Title: Inheritance

Previously: Forced into isolation, SG-1 must wait until their future counterparts can send them home. Everyone refuses to provide useful intel for the war, except one. Another Ori attack on Earth forces SG-1 to flee.

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Chapter Four

They arrived in the familiar surroundings of Chulac, Teal'c's homeworld. He breathed in the fresh air and reveled in its scent. A small smile danced on his lips.

Just barely visible in the faint moonlight, a lonely figure concealed in simple brown robes stood near the DHD. Diana ran to him, wrapping her arms around the person, who happily returned the favor. The figure did not speak and never revealed his face. Diana turned back to the team. "Come, my friend will take us somewhere safe."

They found themselves in a small home located in an isolated clearing. It only contained four rooms. Diana explained that this was a safe house for refugees of the war. Her concealed companion silently led the members of SG-1 to their rooms. With a chocolate-colored hand, he pointed at the first door and then at Teal'c. The Jaffa understood and entered. He then motioned for Cameron and Sam to use the next room, while Daniel and Vala were assigned to the third. When the men were about to object, Diana's look told them to stop or else.

"My friend and I will try to dial Earth. You stay here and don't move," she commanded. Despite their objections, she locked each of them in their rooms.

"What is it with these people and locked doors?" Cameron complained. "I swear to God that's the first thing that's goin' when we get back." Sam only shook her head.

In the other room, Vala had a similar complaint. Daniel rolled his eyes. "She's doing this for our own good. I'm sure she's read your file and knows that you can't be trusted."

Vala looked hurt. "Can't be trusted?"

Her meek answer made him think twice about his words. "I mean, in this sort of situation," he corrected.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "And what situation is that?"

Daniel sighed. "Look, that just came out wrong. I'm sorry."

But she wouldn't have it. Vala engaged him in a quiet argument about trust.

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Outside, Diana unsuccessfully tried to dial Earth several times. "It's not working!" She slammed her fists into the console.

The figure beside her spoke in a booming voice. "I have already sent ships to render assistance to the Tau'ri."

"Thank you, Teal'c." She buried her head into his robed chest. He hugged her back affectionately. When she looked up, he placed a hand on her head, as if patting the head of a child. "What will we do with the others? The planet with the time machine has already been overrun with Ori in this time period."

"We will find a way to send them back. We must," he said. "But come, the answers will not come to us without rest. Let us retire." And with that, he led her back to the house.

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Morning came quietly. The robed figure returned to let the members of SG-1 out of their rooms. He found Cameron and Sam dressed and ready to go. Daniel and Vala, however, were curled in each other's arms on the single bed of the room. He smiled to himself beneath his hood, and left them to sleep peacefully.

Daniel opened his eyes slowly. He had never slept so well in years. Feeling foreign hair tickle his chin, he realized why. Their heated discussion nearly turned violent until he did something neither of them expected. He defused the situation by kissing her. At first, she resisted, enraged that he would dare do this while in the middle of an argument. But Vala soon changed her mind at the sweetness in his kiss.

Her attitude was transformed from that moment on. Daniel expected her to ask him for more, but she did not, content with his sweet lips on hers. They fell asleep together, enjoying the comfort of each other's arms. Now she was slowly opening her eyes, locking them with Daniel's. The two of them smiled.

They followed sounds to their friends outside. When Daniel and Vala appeared with hands glued together, the robed figure merely inclined his head. Cameron and Sam gaped silently. This, however, was bound to happen. They accepted it quickly and went on to watch the display before them as they ate.

Diana and the younger Teal'c were sparring with long wooden staffs. Ever since she had demonstrated above-average fighting skills in the Gate room, Teal'c wondered who had taught her. It was actually he who challenged her to this, and she gladly accepted. Mitchell shook his head in wonder. "This is the next generation folks. She probably trained with the best that the Jaffa nation has to offer."

The older, concealed Teal'c held back his agreement. He observed his younger self as he struggled to keep Diana at bay. She predicted his every move and met it with a counter-blow. Unfortunately for the younger Teal'c, she had the advantage of already fighting with him for years on end. Between school years on Earth, her parents sent her to Chulac to learn how to defend herself. But this, however, was something that could not be revealed now.

"So, big guy, do you talk?" Mitchell addressed the older Teal'c and was ignored. "Guess not."

"Cameron, he's – or she's – probably concealing himself – or herself – for a reason," Sam stumbled over the proper grammar. "We are in the future."

"Yes. Yes we are," he conceded.

In the middle of a strike, Diana's staff stopped mid-air. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Teal'c nearly took the opening to hit back, but stopped at her expression. From his seat, the robed figure stood suddenly. Her staff hit the ground as she collapsed. Teal'c knelt down but moved back as her friend approached rather quickly.

Closer to the house, the team stood, watching carefully as the mystery man turned her onto her back. Vala whispered toward Daniel, "Why does she always faint like that? One would think she's a liability on a mission, and yet she outranks that funny little Junior character."

Daniel furrowed his brow. "Both times she fainted before, the SGC was attacked immediately after."

Sam nodded. "I've been thinking about that, too. It's possible that the Ori have some sort of effect on her."

"I think it's more than that," Mitchell interrupted. They turned to look at their leader. "In the last battle, she's the reason the Ori weapons wouldn't fire. She… did something."

"What? What did she do? Wave her hand and make their toys magically die out?" Vala asked sarcastically.

"That's exactly what she did," he replied back with a serious tone.

"Oh." Vala turned back to look at the woman, who was now sitting up and teetering to and fro.

Teal'c's eyes told them something was wrong. Daniel called out to his friend. "Teal'c, what is it?"

The Jaffa glanced around him suspiciously and stood with his staff raised in defense. The naquedah in both his and Vala's blood began to boil. She shivered in disgust. Sam soon felt the same. "Goa'uld," he said plainly. The team began to look nervously around them.

The robed man hurried them into the house. Mitchell and Vala complained that they had no weapons beside the fighting staffs. Their host held up a hand to silence them. He moved to a panel on the wall and opened it, revealing some advanced electronics inside. Sam gasped and moved closer to observe as he entered a code and activated a phase machine. The room flashed. "We're out of phase," she announced to her team. "We're safe."

Daniel pulled back a curtain. "And they're here." The team cautiously peeked outside, seeing two overdressed Goa'ulds followed by a small set of bodyguards. One loyal Jaffa actually stepped into the house unknowingly, but seemed to have no idea that they were there.

Vala shivered again. She had not been this close to a Goa'uld since Adria was possessed months ago.

Lights rang down from the sky as SGC personnel materialized, surrounding the enemy group. Zats at the ready, Lt. Colonel O'Neill, Jr. ordered the Jaffa to stand down. When they refused with laughter, he and his team zatted them all in one synchronized shot. Both the Goa'uld and the Jaffa fell to the ground. Two humans pulled the fallen Jaffa out of the house before the robed figure deactivated the phase machine. O'Neill's people faced the house as it reappeared.

While Junior addressed the house guests, his men gathered up the fallen enemies and beamed them up. They had just become prisoners of an age-old war. "Nice of you to drop in, Junior," Diana said with a hint of sarcasm.

He scowled at her, angry that she allowed their guests to see this operation. "Colonel."

"Lieutenant."

Vala whispered to anyone who could hear, "She really does outrank him."

"Report," the Colonel requested.

"The Ori managed to make a few hits before the defense mechanism was activated. We lost Tokyo and Madrid."

"Shit, you're kidding… How many?"

Junior's scowl turned into an expression of sorrow. "Colonel, let's not worry about that now."

"How many!" she yelled.

"Over 2 million. Ma'am."

"Oh dear God." She hung her head low as she sat on the steps of the house. She buried her face in her hands. The realization that two cities were just destroyed hit SG-1 like a ton of bricks. They slapped their faces in various ways and in disbelief.

"But thanks to the High Chancellor here," Junior continued as he gestured toward the robed man, "the Jaffa cruisers were able to distract the Ori long enough for me to power up the device and save the rest of the planet. It could have been worse." He stepped up to the older Teal'c and bowed. "Your ships were able to jump into hyperspace the minute the Earth went out of phase. They sustained minimal damage," he reported.

The High Chancellor merely inclined his hooded head. Teal'c turned warily toward the man, now ever more curious to know who he was. This, he thought, was the future of the Jaffa nation.

"And what about our Stargate, Lieutenant?"

"Damaged. Again."

Mitchell cut in. "Whoa, whoa, hold your horses there, buddy. What do you mean, damaged?"

Junior hesitated to answer.

"Oh Junior, just tell him! They've already seen this much, what's a little more going to hurt?"

He sighed. "Is that an order, Ma'am?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. If Daniel had seen, he would have recognized Vala's look on her face. "Do I have to make it one, Lieutenant?" she said with a dangerous tone.

Junior looked down at the ground before going on. "The Ori have found a way to dial in and send a bomb through the gate. It's powerful enough to break our shield momentarily and damage it. I still haven't figured out how to stop it," he said, defeated by the concept.

Sam stated more than asked, "And that's why you have to go out of phase every time they come?" He nodded dejectedly.

A young SF beamed down next to O'Neill, holding a thin computer pad in his hand. Junior nearly jumped out of his boots at the surprise. "Don't do that!"

Diana smirked. "Sorry, sir. The General would like you and the rest of SG-3 to report back to base." He turned to Diana and said casually, "Colonel Jackson, orders from the General," indicating the pad.

Her eyes went wide and so did Junior's. The robed figure looked at her, but none could see the shocked expression on his face. Hesitant at the Colonel's glare, the SF walked up to place the pad in her shaking hands. He pressed on his earpiece and was beamed up to the Earth ship in orbit.

Mitchell coughed. "Ahem. Jackson?" he queried. She buried her eyes into the pad, hoping for some distraction to prevent her from responding. The older Colonel looked to Daniel. His mouth hung open. Daniel could see it now. The hair. It was the hair. Exactly like… Vala's.

"Ohhhh, so close," Junior said to himself as he slapped his forehead and squinted his eyes.

"Diana," the younger Teal'c began, "Are you related to DanielJackson?"

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Is it true? What does this mean for the team and their future? Find out the truth about this story's namesake in the next chapter. Thanks for reading!