. When had it all changed? When had it become a chore? It was bad enough she was going to have to see McKensie for the near death experience, but now with all this boiling inside her. It was getting harder and harder to hide everything. Part of the trouble was Jack and her feelings for him. She loved him; she had for almost six years now. As Jack’s second in command it was against the regulations for them to date. There were times though, moments it seemed… Liz had said he loved her. She didn’t feel it though, his lack of action, his avoiding her. It was one thing to be crappy at expressing yourself it was another to be an emotional Neanderthal. She wondered again if breaking off things with Pete had been the right thing to do. Maybe she didn’t love him enough, but at least she knew he cared.
Pulling on to the base, her was heart heavy, maybe it was time to leave SG1. Sam knew that she would be welcomed at Area 51. Hell there were teams of scientist flying in and out of McMurdo to the Ancients outpost every day, she could even go there. So she would have to deal with McKay, it would still be better then hanging around here day after day waiting for Jack to make up his mind. Getting out of her car and heading to sign in Sam thought that soon, really soon she was going to have to make that choice.
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Daniel hadn’t gone home that night; he had slept in the room kept for him on base. Truthfully there were times he wondered why he even bothered to keep a place in town. For reasons other then storage that is. As his morning urge for coffee set him to moving it struck him he had forgot to call Sam last night. Guilt washed over him as he raced to the shower. He wanted to see Liz, but first and for most he needed to check on his quasi-sister. He had planned on it. It was what they did. Sam checked on him, he checked on her, they shared those duties when it came to Jack and Teal’c. Although more and more often he was the one checking up on Jack. The man was frustratingly blind, but then Daniel knew that could also be said of himself when it came to relationships. He did have good reasons to be frightened, after all hadn’t the majority of the women who had liked him since joining the program been evil. Sha’re hadn’t been, at first.
It was strange to think about Liz so much this quickly; it seemed she had invaded his mind. He had lay on his bed for hours wondering about her, thinking about what she had gone through. What she was. Daniel couldn’t stop himself, everything about her screamed for his attention and interest. He paused on that train of thought as he dressed, he hadn’t felt like this since he was first introduced to Sha’re. He couldn’t help but wonder if the fact that he and Liz had both lived on other planets and married aliens was fostering this connection, this pull toward her. It seemed a plausible theory. Daniel gave himself a wry grin as he set of to see if Sam was in, keep telling yourself that Danny he could hear almost hear Jack say. Daniel knew that he was going to have a very hard time being objective when it came to the issue of Liz Parker.
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Chapter 6
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What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell, also Atlantis has not been left for yet.
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
Chapter 6
Khivar’s scream of frustration reverberated off the walls of the granolith room. “That fucking whore took it with her,” the men in the room all flinched as he continued to rant. Khivar whirled toward his second “Nicholas I want her found. I want her brought back here in one piece so I can kill her myself. I want to see her blood pour over my hands and hear her scream.” The King’s face was contorted with rage. “Do not fail me in this; I will not hesitate to kill you if you do.”
Nicholas hid his fear, to show weakness in front of his King was to show him you were unworthy. Khivar brooked no weaklings, and failure meant death, no matter who you were. Snapping to attention “I will my Lord, and the key?”
Khivar’s smile was feral and his eyes narrowed, “I want that found too, but some how I believe if you find the Parker bitch you will find the key.”
“My Lord I will not fail you,” Nicholas saluted and left to prepare his soldier’s. He had a displaced Queen to find.
Khivar watched the only man he trusted leave the room then turned to look at the Granolith, he was one of the few to know it’s true purpose and it’s origins. The gate builder’s had left it behind, the reasons were lost but no longer essential. It was a weapon that could and would help him become more powerful than any of the Asguard, the former System Lords, and more powerful then the now dead Anubis. He needed the key though, without it the granolith was just a useless pile of metal. How Parker had figured it out was a mystery, it had taken him the better part of 40 years to find the truth and to learn why it was so heavily guarded by Zan’s family. He had paid then killed countless men of science to learn the Granolith’s secret and be given the treatment to use it. Now when he had thought the ultimate victory was so close and to have it ripped away. His rage and desire for revenge were unfathomable.
Daniel frowned at Sam; she was really not as okay as she claimed. He knew it; he also knew that pushing her would make it worse. She had suffered so many loses in the past few weeks, and though Sam would never admit to it, when she chose to she was just as good at hiding her emotions as Jack. Right now she was choosing too and there was nothing he could do about it. “So, Sam, you had breakfast yet?”
Sam gave Daniel a wary grin; she knew he wouldn’t let this go for long he was like a dog with a bone. Right now though the fact the he was letting it rest meant more to Sam then she could say, he was without a doubt her best friend. She knew if there was anyone she could talk to it was him, but right now she couldn’t. Her emotions were just too raw. “No, I haven’t eaten yet, but you have to promise me you will not just sit there and drink coffee,” Sam gave him a real smile this time as she spoke.
“I promise Sam,” Daniel laughed as they turned and walked toward the commissary. As they turned the corner they heard it, and looked at one another in surprise. Jack was laughing, a full out booming laugh that was rarely heard anymore. Speeding up they turned and saw Liz sitting with Jack. All the personal in the room wore similar expressions of shock. Jack was smiling, a real smile too not that I am just amusing you one he usually gave out.
Stunned Daniel watched Liz’s face light up as she laughed; she was radiant with her hair spilling down her back and a smile on her lips. She looked so young like that and for a second Daniel felt very, very old, he was after all in his late thirties. He was easily fourteen years older then her. Yet he also knew he would never be able to deny his attraction to her. It was like a fist to the gut leaving slightly breathless and aching. Daniel turned to go get some breakfast and coffee. His thoughts once again chaotic and he knew that he and Jack would soon be talking about this confusion he felt.
Guiding Sam over toward the line they quickly got their food and headed toward the table. “Hey Liz,” Daniel smiled at her brightly “How are you feeling this morning?” Liz looked up her smile seemed to grow when she saw him, all though Daniel thought he could be imagining it.
“I am doing fine, my powers will be off for a few days so other then that I am good.” Jack frowned as she said that, Liz caught that almost instantly. “I am not supposed to mention that here am I?”
“Nope that would be classified now, in fact you’re being alive is classified.” Jack’s tone was dry as he spoke, “Danny, Sam take a load off.” Jack waved toward the empty chairs; Daniel glanced at Sam and sat next to Jack, earning a smile from her as he did.
Liz looked at Sam, she had recognized her immediately, and couldn’t wait to talk to her. As Sam sat Liz studied her and saw how close she was to breaking. Liz smiled at her “Hi, how are you feeling this morning? You alright aren’t you?” Liz’s voice was tender and concerned.
“I am surprisingly good, not even a scar. It is kind of overwhelming though, there are so many things I need to ask you,” Sam looked at the slight young woman and was amazed, she had seen her but now she was really looking at her. This was a girl who was wound tight, even as she was smiling and laughing it was there. In a way it reminded her of Teal’c oddly enough. Sam looked around for a moment.
“Sir where is Teal’c?”
Jack winced, “Um T had some council business, Bra’tac had radioed for him while you were off world. He should be back in a week or two.”
“Oh, so are we on stand down till he gets back then?”
“Pretty much. Unless you have to run off and save the world,” Jack’s voice was dry and full of his brand of humor. “ So you know rest up, get some air, but knowing you it is just an excuse to clear off the counter in your office, Danny too for that matter.”
“Actually Jack since we have some time I was hoping I could take Liz shopping, I am sure she needs some clothing. One back pack of stuff isn’t going to last her long.”
Jack shook his head; shock covered his features as he stared at Daniel. “Wait you are volunteering to go shopping…is that what I am hearing?”
“Sir, it is a really good idea,” Sam nodded wishing she had thought of it. “In fact, if Liz wants, when she is cleared to leave base she is more then welcome to stay with me.”
Surprise flitted across Liz’s face; she hadn’t expected the kindness she was receiving from these people. It had been so long since she had a conversation with someone who didn’t have an agenda. “I would really like that, Thank you.”
“All right then, that’s settled we need to all have a chat. There are some things I need to discuss with Liz and since I hate to repeat myself the two of you are going to join us.” Jack stood and headed toward his office.
Daniel frowned, “Shall we?” Sam nodded, as did Liz. “Did you sleep well last night?” Daniel wanted to slap himself that was so inane, what was it about him and an attractive woman? He was a linguist, a communicator yet inevitable every time he was attracted to a woman he was reduced to the conversational skills of a fifteen year old.
Liz smiled, Daniel was really quite sweet, not to mention extremely attractive. It had been so long since she had truly been attracted to someone that she found the feeling refreshing and welcome even though her life was in a state of upheaval. “About as well as you can in an infirmary I suppose? I have a question, if you don’t mind?” Liz thought about the tablet resting in her bag.
“Sure, go ahead,” Daniel felt better already, questions he could handle.
“I have this tablet, I figured out some of it, but most of it I just can’t…” Liz shrugged “Jack said you did all the translations, so I thought if you had the time?” She trailed off
Daniel quickly became excited here was something he could defiantly do, “Sure I would be happy to help. Is it from…Antar, that was what you called the planet right?” Liz nodded.
“Yes but it isn’t any known written or spoken language there. I found it about a month after we arrived, and even after going through all the oldest know records I couldn’t translate it.”
Daniel watched Liz as they walked, she was graceful and although she was petite her prescience was that of someone much taller. It was the way she watched everyone as the walked she was alert, prepared. It made him think of Teal’c when he first arrived. “I can’t wait,” Daniel said earnestly as he followed Liz and Sam, who had been silent through their entire exchange, into Jack’s office. Jack was frowning now, that was all Daniel could think of. The bad kinda frown that always made him nervous. Jack motioned for all of them to sit before he began.
“Alright, Liz I’ll get right to the point. First off two years ago you and all the others were declared dead. Which in it’s self isn’t all that bad. Since you left though your parents have divorced and your mother has remarried.” Jack watched Liz go pale and truthfully he hated this, cause it was going to get worse. Much worse.
Liz sagged in her chair, “My father?” Liz saw Jack hesitate and she knew, she just knew, “He is dead isn’t he?”
Jack’s eyes went soft, “Yeah he is, I’m sorry Liz. It was a car accident, supposedly he fell asleep returning to Roswell after a convention of some sort.”
“Sir why did we have to be here for this?” Sam was puzzled she couldn’t understand what this had to do with them.
“Because Coronal, I believe that the NID had something to do with his death. Which makes it our concern.”
“Why do you think that?” Daniel’s voice was puzzled he knew Jack would never mention it if he wasn’t sure, but still…
Jack frowned again as he spoke, “There was wounds and bruising that occurred before death that weren’t made during the accident.”
Liz was thrown, “They killed him to get to me didn’t they, they thought I was still here and they killed him to make him talk or draw me out.” Liz stilled, “Truthfully it isn’t anything we hadn’t done on Antar, not that that makes it right.”
Jack, Sam and Daniel all froze as she spoke, “What exactly did you do on Antar?” Jack’s voice was stern and a little cold now.
Liz looked up at him her dark eyes haunted, “It was a civil war, I did what was necessary to survive. Just as you would have.” Her voice was thick as she said this. She refused to look at Sam or Daniel; she didn’t want to know what they thought. She knew that Jack understood she could see it as he continued to stare at her.
“Ok now we need to talk about this,” Jack pulled out the tablet that she had spoke to Daniel about along with the bag that contained a crystal and the small device she was convinced was the granolith key.
Liz jumped forward “Please be careful with those, wait…” Jack had took the device out to look at it more closely. Suddenly it turned a soothing shade of blue. Daniel and Sam both gasped. Liz was reeling “You can turn it on too… but how?”
Jack looked up at her, “What da ya mean too?”
Liz reached out and took it from him; the soothing blue light grew brighter, so bright that they almost had to shield their eyes. “This is what I mean, till now I was the only one to ever be able to turn it on. All the others with us tried. Max, Michael, Isabel everyone but no one could make it work. We thought it was because I was changed when Max healed me, but now…now it seems I was incorrect.”
“Jack do you know what that is?” Daniel reached for the device and Liz silently handed it to him. As he took it the light faded. “Jack,” not waiting for an answer rushed on excitedly, “Look at the writing The Ancients made this Jack, which means they were on Antar at one time.” Jack and Sam looked at Daniel as he spoke, if The Ancients had been there they had left more then this behind. They always did.
Liz was puzzled, “Who are the Ancients?”
Jack snorted, “Sit back down this will take an hour or two,” and he, Sam and Daniel began to who they were.
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell, also Atlantis has not been left for yet.
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected.
Chapter 6
Khivar’s scream of frustration reverberated off the walls of the granolith room. “That fucking whore took it with her,” the men in the room all flinched as he continued to rant. Khivar whirled toward his second “Nicholas I want her found. I want her brought back here in one piece so I can kill her myself. I want to see her blood pour over my hands and hear her scream.” The King’s face was contorted with rage. “Do not fail me in this; I will not hesitate to kill you if you do.”
Nicholas hid his fear, to show weakness in front of his King was to show him you were unworthy. Khivar brooked no weaklings, and failure meant death, no matter who you were. Snapping to attention “I will my Lord, and the key?”
Khivar’s smile was feral and his eyes narrowed, “I want that found too, but some how I believe if you find the Parker bitch you will find the key.”
“My Lord I will not fail you,” Nicholas saluted and left to prepare his soldier’s. He had a displaced Queen to find.
Khivar watched the only man he trusted leave the room then turned to look at the Granolith, he was one of the few to know it’s true purpose and it’s origins. The gate builder’s had left it behind, the reasons were lost but no longer essential. It was a weapon that could and would help him become more powerful than any of the Asguard, the former System Lords, and more powerful then the now dead Anubis. He needed the key though, without it the granolith was just a useless pile of metal. How Parker had figured it out was a mystery, it had taken him the better part of 40 years to find the truth and to learn why it was so heavily guarded by Zan’s family. He had paid then killed countless men of science to learn the Granolith’s secret and be given the treatment to use it. Now when he had thought the ultimate victory was so close and to have it ripped away. His rage and desire for revenge were unfathomable.
Daniel frowned at Sam; she was really not as okay as she claimed. He knew it; he also knew that pushing her would make it worse. She had suffered so many loses in the past few weeks, and though Sam would never admit to it, when she chose to she was just as good at hiding her emotions as Jack. Right now she was choosing too and there was nothing he could do about it. “So, Sam, you had breakfast yet?”
Sam gave Daniel a wary grin; she knew he wouldn’t let this go for long he was like a dog with a bone. Right now though the fact the he was letting it rest meant more to Sam then she could say, he was without a doubt her best friend. She knew if there was anyone she could talk to it was him, but right now she couldn’t. Her emotions were just too raw. “No, I haven’t eaten yet, but you have to promise me you will not just sit there and drink coffee,” Sam gave him a real smile this time as she spoke.
“I promise Sam,” Daniel laughed as they turned and walked toward the commissary. As they turned the corner they heard it, and looked at one another in surprise. Jack was laughing, a full out booming laugh that was rarely heard anymore. Speeding up they turned and saw Liz sitting with Jack. All the personal in the room wore similar expressions of shock. Jack was smiling, a real smile too not that I am just amusing you one he usually gave out.
Stunned Daniel watched Liz’s face light up as she laughed; she was radiant with her hair spilling down her back and a smile on her lips. She looked so young like that and for a second Daniel felt very, very old, he was after all in his late thirties. He was easily fourteen years older then her. Yet he also knew he would never be able to deny his attraction to her. It was like a fist to the gut leaving slightly breathless and aching. Daniel turned to go get some breakfast and coffee. His thoughts once again chaotic and he knew that he and Jack would soon be talking about this confusion he felt.
Guiding Sam over toward the line they quickly got their food and headed toward the table. “Hey Liz,” Daniel smiled at her brightly “How are you feeling this morning?” Liz looked up her smile seemed to grow when she saw him, all though Daniel thought he could be imagining it.
“I am doing fine, my powers will be off for a few days so other then that I am good.” Jack frowned as she said that, Liz caught that almost instantly. “I am not supposed to mention that here am I?”
“Nope that would be classified now, in fact you’re being alive is classified.” Jack’s tone was dry as he spoke, “Danny, Sam take a load off.” Jack waved toward the empty chairs; Daniel glanced at Sam and sat next to Jack, earning a smile from her as he did.
Liz looked at Sam, she had recognized her immediately, and couldn’t wait to talk to her. As Sam sat Liz studied her and saw how close she was to breaking. Liz smiled at her “Hi, how are you feeling this morning? You alright aren’t you?” Liz’s voice was tender and concerned.
“I am surprisingly good, not even a scar. It is kind of overwhelming though, there are so many things I need to ask you,” Sam looked at the slight young woman and was amazed, she had seen her but now she was really looking at her. This was a girl who was wound tight, even as she was smiling and laughing it was there. In a way it reminded her of Teal’c oddly enough. Sam looked around for a moment.
“Sir where is Teal’c?”
Jack winced, “Um T had some council business, Bra’tac had radioed for him while you were off world. He should be back in a week or two.”
“Oh, so are we on stand down till he gets back then?”
“Pretty much. Unless you have to run off and save the world,” Jack’s voice was dry and full of his brand of humor. “ So you know rest up, get some air, but knowing you it is just an excuse to clear off the counter in your office, Danny too for that matter.”
“Actually Jack since we have some time I was hoping I could take Liz shopping, I am sure she needs some clothing. One back pack of stuff isn’t going to last her long.”
Jack shook his head; shock covered his features as he stared at Daniel. “Wait you are volunteering to go shopping…is that what I am hearing?”
“Sir, it is a really good idea,” Sam nodded wishing she had thought of it. “In fact, if Liz wants, when she is cleared to leave base she is more then welcome to stay with me.”
Surprise flitted across Liz’s face; she hadn’t expected the kindness she was receiving from these people. It had been so long since she had a conversation with someone who didn’t have an agenda. “I would really like that, Thank you.”
“All right then, that’s settled we need to all have a chat. There are some things I need to discuss with Liz and since I hate to repeat myself the two of you are going to join us.” Jack stood and headed toward his office.
Daniel frowned, “Shall we?” Sam nodded, as did Liz. “Did you sleep well last night?” Daniel wanted to slap himself that was so inane, what was it about him and an attractive woman? He was a linguist, a communicator yet inevitable every time he was attracted to a woman he was reduced to the conversational skills of a fifteen year old.
Liz smiled, Daniel was really quite sweet, not to mention extremely attractive. It had been so long since she had truly been attracted to someone that she found the feeling refreshing and welcome even though her life was in a state of upheaval. “About as well as you can in an infirmary I suppose? I have a question, if you don’t mind?” Liz thought about the tablet resting in her bag.
“Sure, go ahead,” Daniel felt better already, questions he could handle.
“I have this tablet, I figured out some of it, but most of it I just can’t…” Liz shrugged “Jack said you did all the translations, so I thought if you had the time?” She trailed off
Daniel quickly became excited here was something he could defiantly do, “Sure I would be happy to help. Is it from…Antar, that was what you called the planet right?” Liz nodded.
“Yes but it isn’t any known written or spoken language there. I found it about a month after we arrived, and even after going through all the oldest know records I couldn’t translate it.”
Daniel watched Liz as they walked, she was graceful and although she was petite her prescience was that of someone much taller. It was the way she watched everyone as the walked she was alert, prepared. It made him think of Teal’c when he first arrived. “I can’t wait,” Daniel said earnestly as he followed Liz and Sam, who had been silent through their entire exchange, into Jack’s office. Jack was frowning now, that was all Daniel could think of. The bad kinda frown that always made him nervous. Jack motioned for all of them to sit before he began.
“Alright, Liz I’ll get right to the point. First off two years ago you and all the others were declared dead. Which in it’s self isn’t all that bad. Since you left though your parents have divorced and your mother has remarried.” Jack watched Liz go pale and truthfully he hated this, cause it was going to get worse. Much worse.
Liz sagged in her chair, “My father?” Liz saw Jack hesitate and she knew, she just knew, “He is dead isn’t he?”
Jack’s eyes went soft, “Yeah he is, I’m sorry Liz. It was a car accident, supposedly he fell asleep returning to Roswell after a convention of some sort.”
“Sir why did we have to be here for this?” Sam was puzzled she couldn’t understand what this had to do with them.
“Because Coronal, I believe that the NID had something to do with his death. Which makes it our concern.”
“Why do you think that?” Daniel’s voice was puzzled he knew Jack would never mention it if he wasn’t sure, but still…
Jack frowned again as he spoke, “There was wounds and bruising that occurred before death that weren’t made during the accident.”
Liz was thrown, “They killed him to get to me didn’t they, they thought I was still here and they killed him to make him talk or draw me out.” Liz stilled, “Truthfully it isn’t anything we hadn’t done on Antar, not that that makes it right.”
Jack, Sam and Daniel all froze as she spoke, “What exactly did you do on Antar?” Jack’s voice was stern and a little cold now.
Liz looked up at him her dark eyes haunted, “It was a civil war, I did what was necessary to survive. Just as you would have.” Her voice was thick as she said this. She refused to look at Sam or Daniel; she didn’t want to know what they thought. She knew that Jack understood she could see it as he continued to stare at her.
“Ok now we need to talk about this,” Jack pulled out the tablet that she had spoke to Daniel about along with the bag that contained a crystal and the small device she was convinced was the granolith key.
Liz jumped forward “Please be careful with those, wait…” Jack had took the device out to look at it more closely. Suddenly it turned a soothing shade of blue. Daniel and Sam both gasped. Liz was reeling “You can turn it on too… but how?”
Jack looked up at her, “What da ya mean too?”
Liz reached out and took it from him; the soothing blue light grew brighter, so bright that they almost had to shield their eyes. “This is what I mean, till now I was the only one to ever be able to turn it on. All the others with us tried. Max, Michael, Isabel everyone but no one could make it work. We thought it was because I was changed when Max healed me, but now…now it seems I was incorrect.”
“Jack do you know what that is?” Daniel reached for the device and Liz silently handed it to him. As he took it the light faded. “Jack,” not waiting for an answer rushed on excitedly, “Look at the writing The Ancients made this Jack, which means they were on Antar at one time.” Jack and Sam looked at Daniel as he spoke, if The Ancients had been there they had left more then this behind. They always did.
Liz was puzzled, “Who are the Ancients?”
Jack snorted, “Sit back down this will take an hour or two,” and he, Sam and Daniel began to who they were.
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Chapter 7
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected. Also I should note I am altering the Stargate Atlantis timeline here to suit my wants and literary needs…
I need to Thank several people for helping me on this. Believer 2 has become my Grammar Goddess. I offer her many Thanks. Also I need to Thank Liz Parker Evans for all the cannon help. I adore Stargate but have never written it until now. It is wonderful to have someone who loves as much as I do to poke holes in my work. Finally, Andi04, my friend who knows my work better then I do and is always my best sounding board. On a side note my son is doing better and mum and dad have closed on their house and moved out. I should have loads of time to write now.
Chapter 7
Liz felt as if her head were going to explode. “So the Ancients were the Gate Builders, and they ascended. Which,” Liz looked at Daniel strangely, “Daniel became for a year. Also, the Ancients left an outpost here and you,” She looked at Jack, “used it to defeat Anubis.” Liz sat back she felt drained. There was so much information to absorb.
“There are a few others with the ATA genes,” Daniel began.
“Wait,” Liz stopped him, “What’s the ATA gene?”
“Ancient Technology Activation Gene,” Sam replied. “Basically, the gene is random and it also varies in strength, but it allows any who poses it to use any devices created by the Ancients.”
“Oh, my brain hurts.” Liz chuckled. “I thought my story was huge, but wow.”
Jack smiled, “Now you know how I felt the other day,” his dry amused tone was endearing. Liz could see herself liking him, if they didn’t butt heads all the time or if he took his head out of his ass and told Sam how he felt.
“There are a few people with a strong gene, General O’Neill being one of them. Another is Major John Sheppard. He and Doctor McKay, an expert in Ancient technology, are at the outpost with a group of others trying to discover where the lost city of Atlantis is.” Sam continued. “I would like to test the strength of your gene, then compare it to Major Sheppard’s and the General’s. That is, if you approve it, sir.” Sam looked at Jack, her eyes quickly sliding away.
Jack frowned, for the first time that morning he really <I>looked</I> at Sam. Her face was pale and there was tightness around her eyes he had never seen before. It worried him, and he knew without being told he was part of the reason. It wasn’t rocket science after all. It was all the dancing around the two of them did - the getting closer, and then stepping back. He went to check on her last night, but he had, as usual, talked himself out of it. He mentally smacked himself for cowardice Sighing, Jack turned his attention back to the conversation.
“Yes, I think it is a good idea. Plus, it will give Liz something to do while I get approval for her to leave the base, and while Daniel is holed up in that dusty office of his translating this.”
He picked up the tablet and handed it to his friend. Jack looked at Daniel, Sam, and Liz for a moment, “What are you waiting for? Get outta here! I have phone calls to make, one of which is to Doctor McKay who I know, will be irritating as hell.” Jack picked up his phone with a frown on his face and began to dial. Liz was glad she couldn’t understand the words he was muttering under his breath.
Daniel felt torn as they entered the hallway. He wanted to spend more time with Liz, but he wanted to run off to his office and begin the translation at the same time. He watched Sam give him a small grin as she turned toward the labs and quickly give him a thumbs up sign. He tried not to laugh.
Giving into the urge to be with Liz, Daniel smiled down at her as he spoke “I’ll walk you to the lab,” he gestured toward the hallway Sam had gone down. As Daniel heard Jack begin to yell into the phone, he quickly shut the door. “Jack and McKay always have such interesting conversations.” Liz nodded and began to follow him down the hall.
Liz looked at Daniel for a moment before asking, “If you don’t mind, I have a question?”
Daniel was slightly puzzled, but curiosity, as always, got the better of him. “No, it’s fine, ask away.”
Liz stopped walking for a few moments as she searched for the right words, “Why come back? You were Ascended. Higher planes of existence, more knowledge- weren’t you happy? Why come back here?” Liz waved her hand around to indicate the SGC. “Why leave all that?”
Startled, Daniel frowned as he tried to find the right words, “Um, I didn’t have a choice. There is a strict non-interference rule. I broke the rules when I attacked Anubis, so the other Ancients sent me home.” He pushed up his glasses and slid his hands into his pockets as he resumed walking, “I don’t really remember much about it, anyways.”
Liz was stunned, “You broke the rules? How…” Liz stopped again as someone brushed up against her, her eyes glazed over and she swayed. Shaking it off, she pushed her way back to the present, “Damn I hate this. I can’t wait till my shields are back up to par.” Liz let Daniel steady her and then carefully moved away. Touching him was as dangerous as it was with anyone else. Almost every time she did, she received a small flash, a too intimate window into his life.
“A vision?” Daniel asked attentively. He had figured out the look on her face earlier and the idea fascinated him. Then again, everything about Liz Parker Evans was fascinating. “It was a vision, right?”
Liz looked startled; she knew Daniel was intelligent, she had gleaned that knowledge from Sam’s mind but to be this perceptive...Liz hadn’t expected it. She also knew that she hadn’t been exactly discreet since arriving. During her years on Antar, she had learned there was no need to hide. Her abilities were welcomed and celebrated.
“Yes, it was. I over-extended myself healing Sam, and now, I am paying the price for it. My shields are minimal, and I won’t be able to do anything strenuous power-wise for several days. Without my shields, anyone I touch could trigger a vision.” She was already weary; it wasn’t a physical tiredness, it was mental. She was amazed at the strain involved in avoiding contact as much as possible.
Daniel watched her as they walked. He didn’t know how he had missed it before. There was an almost visible flinch as she walked passed people in the halls. He decided he didn’t want to know what she was seeing. “So back to your question, I tried to fight Anubis and the Ancients have a policy of non-interference. I was put back into corporeal form and sent down. I awoke with no memories. I didn’t even know my own name.” Daniel restrained a chuckle at the memory of calling Jack, Jim. It had really bothered his friend. “I have most of my memories back now. There’s still the occasional gap, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Liz was almost envious; she would have given anything to forget her life. The lie she had lived, the people she had killed. It was eating away at her, she knew it had been war, but it was still blood on her hands and no one else’s. It didn’t matter if she had killed them herself or ordered it, she was still guilty. “So that was what you meant with the dying comments last night.”
Daniel, embarrassed, ducked his head and blushed as they entered the lab “Yeah, its kinda become a joke around here. <I> What Daniel died? Again?</I> it happens too often. My New Year’s resolution was not to die this year.”
“And I hope that you stick to that, Daniel. I am getting sick of waiting for you to pop up alive somewhere.” Sam smiled as they walked in, “So Liz, which arm do you prefer?”
Jack wanted nothing more then to slam his phone against the wall. He had no idea how General Hammond had dealt with the stress. The man had handled bringing Daniel back from the dead with ease, where as Jack wanted to shoot something. Badly. He sighed he decided to call Major Davis he was good at the schmoozing and he owed Jack. Paul had a thing for Kerry and when Jack dumped her, she fell right into Paul’s arms, making him a very happy man. Oh yeah, he owed Jack. The phone rang again before he had a chance to dial out, “Yeah?”
“General, sir, Major Sheppard and Doctor McKay have arrived.”
“Thank you, airman,” Jack hung up and reached for his massive bottle of Tylenol. His day just got worse. Jack wondered if retirement was an option as he downed four Tylenol.
~*~
Nicholas had his scientists ripping apart the dialing device on the gate. Pacing restlessly, he worried. He knew that some how there had to be way to find out where Parker was. He wanted to get her and get home. His life hinged on his ability to find her, and he was very fond of living. He would stop at nothing to find her and bring her back.
“Sir, we have it!” A short pudgy man waved him over as he shouted, “We know where she went!”
Nicholas smiled, “Good! Prepare your equipment. As soon as you have the device ready for dialing, we leave.” Turning to go give Khivar the news, Nicholas couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be easier then he thought. Much, much easier.
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
No warnings as yet will be added as needed
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected. Also I should note I am altering the Stargate Atlantis timeline here to suit my wants and literary needs…
I need to Thank several people for helping me on this. Believer 2 has become my Grammar Goddess. I offer her many Thanks. Also I need to Thank Liz Parker Evans for all the cannon help. I adore Stargate but have never written it until now. It is wonderful to have someone who loves as much as I do to poke holes in my work. Finally, Andi04, my friend who knows my work better then I do and is always my best sounding board. On a side note my son is doing better and mum and dad have closed on their house and moved out. I should have loads of time to write now.
Chapter 7
Liz felt as if her head were going to explode. “So the Ancients were the Gate Builders, and they ascended. Which,” Liz looked at Daniel strangely, “Daniel became for a year. Also, the Ancients left an outpost here and you,” She looked at Jack, “used it to defeat Anubis.” Liz sat back she felt drained. There was so much information to absorb.
“There are a few others with the ATA genes,” Daniel began.
“Wait,” Liz stopped him, “What’s the ATA gene?”
“Ancient Technology Activation Gene,” Sam replied. “Basically, the gene is random and it also varies in strength, but it allows any who poses it to use any devices created by the Ancients.”
“Oh, my brain hurts.” Liz chuckled. “I thought my story was huge, but wow.”
Jack smiled, “Now you know how I felt the other day,” his dry amused tone was endearing. Liz could see herself liking him, if they didn’t butt heads all the time or if he took his head out of his ass and told Sam how he felt.
“There are a few people with a strong gene, General O’Neill being one of them. Another is Major John Sheppard. He and Doctor McKay, an expert in Ancient technology, are at the outpost with a group of others trying to discover where the lost city of Atlantis is.” Sam continued. “I would like to test the strength of your gene, then compare it to Major Sheppard’s and the General’s. That is, if you approve it, sir.” Sam looked at Jack, her eyes quickly sliding away.
Jack frowned, for the first time that morning he really <I>looked</I> at Sam. Her face was pale and there was tightness around her eyes he had never seen before. It worried him, and he knew without being told he was part of the reason. It wasn’t rocket science after all. It was all the dancing around the two of them did - the getting closer, and then stepping back. He went to check on her last night, but he had, as usual, talked himself out of it. He mentally smacked himself for cowardice Sighing, Jack turned his attention back to the conversation.
“Yes, I think it is a good idea. Plus, it will give Liz something to do while I get approval for her to leave the base, and while Daniel is holed up in that dusty office of his translating this.”
He picked up the tablet and handed it to his friend. Jack looked at Daniel, Sam, and Liz for a moment, “What are you waiting for? Get outta here! I have phone calls to make, one of which is to Doctor McKay who I know, will be irritating as hell.” Jack picked up his phone with a frown on his face and began to dial. Liz was glad she couldn’t understand the words he was muttering under his breath.
Daniel felt torn as they entered the hallway. He wanted to spend more time with Liz, but he wanted to run off to his office and begin the translation at the same time. He watched Sam give him a small grin as she turned toward the labs and quickly give him a thumbs up sign. He tried not to laugh.
Giving into the urge to be with Liz, Daniel smiled down at her as he spoke “I’ll walk you to the lab,” he gestured toward the hallway Sam had gone down. As Daniel heard Jack begin to yell into the phone, he quickly shut the door. “Jack and McKay always have such interesting conversations.” Liz nodded and began to follow him down the hall.
Liz looked at Daniel for a moment before asking, “If you don’t mind, I have a question?”
Daniel was slightly puzzled, but curiosity, as always, got the better of him. “No, it’s fine, ask away.”
Liz stopped walking for a few moments as she searched for the right words, “Why come back? You were Ascended. Higher planes of existence, more knowledge- weren’t you happy? Why come back here?” Liz waved her hand around to indicate the SGC. “Why leave all that?”
Startled, Daniel frowned as he tried to find the right words, “Um, I didn’t have a choice. There is a strict non-interference rule. I broke the rules when I attacked Anubis, so the other Ancients sent me home.” He pushed up his glasses and slid his hands into his pockets as he resumed walking, “I don’t really remember much about it, anyways.”
Liz was stunned, “You broke the rules? How…” Liz stopped again as someone brushed up against her, her eyes glazed over and she swayed. Shaking it off, she pushed her way back to the present, “Damn I hate this. I can’t wait till my shields are back up to par.” Liz let Daniel steady her and then carefully moved away. Touching him was as dangerous as it was with anyone else. Almost every time she did, she received a small flash, a too intimate window into his life.
“A vision?” Daniel asked attentively. He had figured out the look on her face earlier and the idea fascinated him. Then again, everything about Liz Parker Evans was fascinating. “It was a vision, right?”
Liz looked startled; she knew Daniel was intelligent, she had gleaned that knowledge from Sam’s mind but to be this perceptive...Liz hadn’t expected it. She also knew that she hadn’t been exactly discreet since arriving. During her years on Antar, she had learned there was no need to hide. Her abilities were welcomed and celebrated.
“Yes, it was. I over-extended myself healing Sam, and now, I am paying the price for it. My shields are minimal, and I won’t be able to do anything strenuous power-wise for several days. Without my shields, anyone I touch could trigger a vision.” She was already weary; it wasn’t a physical tiredness, it was mental. She was amazed at the strain involved in avoiding contact as much as possible.
Daniel watched her as they walked. He didn’t know how he had missed it before. There was an almost visible flinch as she walked passed people in the halls. He decided he didn’t want to know what she was seeing. “So back to your question, I tried to fight Anubis and the Ancients have a policy of non-interference. I was put back into corporeal form and sent down. I awoke with no memories. I didn’t even know my own name.” Daniel restrained a chuckle at the memory of calling Jack, Jim. It had really bothered his friend. “I have most of my memories back now. There’s still the occasional gap, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Liz was almost envious; she would have given anything to forget her life. The lie she had lived, the people she had killed. It was eating away at her, she knew it had been war, but it was still blood on her hands and no one else’s. It didn’t matter if she had killed them herself or ordered it, she was still guilty. “So that was what you meant with the dying comments last night.”
Daniel, embarrassed, ducked his head and blushed as they entered the lab “Yeah, its kinda become a joke around here. <I> What Daniel died? Again?</I> it happens too often. My New Year’s resolution was not to die this year.”
“And I hope that you stick to that, Daniel. I am getting sick of waiting for you to pop up alive somewhere.” Sam smiled as they walked in, “So Liz, which arm do you prefer?”
Jack wanted nothing more then to slam his phone against the wall. He had no idea how General Hammond had dealt with the stress. The man had handled bringing Daniel back from the dead with ease, where as Jack wanted to shoot something. Badly. He sighed he decided to call Major Davis he was good at the schmoozing and he owed Jack. Paul had a thing for Kerry and when Jack dumped her, she fell right into Paul’s arms, making him a very happy man. Oh yeah, he owed Jack. The phone rang again before he had a chance to dial out, “Yeah?”
“General, sir, Major Sheppard and Doctor McKay have arrived.”
“Thank you, airman,” Jack hung up and reached for his massive bottle of Tylenol. His day just got worse. Jack wondered if retirement was an option as he downed four Tylenol.
~*~
Nicholas had his scientists ripping apart the dialing device on the gate. Pacing restlessly, he worried. He knew that some how there had to be way to find out where Parker was. He wanted to get her and get home. His life hinged on his ability to find her, and he was very fond of living. He would stop at nothing to find her and bring her back.
“Sir, we have it!” A short pudgy man waved him over as he shouted, “We know where she went!”
Nicholas smiled, “Good! Prepare your equipment. As soon as you have the device ready for dialing, we leave.” Turning to go give Khivar the news, Nicholas couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be easier then he thought. Much, much easier.
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Chapter 8
What Lies Ahead
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: Implying slash. I can’t help it I am so a John/Rodney shipper
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected. Also I should note I am altering the Stargate Atlantis timeline here to suit my wants and literary needs…
First and foremost I want to thank everyone, once again, for all the wonderful feedback. This is my favorite WIP and I get giddy when I read what you all have to say. I need to thank Liz Parker Evans for all her help and keeping me in line cannon wise. I also need to thank Carla for all her help. So all mistakes left are my own. Because these two woman rock.
Chapter 8
Liz heard them before she saw them. She looked toward Daniel and Sam who were suddenly appeared very busy and looked at everything but her and the door.
“Really, General, I am a very busy man. I don’t see how you can justify wasting my time and efforts, not to mention valuable research time with Major Sheppard, to drag me here. Really some ‘not quite alien’ girl can make things glow. After all the Major can too, quite well in fact. I…”
The snarky voice was cut off. “Rodney, it wasn’t like we didn’t need the break. Come on think of it as a little vacation. We got to fly, we got fed, and we are staying over night.”
There was an exasperated sigh, “Major you have a very skewed sense of fun.” Liz saw them enter the room and the sarcastic one was waving his hands about.
“Says the man who likes MRE’s and Power bars.” The tall dark haired man replied jauntily while smiling. His green eyes sparkled like he was enjoying the barbs. Liz looked to Jack as he walked with the others and saw he, like Sam and Daniel were desperately trying not to laugh. The man looked toward her. “Hi,” his smile was so genuine and lethal, “I am Major John Sheppard, and the frowning, grumpy one here is Dr. Rodney McKay. Just ignore his attitude, he has bad digestion so it makes him snotty.”
Rodney sputtered “You didn’t, Oh I can’t…” He looked at John with an expression that Liz was sure would make a lesser man cower.
John reached out to shake her hand and without thinking she took it; as his skin touched hers she flinched and stepped back. “Sorry,” Liz stumbled back as she spoke, “I ah…I shouldn’t have done that.”
John looked confused, “Why?”
Daniel rushed to support Liz as she sagged against the table, “Vision?” he asked quietly as she rubbed her temples.
Rodney looked intrigued. “Visions, she has visions…” his voice trailed off in almost a squeak, as he looked frantically toward John, who was frowning.
Sam looked at Rodney who seemed ready to go into a full-blown panic attack as John put his hand on the man’s shoulders and ordered “Breathe, you have to breathe.” Sam saw the look that passed between the two men and knew she would never have to worry about McKay hitting on her again.
Jack saw the same look and grunted; well at least McKay was on some sort of leash now. He could help but grin though here he thought Sheppard was a smart man. Shaking his head, he turned back to Liz and Daniel, who was entirely too concerned and hey hands…yep that was a talk they would need to have soon.
Liz found if she focused on Daniel’s touch it was easier to shake the dregs of the vision off. He was rubbing her back in soft circles and she felt the warmth of his body seeping into hers. She hated this weakness and more then anything she hated Max for changing her and making her something she should have never been. “It’s alright, I just saw Major Sheppard doing some rather heroic looking things. If they were from his past or future I can’t tell. I am fairly sure it is the future so you might want to avoid killing the chick with blue skin.” Liz tried to laugh but she was suddenly feeling as if she were in over her head and sinking fast.
Daniel frowned at the way Liz was still trembling and how cold her skin was. If this was the cost of her power it wasn’t worth it no matter what she could do. Jack interrupted his train of thought. “So, then can we get on with this? I have General type duties to attend too. Plus someone,” Jack glared at Rodney, “only agreed to come if he could take his cat back with him.”
Rodney grinned and rocked back on his heels. “Well of course, we need to get this over with I am a busy man too.” Liz couldn’t help but like the man, he was just indescribable and his grin was catching.
“So how are we doing this? I don’t understand how we are going to test the strength of a gene.” Liz loved science and it was apparent to all that she was excited by the thought of these tests, as long as it didn’t involve her blood.
“There are all these shiny things we get to turn and try to turn on,” John said excitedly too. He had to admit they way the gadgets responded to him was the coolest thing ever.
“Yes to put in the, simplest terms, yes that is what you will be doing.” Rodney frowned at John, who just gave him that irrepressible smile and walked over to the table.
“So let’s do this,” Jack was getting irritated; he did not like being a guinea pig and wanted it over, yesterday.
**
Jack frowned at his paper work; he hated it more then just about anything. He looked at the seemingly never-ending pile of files and sighed. He wanted his gun back and he wanted his team back. He was trapped here though and by his own choice, because if he didn’t do it who would? Jack looked down at Sam’s latest report and swore. He’d had it he was going to find her tell her everything. He only hoped it wasn’t too late.
He headed toward the door as he heard a soft knock. Shit. Opening the door he saw Liz standing there with her arms wrapped around her middle looking all of twelve years old. Which he knew she wasn’t.
Liz saw Jack’s frown. “Is this a bad time? I can come back tomorrow it you like.”
Puzzled, Jack couldn’t figure out why she suddenly sounded so timid and small. “No it is alright. Come in take a load off, tell me what’s on your mind.”
Liz smiled, she really liked this man. He, in a weird way, reminded her of her father. Not that they were that much alike, it was just how safe he made her feel, it was so similar. “I wanted to talk to you about a few things, I just hope…” Liz sat and fingered her hair. “I want to talk to you about Sam, why I healed her and how things are between the two of you. I also need to tell you what is going on with her before it is to late.”
Jack sat back expelling a hard breath, this was the last thing he had expected. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but if she had the stones to come to him like this then he had them to listen. “I have one question before you start?” Liz nodded and Jack swore she took ‘how to look innocent’ lesson’s from Daniel. “What makes you think you know anything about Sam?’
Liz looked him straight in the eye, “Because when I healed her I saw everything. Her past, present and two different futures. One with you as a couple and in the other, the one where she is alone, she dies and it happens soon.”
Jack paled, “What do you mean two futures? How can…you know never mind I was never great with the whole linear timeline thing. Just spill what you know and tell me what I need to do to keep her alive.”
Jack was startled by the calculating look that suddenly appeared on Liz’s face. “I was hoping you would say that.”
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: Implying slash. I can’t help it I am so a John/Rodney shipper
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected. Also I should note I am altering the Stargate Atlantis timeline here to suit my wants and literary needs…
First and foremost I want to thank everyone, once again, for all the wonderful feedback. This is my favorite WIP and I get giddy when I read what you all have to say. I need to thank Liz Parker Evans for all her help and keeping me in line cannon wise. I also need to thank Carla for all her help. So all mistakes left are my own. Because these two woman rock.
Chapter 8
Liz heard them before she saw them. She looked toward Daniel and Sam who were suddenly appeared very busy and looked at everything but her and the door.
“Really, General, I am a very busy man. I don’t see how you can justify wasting my time and efforts, not to mention valuable research time with Major Sheppard, to drag me here. Really some ‘not quite alien’ girl can make things glow. After all the Major can too, quite well in fact. I…”
The snarky voice was cut off. “Rodney, it wasn’t like we didn’t need the break. Come on think of it as a little vacation. We got to fly, we got fed, and we are staying over night.”
There was an exasperated sigh, “Major you have a very skewed sense of fun.” Liz saw them enter the room and the sarcastic one was waving his hands about.
“Says the man who likes MRE’s and Power bars.” The tall dark haired man replied jauntily while smiling. His green eyes sparkled like he was enjoying the barbs. Liz looked to Jack as he walked with the others and saw he, like Sam and Daniel were desperately trying not to laugh. The man looked toward her. “Hi,” his smile was so genuine and lethal, “I am Major John Sheppard, and the frowning, grumpy one here is Dr. Rodney McKay. Just ignore his attitude, he has bad digestion so it makes him snotty.”
Rodney sputtered “You didn’t, Oh I can’t…” He looked at John with an expression that Liz was sure would make a lesser man cower.
John reached out to shake her hand and without thinking she took it; as his skin touched hers she flinched and stepped back. “Sorry,” Liz stumbled back as she spoke, “I ah…I shouldn’t have done that.”
John looked confused, “Why?”
Daniel rushed to support Liz as she sagged against the table, “Vision?” he asked quietly as she rubbed her temples.
Rodney looked intrigued. “Visions, she has visions…” his voice trailed off in almost a squeak, as he looked frantically toward John, who was frowning.
Sam looked at Rodney who seemed ready to go into a full-blown panic attack as John put his hand on the man’s shoulders and ordered “Breathe, you have to breathe.” Sam saw the look that passed between the two men and knew she would never have to worry about McKay hitting on her again.
Jack saw the same look and grunted; well at least McKay was on some sort of leash now. He could help but grin though here he thought Sheppard was a smart man. Shaking his head, he turned back to Liz and Daniel, who was entirely too concerned and hey hands…yep that was a talk they would need to have soon.
Liz found if she focused on Daniel’s touch it was easier to shake the dregs of the vision off. He was rubbing her back in soft circles and she felt the warmth of his body seeping into hers. She hated this weakness and more then anything she hated Max for changing her and making her something she should have never been. “It’s alright, I just saw Major Sheppard doing some rather heroic looking things. If they were from his past or future I can’t tell. I am fairly sure it is the future so you might want to avoid killing the chick with blue skin.” Liz tried to laugh but she was suddenly feeling as if she were in over her head and sinking fast.
Daniel frowned at the way Liz was still trembling and how cold her skin was. If this was the cost of her power it wasn’t worth it no matter what she could do. Jack interrupted his train of thought. “So, then can we get on with this? I have General type duties to attend too. Plus someone,” Jack glared at Rodney, “only agreed to come if he could take his cat back with him.”
Rodney grinned and rocked back on his heels. “Well of course, we need to get this over with I am a busy man too.” Liz couldn’t help but like the man, he was just indescribable and his grin was catching.
“So how are we doing this? I don’t understand how we are going to test the strength of a gene.” Liz loved science and it was apparent to all that she was excited by the thought of these tests, as long as it didn’t involve her blood.
“There are all these shiny things we get to turn and try to turn on,” John said excitedly too. He had to admit they way the gadgets responded to him was the coolest thing ever.
“Yes to put in the, simplest terms, yes that is what you will be doing.” Rodney frowned at John, who just gave him that irrepressible smile and walked over to the table.
“So let’s do this,” Jack was getting irritated; he did not like being a guinea pig and wanted it over, yesterday.
**
Jack frowned at his paper work; he hated it more then just about anything. He looked at the seemingly never-ending pile of files and sighed. He wanted his gun back and he wanted his team back. He was trapped here though and by his own choice, because if he didn’t do it who would? Jack looked down at Sam’s latest report and swore. He’d had it he was going to find her tell her everything. He only hoped it wasn’t too late.
He headed toward the door as he heard a soft knock. Shit. Opening the door he saw Liz standing there with her arms wrapped around her middle looking all of twelve years old. Which he knew she wasn’t.
Liz saw Jack’s frown. “Is this a bad time? I can come back tomorrow it you like.”
Puzzled, Jack couldn’t figure out why she suddenly sounded so timid and small. “No it is alright. Come in take a load off, tell me what’s on your mind.”
Liz smiled, she really liked this man. He, in a weird way, reminded her of her father. Not that they were that much alike, it was just how safe he made her feel, it was so similar. “I wanted to talk to you about a few things, I just hope…” Liz sat and fingered her hair. “I want to talk to you about Sam, why I healed her and how things are between the two of you. I also need to tell you what is going on with her before it is to late.”
Jack sat back expelling a hard breath, this was the last thing he had expected. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but if she had the stones to come to him like this then he had them to listen. “I have one question before you start?” Liz nodded and Jack swore she took ‘how to look innocent’ lesson’s from Daniel. “What makes you think you know anything about Sam?’
Liz looked him straight in the eye, “Because when I healed her I saw everything. Her past, present and two different futures. One with you as a couple and in the other, the one where she is alone, she dies and it happens soon.”
Jack paled, “What do you mean two futures? How can…you know never mind I was never great with the whole linear timeline thing. Just spill what you know and tell me what I need to do to keep her alive.”
Jack was startled by the calculating look that suddenly appeared on Liz’s face. “I was hoping you would say that.”
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chapter 9
WOW I was offline for a bit and came back to a ton of great feedback. I am giddy *vbg*
Duchess67, I do have several gen fics and I have links to many, many wonderful SGA het fics if you would like them. I am happy to pm you them or link you. I cam also say that this chapter has much less implied then the last and the next is the last part they are in. Now it is more snarking and banter then anything else. Also Jack is my favorite character hands down in the Stargate world. I adore him and am in mourning over RDA leaving the show.
Bloody Crow, I had to make Liz stronger for many of the reasons you mentioned. She has a hard road ahead of her and will need the strength and support of all the members of SG1. Max will be slightly redeemed; Liz will soon find his behavior was influenced by outside sources. I have never wrote Sam before, and I am hoping her OC behavior will be explained shortly.
LittleBit, Wow I am such a fangirl. *blushes* I am thrilled you like this. I am doing NaNo this month and have fallen so far behind. I can say with certainty that as soon as this month is over I am going to be posting more frequently.
Now on the the next chapter....
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: Implying slash. I can’t help it I am so a John/Rodney shipper
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected. Also I should note I am altering the Stargate Atlantis timeline here to suit my wants and literary needs…
Chapter 9
Nicholas stood in front of his master. He tried with all the strength he possessed not to flinch or cower under Khivar’s piercing gaze and the weight of his dissatisfaction. “My lord, we went to the address we recovered from the dialing device and learned the former queen had returned to Earth. I am sorry my lord, but you know we can’t go there. Not through a gate anyways.”
Khivar swore in frustration, “What do you mean she went back to Earth? Have you any clue how hard it will be to get to her there now that those simpletons have learned ‘aliens’ as they so tritely put it, exist?” Khivar took a deep shuddering breath, anger coursed through him. He wanted nothing more then to reach out and strike Nicholas until he heard the man’s bones crunch under his blows. He craved the sight of Nicholas’ blood on his hands.
But it wouldn’t do to destroy the man in a fit of rage, not right now when he could still be of use. Closing his eyes momentarily he pictured a planet he ruled, a galaxy that bowed to him and only him. He pictured that goal he was working toward and refused to be thwarted. “We need to find away to lure her to us. I am sure I know the one thing that will have her come running for two simple reasons; first, because she will want to know if it is true, second, once she knows it is the truth she will stop at nothing to rescue my pretty toy.”
Khivar turned and walked toward the dais, the petite blonde in question sat at the foot of his throne. Her long golden hair spilled over her back and her green eyes glittered with the love he had created in her. Mind warping was such a lovely talent. Khivar stroked her hair and she leaned into his touch, “Yes, Liz will stop at nothing to rescue you, my dear Maria. She may think you died, but she will soon know otherwise. Soon she will come to me, and everything I have ever wanted will be firmly within my grasp.”
“Nicholas, get word to those peasants on Earth. If Elizabeth Parker went back to Earth she is with them. Let he know her childhood friend is alive and under my control.” Nicholas nodded and quickly left the room. He didn’t want to watch Khivar sitting and stroking his mistress’ burgeoning stomach.
~*~
“You know that looks like a garage door opener to me. A huge one, but one none the less.” John walked around the room poking and fingering things as he spoke. Sam and Rodney were having geekgasums over the device Liz had brought with her. Not to mention the test results they had acquired from him, Liz, and the general. The look in Sam and Rodney’s eyes had almost frightened him.
“Oh yes, Major, I am sure that is exactly what it is. Because we all know how fond the Ancient’s were of their cars.” Rodney never looked up as he spoke, so he missed the twitching of Sam’s mouth as she tried not to laugh. She had to admit now that he wasn’t hitting on her he was funny. It was strange, other then the ‘I am smarter then you’ attitude his well developed sense of sarcasm was a sharp as Jack’s. Which was why they couldn’t be in the same room together then five minutes at a time.
John just grinned and ignored Rodney’s derogatory tone and snide remark. “You know I heard they had lemon meringue pie in the commissary.” John tried not to laugh at the look on Rodney’s face as his eye’s shot up to bore into his own. “So I think I’ll just go eat a piece or two. You wouldn’t want any would you Sam?” Sam shook her head no and couldn’t help but snicker. This man definitely knew how to deal with McKay.
“Rodney? How about you?” John said seeing Rodney’s mouth was pursed into a disapproving frown.
“No, Major, I wouldn’t, and thank you so much for implying you want me to die. Hello! Citrus allergy!” Rodney turned his back on John muttering under his breath as he did. John ignored his remarks once again, then put his hands in his pockets and whistled a jaunty tune as he left the room.
Rodney watched him walk out of the room while frowning, that man was going to be the death of him. The more time he spent with John, the more he was convinced of it.
~*~
Daniel pored over several texts and his notes trying to decipher the tablet Liz had brought. It was Ancient, yet the wording was strange. It was almost as if it were a riddle, a code might be another explanation he mused to himself as he scribbled down something else. He had to admit that he was distracted. Even with this puzzle sitting before him he thought about her. He had never had this happen. His work had always consumed him, causing him to block out even the need for sleep and food.
More often then not he would lock himself away and at some point Jack would come and drag him down to eat or force him to go home and sleep. Daniel frowned Jack and he were going to have a talk soon, he had seen the looks Jack had shot at him in the lab. Daniel knew Jack was concerned, hell, he was too. He had never fallen this hard or fast before, and Hathor didn’t count.
Daniel couldn’t explain his instant attraction to Liz, or why he just knew from the moment he saw her she was what he had been waiting for. Jack might not understand, how could he when Daniel couldn’t understand it himself? He just knew that Liz was his future.
~*~
Jack sat and listened intently as Liz spoke. Her words had struck a type of desperation in his heart he hadn’t known in years.
“Sam is fracturing, her sprit is fragile right now, and it has a lot to do with the emotional stress she has been under. Eight years of maybe, maybe not have finally gotten to her. Soon she will make a choice, and that choice will decide if she lives or dies.”
Liz was solemn and her confidence was such that Jack knew she what she spoke was the truth. The thought that he might lose Sam forever had him going pale. He had hated it every time she was hurt, but he hadn’t had the courage to go to her. He had always comforted himself with the knowledge that there was time. Now, though, there was no more time. He had to act and that thought frightened him. He was no coward, never that. He had faced death, torture, being stranded on an alien world. Hell he had faced down Ba’al, who tortured him to death and tossed him in a sarcophagus to resurrect him just to do it all over again. He could handle that, but talking about his feelings…that was a whole other ball game.
“Jack, you need to make a choice too. You need to decide if you are going to tell her you love her. That you want to be with her. Because that is her turning point in both futures. If you and she work everything out she lives, but without you Sam loses her focus and dies. She needs you to help her resolve the emotional upheaval she is in. There have been too many losses, and it has begun to weigh on her.
Jack sighed; he loved Sam so there were really no options here. “I’ll talk to her, and then you and I need to have a talk about Daniel.”
Liz nodded, “Sir, I was wondering if…if there was a way to talk to my friends families. To maybe call or visit them? I really need to let them know…” Her voice trailed off again.
Jack felt her pain; there was nothing worse then delivering news like the death of a love one. “I’ll see what I can do, and …ah..if you need to talk…”
Liz smiled warmly, “Thank you Jack, but some how you and I sitting and talking about our feelings isn’t high on either of our list of priorities. I have done this before; it is just…well, I knew Maria and Kyle since almost birth. The others since I was a teen which, age wise wasn’t that long ago, but it seems a life time away now.” Liz stood as she spoke, laying her hand on Jack’s arm and giving it a soft squeeze. “If it is an issue though, I won’t be afraid to ask.”
Jack nodded and felt his heart swelling with affection for this girl, no make that young woman, he hardly knew. He could suddenly see the appeal she held for Daniel. He couldn’t help but feeling, though, that no girl should have to live through or do the things he was sure Liz had to do. He recognized the weight of the pain she carried. Her eyes shown with, and like always recognizes like. So looking at Liz was like looking in a mirror..
Duchess67, I do have several gen fics and I have links to many, many wonderful SGA het fics if you would like them. I am happy to pm you them or link you. I cam also say that this chapter has much less implied then the last and the next is the last part they are in. Now it is more snarking and banter then anything else. Also Jack is my favorite character hands down in the Stargate world. I adore him and am in mourning over RDA leaving the show.
Bloody Crow, I had to make Liz stronger for many of the reasons you mentioned. She has a hard road ahead of her and will need the strength and support of all the members of SG1. Max will be slightly redeemed; Liz will soon find his behavior was influenced by outside sources. I have never wrote Sam before, and I am hoping her OC behavior will be explained shortly.
LittleBit, Wow I am such a fangirl. *blushes* I am thrilled you like this. I am doing NaNo this month and have fallen so far behind. I can say with certainty that as soon as this month is over I am going to be posting more frequently.
Now on the the next chapter....
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: Implying slash. I can’t help it I am so a John/Rodney shipper
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected. Also I should note I am altering the Stargate Atlantis timeline here to suit my wants and literary needs…
Chapter 9
Nicholas stood in front of his master. He tried with all the strength he possessed not to flinch or cower under Khivar’s piercing gaze and the weight of his dissatisfaction. “My lord, we went to the address we recovered from the dialing device and learned the former queen had returned to Earth. I am sorry my lord, but you know we can’t go there. Not through a gate anyways.”
Khivar swore in frustration, “What do you mean she went back to Earth? Have you any clue how hard it will be to get to her there now that those simpletons have learned ‘aliens’ as they so tritely put it, exist?” Khivar took a deep shuddering breath, anger coursed through him. He wanted nothing more then to reach out and strike Nicholas until he heard the man’s bones crunch under his blows. He craved the sight of Nicholas’ blood on his hands.
But it wouldn’t do to destroy the man in a fit of rage, not right now when he could still be of use. Closing his eyes momentarily he pictured a planet he ruled, a galaxy that bowed to him and only him. He pictured that goal he was working toward and refused to be thwarted. “We need to find away to lure her to us. I am sure I know the one thing that will have her come running for two simple reasons; first, because she will want to know if it is true, second, once she knows it is the truth she will stop at nothing to rescue my pretty toy.”
Khivar turned and walked toward the dais, the petite blonde in question sat at the foot of his throne. Her long golden hair spilled over her back and her green eyes glittered with the love he had created in her. Mind warping was such a lovely talent. Khivar stroked her hair and she leaned into his touch, “Yes, Liz will stop at nothing to rescue you, my dear Maria. She may think you died, but she will soon know otherwise. Soon she will come to me, and everything I have ever wanted will be firmly within my grasp.”
“Nicholas, get word to those peasants on Earth. If Elizabeth Parker went back to Earth she is with them. Let he know her childhood friend is alive and under my control.” Nicholas nodded and quickly left the room. He didn’t want to watch Khivar sitting and stroking his mistress’ burgeoning stomach.
~*~
“You know that looks like a garage door opener to me. A huge one, but one none the less.” John walked around the room poking and fingering things as he spoke. Sam and Rodney were having geekgasums over the device Liz had brought with her. Not to mention the test results they had acquired from him, Liz, and the general. The look in Sam and Rodney’s eyes had almost frightened him.
“Oh yes, Major, I am sure that is exactly what it is. Because we all know how fond the Ancient’s were of their cars.” Rodney never looked up as he spoke, so he missed the twitching of Sam’s mouth as she tried not to laugh. She had to admit now that he wasn’t hitting on her he was funny. It was strange, other then the ‘I am smarter then you’ attitude his well developed sense of sarcasm was a sharp as Jack’s. Which was why they couldn’t be in the same room together then five minutes at a time.
John just grinned and ignored Rodney’s derogatory tone and snide remark. “You know I heard they had lemon meringue pie in the commissary.” John tried not to laugh at the look on Rodney’s face as his eye’s shot up to bore into his own. “So I think I’ll just go eat a piece or two. You wouldn’t want any would you Sam?” Sam shook her head no and couldn’t help but snicker. This man definitely knew how to deal with McKay.
“Rodney? How about you?” John said seeing Rodney’s mouth was pursed into a disapproving frown.
“No, Major, I wouldn’t, and thank you so much for implying you want me to die. Hello! Citrus allergy!” Rodney turned his back on John muttering under his breath as he did. John ignored his remarks once again, then put his hands in his pockets and whistled a jaunty tune as he left the room.
Rodney watched him walk out of the room while frowning, that man was going to be the death of him. The more time he spent with John, the more he was convinced of it.
~*~
Daniel pored over several texts and his notes trying to decipher the tablet Liz had brought. It was Ancient, yet the wording was strange. It was almost as if it were a riddle, a code might be another explanation he mused to himself as he scribbled down something else. He had to admit that he was distracted. Even with this puzzle sitting before him he thought about her. He had never had this happen. His work had always consumed him, causing him to block out even the need for sleep and food.
More often then not he would lock himself away and at some point Jack would come and drag him down to eat or force him to go home and sleep. Daniel frowned Jack and he were going to have a talk soon, he had seen the looks Jack had shot at him in the lab. Daniel knew Jack was concerned, hell, he was too. He had never fallen this hard or fast before, and Hathor didn’t count.
Daniel couldn’t explain his instant attraction to Liz, or why he just knew from the moment he saw her she was what he had been waiting for. Jack might not understand, how could he when Daniel couldn’t understand it himself? He just knew that Liz was his future.
~*~
Jack sat and listened intently as Liz spoke. Her words had struck a type of desperation in his heart he hadn’t known in years.
“Sam is fracturing, her sprit is fragile right now, and it has a lot to do with the emotional stress she has been under. Eight years of maybe, maybe not have finally gotten to her. Soon she will make a choice, and that choice will decide if she lives or dies.”
Liz was solemn and her confidence was such that Jack knew she what she spoke was the truth. The thought that he might lose Sam forever had him going pale. He had hated it every time she was hurt, but he hadn’t had the courage to go to her. He had always comforted himself with the knowledge that there was time. Now, though, there was no more time. He had to act and that thought frightened him. He was no coward, never that. He had faced death, torture, being stranded on an alien world. Hell he had faced down Ba’al, who tortured him to death and tossed him in a sarcophagus to resurrect him just to do it all over again. He could handle that, but talking about his feelings…that was a whole other ball game.
“Jack, you need to make a choice too. You need to decide if you are going to tell her you love her. That you want to be with her. Because that is her turning point in both futures. If you and she work everything out she lives, but without you Sam loses her focus and dies. She needs you to help her resolve the emotional upheaval she is in. There have been too many losses, and it has begun to weigh on her.
Jack sighed; he loved Sam so there were really no options here. “I’ll talk to her, and then you and I need to have a talk about Daniel.”
Liz nodded, “Sir, I was wondering if…if there was a way to talk to my friends families. To maybe call or visit them? I really need to let them know…” Her voice trailed off again.
Jack felt her pain; there was nothing worse then delivering news like the death of a love one. “I’ll see what I can do, and …ah..if you need to talk…”
Liz smiled warmly, “Thank you Jack, but some how you and I sitting and talking about our feelings isn’t high on either of our list of priorities. I have done this before; it is just…well, I knew Maria and Kyle since almost birth. The others since I was a teen which, age wise wasn’t that long ago, but it seems a life time away now.” Liz stood as she spoke, laying her hand on Jack’s arm and giving it a soft squeeze. “If it is an issue though, I won’t be afraid to ask.”
Jack nodded and felt his heart swelling with affection for this girl, no make that young woman, he hardly knew. He could suddenly see the appeal she held for Daniel. He couldn’t help but feeling, though, that no girl should have to live through or do the things he was sure Liz had to do. He recognized the weight of the pain she carried. Her eyes shown with, and like always recognizes like. So looking at Liz was like looking in a mirror..
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Chapter 10
These next two chapters are going to deal with Liz going home, they may feel like they are dragging, but it is completely necessary. So please bear with me, I promise there will be more action very soon. Also the slash is done. If either John or Rodney return they will be alone.
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: Implying slash. I can’t help it I am so a John/Rodney shipper
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected. Also I should note I am altering the Stargate Atlantis timeline here to suit my wants and literary needs…
Chapter 10
Liz watched the flat desert fly by through her window. The occasional outcropping of almost familiar red rocks broke the monotony. Her thoughts were crowded with all that had happened over the last three days. She had spent most of her time with Jack; they had talked about Sam, and the NID. The investigation into her father’s death had hit a wall and was now at a dead stop. In a voice that brooked no questions, Jack stated that he was going to get the answers no matter what. Liz still found it strange that she trusted him, all of them. She felt more at home in the SGC now then she had in the three years she lived on Antar.
She smiled as she remembered Jack sitting her down and telling her, in no uncertain terms, that as much as he liked her if she hurt Daniel in anyway, shape or form he would shoot her and they would never find her body. She had shivered as he spoke because she knew he meant it with every fiber of his being. Liz also knew that she would have done the same if the situation were reversed. She and Jack were more alike then they both cared to admit.
Major John Sheppard was also a kindred soul. The three of them had a wonderful laugh at some of the newer recruit’s expense. Liz wanted to train, and Jack had come up with a plan; which is how Liz had found herself tossing several Marines and two Air Force sergeants around the gym. Jack and John had lounged against the wall in very similar poses as she went to work. The men had underestimated her which, is exactly what Jack had said would happen as Liz cleaned their clocks. Afterwards she and John got to watch Jack do the General thing as he dressed the men down and gave them shit duties for a week. The three of them had walked to the commissary laughing like loons.
Yesterday she had said goodbye to her two newest friends, and, yes, even as abrasive as Rodney was she considered him a friend. He truly was one of the sweetest, dorkiest man she knew. Whenever she saw him and John bickering it made her think of Kyle and Michael during happier times. Before he leftRodney had hugged her and told her to seriously consider joining the Atlantis mission.
After three wonderful and relatively carefree days she was going home.
Home.
She was going back to Roswell after four years to tell Amy, Jim and the Evan’s that their children were gone. That she alone survived. Liz wanted to visit her father’s grave and tell him goodbye, something she hadn’t really ever been able to do.
Liz turned toward Daniel as she felt his larger hand cover her own. He was solid and warm. He was offering himself up as a buffer, for no reason other then he wanted to. He wanted to be there for her. It was almost foreign to her, having someone to rely on; someone to trust in.
Worry shadowed his blue eyes and that, in turn, made her feel bad. She knew what to expect, Liz knew that she would face accusations and tears. She knew that in the end coming home would be a lot worse then if she didn't go at all. Daniel had no clue and there was no way to warn him. She couldn’t begin to explain how tight of a group they had been, how scared and so very young they had all been.
“They were everything for so long, and I know they are dead. I know it. I watched them die. This, going home, is almost harder then that.” Her voice sounded fragile even to her own ears and Liz hated how weak it made her feel.
Daniel squeezed her hand tightly, “I knew Shar’e was gone the minute she was made a host. I knew it with the certainty you know your friends are dead. It just took me years to admit it. I never stopped trying and searching, but I knew I had lost her even before she died. This is the final step in letting go, but the first in moving away from your past and staring over.”
Liz took in what he said, let it settle into her and take root. He was right; this was both the first and last step. Maybe that is what frightened her so much. She had never been good at letting go and moving on. Even with all the death and destruction she had seen it was a lesson she hadn’t been able to hold onto. Liz leaned her head back and watched him drive for a moment. “You are right, but then I am sure you knew that.” She smiled softly as she spoke, “I’ll never really be able to let go of Max, you know that right? Every breath I take, every time I use my powers. It is all tied to him on every possible level. Sometimes,” Liz paused as she searched for the right words. “Sometimes it feels almost as if he is still here, living inside me.”
“Well then that is something we will have to figure out, isn’t it?” Daniel was calm, he couldn’t begin to understand Liz’s powers or what she had been through, he wanted to though. More then he could begin to express even if he wanted to.
~*~
Jack paced around his office; he knew what he wanted to do. Hell, he had even talked about it, which was a first. Liz made it easy though, and she had been firm too. Funny how a twenty something slip of a girl could get him to do what he always wanted to do. What his friends had been encouraging him to do for years. He didn’t want to lose Sam. Not ever. He loved the SGC, and the work he did here. Sure he had used it as an excuse. He would admit he was afraid, but only to himself. He had failed Sara; he had lost her the second Charlie died. He had shut her out and closed himself off. Daniel had been the first person to get to him. He had refused to back away and had offered his friendship so generously that Jack hadn’t been able to walk away.
Sam had been easy to hide from, there were the regulations and she was his 2IC. So even if he had wanted to go against the regs, he wouldn’t start anything with his second in command. He couldn’t, because he wasn’t sure he would have been able to choose between her and the missions. It had been hard enough to almost lose Daniel so many times.
Jack took a steadying breath and headed toward Sam’s office. No more running. No more hiding. Not this time.
~*~
Daniel watched Liz carefully from the corner of his eye as he drove down Main Street. Her face was pale and her hand was trembling beneath his. He watched a slow solitary tear steak a jagged path down her cheek. He desperately wanted to hold her and kiss away all the sorrow she was feeling.
“There, just pull up in front.” Her voice was tense and small as she spoke. He watched her take a small steadying breath before she opened the car door.
“You know we could go find a hotel if you want. We don’t need to come back here till tomorrow.” Daniel knew she wouldn’t accept that offer. Even in the short amount of time he had known her he knew she would never back down. She would push her way through what ever the problem or issue was. Liz was a fighter.
“No, but somehow I think you knew I was going to say that. Didn’t you?” Liz smiled softly, it was weak but the fact that she had made the effort warmed Daniel’s heart.
Daniel got out of the car and walked around to open her door. “Yeah, I did. It never hurts to ask thought does it?”
“No it doesn’t,” Liz took the hand he offered and got out of the car. She held onto it tightly as he closed the car door and went to walk in to The CrashDown.
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: Implying slash. I can’t help it I am so a John/Rodney shipper
Disclaimer: Neither Roswell or Stargate belong to me.
Spoilers though Season 8 of Stargate SG1 and Season three of Roswell
Summery: This takes place four years after graduation and right after Moebius part 2. Liz and Max married; one year after being on the run they found a way to Antar. Thinking it would get them from the FBI’s grasp they all took the chance and left. Now four years later, a widowed Liz is leaving Antar through a Stargate. What she finds is the last thing she suspected. Also I should note I am altering the Stargate Atlantis timeline here to suit my wants and literary needs…
Chapter 10
Liz watched the flat desert fly by through her window. The occasional outcropping of almost familiar red rocks broke the monotony. Her thoughts were crowded with all that had happened over the last three days. She had spent most of her time with Jack; they had talked about Sam, and the NID. The investigation into her father’s death had hit a wall and was now at a dead stop. In a voice that brooked no questions, Jack stated that he was going to get the answers no matter what. Liz still found it strange that she trusted him, all of them. She felt more at home in the SGC now then she had in the three years she lived on Antar.
She smiled as she remembered Jack sitting her down and telling her, in no uncertain terms, that as much as he liked her if she hurt Daniel in anyway, shape or form he would shoot her and they would never find her body. She had shivered as he spoke because she knew he meant it with every fiber of his being. Liz also knew that she would have done the same if the situation were reversed. She and Jack were more alike then they both cared to admit.
Major John Sheppard was also a kindred soul. The three of them had a wonderful laugh at some of the newer recruit’s expense. Liz wanted to train, and Jack had come up with a plan; which is how Liz had found herself tossing several Marines and two Air Force sergeants around the gym. Jack and John had lounged against the wall in very similar poses as she went to work. The men had underestimated her which, is exactly what Jack had said would happen as Liz cleaned their clocks. Afterwards she and John got to watch Jack do the General thing as he dressed the men down and gave them shit duties for a week. The three of them had walked to the commissary laughing like loons.
Yesterday she had said goodbye to her two newest friends, and, yes, even as abrasive as Rodney was she considered him a friend. He truly was one of the sweetest, dorkiest man she knew. Whenever she saw him and John bickering it made her think of Kyle and Michael during happier times. Before he leftRodney had hugged her and told her to seriously consider joining the Atlantis mission.
After three wonderful and relatively carefree days she was going home.
Home.
She was going back to Roswell after four years to tell Amy, Jim and the Evan’s that their children were gone. That she alone survived. Liz wanted to visit her father’s grave and tell him goodbye, something she hadn’t really ever been able to do.
Liz turned toward Daniel as she felt his larger hand cover her own. He was solid and warm. He was offering himself up as a buffer, for no reason other then he wanted to. He wanted to be there for her. It was almost foreign to her, having someone to rely on; someone to trust in.
Worry shadowed his blue eyes and that, in turn, made her feel bad. She knew what to expect, Liz knew that she would face accusations and tears. She knew that in the end coming home would be a lot worse then if she didn't go at all. Daniel had no clue and there was no way to warn him. She couldn’t begin to explain how tight of a group they had been, how scared and so very young they had all been.
“They were everything for so long, and I know they are dead. I know it. I watched them die. This, going home, is almost harder then that.” Her voice sounded fragile even to her own ears and Liz hated how weak it made her feel.
Daniel squeezed her hand tightly, “I knew Shar’e was gone the minute she was made a host. I knew it with the certainty you know your friends are dead. It just took me years to admit it. I never stopped trying and searching, but I knew I had lost her even before she died. This is the final step in letting go, but the first in moving away from your past and staring over.”
Liz took in what he said, let it settle into her and take root. He was right; this was both the first and last step. Maybe that is what frightened her so much. She had never been good at letting go and moving on. Even with all the death and destruction she had seen it was a lesson she hadn’t been able to hold onto. Liz leaned her head back and watched him drive for a moment. “You are right, but then I am sure you knew that.” She smiled softly as she spoke, “I’ll never really be able to let go of Max, you know that right? Every breath I take, every time I use my powers. It is all tied to him on every possible level. Sometimes,” Liz paused as she searched for the right words. “Sometimes it feels almost as if he is still here, living inside me.”
“Well then that is something we will have to figure out, isn’t it?” Daniel was calm, he couldn’t begin to understand Liz’s powers or what she had been through, he wanted to though. More then he could begin to express even if he wanted to.
~*~
Jack paced around his office; he knew what he wanted to do. Hell, he had even talked about it, which was a first. Liz made it easy though, and she had been firm too. Funny how a twenty something slip of a girl could get him to do what he always wanted to do. What his friends had been encouraging him to do for years. He didn’t want to lose Sam. Not ever. He loved the SGC, and the work he did here. Sure he had used it as an excuse. He would admit he was afraid, but only to himself. He had failed Sara; he had lost her the second Charlie died. He had shut her out and closed himself off. Daniel had been the first person to get to him. He had refused to back away and had offered his friendship so generously that Jack hadn’t been able to walk away.
Sam had been easy to hide from, there were the regulations and she was his 2IC. So even if he had wanted to go against the regs, he wouldn’t start anything with his second in command. He couldn’t, because he wasn’t sure he would have been able to choose between her and the missions. It had been hard enough to almost lose Daniel so many times.
Jack took a steadying breath and headed toward Sam’s office. No more running. No more hiding. Not this time.
~*~
Daniel watched Liz carefully from the corner of his eye as he drove down Main Street. Her face was pale and her hand was trembling beneath his. He watched a slow solitary tear steak a jagged path down her cheek. He desperately wanted to hold her and kiss away all the sorrow she was feeling.
“There, just pull up in front.” Her voice was tense and small as she spoke. He watched her take a small steadying breath before she opened the car door.
“You know we could go find a hotel if you want. We don’t need to come back here till tomorrow.” Daniel knew she wouldn’t accept that offer. Even in the short amount of time he had known her he knew she would never back down. She would push her way through what ever the problem or issue was. Liz was a fighter.
“No, but somehow I think you knew I was going to say that. Didn’t you?” Liz smiled softly, it was weak but the fact that she had made the effort warmed Daniel’s heart.
Daniel got out of the car and walked around to open her door. “Yeah, I did. It never hurts to ask thought does it?”
“No it doesn’t,” Liz took the hand he offered and got out of the car. She held onto it tightly as he closed the car door and went to walk in to The CrashDown.