WARNINGS
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please...
Summary: Sam warns the next generation of 'Gate
travelers of the cost SG-1 paid for their discoveries. Slash,
Jack/Daniel.
Rating: Pg-13.
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Let us talk of
graves, of worms and epithets,
Of nations whole and souls in
half.
Of memories in talk and song:
Of dead false gods and of
prophets being wrong.
Let us recall our sorrows - more than we
could bear;
Of finding only lies and grief and gods who do not
care:
All this, to warn those who now retread this path,
For it
does not lead to graves, worms or even an epithet.
Two men I
knew, brothers, souls entwined,
More than lovers, more than any
love that we could find,
Begun this journey for us, traveling near
and far
In hopes of finding mystery and wonder under a different
star.
Silence was their only reward, and silence, too, Teal'c and
I found:
For all those who wished us well were, by then, deep
under forgotten ground.
All four, searching, found ten vicious
souls for each soul kind,
And ten painful memories to try and put
out of sight - out of mind.
Now those splintered memories have
been thrust into a rusting box
Where we bound them tight and
locked a thousand locks
To keep them there, silent and still:
What
price, freedom? What price, will?
For freedom, who would we kill?
A lover or a friend,
Once killed, where is the line drawn? How
does it end?
We are no Fifth Race. We do not have the wisdom of
the Nox.
We are still infants, crying from our shocks.
And
so, Teal'c and I, many years down the line,
Carry with us guilt
and memories, growing sharper with time
And distance passed. But
what can one person do?
We have no myths or legends now. We have
no stories that are true.
There is no smiling pair with us anymore
-
They left quietly, and softly closed the door.
One turned on
the other, lifted their gun and drew the line:
Then it was over,
and the survivor locked his eyes with mine.
Then we lost the
second of the two to those gods from afar -
The second of our
sweet smiling pair, lifting the gun and leaving the door ajar.
There
are two ghosts here, in SCG, smiling each time we step through the
'Gate.
Smiling once more because that pair cheated fate,
Escaping
that frightening existence in a shell, a forsaken haunt -
Yet
still I shiver, and Teal'c turns somber eyes to me, his face forever
gaunt.
Listen now, and heed my words: I have buried friends under
a foreign unforgiving star...
It was not worth it. Not to lose
that smiling pair for a handful of naquada.
