What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: None...the implied slash is done...I swear
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…
* Note: 1800 hours is 6 pm military time. They use a 24-hour clock vs. our 12. Also I need to thank Liz Parker Evans for being my beta, all mistakes left are my own.*
Chapter 11
Liz, once again, felt grounded by Daniel’s touch. His hand was heavy, solid and engulfed hers. She focused on that as they walked in. She tried, oh god she tried, not to see Max, Michael and Isabel laughing as they sipped cherry cokes in their booth. She tried not to see Maria flirting with Michael as she gave him her orders, or Michael and Kyle laughing at the numerous dirty jokes that they had loved so much. She could still hear his quotes echoing in her head. She could see Max and, oh, it hurt to think of him and how in love the two of them had been with each other.
Every corner of the restaurant had memories clinging to it. Good, bad, ugly. It didn’t matter; they all assailed her mind at once clamoring for attention. She staggered under the weight of them and winced out loud. Liz turned and looked Daniel in the eye. She could see the concern there as he reached out to steady her.
“I’m all right.” Liz stood and took another step forward. Her childhood laid here, her innocent adolescent dreams. It clung to the air. She moved to the counter and saw the spot where it all began, the place where she had been shot., Max healing her and in that moment irrevocably changing her life forever. She could feel the cold floor and the gut wrenching pain like it was happening right now.
She took a step closer to Daniel and gestured to the spot, “Right there is where my life changed.” She snorted as she continued, “Right there I died and became something else.” Liz felt movement around her but it was a distant echo because all she could see was the floor. All she could feel was Daniel’s hand on the small of her back in gentle support and the pain of everything she had lost.
“Let’s go find your mother, all right?” Daniel asked softly.
Liz nodded and looked at the tall dark haired man behind the counter. She didn’t recognize him, but then she hadn’t expected to either.
“I am looking for Nancy Parker, is she here today?” Liz’s stomach clenched and burned as she spoke her mother’s name. It had always been more difficult with her mother, harder for them to connect. Liz had always been a daddy’s girl so to speak. Her father had been the one she would go to when she wanted to talk, until Max. After that she and her father drifted apart, and her mother became almost a stranger.
The man stopped wiping down the counter and stared at her for a moment, his face paled and he stepped closer. “Liz?” his voice questioning. “You’re Liz, aren’t you?”
Liz almost took a step back, “Yes, yes, I am but I don’t think I know you.” She kept her voice firm and steady refusing to let the fear and nervousness she felt show.
The man looked away and shuffled his feet for a moment before looking back at her.
“Well you wouldn’t, my name is Nathan, Nate. I married your mom almost two years ago now. But I thought you were dead, in fact, everyone does.” His tone had suddenly changed, and accusation dripped off of every word.
“Look, Nate, I don’t have a lot of time and you have no right to censor me, you know nothing about me. So is my mother here or not?” Liz’s tone was harsh and low, so harsh that it even startled Daniel.
Nate gave her a dirty look, “Yeah, she is upstairs; let me get Marco to cover the counter.”
Liz walked past him, Daniel’s hand in hers, “Don’t bother I know the way and you aren’t invited. I haven’t seen her in four years and I don’t intend to have a stranger there with me when I do.” She pushed the door to the break room open as he protested and than continued up the stairs.
She paused at the top for a moment taking a deep breath she looked at Daniel, “Are you ready?” Daniel had a bit of a shocked expression on his face but nodded.
“I am with you every step of the way, Liz, you lead I’ll follow.”
~*~
Jack watched Sam for a moment before he stepped in to her cluttered, but, oh so neat office. He watched the way the light played across her features, he wondered for a moment why she didn’t need glasses because her office never seemed bright enough. He watched her, oblivious to his presence, typing and muttering. She was brilliant, sexy and he had been in love with her, what seemed like forever, well nine years. In a job like this, though, nine years was a lifetime.
He stepped into the room and Sam had yet to look up, so he cleared his throat as he stepped closer.
“Sir,” Sam sat up with a start, her blue eyes wide and her cheeks now flushed.
“Do you know what time it is Colonel?” He watched Sam glance down at her watch and smiled brightly.
“Sir, it is barely 1800 hours, I am generally here much later than that.” Sam turned back to her computer for a moment and typed something else in before shutting it down. “I could do with an early night, though.”
“Good, so how about we head over to O’Malley’s for a nice steak?” Jack kept it causal, his hands in his pockets and leaning against the door.
Sam looked startled for a moment, “Sir?”
Jack straitened up and made a sweeping gesture toward the door, “Come on, Carter, live a little. Come have dinner with me, we can talk about…Well, I don’t know but, hey, it is better then me stuck behind that desk with a mile high stack of papers and you sitting in here. Speaking of which, why is it always so dark in here?”
Sighing, Sam stepped out into the hall “Are we even allowed in there yet? I mean after that…”
Jack cut her off, that mischievous smile firmly in place, “Perks of being a General. They are afraid to kick me out now.” Sam laughed and shook her head as she followed him down the hall. He had got her out of the office, without to much fuss. Step one was complete, now on to step two, the ‘talk’. Jack stepped into the elevator and suddenly he wasn’t sure if he was even going to be able to eat, not with his stomach clenching and bouncing around with nervousness like he hadn’t felt since he had asked a girl out for the first time.
~*~
Liz opened the door to the apartment where she had grown up. It looked remarkably the same, furniture, pictures nothing had changed. Except her, and the fact she wouldn’t see her father. She could picture him sitting on the couch laughing, his head back and his face covered in a huge smile. One she wouldn’t see again. She regretted, and not for the first time, listening to Max about not contacting their families before they left.
Firmly holding on to Daniels hand still she walked toward the kitchen, she could hear her mother humming as she cooked. She turned to look at Daniel, “Could you, I mean...”
Daniel smiled, understanding, that he freely offered and she knew she had no right to, filled his eyes, “I’ll wait here till you need me, all right?”
Without thinking Liz leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, pulling back she smiled and headed into the kitchen, leaving stunned the archeologist behind.
Liz walked into the room silently, very aware of how different she looked, not to mention how different she was. She watched her mother washing something in the sink and noticed her hair was shorter, and a bit lighter. She took a deep breath and braced herself for whatever reaction her mother gave her.
“Mom,” Liz said hesitantly, she watched her mother’s body go ridged and drop whatever was in her hands. Her mother took a deep breath too, her hands shaking as she gripped the sink. “Mom?”
Liz watched Nancy turn toward her, her mother’s eyes wide and filled with tears. She leaned back against the sink, shaking, “Lizzie?” She took a step forward, “Oh, god, Liz.” Suddenly Liz was wrapped in her mother’s arms, she could smell the soft scent of peaches that she always associated with her mother and felt her mother’s tears soaking through her shirt. Something broke, a wall collapsed and Liz couldn’t hold it back any longer. She felt her knees give way and she sunk to the floor sobbing. She hadn’t allowed herself to, not since Isabel and Kyle died. Rocking back and forth they offered the comfort that only a mother and daughter could give each other.
~*~
Daniel sat on the couch; waiting and then he heard it, crying. He felt a weight lift off of him, he knew, because he had seen, that she hadn’t cried in a long time. He knew he would have to tell her what he had seen, her watching a man with shoulder length brown hair dying in her arms, Michael, was the name she had whispered. Michael, with blood pouring from his mouth as he spoke, had touched her face and told her he loved her. She had smiled, ‘Not as much as you loved Maria, He had shuddered and told her, with his last breath, everything would work out. Liz had sat there rocking his body in her arms, tearless, till a tall dark hair girl had dragged her away. Daniel didn’t know how to tell her which, as a linguist was a very bad thing. He just knew it would have to be soon.
He heard a noise and quickly turned, but it was only Nate. The other man paused and sat down, “Well, I guess they are going to all right.” Daniel could see the relief in his eyes and hear it in his voice as he said it.
“Yeah, I think they will be.”
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Chapter 12
First off I want to wish all of you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Hope you have a wonderful and safe holiday 
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Roswell/Stargate SG1 Crossover
Liz/Daniel, Jack/Sam
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: None
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…
Once again a special thanks to my beta, Liz Parker Evans, she does a wonderful job and all mistakes left are, as always, my own.
Chapter 12
Daniel watched Liz as she stood outside; she was staring at the sun as it cast a fiery glow along the skyline, her face was bathed in it’s light and she had never looked more stunning. He moved behind her and placed a tentative hand on her waist. He moved in closer and felt her hair brush against his chin he couldn’t believe how small she was. Her personality, her presence, made her seem so much taller. He could feel her pain, even as still as she stood it vibrated and echoed off her.
“Liz?” She turned into him and wrapped her arms around his waist. As she rested her head against his chest her tears soaked into his shirt, instinctively he tightened his embrace, drawing her even closer. “Liz, I am sorry. It isn’t enough I know, but I am sorry.” He felt her shudder silently and desperately wanted to erase her pain. His mere presence when the others had shown up was a huge part of why it had gone badly.
Liz sighed, “It wasn’t your fault, and there was nothing that you could have said or done to make it any better.” She stepped back and looked into his eyes, “I wouldn’t change it because I needed you there. I wanted you there, and what Philip and Diane said doesn’t matter. They have lost everything.” Daniel watched the shadows darken and dance across her face as she stepped back again. “They lost everything and I… I still have a chance at a life. One that doesn’t include their son and that hurts them as much as the fact that he and Isabel are dead.” Daniel felt her sorrow; it crawled inside him and took root. He felt it as though it were his own; he wondered if when he saw part of her life something else had remained.
Liz turned and looked up at the stars slowly coming to life, even as the sun was still setting. “Do you ever just look out there anymore? Just look and enjoy the stars with the innocence that you did before you knew what was out there?”
Her question startled him, “No, no, not really. That is more Jack’s thing. He loves Astronomy. He has a part of his roof set up with a telescope and stares at them for hours.” Daniel chuckled, “When I stayed with him he would drag me out there no matter how cold it was.”
“Jack is, well, Jack.” Liz smiled at him as she spoke, it was almost wistful, “I really like him. He seems so gruff but…”
“Jack always comes off that way, but he isn’t really.” Daniel shrugged, “He is the best guy I know, and he is my best friend. We fight and bicker but,” Daniel trailed off. He always had a hard time explaining how much Jack meant to him, how close they were and how empty he would be if something happened to the older man.
“You’re family. That was what Isabel, Kyle, Michael, Maria, Max and I were. Three couples, all bound by blood and more. Today I let that go, when Amy and Jim walked into the room and saw me alone they knew. I have known them my entire life and I watched their hearts break.” Liz covered her face with her hands and let out a broken sounding sob. “I broke them, killed their hope.” Daniel rushed to her and pulled her tightly to him again.
“Shh, no you didn’t, you gave them closure. They needed to know, and I saw for myself that Amy and Jim were as happy to see you even as they were sad to lose their own children; they were happy you are alive. They both love you, like you said you’re family.” He rubbed a comforting hand up and down her back, doing his best to soothe her. “Come on, it has been a long day and you need to get some sleep.” He took her hand and led her to her room. “Get some rest, and I’ll be next door if you need me, alright?” Daniel brushed her hair from her face, she looked so young and vulnerable, and it hit him exactly how young she was compared to him. She was just twenty-two, but had lived through enough and seemed much, much older. It made it easy for him to forget, but he also knew that her small hands were encircling his heart with frightening speed. Daniel pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, “Goodnight,” and walked to his room.
~*~
Jack looked at Sam carefully; she seemed so on edge, so wary. It hurt to know that is was all his fault that he had pushed her until she wasn’t sure what to expect for him anymore. He hated the stilted, halting conversation that took place over diner, and searched for clever words to fill the silence and express how he felt.
“Ok, look, I suck at this, which, I am sure you are well aware.” He watched Sam’s blue eye’s widen at his suddenly abrupt tone, “I just, well, I hate talking about…stuff.” Jack waved his hands around, visibly irritated, he couldn’t find the words he wanted, he needed to make her understand, he just hated that is was so hard.
“Sir,” Jack frowned as she said that but she quickly corrected herself and hesitantly said, “Jack, I am not sure if I get what you are trying to say.” Her voice was laced with confusion.
“Neither am I, most of the time. Look, Sam, you almost died the other day, again. I don’t think I can, no I know I have to tell you this.” Jack felt his hands shake and sweat broke out on his forehead, he hadn’t said this to a woman since Sara, “I love you, I have for awhile but…well, ah hell, Sam, I just didn’t know what to say. It just got easy to avoid it and wait. I don’t want you to think it wasn’t because we weren’t worth fighting for.” He ran a frustrated hand over his face. He was afraid to look at her, afraid Liz had been wrong about how she felt but when Sam’s cool, much smaller hand covered his own he knew. Her eyes were overly bright and her smile fragile. “I know I should have said something along time ago, but you were my second and by the time I made General I wasn’t sure…”
“Jack, it is alright.” Her voice shook as she spoke, “I love you too. I…” Sam hesitated shyly for a moment, “It was why I couldn’t marry Pete. I loved him, but I wasn’t in love with him.” Jack’s stomach bottomed out, once again, as she said that.
“So, ah, do you love me, or are you in love with me?” Jack’s mouth was so dry he was surprised could even speak.
Sam looked him in the eye, her gaze steady and solid, and there wasn’t even a hint of hesitation, “I am in love with you, and have been for a very long time.”
Jack couldn’t think of a single thing to say when she finished except, “Sweet.”
~*~
Liz was in the palace. The long cold hallway in front of her was silent, the only sound was her footsteps and breathing. Liz knew she was dreaming; she knew she couldn’t be here and that her body was lying back on Earth in a sterile looking motel room in Roswell. She knew that, but she also knew she was here for a reason. She was being given a dream, a rare and prized talent. It was, when possessed by the right person, a gift used to heal the mind but in the hands of the wrong person it could be a powerful weapon. She had a small glimmer of that gift; it was weak and one of the most difficult of her powers to use. There was only one other person that she knew of, who possessed it. Only one, who could send a dream to a planet light years away. Nicholas, Khivar’s right hand man, his iron fist and mouthpiece.
Liz looked down and saw she was dressed in a long cream-colored court gown, one that she had worn at her wedding and the funerals of her husband and friend’s. She moved forward, wary and unsure of what to expect. She reached the door to the throne room and hesitated for only a moment before opening it.
The large room was all but empty; three people were on the dais. One on the throne, was obviously Khivar, Nicholas was standing to his right and the third was a woman sitting at Khivar’s feet. Liz couldn’t tell who it was because her back was facing the door she had just entered.
“Ah, Elizabeth, How nice of you to join us.” Khivar’s voice rang out through the room and bounced off the nearly empty walls.
Liz walked forward; if they were going to attack her it would have happened by now. “Well it wasn’t as if your lackey has given me a choice.” Liz’s tone condescending, after all she was the Queen. By the right of marriage and the seal she still wore on her shoulder. Even after Max had died it hadn’t left, and Michael’s, when it appeared was different than hers. She could have held the throne, had she chosen too, but Michael was the warrior, the tactician and he was what was needed whether he wanted that role or not. Khivar, for all his power was nothing more than a pretender and a poser.
“Oh, but my dear, there are always choices. For instance I made the wrong choice when I let you leave, because you took something that belonged to me. I am going to be fair because I am nothing if not fair, and offer you a trade.” His voice was low and had she not known his true nature it would have been easy to fall under its seductive power.
Liz stopped; she was twenty feet from the dais now and found herself unable to move forward. Nicholas was a smart man; he knew that even with her limited gift if she were allowed close enough she could turn the dream against him. He had stretched his mind out further than anyone had ever reached out before and the strain had to be immense. “Khivar, I can not, in all honesty, think of one thing you possess that I want.” She laughed as she said it, but her laugh froze in her throat as the woman at Khivar’s feet turned around. “Maria?” She tried to step forward, only to be shocked by the shield in place.
Khivar stood and petted Maria’s long blonde hair, “Yes, isn’t my pet beautiful.” He squatted down beside her and stroked her swollen stomach as she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “And look she bears my heir.” Khivar looked toward Liz, “Are you quite certain I have nothing you want?”
Furry coursed through her, “How dare you take a member of my court as a prisoner and consort? How did you manage it? She was dead!”
“If you remember correctly, my dear deposed queen, the body of your friend was never recovered, and when you finally found remains you thought they were hers but they were, in fact, not because she was already firmly in my grasp by that time. Her husband, her friends, her loyalties were all long forgotten. She knew only me.”
Liz struck out at the shield barring her from the vengeance she wanted, it held even though she saw Nicholas flinch. “You are the vilest creature I have ever known, and I have met many who qualify for that position. What do you want?” Liz spat out her words, her eyes flashing with power and rage.
“For shame, Elizabeth, I had expected better of you then this.” Liz could see the look of joy on his face and the gloating tone he used on served to enrage her more. “I want the keys to the Granolith.”
Liz laughed, “You are mistaken if you think that you will ever be able to use them, even if I were to make that trade..”
Khivar laughed, “Oh but I can, my dear, I can.”
Liz stood tall, her shoulders straight and her head held high, “You will die by my hands, make no mistake. You have greatly underestimated me and that will be your downfall. I am going to come for you Khivar, you have violated whatever grace I still possessed. I never welcomed my powers as Queen of this planet. I will now and once I do you will find me a formidable foe, because you lack the royal seal and the blood required to will the true powers of a King. I will be your downfall; my face will be the last thing you ever see.” Liz closed her eyes, as she finished speaking Khivar flew in to a furious rage, Liz ignored the shouts and venomous slurs as she pulled herself out of the dream.
Liz sat up, her body shaking and cold, despite the rage that infused her. She had a despot to kill, a Granolith to protect and a world to reclaim.
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Roswell/Stargate SG1 Crossover
Liz/Daniel, Jack/Sam
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: None
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…
Once again a special thanks to my beta, Liz Parker Evans, she does a wonderful job and all mistakes left are, as always, my own.
Chapter 12
Daniel watched Liz as she stood outside; she was staring at the sun as it cast a fiery glow along the skyline, her face was bathed in it’s light and she had never looked more stunning. He moved behind her and placed a tentative hand on her waist. He moved in closer and felt her hair brush against his chin he couldn’t believe how small she was. Her personality, her presence, made her seem so much taller. He could feel her pain, even as still as she stood it vibrated and echoed off her.
“Liz?” She turned into him and wrapped her arms around his waist. As she rested her head against his chest her tears soaked into his shirt, instinctively he tightened his embrace, drawing her even closer. “Liz, I am sorry. It isn’t enough I know, but I am sorry.” He felt her shudder silently and desperately wanted to erase her pain. His mere presence when the others had shown up was a huge part of why it had gone badly.
Liz sighed, “It wasn’t your fault, and there was nothing that you could have said or done to make it any better.” She stepped back and looked into his eyes, “I wouldn’t change it because I needed you there. I wanted you there, and what Philip and Diane said doesn’t matter. They have lost everything.” Daniel watched the shadows darken and dance across her face as she stepped back again. “They lost everything and I… I still have a chance at a life. One that doesn’t include their son and that hurts them as much as the fact that he and Isabel are dead.” Daniel felt her sorrow; it crawled inside him and took root. He felt it as though it were his own; he wondered if when he saw part of her life something else had remained.
Liz turned and looked up at the stars slowly coming to life, even as the sun was still setting. “Do you ever just look out there anymore? Just look and enjoy the stars with the innocence that you did before you knew what was out there?”
Her question startled him, “No, no, not really. That is more Jack’s thing. He loves Astronomy. He has a part of his roof set up with a telescope and stares at them for hours.” Daniel chuckled, “When I stayed with him he would drag me out there no matter how cold it was.”
“Jack is, well, Jack.” Liz smiled at him as she spoke, it was almost wistful, “I really like him. He seems so gruff but…”
“Jack always comes off that way, but he isn’t really.” Daniel shrugged, “He is the best guy I know, and he is my best friend. We fight and bicker but,” Daniel trailed off. He always had a hard time explaining how much Jack meant to him, how close they were and how empty he would be if something happened to the older man.
“You’re family. That was what Isabel, Kyle, Michael, Maria, Max and I were. Three couples, all bound by blood and more. Today I let that go, when Amy and Jim walked into the room and saw me alone they knew. I have known them my entire life and I watched their hearts break.” Liz covered her face with her hands and let out a broken sounding sob. “I broke them, killed their hope.” Daniel rushed to her and pulled her tightly to him again.
“Shh, no you didn’t, you gave them closure. They needed to know, and I saw for myself that Amy and Jim were as happy to see you even as they were sad to lose their own children; they were happy you are alive. They both love you, like you said you’re family.” He rubbed a comforting hand up and down her back, doing his best to soothe her. “Come on, it has been a long day and you need to get some sleep.” He took her hand and led her to her room. “Get some rest, and I’ll be next door if you need me, alright?” Daniel brushed her hair from her face, she looked so young and vulnerable, and it hit him exactly how young she was compared to him. She was just twenty-two, but had lived through enough and seemed much, much older. It made it easy for him to forget, but he also knew that her small hands were encircling his heart with frightening speed. Daniel pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, “Goodnight,” and walked to his room.
~*~
Jack looked at Sam carefully; she seemed so on edge, so wary. It hurt to know that is was all his fault that he had pushed her until she wasn’t sure what to expect for him anymore. He hated the stilted, halting conversation that took place over diner, and searched for clever words to fill the silence and express how he felt.
“Ok, look, I suck at this, which, I am sure you are well aware.” He watched Sam’s blue eye’s widen at his suddenly abrupt tone, “I just, well, I hate talking about…stuff.” Jack waved his hands around, visibly irritated, he couldn’t find the words he wanted, he needed to make her understand, he just hated that is was so hard.
“Sir,” Jack frowned as she said that but she quickly corrected herself and hesitantly said, “Jack, I am not sure if I get what you are trying to say.” Her voice was laced with confusion.
“Neither am I, most of the time. Look, Sam, you almost died the other day, again. I don’t think I can, no I know I have to tell you this.” Jack felt his hands shake and sweat broke out on his forehead, he hadn’t said this to a woman since Sara, “I love you, I have for awhile but…well, ah hell, Sam, I just didn’t know what to say. It just got easy to avoid it and wait. I don’t want you to think it wasn’t because we weren’t worth fighting for.” He ran a frustrated hand over his face. He was afraid to look at her, afraid Liz had been wrong about how she felt but when Sam’s cool, much smaller hand covered his own he knew. Her eyes were overly bright and her smile fragile. “I know I should have said something along time ago, but you were my second and by the time I made General I wasn’t sure…”
“Jack, it is alright.” Her voice shook as she spoke, “I love you too. I…” Sam hesitated shyly for a moment, “It was why I couldn’t marry Pete. I loved him, but I wasn’t in love with him.” Jack’s stomach bottomed out, once again, as she said that.
“So, ah, do you love me, or are you in love with me?” Jack’s mouth was so dry he was surprised could even speak.
Sam looked him in the eye, her gaze steady and solid, and there wasn’t even a hint of hesitation, “I am in love with you, and have been for a very long time.”
Jack couldn’t think of a single thing to say when she finished except, “Sweet.”
~*~
Liz was in the palace. The long cold hallway in front of her was silent, the only sound was her footsteps and breathing. Liz knew she was dreaming; she knew she couldn’t be here and that her body was lying back on Earth in a sterile looking motel room in Roswell. She knew that, but she also knew she was here for a reason. She was being given a dream, a rare and prized talent. It was, when possessed by the right person, a gift used to heal the mind but in the hands of the wrong person it could be a powerful weapon. She had a small glimmer of that gift; it was weak and one of the most difficult of her powers to use. There was only one other person that she knew of, who possessed it. Only one, who could send a dream to a planet light years away. Nicholas, Khivar’s right hand man, his iron fist and mouthpiece.
Liz looked down and saw she was dressed in a long cream-colored court gown, one that she had worn at her wedding and the funerals of her husband and friend’s. She moved forward, wary and unsure of what to expect. She reached the door to the throne room and hesitated for only a moment before opening it.
The large room was all but empty; three people were on the dais. One on the throne, was obviously Khivar, Nicholas was standing to his right and the third was a woman sitting at Khivar’s feet. Liz couldn’t tell who it was because her back was facing the door she had just entered.
“Ah, Elizabeth, How nice of you to join us.” Khivar’s voice rang out through the room and bounced off the nearly empty walls.
Liz walked forward; if they were going to attack her it would have happened by now. “Well it wasn’t as if your lackey has given me a choice.” Liz’s tone condescending, after all she was the Queen. By the right of marriage and the seal she still wore on her shoulder. Even after Max had died it hadn’t left, and Michael’s, when it appeared was different than hers. She could have held the throne, had she chosen too, but Michael was the warrior, the tactician and he was what was needed whether he wanted that role or not. Khivar, for all his power was nothing more than a pretender and a poser.
“Oh, but my dear, there are always choices. For instance I made the wrong choice when I let you leave, because you took something that belonged to me. I am going to be fair because I am nothing if not fair, and offer you a trade.” His voice was low and had she not known his true nature it would have been easy to fall under its seductive power.
Liz stopped; she was twenty feet from the dais now and found herself unable to move forward. Nicholas was a smart man; he knew that even with her limited gift if she were allowed close enough she could turn the dream against him. He had stretched his mind out further than anyone had ever reached out before and the strain had to be immense. “Khivar, I can not, in all honesty, think of one thing you possess that I want.” She laughed as she said it, but her laugh froze in her throat as the woman at Khivar’s feet turned around. “Maria?” She tried to step forward, only to be shocked by the shield in place.
Khivar stood and petted Maria’s long blonde hair, “Yes, isn’t my pet beautiful.” He squatted down beside her and stroked her swollen stomach as she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “And look she bears my heir.” Khivar looked toward Liz, “Are you quite certain I have nothing you want?”
Furry coursed through her, “How dare you take a member of my court as a prisoner and consort? How did you manage it? She was dead!”
“If you remember correctly, my dear deposed queen, the body of your friend was never recovered, and when you finally found remains you thought they were hers but they were, in fact, not because she was already firmly in my grasp by that time. Her husband, her friends, her loyalties were all long forgotten. She knew only me.”
Liz struck out at the shield barring her from the vengeance she wanted, it held even though she saw Nicholas flinch. “You are the vilest creature I have ever known, and I have met many who qualify for that position. What do you want?” Liz spat out her words, her eyes flashing with power and rage.
“For shame, Elizabeth, I had expected better of you then this.” Liz could see the look of joy on his face and the gloating tone he used on served to enrage her more. “I want the keys to the Granolith.”
Liz laughed, “You are mistaken if you think that you will ever be able to use them, even if I were to make that trade..”
Khivar laughed, “Oh but I can, my dear, I can.”
Liz stood tall, her shoulders straight and her head held high, “You will die by my hands, make no mistake. You have greatly underestimated me and that will be your downfall. I am going to come for you Khivar, you have violated whatever grace I still possessed. I never welcomed my powers as Queen of this planet. I will now and once I do you will find me a formidable foe, because you lack the royal seal and the blood required to will the true powers of a King. I will be your downfall; my face will be the last thing you ever see.” Liz closed her eyes, as she finished speaking Khivar flew in to a furious rage, Liz ignored the shouts and venomous slurs as she pulled herself out of the dream.
Liz sat up, her body shaking and cold, despite the rage that infused her. She had a despot to kill, a Granolith to protect and a world to reclaim.
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What Lies Ahead, chapter 13
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Roswell/Stargate SG1 Crossover
Liz/Daniel, Jack/Sam
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: None
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…
Once again, Thanks to Liz Parker Evans for being my beta
Chapter 13
Daniel woke to silence, he was used to the stillness of the desert it had been his home and in many ways always would be. He was born in Egypt, some of his best memories were from his first eight years there, and still even after all this time he missed the large expanses of sand. New Mexico wasn’t Egypt, it wasn’t even Abydos, but it was similar in small ways, which were just enough to cause a small ache of homesickness.
Glancing at his watch Daniel noted how early it was and dressed quickly. He felt the first twinge of caffeine lust rise in him and decided breakfast was in order. Daniel listened for a moment than smiled when he heard nothing coming from Liz’s room, She needed the rest, especially after the emotionally draining day she’d had and decided to bring breakfast back so they could eat it together. He snagged his keys and headed toward the door only to have a white sheet of paper they were sitting on drift down to the floor. Puzzled, he picked it up, and read….
Daniel,
Sorry for sneaking in to leave this, but I didn’t want you to worry. And I knew you would. I woke early and decided to head out to the desert for some ‘exercise’, the kind I couldn’t do here. I am leaving you directions I would really like it if you came out to meet me.
Liz
He glanced over the directions, frowning briefly, and headed out the door. So it was breakfast to go instead.
~*~
Daniel turned off the road and headed toward the outcropping Liz had indicated she would be by. He looked around and couldn’t see a car, for a brief moment he thought he had misread the directions but then noticed a motorcycle off in the distance. He wondered where Liz had gotten it at while pulling up next to the bike. Daniel noticed it was an older model, which Sam would have loved. He paused by the car after he climbed out, completely stunned by what he was seeing.
Liz was moving with a speed he hadn’t thought possible for a human, but than she wasn’t totally human anymore and he kept forgetting that. She was whipping around two cords with slim, lethal blades attached to the ends. It looked like a deadly dance. Her arms crossed over in front of her, she bent back and swirled them over her body. They were over her head, behind her, everywhere. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and just when he had thought she couldn’t do anything else with her weapons, she flipped forward and backwards, she slid down into a split, which really had him thinking about her flexibility for a moment, than dropped them.
She tossed him a grin, like she had known he was there all the time, and started cooling down stretches. Those he at least recognized. He reached in the car and grabbed their drinks before walking closer.
“That was interesting,” Daniel couldn’t keep the awe from his voice, he had seen a lot of warriors in his nine years at the SGC, but what she had just done was beyond what he had ever seen. She had moved with a fluid grace, her body had been in completely tune with her weapons, she was the weapon. Beautiful and deadly, she was a dangerous combination, one he was powerless to resist.
Liz bent down, snagged a towel from the top of her pack, than started to wipe her neck and arms off. She hadn’t been sure he would show up, but she had known the second he arrived, even as focused as she had been while practicing. The more she embraced her powers, the more she became aware of him. He was a beacon, a bright light shining in the dark and he drew her to him. It was different then what she had felt with Max, but equally compelling.
“I learned how to use the sha’ta from Melina. She was one of the few who knew how to use them. ”
Daniel held out the water he had brought her, “Melina?” He couldn’t help but ask, Liz had sounded almost wistful as she spoke the name.
Liz dropped the towel on her bag and reached out for the water, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. “Ah, that is wonderful. Thank you.” Liz frowned for a moment, before bending down and running her free hand over her weapons, as she did they changed back into pieces of ordinary rope. She looked up at him through hooded eyes, “She was my friend and, for a lack of a better word, an assassin. I met her not long after we arrived on Antar.” Sipping her coffee, Liz looked out toward the oddly shaped outcropping, before looking up at him, once again. Talking about Melina hurt, but it was easier in some ways than speaking about what she had to do. It was easier than telling, or showing Daniel why she had asked him here. “I didn’t like being followed around by guards and I didn’t like having to trust people I barely knew with my safety. I wanted to learn to fight because I couldn’t, make that wouldn’t rely on my powers. They were still weak and often unreliable. So, when I met Melina and found out who she was and what she did I asked her to help me. We became friends and she taught me everything she could. I left her behind, I shouldn’t have and that is one of the things I regret most.”
Liz stood quietly for a moment; she missed Melina. She missed her friendship and the implicit trust she’d had for the younger girl. Liz wanted Melina by her side right now; she wanted someone she could talk to who understood the nuances of what she was doing. Liz looked around; she had spent so much time here. She had never thought to return, and she would have never guessed she would for the reason she had.
Daniel waited; any good linguist knew listening was just as essential as talking. He was good at it too, because he also knew that often times silence said more then words ever could and right now Liz was telling him that this place was special to her. Every so often her lips would start to curve into a smile, her dark brown eyes would soften a bit before they darted somewhere else. But the silence stretched out long enough for them to both finish their coffee and he began to worry.
“Liz, are you alright?” She looked up at him as if startled it was almost as if she had been a thousand miles away when he called her name.
Liz turned and motioned toward the outcropping he had noticed earlier, but then it was hard not to see it. “I wanted to bring you here, I wanted you to understand something about who I am and what I will become.” Her voice became softer as she started to walk toward the rocks.
Daniel followed her and faltered for a moment as her words sunk in, “What you will become? Liz I don’t understand…”
Liz glanced at him as she continued to climb, she didn’t say a word, but she did hold out her hand and offer him a reassuring smile. She didn’t know how to say what she needed to say and she couldn’t offer him an explanation, all she could do was show him.
Stepping up to where she stood and was startled when she waved her hand over the rock face and a glowing handprint appeared. He felt oddly detached as he watched her place her hand in it and a door appeared and slid open.
He watched her step inside and turn to him, “Will you come with me?” He looked down to their still joined hands and nodded.
“Liz?” Daniel stopped and looked around; the sight of the cocoons startled him. “What are those?”
“That is where Max and the others were born.” Liz tugged on his hand, she wanted to get this done, and she knew he was curious, but she wasn’t up to explaining yet. “Come on, through here.” Liz led him to the Granolith chamber; well what had housed part of the granolith anyways.
Liz let go of Daniel’s hand and stepped toward the controls, this was so much more than they had even known, even when future Max had used it for time travel the potential of the Granolith had remained largely untapped. She had figured out some of it, enough to know she could claim her powers here anyways. She needed Daniel to see what she was capable of, if he wanted to be part of her life, and she really, really wanted him to be in it, he needed to know.
“This is the Granolith, or some of it. This is a…substation, for lack of a better term. It, the Granolith, can be used for many things, and I only know of a few.” Liz felt her palms sweating; when she accepted her seal everything she had ever done would be shown. Her past would be laid out for Daniel to see, every crime, every flaw and sin.
“Liz...” Daniel saw how pale she looked, but she cut him off before he could say anything else.
“I had a dream last night, and I know what I have to do.” Liz stepped closer to the machine and reached out, her hand hovering over it. “I need to embrace the Seal, something I never did the entire time I lived on Antar.” She looked back to Daniel and prayed to ever god and goddess she had ever heard of, be they real or not, that Daniel could accept all that she was and would be.
Burningchaos
Roswell/Stargate SG1 Crossover
Liz/Daniel, Jack/Sam
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: None
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…
Once again, Thanks to Liz Parker Evans for being my beta
Chapter 13
Daniel woke to silence, he was used to the stillness of the desert it had been his home and in many ways always would be. He was born in Egypt, some of his best memories were from his first eight years there, and still even after all this time he missed the large expanses of sand. New Mexico wasn’t Egypt, it wasn’t even Abydos, but it was similar in small ways, which were just enough to cause a small ache of homesickness.
Glancing at his watch Daniel noted how early it was and dressed quickly. He felt the first twinge of caffeine lust rise in him and decided breakfast was in order. Daniel listened for a moment than smiled when he heard nothing coming from Liz’s room, She needed the rest, especially after the emotionally draining day she’d had and decided to bring breakfast back so they could eat it together. He snagged his keys and headed toward the door only to have a white sheet of paper they were sitting on drift down to the floor. Puzzled, he picked it up, and read….
Daniel,
Sorry for sneaking in to leave this, but I didn’t want you to worry. And I knew you would. I woke early and decided to head out to the desert for some ‘exercise’, the kind I couldn’t do here. I am leaving you directions I would really like it if you came out to meet me.
Liz
He glanced over the directions, frowning briefly, and headed out the door. So it was breakfast to go instead.
~*~
Daniel turned off the road and headed toward the outcropping Liz had indicated she would be by. He looked around and couldn’t see a car, for a brief moment he thought he had misread the directions but then noticed a motorcycle off in the distance. He wondered where Liz had gotten it at while pulling up next to the bike. Daniel noticed it was an older model, which Sam would have loved. He paused by the car after he climbed out, completely stunned by what he was seeing.
Liz was moving with a speed he hadn’t thought possible for a human, but than she wasn’t totally human anymore and he kept forgetting that. She was whipping around two cords with slim, lethal blades attached to the ends. It looked like a deadly dance. Her arms crossed over in front of her, she bent back and swirled them over her body. They were over her head, behind her, everywhere. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and just when he had thought she couldn’t do anything else with her weapons, she flipped forward and backwards, she slid down into a split, which really had him thinking about her flexibility for a moment, than dropped them.
She tossed him a grin, like she had known he was there all the time, and started cooling down stretches. Those he at least recognized. He reached in the car and grabbed their drinks before walking closer.
“That was interesting,” Daniel couldn’t keep the awe from his voice, he had seen a lot of warriors in his nine years at the SGC, but what she had just done was beyond what he had ever seen. She had moved with a fluid grace, her body had been in completely tune with her weapons, she was the weapon. Beautiful and deadly, she was a dangerous combination, one he was powerless to resist.
Liz bent down, snagged a towel from the top of her pack, than started to wipe her neck and arms off. She hadn’t been sure he would show up, but she had known the second he arrived, even as focused as she had been while practicing. The more she embraced her powers, the more she became aware of him. He was a beacon, a bright light shining in the dark and he drew her to him. It was different then what she had felt with Max, but equally compelling.
“I learned how to use the sha’ta from Melina. She was one of the few who knew how to use them. ”
Daniel held out the water he had brought her, “Melina?” He couldn’t help but ask, Liz had sounded almost wistful as she spoke the name.
Liz dropped the towel on her bag and reached out for the water, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. “Ah, that is wonderful. Thank you.” Liz frowned for a moment, before bending down and running her free hand over her weapons, as she did they changed back into pieces of ordinary rope. She looked up at him through hooded eyes, “She was my friend and, for a lack of a better word, an assassin. I met her not long after we arrived on Antar.” Sipping her coffee, Liz looked out toward the oddly shaped outcropping, before looking up at him, once again. Talking about Melina hurt, but it was easier in some ways than speaking about what she had to do. It was easier than telling, or showing Daniel why she had asked him here. “I didn’t like being followed around by guards and I didn’t like having to trust people I barely knew with my safety. I wanted to learn to fight because I couldn’t, make that wouldn’t rely on my powers. They were still weak and often unreliable. So, when I met Melina and found out who she was and what she did I asked her to help me. We became friends and she taught me everything she could. I left her behind, I shouldn’t have and that is one of the things I regret most.”
Liz stood quietly for a moment; she missed Melina. She missed her friendship and the implicit trust she’d had for the younger girl. Liz wanted Melina by her side right now; she wanted someone she could talk to who understood the nuances of what she was doing. Liz looked around; she had spent so much time here. She had never thought to return, and she would have never guessed she would for the reason she had.
Daniel waited; any good linguist knew listening was just as essential as talking. He was good at it too, because he also knew that often times silence said more then words ever could and right now Liz was telling him that this place was special to her. Every so often her lips would start to curve into a smile, her dark brown eyes would soften a bit before they darted somewhere else. But the silence stretched out long enough for them to both finish their coffee and he began to worry.
“Liz, are you alright?” She looked up at him as if startled it was almost as if she had been a thousand miles away when he called her name.
Liz turned and motioned toward the outcropping he had noticed earlier, but then it was hard not to see it. “I wanted to bring you here, I wanted you to understand something about who I am and what I will become.” Her voice became softer as she started to walk toward the rocks.
Daniel followed her and faltered for a moment as her words sunk in, “What you will become? Liz I don’t understand…”
Liz glanced at him as she continued to climb, she didn’t say a word, but she did hold out her hand and offer him a reassuring smile. She didn’t know how to say what she needed to say and she couldn’t offer him an explanation, all she could do was show him.
Stepping up to where she stood and was startled when she waved her hand over the rock face and a glowing handprint appeared. He felt oddly detached as he watched her place her hand in it and a door appeared and slid open.
He watched her step inside and turn to him, “Will you come with me?” He looked down to their still joined hands and nodded.
“Liz?” Daniel stopped and looked around; the sight of the cocoons startled him. “What are those?”
“That is where Max and the others were born.” Liz tugged on his hand, she wanted to get this done, and she knew he was curious, but she wasn’t up to explaining yet. “Come on, through here.” Liz led him to the Granolith chamber; well what had housed part of the granolith anyways.
Liz let go of Daniel’s hand and stepped toward the controls, this was so much more than they had even known, even when future Max had used it for time travel the potential of the Granolith had remained largely untapped. She had figured out some of it, enough to know she could claim her powers here anyways. She needed Daniel to see what she was capable of, if he wanted to be part of her life, and she really, really wanted him to be in it, he needed to know.
“This is the Granolith, or some of it. This is a…substation, for lack of a better term. It, the Granolith, can be used for many things, and I only know of a few.” Liz felt her palms sweating; when she accepted her seal everything she had ever done would be shown. Her past would be laid out for Daniel to see, every crime, every flaw and sin.
“Liz...” Daniel saw how pale she looked, but she cut him off before he could say anything else.
“I had a dream last night, and I know what I have to do.” Liz stepped closer to the machine and reached out, her hand hovering over it. “I need to embrace the Seal, something I never did the entire time I lived on Antar.” She looked back to Daniel and prayed to ever god and goddess she had ever heard of, be they real or not, that Daniel could accept all that she was and would be.
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First, I want to say how sorry I am that it took me this long to update. RL fell apart and my muse went on vacation. I will make no promises right now, but I will emphatically say I AM GOING TO FINISH THIS.
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Roswell/Stargate SG1 Crossover
Liz/Daniel, Jack/Sam
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: None
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 14
Daniel looked at the apparently metallic walls. When he stepped through the door, he hadn’t known what to expect. Certainly, not the eerie green lights that had surrounded them as soon as they entered what Liz called the granolith chamber.
The flashing green lights seemed to be scanning him. Swirling around and over him, they fluctuated in color, but always remaining some shade of green. He watched the lights pass over Liz and as they wound their way around her body, the work out clothes she wore morphed into a filmy cream colored dress that hung down to her ankles. Looking down he saw that his clothes had also changed. He smiled briefly, the robes he now wore were a simpler version of what he wore daily on Abydos. Moments after his clothes had changed the lights around him dissipated.
Daniel glanced toward Liz toward only to find the lights encasing her had grown darker and had begun to spin faster and faster. He stepped closer but it seemed as though the lights also acted as a type of force field. He ran his hands along the cool wall of light and noticed Liz had her lips parted and curled up into a smile. She wore what he could only describe as a euphoric expression. What ever she was, experiencing it wasn’t hurting her. Which meant all he could do was wait.
He turned and instantly his eyes were captured by the sight of the large cylinder shaped object in the center of the room. The object appeared to be smooth and metallic. He walked to it and found that is was cool, just like the lights emanating from it. He slowly walked around it searching for symbols or writing that might give him a clue about what was happening. He bent down to look at the bottom when Liz’s touched his shoulder, startling him.
“Daniel,” Her touch was light and her hand caressed his arm as he stood. “I am ready, and I know you have questions.” Liz’s face was a mask of serenity as she spoke, and her tone was almost melodic. It had a very formal feel to it as she continued to speak. “I promise to answer anything you ask after.”
Liz stepped closer to the object, placing her hand on it as she spoke, “This is part of the Granolith. It has had many uses, it was a transporter at one time, another it was a time machine. It’s main propose hasn’t been found. It has also been used in ceremonies like the one I am about to take part in.” He saw Liz falter for a second, “I had never though to do this, but…it seems I have no other recourse.” Liz looked at him again; her brown eyes were swimming in tears. Her pain sliced through him, leaving him breathless.
“Liz, I don’t understand? Why don’t you have any options?” He didn’t like the way she sounded.
“It’s alright, Daniel, this is just something I was supposed to do years ago and refused too.” She smiled again, this time weakly. “It is a mere formality and I promise to explain it all if you still have questions, after.” He knew she was lying, he could feel it.
“Wait,” Daniel reached out his hand to stop her but it was too late. Liz had turned toward the Granolith and placed both her hands on it. Daniel closed his eyes as the lights in the room exploded into a bright almost blinding white light. He could hear a murmuring; it’s tone almost to low to hear. It slowly grew louder and louder.
“You must look,” A gentle hand lifted his chin. “You must bare witness to the claiming.” Daniel opened his eyes and saw a tall blonde girl in front of him. She was standing in front of the man he had seen in Liz’s mind and there was another darker haired man with them. “You must bare witness, and Liz has chosen you for the task. What you see here is her past. The things she must leave behind. We are her past,” The girl gestured to the man with her. “Max, Michael and I are here to help her, to guide her.”
The names spoken startled Daniel, “Wait…” but Max interrupted him.
“Yes, in life I was Liz’s husband. Isabel,” Max gestured the woman who had been speaking, “and Michael were her family.” Daniel watched the trio become less insubstantial as they spoke. Now it almost seemed as if they were standing in the room with them. Michael stepped forward; he briefly touched Liz’s hair before standing next to him.
“This will not be easy. Liz’s memories of Antar are far from pleasant, and despite all you have seen there are many things you might find offensive.”
“Are you willing?” Daniel looked to Isabel as she spoke, once more. He couldn’t help but think that she must have been a stunning woman while alive.
“Yes,” Daniel didn’t even hesitate.
Max, Isabel and Michael nodded as one and the world went gray.
~*~
Max’s body lay in state. The great hall was empty and the silence echoed through out the room. Isabel had her hand pressed to her mouth, her red-rimmed eyes still flooded with tears. Kyle’s arms were wrapped around her waist supporting her. Michael stared grimly at the seal on the palm of his hand, while Maria buried her face in his shoulder.
This was the beginning of the end.
~*~
Liz stumbled through the tunnel the brutality of what she had just seen lingered. She was going to kill them all. Khivar’s elite core had destroyed innocents. Children. Pre-schoolers. Her clothes were still stiff, still stained with their blood.
She and Max had fought over this, endlessly. Repeatedly she had refused to become a weapon for him, yet here she was. Doing exactly what she swore she would never do. It was for the right reasons though, small comfort that was.
Liz crept through the opening, silently, Melina would be proud. She watched them, laughing and celebrating their victory. Anger burned through her like acid. It fuelled her, as did the grief for the children she had read to and played with everyday.
She crept down to where they all sat her body and mind going numb. Only her will remained. Stealthy moving in, Liz took two, her stomach heaving at the sight. The next three were even easier. As were the next two. As she stood in the middle of their camp, their blood mingled with the children’s she felt no remorse. It was war, and she was no longer going to sit on the sidelines.
~*~
Liz sat silently while she watched Michael ordering the troops and with each word, the shadows around his eyes darkened. He was King, King of a world that had destroyed his family. A world that wanted him even less than they had wanted Max. He had begged Liz to take up the mantle, pleaded with her. It was not something Michael would do lightly. His heart wasn’t in this battle, it had died with Maria.
The men slowly filtered out of the room and Liz watched Michael wilt, he had lost his will. She needed him, to stay alive, to be strong and not leave her. It was cold, her desire. It wasn’t the passion she had felt for Max in the beginning. It wasn’t like the mellow love they had shared before falling apart. This was calculating, and manipulative.
She stood and meandered her way to him, dragging her hand across the smooth marble table. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had been married, but that wasn’t how she had learned to seduce. Melina had taught her that too. A good assassin used all their assets She wasn’t going to kill Michael, she was going to help him.
Liz ran her hand up his arm, she watched his pupils dilate before leaning over, “Michael, you look tense. Let me help you.” She saw a fleeting look of panic flash across features. He was going to protest, but Liz knew she couldn’t let him. She slipped onto his lap and stroked his face, “Please,” she let her voice break, just enough, before leaning down to kiss him.
“Liz, we can’t…” Michael grabbed her arms, but she leaned in, again, this time laying her head on his shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt him giving in, and instead of triumph, Liz felt dirtier than she ever had.
~*~
Liz stood alone.
She was empty.
Her soul lost.
She was waiting to be re-born.
Daniel watched a thousand memories, some good, and some bad. Many were terrible. He had been to countless worlds and hadn’t seen half of what Liz had. He had never even come close to doing the things she done. Jack and Teal’c might have.
“Will you take this burden?” Isabel’s voice startled him, “Will you be the keeper of these memories?” Her eyes were wide and Daniel felt as if she were reaching into his soul. He hesitated, could he live with this knowledge and if he agreed what did that mean.
“If I accept what does that mean?” Daniel looked over at Liz, her body still awash with light. She looked so young, to young to have done the things he had seen. She wasn’t Shar’e, and she wasn’t like Keria. There was no one he could compare her to, not even Sam. “What happens to her if I do?”
Michael stepped forward, “She claims the seal. Become Queen, in fact, instead of in name. She will have access to all the power of Antar. The Granolith will allow her access. She can save Maria.”
“Wait,” Daniel’s mind shorted out, “Maria? I thought she was dead. All the power of Antar?”
“Maria isn’t dead, Khivar is holding her prisoner.” Max looked at him with gentle eyes, for a moment Daniel wondered if he had been as caring while he was alive.
“Antar is where our power comes from, be we are hybrids. We couldn’t access all of it. Khivar can’t because he lacks the seal. Liz isn’t a hybrid, she isn’t an alien. She is something else entirely. If she takes the seal there will be nothing that can stop her.” Isabel threw a worried look toward Liz. “If you chose to be the keeper it will fall to you to stop her from crossing the line. You will be her life-line.”
Michael walked over to Liz, he reached into the light and brushed a thumb over her cheek. “You have seen all she has done, and you have seen what she can do. Liz will always do what is necessary, despite what is costs her. No matter what it cost those around her.”
“Do you accept this charter? Will you be Liz’s keeper?” Max started at him, his words ripping into him. Frantically his mind weighed the options, and he chose.
“I will.”
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Roswell/Stargate SG1 Crossover
Liz/Daniel, Jack/Sam
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: None
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 14
Daniel looked at the apparently metallic walls. When he stepped through the door, he hadn’t known what to expect. Certainly, not the eerie green lights that had surrounded them as soon as they entered what Liz called the granolith chamber.
The flashing green lights seemed to be scanning him. Swirling around and over him, they fluctuated in color, but always remaining some shade of green. He watched the lights pass over Liz and as they wound their way around her body, the work out clothes she wore morphed into a filmy cream colored dress that hung down to her ankles. Looking down he saw that his clothes had also changed. He smiled briefly, the robes he now wore were a simpler version of what he wore daily on Abydos. Moments after his clothes had changed the lights around him dissipated.
Daniel glanced toward Liz toward only to find the lights encasing her had grown darker and had begun to spin faster and faster. He stepped closer but it seemed as though the lights also acted as a type of force field. He ran his hands along the cool wall of light and noticed Liz had her lips parted and curled up into a smile. She wore what he could only describe as a euphoric expression. What ever she was, experiencing it wasn’t hurting her. Which meant all he could do was wait.
He turned and instantly his eyes were captured by the sight of the large cylinder shaped object in the center of the room. The object appeared to be smooth and metallic. He walked to it and found that is was cool, just like the lights emanating from it. He slowly walked around it searching for symbols or writing that might give him a clue about what was happening. He bent down to look at the bottom when Liz’s touched his shoulder, startling him.
“Daniel,” Her touch was light and her hand caressed his arm as he stood. “I am ready, and I know you have questions.” Liz’s face was a mask of serenity as she spoke, and her tone was almost melodic. It had a very formal feel to it as she continued to speak. “I promise to answer anything you ask after.”
Liz stepped closer to the object, placing her hand on it as she spoke, “This is part of the Granolith. It has had many uses, it was a transporter at one time, another it was a time machine. It’s main propose hasn’t been found. It has also been used in ceremonies like the one I am about to take part in.” He saw Liz falter for a second, “I had never though to do this, but…it seems I have no other recourse.” Liz looked at him again; her brown eyes were swimming in tears. Her pain sliced through him, leaving him breathless.
“Liz, I don’t understand? Why don’t you have any options?” He didn’t like the way she sounded.
“It’s alright, Daniel, this is just something I was supposed to do years ago and refused too.” She smiled again, this time weakly. “It is a mere formality and I promise to explain it all if you still have questions, after.” He knew she was lying, he could feel it.
“Wait,” Daniel reached out his hand to stop her but it was too late. Liz had turned toward the Granolith and placed both her hands on it. Daniel closed his eyes as the lights in the room exploded into a bright almost blinding white light. He could hear a murmuring; it’s tone almost to low to hear. It slowly grew louder and louder.
“You must look,” A gentle hand lifted his chin. “You must bare witness to the claiming.” Daniel opened his eyes and saw a tall blonde girl in front of him. She was standing in front of the man he had seen in Liz’s mind and there was another darker haired man with them. “You must bare witness, and Liz has chosen you for the task. What you see here is her past. The things she must leave behind. We are her past,” The girl gestured to the man with her. “Max, Michael and I are here to help her, to guide her.”
The names spoken startled Daniel, “Wait…” but Max interrupted him.
“Yes, in life I was Liz’s husband. Isabel,” Max gestured the woman who had been speaking, “and Michael were her family.” Daniel watched the trio become less insubstantial as they spoke. Now it almost seemed as if they were standing in the room with them. Michael stepped forward; he briefly touched Liz’s hair before standing next to him.
“This will not be easy. Liz’s memories of Antar are far from pleasant, and despite all you have seen there are many things you might find offensive.”
“Are you willing?” Daniel looked to Isabel as she spoke, once more. He couldn’t help but think that she must have been a stunning woman while alive.
“Yes,” Daniel didn’t even hesitate.
Max, Isabel and Michael nodded as one and the world went gray.
~*~
Max’s body lay in state. The great hall was empty and the silence echoed through out the room. Isabel had her hand pressed to her mouth, her red-rimmed eyes still flooded with tears. Kyle’s arms were wrapped around her waist supporting her. Michael stared grimly at the seal on the palm of his hand, while Maria buried her face in his shoulder.
This was the beginning of the end.
~*~
Liz stumbled through the tunnel the brutality of what she had just seen lingered. She was going to kill them all. Khivar’s elite core had destroyed innocents. Children. Pre-schoolers. Her clothes were still stiff, still stained with their blood.
She and Max had fought over this, endlessly. Repeatedly she had refused to become a weapon for him, yet here she was. Doing exactly what she swore she would never do. It was for the right reasons though, small comfort that was.
Liz crept through the opening, silently, Melina would be proud. She watched them, laughing and celebrating their victory. Anger burned through her like acid. It fuelled her, as did the grief for the children she had read to and played with everyday.
She crept down to where they all sat her body and mind going numb. Only her will remained. Stealthy moving in, Liz took two, her stomach heaving at the sight. The next three were even easier. As were the next two. As she stood in the middle of their camp, their blood mingled with the children’s she felt no remorse. It was war, and she was no longer going to sit on the sidelines.
~*~
Liz sat silently while she watched Michael ordering the troops and with each word, the shadows around his eyes darkened. He was King, King of a world that had destroyed his family. A world that wanted him even less than they had wanted Max. He had begged Liz to take up the mantle, pleaded with her. It was not something Michael would do lightly. His heart wasn’t in this battle, it had died with Maria.
The men slowly filtered out of the room and Liz watched Michael wilt, he had lost his will. She needed him, to stay alive, to be strong and not leave her. It was cold, her desire. It wasn’t the passion she had felt for Max in the beginning. It wasn’t like the mellow love they had shared before falling apart. This was calculating, and manipulative.
She stood and meandered her way to him, dragging her hand across the smooth marble table. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had been married, but that wasn’t how she had learned to seduce. Melina had taught her that too. A good assassin used all their assets She wasn’t going to kill Michael, she was going to help him.
Liz ran her hand up his arm, she watched his pupils dilate before leaning over, “Michael, you look tense. Let me help you.” She saw a fleeting look of panic flash across features. He was going to protest, but Liz knew she couldn’t let him. She slipped onto his lap and stroked his face, “Please,” she let her voice break, just enough, before leaning down to kiss him.
“Liz, we can’t…” Michael grabbed her arms, but she leaned in, again, this time laying her head on his shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt him giving in, and instead of triumph, Liz felt dirtier than she ever had.
~*~
Liz stood alone.
She was empty.
Her soul lost.
She was waiting to be re-born.
Daniel watched a thousand memories, some good, and some bad. Many were terrible. He had been to countless worlds and hadn’t seen half of what Liz had. He had never even come close to doing the things she done. Jack and Teal’c might have.
“Will you take this burden?” Isabel’s voice startled him, “Will you be the keeper of these memories?” Her eyes were wide and Daniel felt as if she were reaching into his soul. He hesitated, could he live with this knowledge and if he agreed what did that mean.
“If I accept what does that mean?” Daniel looked over at Liz, her body still awash with light. She looked so young, to young to have done the things he had seen. She wasn’t Shar’e, and she wasn’t like Keria. There was no one he could compare her to, not even Sam. “What happens to her if I do?”
Michael stepped forward, “She claims the seal. Become Queen, in fact, instead of in name. She will have access to all the power of Antar. The Granolith will allow her access. She can save Maria.”
“Wait,” Daniel’s mind shorted out, “Maria? I thought she was dead. All the power of Antar?”
“Maria isn’t dead, Khivar is holding her prisoner.” Max looked at him with gentle eyes, for a moment Daniel wondered if he had been as caring while he was alive.
“Antar is where our power comes from, be we are hybrids. We couldn’t access all of it. Khivar can’t because he lacks the seal. Liz isn’t a hybrid, she isn’t an alien. She is something else entirely. If she takes the seal there will be nothing that can stop her.” Isabel threw a worried look toward Liz. “If you chose to be the keeper it will fall to you to stop her from crossing the line. You will be her life-line.”
Michael walked over to Liz, he reached into the light and brushed a thumb over her cheek. “You have seen all she has done, and you have seen what she can do. Liz will always do what is necessary, despite what is costs her. No matter what it cost those around her.”
“Do you accept this charter? Will you be Liz’s keeper?” Max started at him, his words ripping into him. Frantically his mind weighed the options, and he chose.
“I will.”
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Chapter 15
What Lies Ahead
Burningchaos
Roswell/Stargate SG1 Crossover
Liz/Daniel, Jack/Sam
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: None
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 15
Max reached out and touched Daniel’s forehead and his mind exploded. Liz’s memories mingled with his. Max could see every facet, every thought, and every feeling that Daniel had ever had.
He could hear Max’s voice, in his head. “I see why Liz chose you. You are strong enough to keep her from falling. You have more strength than you think.” Daniel felt a something being pulled from him it was twisted and molded before it was returned. He couldn’t even explain what it was; he just knew it was happening.
Isabel’s hands joined Max’s, as did Michael’s their voices blended as they spoke in a language he couldn’t understand. It was melodic and soothing he opened his eyes and saw the green lights around them fading into a blinding white before dispersing.
He fell to his knees, and watched Liz crumble to the ground with a soft thud before he could even think of catching her. Daniel felt his body trembling as he dragged himself across the floor. He reached Liz; she was so pale her hair was like a streak of paint on a canvas. She leaned her head into his touch, her eyes fluttering open as she sighed.
“Daniel?” It was more of a question than a declaration. “Oh, god, Daniel.” Her eyes were becoming glassy as tears began spilling out and running down her cheeks.
“Shhh, it’s alright.” Daniel honestly didn’t know why she was crying, he just knew it was ripping him apart.
“I would have never asked you if I had known.” Liz reached up and covered his hand with her own. I would have never asked.”
“Asked what? Me to be your guardian?” Daniel was confused, but than he had been since the moment he’d met Liz. I could have said no.”
“I know, but I would have never…it isn’t fair. Now you have no choice. It will never go away.” Liz started to sit up and as she did Daniel realized their clothes were now the same ones they’d worn when they entered.
“Liz, I don’t understand.” She turned her hands over and there were points of light. They formed a triangle on one and on the other was something that almost looked like a gate symbol. “These...” She turned his hands over and there were matching symbols only in reverse.
“This…I don’t know how to explain it.”
Daniel moved closer and wrapped himself around her. Liz shuddered and curled into his body resting her head on his shoulder. “Take your time. Maybe you can tell me about Maria first and why they said she needed to be rescued?”
He felt Liz shiver again as she buried her face in his neck for a moment. “I was … Nicholas constructed a dream for me last night. I was back in the place, in the throne room, talking to Khivar. Maria was there, her mind erased, pregnant and, god, if I had only known. He acted as if he owned her.” Liz shuddered again. “She is carrying his child. He claims he’ll trade her for the keys to the Granolith but I know he won’t, he would never trade his child away.”
Daniel was stunned. He had heard so much about Liz friends and he had seen them as she saw them. The way Maria laughed and smiled tumbled through his mind. Max had given him this, he knew everything about Liz now. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that some of the things she had done were beyond the scope of his imagination.
“I wanted the power to save her, I wanted it, and I have it.” Liz’s voice took on an odd tone. It was as though she was talking to herself, she repeated the words repeatedly. “I wanted the power to save her, I wanted it, and I have it.”
“Liz!” Daniel shook her shoulder desperate to snap her out of her daze. “Liz!”
Liz snapped her head up almost cracking him on the chin. “I’m alright, I’m fine.” Daniel didn’t believe her. She was still shaking and now her skin was pale and cold, while her lips were tinged blue.
“Come on we need to get you out of here.” Daniel stood up in one fluid motion and pulled Liz to her feet at the same time.
“Wait, I need to explain something else.” Liz trembled visibly. “I know I’ve said this but I really would have never brought you if I known.” Liz reached out and turned their hands over again. “These symbols…” Liz hesitated, closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and continuing. “Do you feel the soft hum in the back of your mind? A buzz that almost sounds like electric.”
Daniel stared at her for a moment before closing his eyes. He didn’t even have to search for it. It was there, a gentle persistent hum. It was almost soothing. “Yes, but what is it?” Daniel had to admit he was tired of being confused, but he quelled his frustration and waited for Liz to answer. She was looking at their hands again. Shock reverberated through him when she looked him in the eye. Her eyes were no longer brown. Her iris and pupil were as one, black as midnight.
“They, Max, forged a connection between us. Much like the one he and I shared, except as we become accustomed to it you will be able to sense how I am feeling.” Liz dropped his hands and turned away. She wrapped her arms around herself much in the way he use to. “Daniel, it is a permanent connection. It will always be there, no matter what happens. Soon your new gift will allow you to see the pain of others. It will allow you to heal their minds and sprits. Your mind is organized and you innate kindness is why they forced this on you. I knew that there would be a connection but I had thought it would be a temporary one. I had no idea this would have a lasting effect on your life.” He had thought he was shocked before. It had been a mere flicker of what he felt now. He couldn’t even grasp what he was feeling other than that.
Liz turned and looked at him. Her sorrow and contrition were easy to see. “I am truly sorry.” She looked away once more before walking out. He had nothing to say. Nothing at all. Liz seemed to be able to leave him speechless at every turn.
Jack smiled at Sam he hope it hid all the confusion and terror he was hiding. He had held his feelings in check for so long the exposing them almost seemed like a crime. Dinner conversation had been tense and a bit terse at first. He had told Sam to call him Jack so many times he thought he should just record it and play it back every two minutes. Than dinner was over, dessert was half eaten, and he still hadn’t even touched the reason he’d asked Sam out to dinner.
He could see the tension in her face and demeanor despite the laughter. It was time, God help him. He reached out and hesitantly covered her hand.
“Sam, I, ah, have something to tell you.” Damn, he hated the look on her face. Hesitant, nervous. Sam was one of the most competent women he knew. Smart, good in the field a great leader and 2IC. Her beauty had sunned him the second she walked into the room almost ten tears ago, but at the same time she reminded him so much of how Sara had been when they’d met it hurt. That was the first thing that had made him step back, the next was she was under his command.
It hadn’t help. Not in the least. He was head over heels in love with her. He had hid it for so long that it was second nature. He had been trying to think of what to say again as he thought and Sam had slow withdrawn her hand out from under his.
“After we settle this situation with Liz I am gong to retire.” Pain flashed across Sam’s face. Damn it he fucked up again. “Sam, it’s ….’Jack swore aloud when his work cell rang. They wouldn’t call unless it was an emergency.
“What?” Jack practically snarled into the phone.
“Sir, SG-7 has returned. Fredrick’s, Judson are dead and Doctor Reynolds’s is in critical condition. Lt. Forest is severally injured but expected to make it.”
“Shit. All right I’m on my way.” Jack looked up at Sam and she had crawled back behind her ‘work’ mask. Jack snagged his jacket and shrugged it on.
“Sir?” Damn back to that already, at work yes but here alone they were going to have to work on that.
“Fredrick’s and Judson are dead.” Sam went pale she nodded slowly. She didn’t say a word as she grabbed her jacket and followed his back to the SGC.
Khivar laughed as Nicholas told him of the message he had sent to the pathetic forces of Earth had humored him. It had also returned Nicholas to his good graces, at least to some extent.
He looked down at his concubine. She was radiant and he had to admit he wasn’t completely indifferent to her. Not to mention she was the mother of his heir. He didn’t intend to trade her away and if that half-breed bitch thought otherwise she was sadly mistaken. Soon he would have everything he wanted. The masses would fall before him and the mere thought of that had him dragging Maria from her position on the floor and crushing her lips beneath his.
“Khivar.” Maria shuddered. Her body and mind betrayed her. There was a small sliver of her former self buried deep within her. It was slowly fading away. She sigh as Khivar reach into her dress and caressed her breast. “My Lord, Please…”
“Yes, my pretty one, lets go to bed.” Khivar smiled as he led her away. She belong to him and soon everything else would too.
Burningchaos
Roswell/Stargate SG1 Crossover
Liz/Daniel, Jack/Sam
Rated M for Mature, some sexual content, language etc.
Warnings: None
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 15
Max reached out and touched Daniel’s forehead and his mind exploded. Liz’s memories mingled with his. Max could see every facet, every thought, and every feeling that Daniel had ever had.
He could hear Max’s voice, in his head. “I see why Liz chose you. You are strong enough to keep her from falling. You have more strength than you think.” Daniel felt a something being pulled from him it was twisted and molded before it was returned. He couldn’t even explain what it was; he just knew it was happening.
Isabel’s hands joined Max’s, as did Michael’s their voices blended as they spoke in a language he couldn’t understand. It was melodic and soothing he opened his eyes and saw the green lights around them fading into a blinding white before dispersing.
He fell to his knees, and watched Liz crumble to the ground with a soft thud before he could even think of catching her. Daniel felt his body trembling as he dragged himself across the floor. He reached Liz; she was so pale her hair was like a streak of paint on a canvas. She leaned her head into his touch, her eyes fluttering open as she sighed.
“Daniel?” It was more of a question than a declaration. “Oh, god, Daniel.” Her eyes were becoming glassy as tears began spilling out and running down her cheeks.
“Shhh, it’s alright.” Daniel honestly didn’t know why she was crying, he just knew it was ripping him apart.
“I would have never asked you if I had known.” Liz reached up and covered his hand with her own. I would have never asked.”
“Asked what? Me to be your guardian?” Daniel was confused, but than he had been since the moment he’d met Liz. I could have said no.”
“I know, but I would have never…it isn’t fair. Now you have no choice. It will never go away.” Liz started to sit up and as she did Daniel realized their clothes were now the same ones they’d worn when they entered.
“Liz, I don’t understand.” She turned her hands over and there were points of light. They formed a triangle on one and on the other was something that almost looked like a gate symbol. “These...” She turned his hands over and there were matching symbols only in reverse.
“This…I don’t know how to explain it.”
Daniel moved closer and wrapped himself around her. Liz shuddered and curled into his body resting her head on his shoulder. “Take your time. Maybe you can tell me about Maria first and why they said she needed to be rescued?”
He felt Liz shiver again as she buried her face in his neck for a moment. “I was … Nicholas constructed a dream for me last night. I was back in the place, in the throne room, talking to Khivar. Maria was there, her mind erased, pregnant and, god, if I had only known. He acted as if he owned her.” Liz shuddered again. “She is carrying his child. He claims he’ll trade her for the keys to the Granolith but I know he won’t, he would never trade his child away.”
Daniel was stunned. He had heard so much about Liz friends and he had seen them as she saw them. The way Maria laughed and smiled tumbled through his mind. Max had given him this, he knew everything about Liz now. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that some of the things she had done were beyond the scope of his imagination.
“I wanted the power to save her, I wanted it, and I have it.” Liz’s voice took on an odd tone. It was as though she was talking to herself, she repeated the words repeatedly. “I wanted the power to save her, I wanted it, and I have it.”
“Liz!” Daniel shook her shoulder desperate to snap her out of her daze. “Liz!”
Liz snapped her head up almost cracking him on the chin. “I’m alright, I’m fine.” Daniel didn’t believe her. She was still shaking and now her skin was pale and cold, while her lips were tinged blue.
“Come on we need to get you out of here.” Daniel stood up in one fluid motion and pulled Liz to her feet at the same time.
“Wait, I need to explain something else.” Liz trembled visibly. “I know I’ve said this but I really would have never brought you if I known.” Liz reached out and turned their hands over again. “These symbols…” Liz hesitated, closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and continuing. “Do you feel the soft hum in the back of your mind? A buzz that almost sounds like electric.”
Daniel stared at her for a moment before closing his eyes. He didn’t even have to search for it. It was there, a gentle persistent hum. It was almost soothing. “Yes, but what is it?” Daniel had to admit he was tired of being confused, but he quelled his frustration and waited for Liz to answer. She was looking at their hands again. Shock reverberated through him when she looked him in the eye. Her eyes were no longer brown. Her iris and pupil were as one, black as midnight.
“They, Max, forged a connection between us. Much like the one he and I shared, except as we become accustomed to it you will be able to sense how I am feeling.” Liz dropped his hands and turned away. She wrapped her arms around herself much in the way he use to. “Daniel, it is a permanent connection. It will always be there, no matter what happens. Soon your new gift will allow you to see the pain of others. It will allow you to heal their minds and sprits. Your mind is organized and you innate kindness is why they forced this on you. I knew that there would be a connection but I had thought it would be a temporary one. I had no idea this would have a lasting effect on your life.” He had thought he was shocked before. It had been a mere flicker of what he felt now. He couldn’t even grasp what he was feeling other than that.
Liz turned and looked at him. Her sorrow and contrition were easy to see. “I am truly sorry.” She looked away once more before walking out. He had nothing to say. Nothing at all. Liz seemed to be able to leave him speechless at every turn.
Jack smiled at Sam he hope it hid all the confusion and terror he was hiding. He had held his feelings in check for so long the exposing them almost seemed like a crime. Dinner conversation had been tense and a bit terse at first. He had told Sam to call him Jack so many times he thought he should just record it and play it back every two minutes. Than dinner was over, dessert was half eaten, and he still hadn’t even touched the reason he’d asked Sam out to dinner.
He could see the tension in her face and demeanor despite the laughter. It was time, God help him. He reached out and hesitantly covered her hand.
“Sam, I, ah, have something to tell you.” Damn, he hated the look on her face. Hesitant, nervous. Sam was one of the most competent women he knew. Smart, good in the field a great leader and 2IC. Her beauty had sunned him the second she walked into the room almost ten tears ago, but at the same time she reminded him so much of how Sara had been when they’d met it hurt. That was the first thing that had made him step back, the next was she was under his command.
It hadn’t help. Not in the least. He was head over heels in love with her. He had hid it for so long that it was second nature. He had been trying to think of what to say again as he thought and Sam had slow withdrawn her hand out from under his.
“After we settle this situation with Liz I am gong to retire.” Pain flashed across Sam’s face. Damn it he fucked up again. “Sam, it’s ….’Jack swore aloud when his work cell rang. They wouldn’t call unless it was an emergency.
“What?” Jack practically snarled into the phone.
“Sir, SG-7 has returned. Fredrick’s, Judson are dead and Doctor Reynolds’s is in critical condition. Lt. Forest is severally injured but expected to make it.”
“Shit. All right I’m on my way.” Jack looked up at Sam and she had crawled back behind her ‘work’ mask. Jack snagged his jacket and shrugged it on.
“Sir?” Damn back to that already, at work yes but here alone they were going to have to work on that.
“Fredrick’s and Judson are dead.” Sam went pale she nodded slowly. She didn’t say a word as she grabbed her jacket and followed his back to the SGC.
Khivar laughed as Nicholas told him of the message he had sent to the pathetic forces of Earth had humored him. It had also returned Nicholas to his good graces, at least to some extent.
He looked down at his concubine. She was radiant and he had to admit he wasn’t completely indifferent to her. Not to mention she was the mother of his heir. He didn’t intend to trade her away and if that half-breed bitch thought otherwise she was sadly mistaken. Soon he would have everything he wanted. The masses would fall before him and the mere thought of that had him dragging Maria from her position on the floor and crushing her lips beneath his.
“Khivar.” Maria shuddered. Her body and mind betrayed her. There was a small sliver of her former self buried deep within her. It was slowly fading away. She sigh as Khivar reach into her dress and caressed her breast. “My Lord, Please…”
“Yes, my pretty one, lets go to bed.” Khivar smiled as he led her away. She belong to him and soon everything else would too.
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