Title: Apocalypse
Spoilers: Nothing specific if anything.
Season: (AU) Doesn't really matter but any time after Jacob becomes a Tok'ra.
Warnings: Maybe some language
Summary: At first he SGC had no idea how important the young man, who could cause the Tok'ra to come running with a single word, a young man who could bring Selmak to tears, was when he literally fell into their laps.
Parings: Not sure yet it's a WIP so anything's possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Stargate SG-1 or anything to do with the X-Men world. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author.
A/N: This is kind of sort of a cross over with X-Men Evolution but I probably won't actually bring any main X-Men characters in, some of them may make quick appearances and/or be mentioned but it's mostly just the fact that mutants exist that makes this story have anything to do with the X-Men. You don't really need to know anything about the X-Men to understand this story. And also I borrowed the word "Mah'di" from the Dune series but this story has absolutely nothing to do with Dune in any way shape or form I just liked the word.
The night sky was clear and full of stars shining like diamonds, as the figure of a young man, with slightly shaggy black hair, a muscular and well toned body, and a tan from years spent in the sun, crashed through the woods, heart racing. 'Run. Gotta keep running. Don't look back' was the only thing flashing through the figure's head.
Trees everywhere reached out trying to trip up the man. Exhaustion was threatening to take over, but the sound of angry voices shouting from not far behind kept him moving. The man had been so sure he could rescue the group of mutants being held by The FOH and destroy the base with out any help from any one.
Of course he'd freed the mutants he always did when he undertook these kind of missions. It was the second part of his plan that had backfired. The FOH had been busy these last few months improving their defenses and because of his self centeredness and arrogance he'd nearly been caught himself, would be if he didn't find somewhere to hide out and soon.
As if some higher power had been listening the man came across a fence with a large sign declaring the area beyond it as being Military property and trespassers would be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
'Stay here and definitely get caught by The FOH or take my chances with the military?' The man only took a split second to decide before scrambling over the fence and once again disappearing into the cover of the trees.
The fence didn't stop the man's pursuers any more than it had the man, they continued after their prey never letting up. Feeling his adrenalin rush beginning to wear off the man desperately looked for a place to hide. Again as if some higher power had been listening the man tripped over something on the ground.
Looking closer the man discovered a metal hatch. Taking a quick moment to catch his breath the man debated over whether or not he should explore the hatch and see where it took him. With the help of his enhanced senses the man was able to hear and smell his pursuers closing in. Glancing over his shoulder the man was just able to, thanks to his enhanced sight, see a brief silhouette of one of his chasers. Not bothering and not having time to try and pick the lock on the hatch the man merely phased through the hatch never looking back.
Today had not been a good day for Jack. Due to an over all diagnostic being run on the gate and the entire base computer system all off world missions had been put on hold, which meant Jack was stuck trying to catch up on almost four months worth of paper work.
As far as Jack was concerned it had been a completely unfair day. Sam had gotten to have her fun with the diagnostic, Daniel had gotten to play with his rocks and what not, and Teal'c well Jack wasn't sure what he'd been up to all day, but what ever it was Jack was sure it had to have been a lot more fun than paper work.
Thankfully the day was almost over all Jack had to do now was attend a quick briefing with Sam and General Hammond about how the diagnostic had gone, and then he'd be off scot-free and able to go home and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the night.
Arriving in the briefing room Jack was slightly surprised to find Daniel and Teal'c there along with Sam and General Hammond. 'Man their day must have been more boring than I thought if they're willing attending this briefing' Jack thought to himself as he took his seat.
Finding his way into the venting system the man began trying to find another way out of where ever he was. After about five minutes of crawling the man felt the last of the adrenalin that had kept him going seep out of his body. Not having the energy to go on the man stopped moving and rested for a bit.
Knowing that he had to keep going the man began to force himself forward again, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side. Investigating where the pain came from the man found the side of his shirt coved in blood and a gunshot wound in his side.
'Guess those guys weren't as bad of a shot as I thought.' The figure slightly smirked. 'That explains why I feel like I have no energy: bleeding to death will tend to do that to you.'
Ripping the sleeves off his sweater the man quickly bandaged the wound the best he could, before slowly continuing forward. Another ten minutes and the man had to stop and rest again. Deciding he might as well see what he could learn about where he was while he was resting, the man made himself as comfortable as possible next to a vent cover.
With his wound still bleeding heavily and the energy draining out of him it was difficult for the man to fully follow the conversation going on below in what looked like a briefing room of sorts, he did pick up something about a diagnostic but that was about it.
With out fully realizing it the man had started to drift off. At the last minute the man jerked himself awake causing himself to feel light headed and dizzy. Trying to get his bearings the man leaned over on one side, that's when he heard it a small creak. Staring down the man realized he'd moved himself onto the vent, before he could even think about moving the vent gave out under the weight of his body and sent him crashing down on the briefing room table right on his injured side.
The man squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out as agonizing pain shot through his body threatening to make him pass out. After a second the pain went from agonizing to a dull throb. Opening his eyes the man was greeted by the shocked stares of all those in the room.
One of the people breaking out of their shock went to reach for the man. Reacting on pure instinct learnedfrom years of being chased after, the man with out thinking roll off the table only to have the pain in his side race through his body again. This time it was too much and the last thing he registered before unconsciousness began to claim him was someone calling for a Dr. Frasier.
General Hammond had been getting ready to dismiss SG-1 to go home after what he had to admit had been a nice quite and uneventful day, when out of nowhere a young man had come falling almost literally into his lap. After that his nice quiet, uneventful day had gone right out the window.
Immediately the base had been put on alert and every inch of it had been searched for more intruders. When no more intruders had been found and Dr. Frasier was sure the man was no longer in any danger of bleeding to death General Hammond had called a briefing to see what they'd learned about the man.
"As you all know at about 22:00 hours we discovered an intruder." Hammond started. "Now what I want to know is who is this man and what was he doing here? Doctor?"
"Well unfortunately the young man had no identification on him so I couldn't tell you who he is. I do know that he came in with two gunshot wounds to the side. One shout was just a graze and not too deep, how ever the other gunshot wound was a lot more serious and we were forced to take him into surgery." Janet reported. "He should fully recover."
"So he's human then?" Sam asked when Janet was done.
"Yes as far as I can tell. I'm still waiting on some lab results but all preliminary tests say he's a normal human."
"What no snake in the head, poison in the teeth, bomb in the chest?" Jack jumped in sarcastically.
"No sir. He's a normal human male, I'd say he's about 19-20 years old."
This wasn't making any sense to the people in the room. They were so use to dealing with the strange and unusual that no one was quiet sure how to handle dealing with something considered normal. Before anything more could be said the group was interrupted by call for security to the infirmary.
Not waiting to be dismissed Janet bolted from the room headed for the infirmary with SG-1 and Hammond right on her heels.
Jerking awake after one hell of a nightmare the young sat up straight in the bed he was laying in. The sheets and blankets were twisted all around his body and covered in sweat. Quickly gathering himself the man checked out his surroundings andfound himself in what looked to be a military lab/hospital.
'Shit I gotta get the hell out of here and fast.' The man knowing full well from experience what could happen if they found out he was a mutant quickly but with out drawing attention to himself got out of bed. After a hurried scan of the room the man found a pair of scrub pants and pulled them on getting rid of the hospital gown he had been wearing.
The man wasn't naïve he knew there'd be guards. So shoeless (the man preferred it that way. Made it easier to get around silently) and shirtless the man quickly made for the door trying to escape, hoping to catch the guards off guard.
The man hadn't been expecting as many guards as there were. He'd only thought there'd be the typical one or two guards not four. The man managed to take the two by his door by surprise but not before one of them could alert the other two that were standing by a door further down the corridor.
Like before the man reacted with pure instinct, letting his almost animal like side, that he struggled so hard to suppress every day, come to the surface. It wasn't long before more people were alerted to the fight and more guards appeared to try and help restrain the man.
The man had just finished downing another guard and was starting to go at it with another one when Frasier, SG-1, and Hammond arrived on the scene. Seeing that there was no way they were going to be able to physically restrain the man Jack grabbed a zat from a near by SF and fired at the man.
The man felt the energy of the zat blast hit him and instead of being incapacitated by it the man just absorb the energy into his body, quickly finished with the guard and then turned towards Jack. Thinkingthe man was about to go after his CO the SF raised his gun about to shoot when the man, seeing the SF raise his gun, merely raised one hand and shocked everybody watching by creating an energy ball in his hand and throwing it at the SF hitting him square in the chest, sending the SF to the ground.
"Ya'll might wanna to be thinking real hard about your next move." The man warned, creating another energy ball in his hand. "Now if you'll all excuse me I'll be on my way."
Not knowing what else to do the others put their weapons down and stood out of the man's way. With the energy ball still in his hand the man made to leave when he stopped short, cocked his head slightly, closed his eyes and took a few sniffs of the air. Turning towards Sam the man took a few more sniffs and then opened his eyes looking directly into Sam's.
"You are of the Tok'ra…or at least you were." The man stated. After taking another quick sniff the man closed his eyes in sorrow and heaved a small sigh and whispered one word that had everyone in shock and taking a closer look at the man trying to figure out who or what he was. "Jolinar."
So who is this mysterious man? What is this mysterious man? How does he know about Sam being a host and Jolinar? Review if you want to find out.
And remember this is a WIP, I'm making it up as I go along so if you have any ideas let me know I might like to use them (With your permission of course).