Disclaimer: Don't own Stargate SG1 or its characters - if I did I would be
somewhere funky and sunny writing this - with a sea view.
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Jonas Quinn sat down at one of the empty tables in the canteen, he had his
pick there was no one else there, and pondered on the roller coaster ride
of these past few months; The Prophecy, The eye of Ra, the trapped spirit
of Anubis, the lost city of the ancients and Dr Jackson.
Daniel Jackson was back and carrying the baggage of being set adrift by those who aspire to a higher level of existence, those who aspire to became ancients. He knew Dr Jackson had changed, he could see it in those around him, in the eyes of the rest of SG1 and he could feel it deep in Daniel's soul; the destruction of Abydos, the pain, the guilt, the being caught between two ideals, between two worlds and the loss of knowledge and understanding that ascension had brought him. There was an emptiness about the man, a shadow of sorrow that Jonas knew all about and could understand.
Jonas looked at his watch; SG1 had been in conference with the Tok'ra for about an hour, he wondered how things were going, their last meeting had got quite heated but then again feelings were running high. Over the last week the Tok'ra had lost several key personnel as Anubis strengthen his position over the remaining system lords like a dark ocean drowning the universe. No one had slept much; they had all thrown themselves into finding this lost city as if it was their last chance, their last stand against the tyranny of the Goa'uld.
Jonas was helping translate the text they had found in the pyramid, the symbols raced through his mind daily, he felt the answer was within his touch, stalking him so he could almost sense their meaning and then disappearing into a heavy cloud of despair. Dr Jackson felt it more, the despair, aware that he could of helped them make sense of this mystifying plaque before Abydos and the torment of this was wounding his heart.
He closed his eyes and let his mind stretch around the empty canteen. He knew he could do more to help, he knew he was ready; he knew there was more to him than the alien with the instant smile.
Jonas had a secret.
Daniel Jackson was back and carrying the baggage of being set adrift by those who aspire to a higher level of existence, those who aspire to became ancients. He knew Dr Jackson had changed, he could see it in those around him, in the eyes of the rest of SG1 and he could feel it deep in Daniel's soul; the destruction of Abydos, the pain, the guilt, the being caught between two ideals, between two worlds and the loss of knowledge and understanding that ascension had brought him. There was an emptiness about the man, a shadow of sorrow that Jonas knew all about and could understand.
Jonas looked at his watch; SG1 had been in conference with the Tok'ra for about an hour, he wondered how things were going, their last meeting had got quite heated but then again feelings were running high. Over the last week the Tok'ra had lost several key personnel as Anubis strengthen his position over the remaining system lords like a dark ocean drowning the universe. No one had slept much; they had all thrown themselves into finding this lost city as if it was their last chance, their last stand against the tyranny of the Goa'uld.
Jonas was helping translate the text they had found in the pyramid, the symbols raced through his mind daily, he felt the answer was within his touch, stalking him so he could almost sense their meaning and then disappearing into a heavy cloud of despair. Dr Jackson felt it more, the despair, aware that he could of helped them make sense of this mystifying plaque before Abydos and the torment of this was wounding his heart.
He closed his eyes and let his mind stretch around the empty canteen. He knew he could do more to help, he knew he was ready; he knew there was more to him than the alien with the instant smile.
Jonas had a secret.