Disclaimer: Lets stop and think for a minute, here, okay? One, if I owned these characters, would I be writing this fanfic? Or would I be hassling the writers into finding some way to get Jack and Sam to get rid of this UST?!! So by that, I would say it's obvious that they're not mine and never will be. MGM Viacom own these characters. Although I do take pride in owning Dennis and Shier. :)
Spoilers: It's set in the future, so anything up to and including Season 5
Rating: G - nothing shocking or graphic here. Just humor.
Author's note: I was dying to do a dragon story, and didn't have the time or room in my head to start another world, with all new characters (it's loud enough inside my head with the one's that are already in residence). So I figured I'd combine SG-1 and dragons. Hey, I think it works rather well. R&R pls. Oh, and it's a POV story, from Jack's POV.
The First Race Chp 1 - The Green, green grass of P4M 983
We'd decided several months ago to take turns being first through the Gate. It seemed to work, even the days when it was Daniels' turn. Somehow we always managed to have Teal'c go through slightly in front of Danny on those days. Just in case. Now don't get me wrong, the boy has grown up a lot since that first mission to Abydos. Repetitive ribbon torture and death will do that to a man. But much as I trust and respect Daniel, I just can't let him go through that gate first. Luckily, Teal'c and Carter agree with me. Not that I need their approval. I'm their CO. They do what I tell them to. Sometimes. Every now and then.
"Colonel?" I heard Carter call my name. I turned to see her staring at me, a smile lighting her face.
"Yes, Major?" I was dying to tell her about her forthcoming promotion, but decided against it. I just loved it when, for once, I could surprise her, instead of the other way around.
"It's your turn, Sir." I stared at her, blankly. Obviously she knew what we were talking about. I hoped that if I stayed silent long enough, she'd explain it to me. It usually worked. "To go through the Stargate, Sir. Remember?" She was openly smiling now.
"Of course I remember, Major." See? It always works. "It's not something I'm likely to forget, now is it?" I looked at the other two members of SG-1. Daniel had his handkerchief out, taking one last blow before departure. It was so much part of his routine, and therefore SG-1's, that when he wasn't part of the team (which did occur with frightening regularity given the amount of times he's been injured) I tended to miss it. Another reason why we won't let Daniel through the gate first. His first instinct is to sneeze. Which isn't a good thing when you're supposed to be on the lookout for bad things. I walked towards the Stargate, taking a slightly deeper breath than normal just prior to stepping through the event horizon. As always, now, there was no stumble (or rather, flinging of the body several feet away from the Stargate) as I exited the other side. It had taken time, but we now knew how to adjust our body weight, in transit as it were, for an easier 'landing'. Carter had explained it. At least, she'd explained something. I'd tuned out within the first few sentences.
"Six is clear, Sir." Carter said, checking out behind the Gate. I scanned the immediate area, noticing the presence of trees. Once again. Big, hulking trees. Conifers of some sort. Did I ever tell anyone that I hate trees? Anyway, aside from the distinct lack of open space, I couldn't see any threat. Just....trees.
"Okay, kids, let's move out. The village is a good hour away." Again with the walking. I've asked Daniel why people don't populate the area directly near the Stargate. It would make visiting so much easier on the feet. He'd said something about worship and ritualized journeys. I'd tuned out again. I've realized I do that a lot with Jackson and Carter. Must be the whole Scientist thing.
The walk to the village was uneventful. Just a lot of footsteps, one after the other. Very repetitive. Like tree's, really. We stopped on the rise just outside the village. The first thought I had was that the village would be very hard to defend from attack. There was a rise before the village, hiding the forest floor from view, and the slope leading into the common square meant that villagers, if they were fighting, would be fighting up-hill. And that's never a good thing. I shut off my military examination as Daniel, with typical enthusiasm, walked down the rise and started across the large field, heading into the village proper. I sighed.
"We're going to have to have another word to him about that."
"I concur." I loved it when people agree with me. Sam just smiled slightly, and we three that were left on the rise followed after the archaeologist. The village square was full of people. They looked to be Caucasian. Daniel was talking rapidly with them, his tongue rolling smoothly over the language. I listened for a minute, then decided not to try to emulate him. I hate spraining my tongue. It hurts.
"Dr Jackson?" I asked dryly. Daniel looked up, slightly startled. He went into his own little world when we met knew people.
"Jack! This is Dennis! He's the Laird here." Daniel introduced me to a tall man, about my height, with thick black hair and very suspicious eyes. I liked him immediately.
"Any idea who they are, Daniel?" Sam asked, turning to watch the rest of the village. Teal'c was standing silently by, his hand braced on his staff weapon.
"They're speaking Gaelic. I think they're ancient Britons." He pushed his glasses up, a habit he had when he was excited about a new discovery. "It's a slightly altered version of Welsh. They seem to-."
"Ach!" I held up my hand, stopping his lecture. They were Gaelic. Fine, good. I had all the information I needed. "They're Gaelic? From Britain? Good. Do they speak English?"
"No. They're Celtic. Not English. The English language came about through the influence of many cultures on the English Celtic tribes, like Gallic and Nordic. The Scottish had Viking influence among others. The Welsh remained as close to pure Celt as you can get."
"Daniel. This is fascinating. But can we proceed?" I waved my hand at the villagers surrounding us. They copied me. Great.
"They are very colourful, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c observed, staring at the group en large. Now that Teal'c mentioned it, they were dressed very brightly. Lots of greens and yellows, with reds and blue's scattered here and there. Daniel was chattering in what was obviously Gaelic to Dennis, pointing at the villagers. Dennis nodded, twisting his tongue around his answer. You gotta respect a guy who can speak such an.... interesting language without spitting. Well, I respected it, anyway. Daniel turned back to me, a frown developing behind his glasses.
"They're celebrating some sort of event. Dennis calls it the... Iun llan ddyrin. I think it means Sky Gods. The day of the Sky Gods."
"Goa'uld?" Sam and I asked at the same time. I looked up instinctively, expecting to find one of those big pyramid ships just hanging there. I was ecstatic not to find one.
"I don't think so. These guys seem to be very eager to celebrate this ritual. Usually, when we've come across Goa'uld rituals, it involves fear and reluctance. I'm not getting that from Dennis." He turned back to Dennis and continued the tongue-mangling conversation.
"Get as much info out of our friend as you can. We're going exploring." Daniel nodded, but I knew he was already deeply involved in finding out about the new culture. At least he remained constant.
"Carter." I called my 2IC over to me. She wandered over, smiling at the children who were watching us intently.
"Yes, sir?" She asked, standing next to me.
"See if you can find any evidence of Goa'uld occupation. I want to figure out who these Sky Gods are. They could still be Goa'uld."
"Yes, sir." I watched her walk away. I just wanted to make sure I knew which direction she was headed. Really. It had nothing to do with her..... Jonathon O'Neill with two L's. Get your eyes off your 2IC!
"O'Neill. You are staring again." Teal'c announced from just behind me. I jumped. I know I did. I hate it when I'm surprised.
"Dammit, Teal'c! Don't do that! And I wasn't staring." Teal'c just raised that damned eye-brow at me. How the hell can one eye-brow say so much? I want to know where he learned that trick. "I wasn't. I was merely.... Assessing in which direction the Major was headed."
"Indeed. If that is the case, please excuse my presumption that you were in fact observing Major Carter's backside." Teal'c walked away, but not soon enough for me to miss the slight smile cross over his face. Sanctimonious bastard. Just because he was married. With a son. And no regulations.....Ja-ack!
Right. Job. Place of Employment. Leadership duties. What to do? Stand around and listen Daniel yatter in Gaelic? Maybe. Check perimeter with Teal'c? Nah, boring. Bug Sam? Even I could feel the grin cross my mouth. I was just heading off to find her when Daniel called me over. As ever, perfect timing on the Doctor's part. Damn him.
"Yes, Daniel?" I wandered over, absently holding the rifle in my hands.
"Dennis tells me that the ritual will be taking place as the sun reaches it's Zenith." I stared at him. "Midday, Jack. Noon. When the sun is at it's peak. In about ten minutes. He's not telling me much more. Other than that 'they will come to us'."
"Who will come to us, Daniel? It's the who I want to know about."
"All I can get out of him is the Sky Gods. He doesn't know what else to call them." I looked around at the cheerful village and made my decision.
"Okay, kids." I called across the radio. "We're going to go and play a little hide and seek over the other side of the rise. See just who these Sky Gods are. Move out, people." I shut the radio off and jerked my head at Daniel to follow. After doing that silent objection dance that he's so fond of (and that I just love to make him do) he followed, telling Dennis something. Probably something derogatory about his oh-so charming leader.
The rise was comfortable. For dirt and grass and stones. So, actually, not that comfortable. Rocks poking in at odd places across the body can make for an interesting pattern of bruises. I know. I've had them before. The things we do for our work. According to Daniel, the sun was about to reach it's zenith. Why he didn't just say it was midday, I'll never figure, but who am I to argue with a linguistic genius? (Just never say that out loud, Jack O'Neill. He'll never let it go.) We waited, watching through our binoculars as the villagers chanted and danced. It looked like fun. I was almost tempted to say, 'bugger regulations an OH&S, let's join in!' But I didn't. Who says I don't have restraint?
"Sir." Carter whispered, pointing with her .... pointer finger (hah! I cracked a joke!) off to the horizon. There were dim shapes. Small at the moment, but gaining in size. Wings out wide, with a thick body. Crescent shaped. They looked a lot like death gliders. That did not bode well for the villagers. We continued to watch silently, as the objects approached.
"O'Neill, I believe that their wings are moving." Teal'c said quietly from beside me. I'd just noticed the same thing, and was glad that he'd confirmed it.
"What the hell are they?" I squinted, in the vein hope that making my eyes smaller would allow me to see further. Hey, I never said I was smart! They were approaching fairly quickly now, and I saw that there was about half a dozen of them. Flying in low over the mountains.
"Oh, God!" Carter breathed from beside me. "Sir, I think they're...." She faded off. Not fair. She has better eyesight than me. And she's got the binoculars...
"They're dragon's." Daniel said in a shocked voice. I stared at him, convinced he'd finally lost it. Overdosed on Anti-hystamein. Dragons. Uhuh. Yup. I turned back to have a look at the approaching death-gliders and nearly had a heart-attack. Which isn't a good thing to do when you're on another planet, a long way from the Stargate. Trust me.
Spoilers: It's set in the future, so anything up to and including Season 5
Rating: G - nothing shocking or graphic here. Just humor.
Author's note: I was dying to do a dragon story, and didn't have the time or room in my head to start another world, with all new characters (it's loud enough inside my head with the one's that are already in residence). So I figured I'd combine SG-1 and dragons. Hey, I think it works rather well. R&R pls. Oh, and it's a POV story, from Jack's POV.
The First Race Chp 1 - The Green, green grass of P4M 983
We'd decided several months ago to take turns being first through the Gate. It seemed to work, even the days when it was Daniels' turn. Somehow we always managed to have Teal'c go through slightly in front of Danny on those days. Just in case. Now don't get me wrong, the boy has grown up a lot since that first mission to Abydos. Repetitive ribbon torture and death will do that to a man. But much as I trust and respect Daniel, I just can't let him go through that gate first. Luckily, Teal'c and Carter agree with me. Not that I need their approval. I'm their CO. They do what I tell them to. Sometimes. Every now and then.
"Colonel?" I heard Carter call my name. I turned to see her staring at me, a smile lighting her face.
"Yes, Major?" I was dying to tell her about her forthcoming promotion, but decided against it. I just loved it when, for once, I could surprise her, instead of the other way around.
"It's your turn, Sir." I stared at her, blankly. Obviously she knew what we were talking about. I hoped that if I stayed silent long enough, she'd explain it to me. It usually worked. "To go through the Stargate, Sir. Remember?" She was openly smiling now.
"Of course I remember, Major." See? It always works. "It's not something I'm likely to forget, now is it?" I looked at the other two members of SG-1. Daniel had his handkerchief out, taking one last blow before departure. It was so much part of his routine, and therefore SG-1's, that when he wasn't part of the team (which did occur with frightening regularity given the amount of times he's been injured) I tended to miss it. Another reason why we won't let Daniel through the gate first. His first instinct is to sneeze. Which isn't a good thing when you're supposed to be on the lookout for bad things. I walked towards the Stargate, taking a slightly deeper breath than normal just prior to stepping through the event horizon. As always, now, there was no stumble (or rather, flinging of the body several feet away from the Stargate) as I exited the other side. It had taken time, but we now knew how to adjust our body weight, in transit as it were, for an easier 'landing'. Carter had explained it. At least, she'd explained something. I'd tuned out within the first few sentences.
"Six is clear, Sir." Carter said, checking out behind the Gate. I scanned the immediate area, noticing the presence of trees. Once again. Big, hulking trees. Conifers of some sort. Did I ever tell anyone that I hate trees? Anyway, aside from the distinct lack of open space, I couldn't see any threat. Just....trees.
"Okay, kids, let's move out. The village is a good hour away." Again with the walking. I've asked Daniel why people don't populate the area directly near the Stargate. It would make visiting so much easier on the feet. He'd said something about worship and ritualized journeys. I'd tuned out again. I've realized I do that a lot with Jackson and Carter. Must be the whole Scientist thing.
The walk to the village was uneventful. Just a lot of footsteps, one after the other. Very repetitive. Like tree's, really. We stopped on the rise just outside the village. The first thought I had was that the village would be very hard to defend from attack. There was a rise before the village, hiding the forest floor from view, and the slope leading into the common square meant that villagers, if they were fighting, would be fighting up-hill. And that's never a good thing. I shut off my military examination as Daniel, with typical enthusiasm, walked down the rise and started across the large field, heading into the village proper. I sighed.
"We're going to have to have another word to him about that."
"I concur." I loved it when people agree with me. Sam just smiled slightly, and we three that were left on the rise followed after the archaeologist. The village square was full of people. They looked to be Caucasian. Daniel was talking rapidly with them, his tongue rolling smoothly over the language. I listened for a minute, then decided not to try to emulate him. I hate spraining my tongue. It hurts.
"Dr Jackson?" I asked dryly. Daniel looked up, slightly startled. He went into his own little world when we met knew people.
"Jack! This is Dennis! He's the Laird here." Daniel introduced me to a tall man, about my height, with thick black hair and very suspicious eyes. I liked him immediately.
"Any idea who they are, Daniel?" Sam asked, turning to watch the rest of the village. Teal'c was standing silently by, his hand braced on his staff weapon.
"They're speaking Gaelic. I think they're ancient Britons." He pushed his glasses up, a habit he had when he was excited about a new discovery. "It's a slightly altered version of Welsh. They seem to-."
"Ach!" I held up my hand, stopping his lecture. They were Gaelic. Fine, good. I had all the information I needed. "They're Gaelic? From Britain? Good. Do they speak English?"
"No. They're Celtic. Not English. The English language came about through the influence of many cultures on the English Celtic tribes, like Gallic and Nordic. The Scottish had Viking influence among others. The Welsh remained as close to pure Celt as you can get."
"Daniel. This is fascinating. But can we proceed?" I waved my hand at the villagers surrounding us. They copied me. Great.
"They are very colourful, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c observed, staring at the group en large. Now that Teal'c mentioned it, they were dressed very brightly. Lots of greens and yellows, with reds and blue's scattered here and there. Daniel was chattering in what was obviously Gaelic to Dennis, pointing at the villagers. Dennis nodded, twisting his tongue around his answer. You gotta respect a guy who can speak such an.... interesting language without spitting. Well, I respected it, anyway. Daniel turned back to me, a frown developing behind his glasses.
"They're celebrating some sort of event. Dennis calls it the... Iun llan ddyrin. I think it means Sky Gods. The day of the Sky Gods."
"Goa'uld?" Sam and I asked at the same time. I looked up instinctively, expecting to find one of those big pyramid ships just hanging there. I was ecstatic not to find one.
"I don't think so. These guys seem to be very eager to celebrate this ritual. Usually, when we've come across Goa'uld rituals, it involves fear and reluctance. I'm not getting that from Dennis." He turned back to Dennis and continued the tongue-mangling conversation.
"Get as much info out of our friend as you can. We're going exploring." Daniel nodded, but I knew he was already deeply involved in finding out about the new culture. At least he remained constant.
"Carter." I called my 2IC over to me. She wandered over, smiling at the children who were watching us intently.
"Yes, sir?" She asked, standing next to me.
"See if you can find any evidence of Goa'uld occupation. I want to figure out who these Sky Gods are. They could still be Goa'uld."
"Yes, sir." I watched her walk away. I just wanted to make sure I knew which direction she was headed. Really. It had nothing to do with her..... Jonathon O'Neill with two L's. Get your eyes off your 2IC!
"O'Neill. You are staring again." Teal'c announced from just behind me. I jumped. I know I did. I hate it when I'm surprised.
"Dammit, Teal'c! Don't do that! And I wasn't staring." Teal'c just raised that damned eye-brow at me. How the hell can one eye-brow say so much? I want to know where he learned that trick. "I wasn't. I was merely.... Assessing in which direction the Major was headed."
"Indeed. If that is the case, please excuse my presumption that you were in fact observing Major Carter's backside." Teal'c walked away, but not soon enough for me to miss the slight smile cross over his face. Sanctimonious bastard. Just because he was married. With a son. And no regulations.....Ja-ack!
Right. Job. Place of Employment. Leadership duties. What to do? Stand around and listen Daniel yatter in Gaelic? Maybe. Check perimeter with Teal'c? Nah, boring. Bug Sam? Even I could feel the grin cross my mouth. I was just heading off to find her when Daniel called me over. As ever, perfect timing on the Doctor's part. Damn him.
"Yes, Daniel?" I wandered over, absently holding the rifle in my hands.
"Dennis tells me that the ritual will be taking place as the sun reaches it's Zenith." I stared at him. "Midday, Jack. Noon. When the sun is at it's peak. In about ten minutes. He's not telling me much more. Other than that 'they will come to us'."
"Who will come to us, Daniel? It's the who I want to know about."
"All I can get out of him is the Sky Gods. He doesn't know what else to call them." I looked around at the cheerful village and made my decision.
"Okay, kids." I called across the radio. "We're going to go and play a little hide and seek over the other side of the rise. See just who these Sky Gods are. Move out, people." I shut the radio off and jerked my head at Daniel to follow. After doing that silent objection dance that he's so fond of (and that I just love to make him do) he followed, telling Dennis something. Probably something derogatory about his oh-so charming leader.
The rise was comfortable. For dirt and grass and stones. So, actually, not that comfortable. Rocks poking in at odd places across the body can make for an interesting pattern of bruises. I know. I've had them before. The things we do for our work. According to Daniel, the sun was about to reach it's zenith. Why he didn't just say it was midday, I'll never figure, but who am I to argue with a linguistic genius? (Just never say that out loud, Jack O'Neill. He'll never let it go.) We waited, watching through our binoculars as the villagers chanted and danced. It looked like fun. I was almost tempted to say, 'bugger regulations an OH&S, let's join in!' But I didn't. Who says I don't have restraint?
"Sir." Carter whispered, pointing with her .... pointer finger (hah! I cracked a joke!) off to the horizon. There were dim shapes. Small at the moment, but gaining in size. Wings out wide, with a thick body. Crescent shaped. They looked a lot like death gliders. That did not bode well for the villagers. We continued to watch silently, as the objects approached.
"O'Neill, I believe that their wings are moving." Teal'c said quietly from beside me. I'd just noticed the same thing, and was glad that he'd confirmed it.
"What the hell are they?" I squinted, in the vein hope that making my eyes smaller would allow me to see further. Hey, I never said I was smart! They were approaching fairly quickly now, and I saw that there was about half a dozen of them. Flying in low over the mountains.
"Oh, God!" Carter breathed from beside me. "Sir, I think they're...." She faded off. Not fair. She has better eyesight than me. And she's got the binoculars...
"They're dragon's." Daniel said in a shocked voice. I stared at him, convinced he'd finally lost it. Overdosed on Anti-hystamein. Dragons. Uhuh. Yup. I turned back to have a look at the approaching death-gliders and nearly had a heart-attack. Which isn't a good thing to do when you're on another planet, a long way from the Stargate. Trust me.