A:N: I've been wanting to do a Stargate: Atlantis fic but in order to do that I need to finish this one. Revised and chapters are shorter but story is still longer than hell. Enjoy and review. I love reviews.

Thanks to the original reviewers: kt, LJQ, Aelan Greenleaf, and JonasFan.

Chapter One

Dangerous Child

Jackson walked along the long white sandy beach. He could see the ocean to one side; endless waves crashed against the coast. It had to be close to dawn or dusk. He couldn't be sure which. Darkness covered the sky to the east but he knew he wasn't on earth for the plants that grew on the beach where of none earth could produce.

To his other side was also a vast jungle. Trees taller than anything he had ever seen even in the Amazon. Bizarre trees with twists and turns throughout the array trunks and branches. He could hear no sounds coming from the jungle. All he could hear was the sound of the waves crashing onto the sand was all he could hear.

Everything else was silent.

His gaze turned to the water.

He felt his jaw drop as he stared onto the most beautiful city he had ever seen. The sheer size of it was beyond amazing. The tallest tower stood far beyond that of the Eiffel tower's peak. It was a marvel to behold; the roofs of the buildings were a strange metallic turquoise that gave an eerie yet beautiful glow from the sunlight striking it.

The sun was setting or rising behind the magnificent city. The buildings walls were a tan in color in the sunlight. No walls for protection though, nothing like a fortress just a city. But he could see strange beasts, serpent like in a way appearing from the water then disappearing. In the sky several dragon like animals flew around the tall towers.

Even from how far away he was he could see clearly that the animals were not alone. Something rode them. They looked like people to him.

He watched the huge dragon like beast, their wings spread across the sky. Hundreds of them, and on each ones back was a person. Mostly males, he had seen several females but not many. Their ears were longer than any humans, by several inches longer and pointed. Faces covered in war paint. Dark red, perhaps it was blood.

Then he heard the sound of galloping. Huge war horses decked out in armor as well as their riders, galloped past Jackson from huge ships that ran a ground on the beach. They were from the same clan. This he knew from the dark red war paint.

They were not alone though. Not the only things running beside them onto whatever it was. A battle from the looks of it, all the armor and war paint. Beside the horses were creatures that had the body build like a large cheetah, a slender beast, but its flesh was nothing but scales. Its head, long and sleek, from the back of its skull protruded two long antelope like horns. The long eared people too were riding them, each one decorated in elaborate paint and armor that ranged from bronze to gold and silver.

Jackson turned towards were they were headed straight into the jungle. Fire burned the trees and he watched in horror as the beasts charged forward striking a large armor of men and machines. He knew what they were. Goa'uld.

He only saw what it was briefly for within seconds a stray of light struck him in the face. He felt momentary pain and then nothing at all. A blackness surrounded him and he couldn't find his way out.

Jackson sat up in his bed, dripping in sweat. He was terrified and confused at first then after several moments passed he came back. He was in his room at the SGC, his breathing was hard and labored. It had only been a dream. A mere dream, nothing more. His eyes shut tightly and he placed his hand to his forehead. He tried to recall the dream as best as he could.

His recollection was cut short when the sound of knocking came from outside his room. His gaze turned to the door. He looked back to the clock. Five-thirty two a.m. "Yes?"

"Hey," He heard Carter's voice come through the door. "It's me. Can I come in?"

Jackson looked down at himself. Clothes..Clothes would be nice. "Hold on."

He told her as he stood and grabbed a pair of pants and shirt. With a heavy sigh he slipped them on his clothes, he thought of the sounds he heard in his dream. Men and women screaming in both war and in pain. He shook his head and walked to the door. With a sharp yank he opened the door. He looked out to see Carter standing in the hallway already in uniform.

"Is something wrong?" She didn't answer him taking a deep breath. "Sam, what's going on?"

"It's the Langarans." She told him with a soft sigh. "There's been an assassination."

Jackson shut his eyes, hanging his head then with a sigh looked back up to her. "Who?"

"Jonas's fiancé, Kianna, the girl we met the last time we were there." She told him with another sigh of her own. "The assassination took place a little over a month and a half ago."

He opened his eyes again and looked to her startled. "Why are we being contacted now?"

"They thought for a while it was a terrorist." She began to explain to him but her voice revealed her disturbance as well. "Someone who doesn't want the alliance to continue but they looked through their security videos and found that someone had come through the gate."

"An off world assassin?" He questioned and looked back up at her. "Seems a little odd." She nodded to him. "Well..when do we leave?"

"Thirty minutes." She told him walking away. "I'll meet you at the gate."

They exited the gate and into the control room on Langara. Quinn met them at the bottom of the ramp. His hair was cut short again like when he had been at the SGC. They all smiled and walked over to him. He gave a smile of happiness to see them and walked to meet them. He shook their hands and gave Carter a hug and a hello.

He greeted them and began to walk with them towards the council room. He told them everything would be explained shortly.

The First Minister sat at the head of the table. She greeted them and nodded for them to sit. "Thank you for coming so quickly."

"No problem." O'Neill began as he sat down in his chair. Carter sat across from him with Teal'c while Jackson and Quinn sat beside her. "If you don't mind me asking, why were we not contacted when the assassination first happened?"

"Because at the time we thought she was still on the planet." She told him, her eyes looked to Quinn though. He looked uneasy when she spoke of the assassin was a she. He was still shook up from the whole experience.

"Wait." O'Neill began with a look of annoyance. " 'She'?" She nodded to him. "The assassin is a 'she'?"

"Yes." She stated for him again then nodded over to a man who started a video feed. They watched as a woman came up on the screen. "This is a recording from our security cameras." The woman, no not even a women but a girl looked up at the camera. They paused it. The video was black and white but detailed. Her eyes were large, her ears longer than any humans, her eyes looked as though they glowed in the dark and she was dressed in dark clothes almost camouflage looking. "She had infiltrated us by taking uniforms and switching her look every time someone noticed something was wrong."

Jackson stared in wonder at the screen. She looked like one creatures from his dream. He couldn't understand it. He shook his head trying to focus on the matter at hand.

O'Neill stared at the monitor. The girl looked so young, probably late teens by her looks and stature with very, very long ears. But still he couldn't see what would possess her to attack and kill and innocent woman. Unless she was a Goa'uld of course.

"How old is she?" Carter questioned them. "She looks like a kid."

The First Minister shrugged. "We don't know. Her physical appearance makes us believe she's around seventeen maybe nineteen. Those who came into contact with her said that they wouldn't have known it was the same girl. She made it almost impossible to be able to tell who she was. Different accents, haircuts, clothes, even fake scars, birthmarks and such.

"It became almost impossible to keep an eye on her. Until it was too late.."

"How could you miss her?" O'Neill suddenly blurted out. "She looks like a damn elf."

"We're not sure how but she had the ability to make her features," A man began pointing to the screen. "The eyes and ears disappear. We think it was some type of injection that made it so the features were not allowed to show."

"The last time she appeared," The First Minister began again. "She came out dressed like this." She pointed to the screen looking more and more annoyed with O'Neill with his outburst. "We sent two squads to intercept her. She stunned them and continued on her way to Kianna."

"With all this information you didn't suspect an off world assassin until now?" Jackson questioned.

"We didn't figure it all out until now." She looked back to Jackson. "When she fought her way to get back the Stargate we began to suspect the fact she was from off world. It wasn't until we reviewed our tapes and spoke to our staff that it became emanate that she wasn't Langara."

O'Neill looked over at Carter. She shrugged, not knowing what it was that they should do with the information or what they needed to do. He then looked to Jackson and Teal'c. Their expressions were the same as Carter's. Puzzled.

O'Neill thought for a moment over everything she had told and showed them. Then he recalled the last bit. She had told them that the assassin had only 'stunned' the squad teams they had sent to intercept her. He looked back at the woman on the screen.

"You said she only stunned the men in her way of Kianna." She nodded to him. "Do you have an idea why she didn't kill them? Doesn't really sound like a normal assassin not to take someone else out on the way does it?"

She shrugged to him with an annoyed look in her eyes. "One of our men stated that she had told them that she only need to 'take care of one and only one.' Then she stunned them. Jonas saw the coordinates when she escaped. We are asking you to go after her. She may come to your planet and do the same as she has done to us. I know nothing more. Will you please help us?"

"Of course." O'Neill told her and stood. The team stood with him. "Just because we love you so much." He meant that out of sarcasm. But they were sent to help. "I'll need to look at all the data you've collected as well as talk to one of the squad leaders. Carter you and Teal'c can take care that. Daniel you go with Jonas to look at the data and anything she left. I'm going to finish reviewing the tape. See if she has any patterns that stand out."

He looked down at his watch. Eight hundred hours. He sighed. "We'll meet back here at twelve hundred hours."

Carter and Teal'c headed off to the military barracks.

Carter was the most shook up by the assassin. She looked like a teen but she had murdered an innocent woman. It didn't make sense to her at all. To be able to move around the facility and not be caught for so long and yet for them not being able to figure out for another month that all the strange women they had been meeting were actually the same person.

The ability to be able to switch personalities so quickly would have required a great deal of training. The thoughts of how she had managed to pull the whole thing off ran through her mind over and over again. Nothing seemed even close to a possible explanation. The girl couldn't be over nineteen and training such as she had displayed could not have been learned in only in a matter of years. It would have taken over ten years to become as good as she.

They entered the guardroom. More or less military barracks for the men who served, men sat around, several playing something that looked like poker, the others were doing military duties to her knowledge.

Carter looked briefly to Teal'c before she turned her gaze back to the group sitting playing the card game. One man, with light hair and bright blue eyes, looked to them. He was well built with a handsome face. He stood, throwing his cards on the table as he did and walked to them.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes." Carter began. "I'm Major Carter and this is Teal'c, we came to assist in the capture of the assassin who killed Kianna. Can you tell us where the squad leader is?"

He chuckled and pointed to several men and rooms. "Well, which one?"

"The one that led the squad against the assassin." She stated with a smirk.

"That would be me." He told her. "Please follow me."

They followed him into one of the other rooms. The room was obviously an officer's quarters, a desk, a bed, photos. The photos were of the light haired man. "I'm sorry. I thought it would be best to speak in private. We aren't really happy that the assassin made it in. I'm leader of Squad One, Paul Lambert."

He sat down in his chair behind the desk; he motioned for them to sit as well. They sat in the chairs that he had provided. "What is it that you need to know?"

"Pretty much everything." Carter told him with a nod. "Any contact that you had with her, what she said to you?"

"Well.." He began scratching his cheek, he noticed her looking at the photos of him and a little girl on his desk. "My daughter." He told her and she nodded. "Well.. I guess I first made contact with the assassin was several months ago. After that I ran into her several different times."

Teal'c looked to him curiously. "How can you be certain that it was the same woman?"

He pointed to his ear. "She has three earrings on her left ear. The middle is plain silver; the beginning one has a small silver ball on it. The third one has a thin line of something almost looking like a vine wrapping around a tree. They all are silver, that's how I know she was the same person.

"I reported it months ago but they said they'd 'Look into it'. They never did though. When I realized they hadn't done anything I went looking for the girl with three silver earrings. She had become aware that I learned something was going on though." He sighed. "That was the night she went after Jonas's fiancé, Kianna.

"When I found her she had just begun to change into different gear. The black gear you saw on the tape no doubt." They nodded to him. "Anyway, she was strapping her gear on but she hadn't finished and I saw something weird."

He paused, as if trying to recall every detail of what he had happened. Carter offered out the question. "What was it?"

"A tattoo of some kind." He though harder; his fingers were pressed against his temple and he looked over at the photos again then back to them. "I didn't notice it at first because she covered it in so much make-up. Long vines from the corner of her right eye. Blood red vines. There was another on her back. Three dragons. Right between her shoulder blades. When she realized I saw that one she quickly covered it up. She couldn't do much about the on her face." He moved the sleeve on his shoulder to the side to reveal several deep lacerations. "She was pretty pissed off that I saw them."

- The Night of the Attack-

He turned the corner just barely able to see her. His gun was up, level and ready to fire at her. Her back was revealed and a tattoo stood out over everything. Then with no warning she turned her head and snarled at him. Her eyes glowed dark evil neon blue.

With relative speed she ran to him, her right hand had claws strapped to the middle three fingers, hard metal, it looked like titanium. She brought the claws down on his shoulder blade. He cried out in pain, his hands fumbled with the gun. Before even a moment had passed he was on his knees. The blood from his wound had splattered across his face. Her right side was decorated with another tattoo that looked like it had been smudged with make-up.

His eyes stared up at hers wide in pain. The claws had dug deep but she could of gone far deeper.

But she didn't.

He shuddered and stared up at her. "Why.." he began with a gasp. "Why don't you kill me?"

She pulled the claws up harshly. He cried out in agony, the pain was almost unbearable. But nothing prepared him for when she spun him around and thrust her hand down on his wounds. Another cry ran from his mouth when she dug the claws around the wounds. Force came through her and she pulled him into the small corridor where she had been changing. She flung him into the wall and he cried out again.

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

She looked over at him as she finished stringing her vest together so the tattoo was not showing anymore. "Why should I?"

"Why not?" He questioned her and looked over at her gear. Guns, grenades, clothes, makeup everything she needed to hide her identity. "How the hell did you get those in here?"

"They're mostly yours." She stated to him with a smirk strapping several weapons on her body. "You must change your access codes to your armory."

"Still haven't explained why I'm still alive." He growled out as she knelt beside him and pulled out a small clear flask with a white liquid. "What the hell is that?"

"You're not the one I'm here to kill." She told him opening the flask and let a drop fall from it and into his shoulder. "I'm here to take care of one and only one." It made the wound numb and he gasped, it felt as though the liquid was healing him. He watched as she hid the flask in her belt and began to grab several other things that didn't look Langarain. The wound on his shoulder was healing as he had felt. He could see the beginning to heal from the inside out. "Stay here."

"Wait.."

-Present-

"And she left." He told them his hand rubbed against the side of his head. "My wounds healed quickly and I ran to get the squads ready. We caught up with her, but she told us that we should leave. We were ready to kill her but I remember watching her. She pulled out a small, grenade like thing and threw it into the center of us. I blacked out from the pain, when I came to my shoulder had started to bleed again. Not much, but enough to require immediate medical attention. My squad woke with symptoms but nothing major."

"What kind of symptoms?" Carter questioned him.

"Minor headaches." He told them while his phone ran. He picked it up. "Lambert." He stated for the person on the other line.

Carter couldn't hear much of the conversation. It was pertaining to the assassin that she was sure about. His manner gave that away. He nodded giving several short replies.

"Sure send her down. Thanks Briggs." Then he hung up the phone.

He stood quickly and motioned towards the door. Carter and Teal'c stood with him to follow him out the door. When they exited back out into the main common room the door opened from the hallway. A young girl entered the room. Carter recognized her. His daughter.

"Hey Pumpkin." The little girl laughed waving to some of the men who shouted little hellos before jumping into his arms. She looked a lot like her father. She had his brilliant blue eyes and blonde hair that was pulled back into two pigtails. He looked back over to Carter and Teal'c. "My daughter, Hevah."

Carter nodded with a little wave to the girl who smiled.

The little one looked back at her father. "Are they here to get the bad girl?"

Lambert sighed with a chuckled and nodded to her. "Yes, honey. They are here to get the bad girl." He looked over at another member of his squad. "Hey," Hevah looked back to her father. "Why don't you go over and play a game with Simon? 'Kay?"

The little girl nodded and he set her down. She ran off to the man he called Simon while Lambert looked back up at Carter.

"She knows about the assassin."

"Kianna's sister is my wife." He told them with a quiet heavy sigh. "Her aunt."

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