Disclaimer:- I don't own Stargate. Or anything remotely Naquadah based in origin. Unfortunately.

Setting:- After everything - Ark of Truth, Continuum, everything. So there may be spoilers. For everything.

Prologue

Jonas Quinn walked into one of the new laboratories in the recently constructed Kelownan Institute of Science and Astrophysics. He smiled as he looked around the clean and shiny room with all of it's new, state of the art equipment. Most of it had been acquired courtesy of the SGC – Jonas sighed gently as he remembered his days as a member of SG-1. He loved his work on Kelowna, including the occasions when he was required to intermediate between the now-much-friendlier-towards-each-other factions on his home planet. But there were still times, all these years later, when a sudden burst of nostalgia would overcome him as he thought of his Tau'ri friends. He had loved every exciting minute of the time that he had spent with O'Neill, Carter and Teal'c.

He shook his head, trying to shift this attack of the doldrums, and moved over to where his current experiments were spread out on the desk.

Colonel Samantha Carter had come to Kelowna with a package of the small, golden crystals which the team had brought back from Kallios Lucem after their excursion to the City of Light, some months previously. Apparently the gems were named Aureoques.

The scientist, very carefully, had been trying to harness the potential – he had previously discovered, with the help of some intel from Vala of all people, that the crystals emitted a bright white destructive energy beam when combined with Naquadria. A new paint job on General Landry's office ceiling had been required after a very small experiment at the SGC several months earlier. Jonas chuckled when he remembered the look on the General's face.

An hour or so passed as the scientist worked quietly by himself, his assistant only drifting in and out with forms to sign and deliveries to put away. Eventually the bell rang to signify the end of another working day – Jonas bid goodnight to his assistant and several other staff before carrying on with what he was writing. He thought about contacting Sam Carter, just to check over some of his calculations and results – perhaps he'd try and organise something tomorrow. He put down his pen, took off his safety spectacles and carefully put the Aureoques' back in the small black safe where they were kept. As he turned away the door of his lab flew back hard upon it's hinges.

"Hey!" Jonas began, before a shot from a Zat gun hit him square in the chest and he dropped like a stone. Three men entered the lab – two bound the scientist and pulled a hood over his head while the other looked carelessly at his notes and calculations but paid no further interest to them. Instead he took the thick, silver-lined gloves which lay on the desk, put them on, then gathered together the three small pots of Naquadria, placed them in a small case and locked it.

Once he'd gathered all that he wanted he nodded to the other two.

"Come on – we're finished here. Back to the ship."

Jonas moaned from under the hood – one of the thugs punched him hard in the head. He stumbled and sank to his knees again.

"Great!" the lead bandit smacked his associate hard with the little case. "Well, now you're going to have to carry him!"

Swearing, the two henchmen dragged the scientist to his feet and out of the door, followed by their buddy. Jonas, once in the corridor, affected a stumble. It was difficult, from underneath the hood, to estimate where he was, but once he bumped against the wall he felt what he needed. Before the intruders could react he'd drawn back and smacked his head hard into the fire alarm outside the door.

Two seconds later and poor Jonas was properly out cold – a right hook to his chin from the leader of the intruders took him down in an instant. They managed to drag him quickly to the stairwell and away to their ship, but the security guards were descending on the lab from all directions. Their clear getaway had been ruined. The authorities were alerted. The bandits had been banking on no-one realising that Jonas was gone until the following morning

He might have just bought himself enough time for someone to effect a rescue mission. Someone - like his friends back at the SGC.

TBC...