Title: Stargate: Wives; Season Four
Author: Jeff
Category: AU
Content Level: Age 13+
Content Warnings: None
Pairings: Jack/Sara; Teal'c/Drey'auc; Daniel/Sha're
Season: 4
Spoilers: Seasons 1-4
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Stargate wives is where the series generally ran as it did, but Sara, Sha're and Drey'auc are apart of the regular cast like Hammond and Dr. Frasier. Diverging from 'Cold Lazarus' for Sara, 'Bloodlines' for Drey'auc and 'Forever in a Day' for Sha're. This season Drey'auc joins SG-1 with the ongoing possibility that Sha're may not be far behind leaving Sara to worry how much longer will she have a job at the SGC.
The Stargate Wives concept was inspired by the works of LE McMurray and C. L. Kamnikar.
Author's note; since several women have played the role of Drey'auc and I've pictured her taller than the ones who have portrayed her, think Gina Torres for whom I see playing this series version of Drey'auc.
Thank you everyone who has not only stuck with me since season one of this, but written to encourage me to continue. I hope this 'season' is as enjoyable as the previous if not more. I really am trying to grow as a writer and get better at this.
This is not betaed and after last 'season' I know it should be. I hope you enjoy it regardless.
Now without further ado, here is chapter one, Victories Big and Small.
Sara's diary
Exciting times here at the SGC, well for our little corner of it. I actual have mixed feelings about what's coming. Apprehension, excitement, being happy for my friend and fearing for her life. Yet I know not only this is what Drey'auc wants, in a way I of all people should understand, she needs to do this. She's become a symbol and like Teal'c she's got to go out there and be seen. In any case it's out of my hands as General Hammond has approved and more importantly Jack has.
Drey'auc is joining SG-1.
We'll continue our cultural exchange sessions of course, I'm not in any danger of losing my job not with Sha're still needing a Tau'ri attaché and let's not forget Vin of SG-7. Den mother to our alien members of the SGC.
But returning to the subject of my friend and original reason for still being involved with SGC that lead to my remarrying Jack, I should share more with her about women's rights have been on this world and the fight we've had to go through to get them. That's why I should understand. I'm part of the generations that came after the beginning.
Drey'auc will be setting an example for Jaffa women for generations to come. In some ways her role is harder and larger than Teal'c's, though without her husband's example and efforts, her's would be wasted. She's doing what other Jaffa women didn't dream of. Going through the Stargate, fighting beside their men, not just waiting at home for news of victory or the death of their husbands or sons.
Neither Jack nor I would stand against that by insisting Drey'auc stay here or go on to the Land of the Light as suggested more than once. Hiding in refuge while her husband leads the fight to free all Jaffa from their false gods and masters.
George's speech up in the conference room is moving, and more than SG-1 is there to clap as Jack places the SG-1 patches on Drey'auc's BDUs. For these last several years she's been quite the fixture here at the SGC and as she walks out into a filled gateroom, quite a few add their applauds to show how happy they are for her. Personally I think Teal'c is straining his stoic face to keep from beaming with a smile. I can see it in his eyes, a dead giveaway with him.
Well he'll likely loosen up in private. Drey'auc can be as closemouthed as her husband about what happens behind their closed door but from the way I see her the next day I would say she's very satisfied with her husband's likely un-stoic appreciation of her in his arms.
She still won't answer me about is it true that Jaffa men can go on longer than human men, but the smile I get out of her and it is hard to get her to smile most times, speaks volume on the subject. Wait, come to think of it, some of the movies we've rented, she has asked why Tau'ri men seem to not be able to go on as long as their women.
Hmm...maybe there -is- a good reason for Jack to get a symbiote...
Yep, he's never reading that line. I better burn this page after I write or have in my will burn this particular diary.
Still...Maybe I better let Sam know. Martouf is attracted to her and if she knows this she might have more reasons to let him catch her.
I know, bad Sara, no biscuit. Time to clean up this entry or at least not let it descend further into the gutter.
Well speaking of Sam, she and our think tank team of SG-8 are going over a couple of Replicators pieces salvaged from the ocean. She promises, -promises-, she'll be there for the celebration dinner tonight. Jack has his doubts, particularly when she, Guy, Samuel, Doug or Tony try to explain why it's safe to study and how they aren't dooming our world as the Asgard did theirs.
So where does Jack lead us off next? To go pester his best friend, his human best friend. I think Teal'c is too, but different.
"Jack," Daniel says not looking up from his books, I'm rather surprised to not see Sha're here until I remember she mentioned something about learning anatomy and spending time with Janet to be a better healer with that...wait, I'm going to use her term not the SGC's...her Ka'kesh'prim'ta. I have to admit it's become pretty handy here at the SGC for her to use the healing device on incoming injured.
"Daniel," Jack's pretty standard reply in word and tone draws me back to the possible floor entertainment about to unfold in front of me.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking up a few words Major Nelson's wife was able to understand," Daniel replied only briefly looking up to find Jack didn't come alone, "Oh, hi Sara."
I doubt he heard my hello in return, but he did pique my curiosity with what he just said. "Jeannie recognized a few words that sent you to your books?" I can Jack wanted to ask that very same question from the double take he gave him. A smug smile was in order of course.
"Yes," and his tone sent Jack to rolling his eyes already, "Apparently she as able to read or recognize a few Furling words."
"Furling?" I am embarrassed to say Jack and I ended up a duet saying that at the same time.
Daniel was giving us that excited bob of his head when he had others to talk to about his findings, "Yes, as in one of the Four Great Races. As in we've met the Nox and Asgard, but not yet Ancient or Furling. So I'm making sure there couldn't be a mistake before we ask her to look at what we have written in Furling."
Jack was going on about has anyone talked to Major Nelson about this when the phone rang. Neither of those two were going to get it with me as the closest one. So I had to break away and talk to...General Hammond.
"Right sir. Right away sir," Jack and Daniel heard me and their conversation stopped. So since I had the two's undivided attention, I relayed the message, "That was General Hammond, Major Davis is on his way in from the Pentagon."
Drey'auc's day
I still feel the weight of the patches on my shoulders. They are not unwelcome, but like badges of honor. Somewhat like the mark of the Yautja on my forehead, it means a responsibility and right of passage. I now may sit in on meetings that SG-1 does like this one with the visiting Major Davis.
While I do not understand the meaning of the words 'Foxtrot class attack submarine' I keep silent as my husband does. Russian I understand as one of the peoples of the Tau'ri. A people O'Neill does not seem to like, though not as much as his hatred for the Goa'uld.
All of us understand when Major Davis announces the crew of this sub-marine was attacked by a large mechanical spider. The Replicators, or at least one, has survived our ploy to destroy them.
It is not comprehensible why they do not follow O'Neill's advice and destroy the Replicators while they have a chance. Surely he has proven his word and deeds time and time again? To doubt seems foolish, yet since my husband remains quiet, I will too. I am new to SG-1 so I must learn the proper way of it.
Major Carter and O'Neill's banter I do understand short lived as the exchange had become.
"Unscheduled off world activation," we heard and rise as the sirens sound. We find the iris will not close and then the power went off in the base. Like the Tau'ri around us we believe an attack is forthcoming and seek how we may arm ourselves when the Chappa'ai comes to life and Thor walks among us once more.
I wonder as I listen to O'Neill and Thor speak if I will ever get to understand the man who leads the fight against the Goa'uld. His humor I believe I can discern from facts he might speak, but finding the humor of his words will take time.
"Perhaps I should go with her as well," the words spill out of my mouth before my brain catches up to remind me of my standing with SG-1. I am new and should wait until I am addressed first. I do see O'Neill and General Hammond are relieved with my words so shame does not cover me.
Neither wants Major Carter to go off by herself with Thor to a war zone. Yet no-one else on SG-1 really could be sent along, not with our experience and threat of the Replicators here on their homeworld.
Teal'c bows to me and I him, it is the only manner of parting we might share before Thor opens the Chappa'ai again and we follow him through.
Major Carter seems surprise that the Asgard named their latest warship after O'Neill. It makes perfect sense to me. He is a great warrior and has done much for many people. If one is to name something to symbolize one's last best hope, O'Neill is a natural choice.
There is much I don't understand, but neither does Major Carter it appears. I will say that their food is not fit for Jaffa, especially the yellow ones. It does prompt my tongue to talk before prudence stills it.
"Why not make Tau'ri food?" Thor looks at me oddly as does Major Carter, felt backed into a corner I push on where perhaps I should have fallen back, "You can make this with magic...with technology," I see Major Carter's correction gaze and follow it, "That means you can make many things, perhaps anything. Why not make food that is from either of our worlds?"
While they look at me in surprise another thought comes, one related to the yellow things Thor likes but we find not to our liking. "Can they be poisoned?"
"What? Drey'auc they're not alive in the sense of you or me," Major Carter begins but stops as Thor raises a hand.
"You mean introduce some substance that will impair their system's function?" Thor asks and Major Carter changes her expression to one I have seen when she is contemplating her alternatives.
"You mention they are what they eat right?" Major Carter asks and Thor nods, "What if you got them to consume materials that would either hamper their function or make them easier to fight against?"
Since he had no eyebrows I had only the feeling the non-existent ones went up. "It would mean retooling what we make and then sacrificing it to the Replicators..."
"But they would be weakened Replicators!" Major Carter stressed.
"We could change the tide of the war if we implement this tactic correctly," Thor said, "But that will not stop the Replicators heading this way now."
Major Carter looks at me, and then back at Thor, "Well I do have an idea about that. It also requires a sacrifice, but it should stop -these- Replicators."
Sha're's story
Following Sara when the lights go out I recall the words Jack had said to her regarding Drey'auc and now how they apply to me. We are to find my hand of the gods and I am to wear it until the emergency is over. Above all stick together, I am not to leave Sara's side and she his not to leave mine. It feels odd and unsettling to not have Drey'auc with us. I have looked to her so much as a protector since my freedom from my demon to have her not here makes me feel vulnerable.
Yet with the Goa'kesh'sha upon my hand I feel something else. It is not quite power, it is more responsibility. I must look after Sara. Jack would be devastated if she were to be harmed or lost to him. I would not like to lose her either, but I must not think of myself. That is the secret, this is how Drey'auc must do it. She does not think of herself when she's looking after Sara and I, she's thinking of us.
Lights come back up and we're on our way back to the vault where my Goa'kesh'sha is stored when Jack catches up to us. "There you two are. Come on kids, you're wanted at the principle's office." It has to be one of Jack's jokes again from the way Sara is rolling her eyes.
"Shouldn't I..." Jack cuts me off, "Bring along the ribbon thingie. We might need it to save the world...again."
I don't fully understand what he means until later. Now I find myself on a Tau'ri plane heading off to see a Tau'ri sea, but not alone of course. Sara stays behind, but Jack, Teal'c and my Dan'yel come along as well as Chris and Buck of SG-7. Apparently they have been in what is called a Na'vy and we need their experience as Na'vy Seals just as we need our experience fighting the Replicators. Which is why I am along and with my Goa'kesh'sha.
Dan'yel does not like it, I can tell, but he will not bring up this dislike. He does not want to argue and this time he is angry at Jack and not me for this time out where we must fight. I feel I should explain Jack's decision that I too had fought and well the Replicators, but shamefully the words die on my lips. I do not what my Dan'yel angry at me.
Major Davis told us that we will be meeting a Commander Nath'an Brid'ger as our lee-a-zon from the Na'vy. He is there to greet us along with Chief Crock'er to lead us to a command center of sorts.
"These helmets have cameras on them," Nath'an explained, as Major Davis showed us in and Chief Crock'er handed them to Jack, Teal'c, Chris and Buck. Dan'yel is not happy about being left out, I can tell, but as I am also left out he is not complaining. If he complains too much he must imagine I too will be asked to act.
As it is we will be 'back-up'. We are to head to the sub-ma-reen's entrance if the Replicators get past the members of SG-1 and 7 who are going in.
I hope we are not needed.
They talk much though quietly when they see the different colored Replicators. I immediately see what the larger one is even before O'Neill divines that is it a queen. Like the Goa'uld this one makes more of itself. They are spotted and barely make it out alive as they fire and cover each other's retreat in a manner that impresses me over anything I have seen with even my demon's elite Jaffa.
"Let's go!" Dan'yel says to me and my hand is in his as we make our way to this sub-ma-reen. I understand why he wants me to go along and in that moment I am proud of my husband. He still wants me protected, he runs ahead to make sure of that, but he will not deny that I can be of use to help our friends.
I see why immediately as they approach the hatch and Replicators chase them. Chief Crock'er yells, "Make a hole!" and the SG teams climbing the ladder press themselves against it giving me a clear path to blast the Replicators and give the teams time to finish their climb.
Why Chief Crock'er believes himself condemned I do not know. Dan'yel will explain later. He had whispered it in a kind of awe seeing me use my hand of the gods so it must have something to do with that.
"You realize what you've just seen is classified Chief," Chris says as we return to the warehouse. His tone is one I have heard Jack use often as well as my father when authority is exercised and no questions are entertained.
"Just what was that?" Nath'an Brid'ger asks upon our return and Chris looks at him with a different gaze than he did Chief Crock'er. This one was meeting of equals instead of assuring one below one's station, "Classified Commander. You'll have to ask the liaison to the SGC, Rear Admiral Noyce."
"Alright, Captain Larabee, I may just do that," I see Nath'an does not back down from merely a threat and I get from the exchange of ranks Chris is higher than Nath'an's, yet treats him as an equal. It is most puzzling.
"Teal'c, Buck, you two are hurt," I am ashamed to say I only just noticed and Major Davis goes to get Jan'et while I slip off my Goa'kesh'sha to slip on Ka'kesh'prim'ta. Buck is easy to heal, though tiring, Teal'c not so much.
"There is something -in- you Teal'c, it will have to come out before this will work," I tell him as I hear Nath'an ask what am I doing, and how. I hear Chris tell him classified again as Jan'et rushes over.
"Well you've taken care of Commander Wilmington here, now let's look at Mr. Teal'c," Jan'et begins as I step to the side to both recover and be ready. Dan'yel is there to make sure no one bothers me, especially the Na'vy men who have questions I can almost see on their lips.
Healing Teal'c I miss out on the conversation Dan'yel has with the others about what was taken out of Teal'c. I do not know the significance of corroded, but it seems to relax everyone about how to get rid of the Replicators until Dan'yel mentions the one from Thor's ship must be destroyed or this begins again.
It is hard to stay and stare at the hatch Jack, Teal'c, Chris and Buck went down. I have Tau'ri guards, mostly from the Na'vy here beside me. Lead by Chief Crock'er with orders to shoot what I miss. My Goa'kesh'sha is on my hand once more and we wait. We hope the four who have gone down in are four who come back out.
When the sub-ma-reen starts to sink into the waters and move away, Chief Crock'er leads me back to the warehouse where I hear Jack yelling to shoot the sub-ma-reen. He is still on it!
We listen to him practically beg, yelling over and over again to shoot as more Replicators than they have bullets come at them. I want to turn away when I see a helmet fall and it face Jack as the Replicators swarm over them, but I cannot look away. A great man, a man my demon and some Jaffa have quietly called Shalok-Gul, Killer of Gods, a phrase that it is forbidden ever to speak, about to die. I will not look away.
Dan'yel is the first to realize what just happened as white light filled the chamber before the cameras fell to static.
Sara's addendum
The big lug ought to be happy to just be alive! Teleported by the Asgard as the Replicators swarmed over him, Teal'c, Chris and Buck. Talk about last minute rescues for crying out loud!
However, I guess if -I- had an alien species name a new class of ship after me I might be tempted to put up a show if it was blown up before I even got to see it. He is making a show of glaring at Sam for blowing up 'his' ship. Who cares if it stopped the Replicators as it was bait for their trap?
Commander Bridger let us know that diving teams found no trace of Replicators, Thor says the Replicators had been stopped and now they have a strategy for slowing them down courtesy of Drey'auc. She's beaming, proud of what she's done and has her loom of doom down in heels and gown ensemble, and against all odds we actually made it to the reservations Jack had made earlier to day to celebrate Drey'auc now officially on SG-1. All in all, a very nice day with nice victories, big and small.