Well, I'm back again, did you miss me? I'll take that as a yes. I'm really passionate about this story idea so tell me if you like it. It's a bit of a copy of the storyline in Home and Away, (yes, I watch Home and Away…unwillingly, I add…it's an addiction,) so please be nice. Review as always because it makes my day. I wasn't gonna write for awhile but I got a reply from lia-finn saying she hoped I was writing so…damn it! I'm writing! Got exams coming up so updates might be a little late here and there, but I'll try my best.
Chapter 1: Meeting The One
"So…you think that the Kertorians are trustworthy people?" Elizabeth said looking at everyone seated at the briefing table.
John lent forward across the table. "Well…we've only met them once so whether they're trustworthy, we will never know. I mean, we could know a race of people years and then one day they stab us in the back and-" Elizabeth raised a hand to stop him and cut him.
"Thank you John for that optimistic view," She said sarcastically. "What I meant was, are they Genii sort of material?" Ronan snorted across the table and smirked.
Teyla raised an eyebrow at Ronan before addressing Elizabeth's question. "I highly doubt that Dr. Weir, they are a very peaceful people completely opposed to violence…" Elizabeth nodded her head, they sounded like her sort of people, but this time it was Rodney's turn to snort. Teyla glared at Rodney. "And they don't have any secret underground bunkers."
Rodney scoffed. "Oh please…that's only because they live in an underground bunker themselves. For all we know they could have a secret underground bunker underneath their underground bunker." He crossed in arms in annoyance "I don't like them." He said matter-of-factly.
Ronan frowned. "You said you didn't like them because of some…fellowship, not because of some bunker."
Elizabeth turned to Rodney in curiosity. "What?" He said in absurdity. "I never said anything about…oh, yeah…they all look like something out of Lord of the Rings."
"Like orcs?" Elizabeth said cringing, as wasn't it the orcs who liked to live in darkness underground, or was that the dwarves?
"Noooooooo, like Galadriel's elvenfolk, they all look very holy and spiritual, all dressed in flowy white gowns with their little underground bunker covered in white, silver and ivy, it's quite sweet actually…" Rodney said trailing off into his own thoughts. Elizabeth smiled.
"Well, they sound like nice people, I suggest I leave for negotiations tomorrow…anything else?" Elizabeth looked around the table expectantly.
John raised a finger. "Yes actually, their 'leader, but not leader,' Fagen, is alright…my age, fairly good-looking, not like me though…" He said smugly getting off the subject. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Right, anyway…it's not him you have to convince, it's their actual leader, Frega, she's his mother who takes on a more spiritual role…she's very holy and wise, so they tell us, and basically they hang on every word she says and see her as some sort of goddess. Plus she has these 'visions'" John made speech marks in the air, "which everyone takes really seriously, so yeah."
Elizabeth nodded and smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, that'll probably be useful…so see you all at 0900 hours then."
Offworld…
"So where exactly is this entrance John, because we have been walking a long time now." Elizabeth said tiredly.
John rolled his eyes. "You're worse than McKay."
Elizabeth hit him on the arm. "That's not a very nice thing to say, John Sheppard."
"Hey!" Rodney shouted as he started walking in between the two. "What do you mean 'worse than McKay'? That is a completely unfair remark, I'll have you know I rarely complain and as for you Elizabeth!" Rodney turned to Elizabeth and immediately softened. "Thank you for defending my honour, at least someone realises that picking on me is certainly a form of bullying which will not be tolerated." Rodney continued on ahead to walk with Ronan and Teyla.
John smiled. "When you said that 'that's not a very nice thing to say' you were saying that it wasn't very nice for me to say you were worse than McKay and not the whole 'defending his honour' thing right?"
"Hell yeah." Elizabeth grinned.
John smirked back at her. "Just checking."
"Colonel Sheppard! Dr. Weir!" Teyla called from up ahead. "We are here we have reached the entrance!"
The entrance was a sort of cavern with steep steps leading down a dark and gloomy cave until a bright light hit all of their eyes as their entered a huge chamber covered in white cloth full of men, women and children looking like not only elves, but greek gods as well. Immediately a man stepped forward. He had light brown hair with huge blue eyes and he wore white cloth trousers with a simple white long-sleeved cloth t-shirt. He bowed before speaking.
"Travellers, you have returned and you have brought your leader." The man walked up to Elizabeth before performing the Athosian custom of touching foreheads, which Elizabeth politely took part in. "You must be Elizabeth Weir. I am Fagen, the mother's son, and we are the Kertorians, but we ask you to call us the Believers. We are one with the world and it is one with us, no wraith or other evil will destroy the beauty of our people's spirit." John, Rodney and Ronan all subtly rolled their eyes.
Elizabeth smiled graciously at Fagen. "That is a beautiful way to see things."
He smiled back. "What other way would you rather see things than beautifully?" He asked rhetorically. "Come…mother has been expecting you. Colonel Sheppard, Ronan, Dr. McKay if you follow my friend, Mendi," a young man bowed before the group, "he will take you to the room set for training, the Salorians threaten our people and we would like to learn how to defend ourselves when attacked." He turned back to Elizabeth. "But not with weapons, we do not believe in their use."
Elizabeth nodded in complete understanding. "Of course, you're not the only one."
John sighed "Okay! Lead the way Mendi, my friend!"
The men started to follow the young man. Ronan grumbled. "I do not wish to do this."
John chuckled. "Tough luck, pal, you're doing it."
Rodney started to whine. "What I want to know is why I'm coming, it's not like I'm…"
"Able to defend yourself." Ronan finished.
"Well, yes I…hey!" Elizabeth grinned at the men's banter as they walked off to the right before focusing her attention on Fagen.
"Teyla…these ladies would like to continue to trade stories with you of other worlds…we know of the Athosians and have traded with them centuries ago, would you…?"
Teyla smiled. "I would love to…it has been long since I have discussed my people with other worlds, I enjoyed the stories Keena told me when we were last here. Is she in her room?"
"Yes. She is in fact waiting for your arrival."
"Then I will go." Telya turned to Elizabeth. "Will you be alright by yourself?" Elizabeth nodded and gestured for a very eager Teyla to leave. Teyla ran off in the same direction as the boys.
"Your people are remarkable Elizabeth…oh I'm sorry, may I call you Elizabeth?" Fagen said in concern that he had offended her.
"Well, if I'm calling you Fagen then you can call me Elizabeth." Fagen held out his hand for her.
"Frega is expecting you." There was such a sincerity in his eyes that she cautiously took his hand as he led her though hallways to a large room.
"She is?" Elizabeth said confused.
"Yes…she saw you in a vision." Fagen said as he guided Elizabeth to sit on one of the cushions on the floor. "I will prepare some tea."
Suddenly, a woman of her late fifties or early sixties walked out in a simple white gown. She looked at Elizabeth in surprise before smiling with excitement. Elizabeth went to stand up, but the woman, who Elizabeth assumed was Frega, stopped her.
"No, no, no. Don't stand up!" She sat down on another cushion in front of Elizabeth and cupped her face in her hands. "Oh my child, you are so beautiful…you must be Elizabeth." She then took her hands in her own. "Welcome to the home of the Believers and thank you for gracing our home with your presence, my dear."
For the next hour Elizabeth and Frega talked of nothing and everything. From what Elizabeth could understand, she was a leader like herself and understood the amount of responsibility and effort it took to be one. Elizabeth sensed a spiritual aura around the woman, which just gave her peace of mind and a feeling of safety. Never had she been so sucked into a people's way of life. The picture Frega painted of the Believers was perfect, but not in a way that was too good to be true and when Frega expressed her feelings about weapons, it was like the words had come out of her own mouth. Elizabeth smiled as Frega recounted the moment the bunker was complete.
"…and it's not big, but it's home and that is all that matters." The women smiled at each other and turned their heads to the door, as Fagen entered with two large cups of what Elizabeth guessed was the tea he had been making.
"Aaahh…"frega said knowingly, "you've have been making the Alradian tea." Fagen handed one cup to Elizabeth and then the other to Frega before smiling, bowing and leaving.
Elizabeth looked at the cup unsure. Frega smiled at her hesitation. "Do not worry, my child, it is merely a soft herbal tea designed to put one's mind at peace." Frega sipped from her own cup to prove that it was safe. "See...there is no deception here." Elizabeth smiled before sipping the tea.
Two hours later and the Atlantians were heading back to the stargate.
"So…" John turned to Elizabeth. "Have fun?"
Elizabeth smiled at the thought of Frega, Fagen and their people. "Yes actually, the Believers are truly amazing. I'm surprised they haven't converted everyone they have met, their way of thinking is very inspirational."
"Of that I have no doubt. You know what else I don't doubt, their physical abilities. Ronan and I showed them two moves and they could all knock Rodney to the ground easy peazy lemon squeezy."
Rodney who was trailing behind the group screamed back at them. "I can hear you, you know and I'll have you know it took three moves until they could beat me and don't use the 'easy peazy' phrase! People, you know about my allergies!"
Ronan growled. "Someone hand me a lemon." Teyla, Elizabeth and John were laughing all the way back to the gate.
"You are sure she is the one, mother?" Fagen turned to Frega. Frega smiled as she kissed her son's cheek.
"I am sure of it, my son. She will become one of us and she will give us the child that will make sure the Believers have a proper future in this galaxy…and you will have the honour of fathering that child." Frega sighed contently. "And I will be the grandmother, she is definitely the woman in my visions, the same vision I have had since the day you were born…I know it, I could recognise her face anywhere."
Fagen pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's all good and well mother, but how will we make her stay, you're visions gave no guidance in that."
"I do not doubt my visions Fagen as they show her as one of us, just like I do not doubt you. It was not just herbal tea that you put in her drink, was it?" Frega raised an eyebrow. Fagen gave her a small grin in return making Frega laugh.
"I promise you, when they next return tomorrow, the drink will begin to take affect and the drink will bend her to my will. I know how Grogen root works and it has always worked to my benefit…she will begin to doubt her people and once she stops trusting her people she will turn to us…" Frega said smiling.
"…and we will welcome her with loving arms." Fragen shook his head. "You are very clever, you know that?"
"Yes…just make sure that when she comes to us, it is your arms that she finds the most comforting. You must be married and this child must be born…do you understand?"
Fragen nodded. "I understand, mother."
TBC…
well, it should be sort of Sparky down the liens, but not as sparky as my last story…sort of JohnLiz friendship/beginnings of Sparky I don't really know. However I do need help. What exactly could the others do that would be untrustworthy and make Elizabeth doubt her people? because I'm struggling to think of something