Hi all, I know it's been a long time since I posted anything. Sorry to keep you all hanging like that. My muse went away for a long time but I'm hoping it's back now. I've just finished editing this completed story for you to read. It's another old one that has been around for a while though has not posted onto this site before.
I'd like to say a big thank you to my readers who have reviewed my work in the past. I do appreciated any FB that is sent my way. Thanks!
So, I hope you will all enjoy this oldie of mine. Slightly edited and hopefully corrected any mistakes at the same time I hope I haven't made any new ones!
Remains of the Day.
Author: Lingren.
Category: Angst, AU, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, POV, Romance, Smarm.
Pairings: Jack/Sam, Daniel/Other.
Season: Future ALTERNATE UNIVERSE Story.
Spoilers: Children of the Gods,
Warnings: Character Deaths. Big Tissue warning! Remember though, this is an AU story so our own lovable SG-1 characters remain unharmed and intact!
Summary: The original SG-1 had been declared dead a long time ago, but what really happened to the now legendary team? (Please note that this was actually written before the replicators/Ori/Alliance and other enemies had appeared on our screens)
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1. No copyright infringements intended. Just borrowing the characters for a little fun, fantasy and imagination.
Chapter One – An Unexpected Stopover
The huge spacecraft landed gently amid a cloud of dust on a remote planet. It had been forced to land there by bad luck or whatever Karma had decreed its presence was warranted. Repairs had to be made whether they liked it or not.
It was a sight to behold for all the villagers in attendance except for one who suspected history had finally caught up with itself. The arrival of a spaceship had long been predicted but the wait had been far too long. Many of the younger natives now crowded around the craft in awe, but kept their distance now that the metal outer door had disappeared inwards to reveal the alien grey interior.
Orders were barked and the armed crew inside stepped away from the opening to allow the four olive clad figures to stomp down the ramp and take their first reconnaissance of the area. The security team followed them and took up positions to keep watch on the unknown crowd. Always alert for hidden dangers despite the war against the Goa'uld having been won many years ago.
The planet on which they'd landed wasn't on the Abydos cartouche, neither was it listed among those downloaded by the late Colonel O'Neill when his mind had been taken over by the first 'Ancients' repository of knowledge. In fact, according to the data collected before the decision to land had been made, it didn't appear to have a Stargate at all.
The readouts had predicted a peaceful looking world filled with lush green trees, there were meadows with cattle or domesticated beasts as well as crops which were growing in tilled areas. There were snow capped mountains which glinted in the sunlight over purple mounds in the distance. The sky was a deep azure with white fluffy cotton clouds dotted here and there against it. The air was warm and pleasant, and though the natives gazed at them in wonder, some, the USAF Colonel noted, held a knowing look that belied their simple appearance.
The tall, lean commander had missed nothing as he scanned the crowd, pinpointing one man who had been watching them closely.
"Good luck Colonel," a voice behind him called and he turned to give a brief wave to the ship's captain before he stepped warily towards the native populous.
"Keep the light on guys, we'll be seeing you later!" he called back over his shoulder.
"So," he said to his team, "let's go make nice with the natives."
SG-1 moved forward until they came face to face with several armed men. Their weapons familiar yet... they were slightly old fashioned looking but definitely different in some unknown way to what the SGC used in the field nowadays.
"We...er...we come in peace. We're from a planet called Earth," the linguist of the team stated, wondering if these folks spoke English or whether he would be called upon to interpret a new language as was often the case.
"Then we offer you greetings and bid you welcome, strangers. It has been many decades since the last friendly strangers set foot upon our fair world. Long before I or my brethren were born." The young man, who - now upon closer inspection looked to be around 17 or 18 years of age – and the one the colonel had picked out as the leader, spoke; his accented voice rich in tone but nevertheless, hospitable.
He wore simple homespun breeches topped by a loose shirt which was covered by a multi-pocketed leather jerkin. There were long knitted socks with tough skin boots which covered his lower legs and feet. They were all dressed in a similar fashion though there was something about the man, that spoke of casual elegance and grace. His lean figure was muscular and lithe and when he moved, his body seemed to glide over the ground. His deep brown eyes fixed the Colonel with a suppressed glint that oozed warmth and humour as well as suspicion. The colonel deemed him as an old head on young shoulders as he appeared wiser than his years, and in all probability his senses would prove to be as sharp as a pin, should he test them.
"Please come with us. There is one among us who would be pleased to talk with strangers such as yourselves. The stories of your world will be most welcome to him in contrast to the stories of our ancestry that have grown weary to his mind by their constant telling."
The tall, grey haired Colonel looked across at his team and shrugged, but decided to follow the younger man who now introduced himself when the Colonel caught up with his long strides.
"My name is Dannel and my Grandfather is very old and grows tired of his life among us. His death grows nearer each day and it would please him greatly in his final hours to hear new stories from your world."
"Carter, Daniel, I hope you two can think of something suitable by the time we reach the village," the Colonel said, giving them a quick meaningful glance.
"I'll try, sir, but I'm not the best story teller around here. That would be you, Colonel. I could give him a lecture on Astrophysics but I don't somehow think that he would enjoy that so much," Carter replied rather flippantly with a wide grin.
"The poor guy probably wouldn't know the difference!" Daniel responded in an aside to the Major. "He sounds positively ancient that maybe I should be studying his bones already in the ground, not thinking up stories to send him to his grave with."
Carter giggled earning her a glare from the Colonel again, that said, 'Whatever you do, don't rile the natives. We just got here, for crying out loud!'
After a walk that lasted nearly an hour, they finally entered the village. People came out of their rough brick houses to see the new strangers and to gasp in surprise and wonder when the four team members marched down the street with their young warrior, Dannel.
The native youth led the way to the central cluster of houses and right up to the largest one, set around the focal point or village square. Children played safely on the green sward and the Colonel noticed there were several adults who supervised them as they romped about freely and boisterously. As the four of them watched, somewhere a bell rang and the children then swarmed into a building at the far end of the square.
Dannel watched the four strangers and smiled warmly. Then, at the Colonel's and Carter's unspoken inquiry, he informed them that this was a school day, and the children had once more been summoned to return to their lessons.
Both Carter and Daniel were impressed and even the Colonel looked slightly surprised by this revelation. It was so similar to Earth's customs, that they could almost believe they were back home if it wasn't for the homespun clothes.
A younger man came running from the house and whispered into Dannel's ear. Who then smiled and nodded in exchange with the child before the latter disappeared once more.
"Come, my Grandfather grows eager to meet with you." Dannel said with a smile.
The Colonel cast her a suspicious look when Carter gasped an "Oh boy!" as if she was out of breath. He sighed in reluctant acceptance of his Major's acknowledgement, that this young warrior was... kinda handsome when he smiled. Her reaction made him feel old, and long past his retirement.
Carter then blushed under her CO's scrutiny which only made him react with a wry grin at her apparent confusion, it wasn't often anyone got through the outer reaches of Carter's more pragmatically scientific shell.
Oooh... If only she were younger, she sighed inwardly.
However, the Colonel, who was not one to be swayed by outward appearances, pulled her up with a single word, and an unspoken warning to be on the alert....
"Carter!"
TBC