Ah! I've finnally posted the next chapter! I'm so very sorry to keep y'all waitin', it's just when life gives ya lemons...well ya iknow the rest... on with the show maties!
Eilyanna turned her head quickly when she saw a flash out of the corner of her eye. She saw her pup, who seemed extremely angry at something, stalking towards her and her mate. She had to suppress a grin at his facial expression, but it soon faded when she glanced at his eyes, but then she knew why they had changed, her eyes were black. But she also knew it would fade as he calmed down a bit, well maybe slightly more than a bit she decidedafter taking another look at his posture and body language.
"Jack!" Draco called. "I hadn't expected to see you so soon!"
O'Neill pulled the bag that held the stones out of his pack. He glanced at his watch and noticed that the cloak batteries had run out, he'd gotten out of there just in time. "Here they are, all seven of the damn things."
Draco lifted his front hand-like foot and took the bag from his offspring. "Thank you, pup. Though I don't see why you're so angry."
"I ran into Colonel Sheppard and his merry gaggle of goons!" O'Neill shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "That damn Ronan Dex knew all about you too! It seems you're worshiped on his planet! And what's better is when I got close to the stones, my mark began to burn! So Sheppard and all his brains had to come running when he heard me cry out in pain! After which they saw the mark and I got three guns pointed at me and the batteries on my cloak almost ran out! For God's sake I didn't even have to go to Atlantis to get the damn things! But of course they were on a planet that McKay wanted to explore when I got there!"
Eilyanna and Draco were hard pressed not to laugh as they saw him shouting and pacing back and so quickly they thought he would trip over his own feet in his haste to wear a hole in the floor. "Pup…" Draco started carefully. "You made it out alright didn't you? I don't see how bad this could have been."
O'Neill looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes, which after his rant had returned to their normal color. He glanced back at the Dragons and grinned. "Yeah, I guess it wasn't all that bad." His smile faltered, then disappeared. "But I have to get back to the cabin. I'm supposed to be there at the moment."
Draco nodded. "Go, quickly, you mustn't be caught."
Jack nodded and was gone in a flash of blue white light. He opened his eyes to find him self, along with his truck, out side of the cabin, standing in the drive way with his suitcase on the ground by his feet. Sighing he picked it up and made his way to the front door. He really felt bad imposing on his Dad like this, especially because he'd been gone for six months and assumed dead.
Carefully he lifted his hand and knocked three times. He listened and heard the scrape of a chair being pushed back, then the sound of footsteps as his Dad walked to the door. When it opened O'Neill swore his father could have dropped dead and died on the spot. He was extremely shocked to see him standing there, after he had seen his body buried six feet under.
"Hi." Jack broke the long uncomfortable silence that he had spent shifting from foot to foot. "Can I, uh, come in? It's kinda cold out here."
Patrick O'Neill still didn't say a word, just stepped back and let his son, whom he thought was dead; walk into the house, shutting the door behind him. The elder O'Neill just stared for a long moment into his son's eyes, and Jack stared right back. Patrick swallowed and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He blinked back some unwelcome tears as he stared into Jack's eyes.
"Jack?" He managed to choke out. "Wh-what…? H-how a-are you…?"
Jack smiled softly. "It's a long story, Dad." He said gently. "But an amazing one that I fully intend to tell you."
"You damn well better!" Patrick shot back. "How the hell did you come back from the dead? Were you even really dead? What the hell did we burry? Some forensics dummy!"
Jack flinched under the harsh, but necessary words. "I don't know what you buried, Dad. I wasn't even on Earth when it happened."
"What?" Patrick gasped. He glared. "Oh no you don't! Don't go making up some dumbass story!"
"It's not!" O'Neill answered quickly. "I swear on a stack of bibles that it's not!"
Patrick took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay, come on into the living room and sit down. I want to hear everything."
Jack nodded and followed his father into the care worn room.
"A dragon?" Patrick said after Jack finished his tale. "I don't understand."
"I-I'm not a dragon." O'Neill answered with some difficulty. "I'm still your son, the one you raised from a baby. But my soul, that's what's different from you, or SG-1, or any other human on this planet for that matter. That's what's from Eilyanna and Draco. It's the thing that lets me do all of those things I showed you."
Patrick O'Neill blew out a shaky breath. "Okay, I think I understand…but why did they choose you? Why Kate and I?"
"You remember how the doctors said that Mom couldn't have anymore children?" Patrick nodded almost undetectably. "And they said that is was a miracle that she even had me? The reason they chose you is because your combined genetic make up made the Ancients gene."
"But why Kate and I?" Patrick persisted. "You told me that more people than you have this gene."
"But Mom was barren." Jack said softly. "Eilyanna knew that if she gave her gift to you and Mom that you would benefit from it more than she ever would, and so would I."
Patrick closed his eyes for a long moment. He opened them and looked at his son in a new light that he hadn't done before. He smiled suddenly. "You can jump dimensions? Make fire? Fly? Change a twig into a rock?"
Jack smiled back. "Yeah, I can."
"I always knew you were special." Patrick's grin threatened to snap his face in half. "I just didn't realize how much!"
"Beer?" O'Neill suggested happily. His dad nodded and he walked off into the kitchen, leaving the grinning man in his favorite armchair. The visit wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, not at all.
The stars sparkled high in the sky as O'Neill stared up at them. He was lying on his back in the grass, the cabin was behind him and he could see the moonlight reflecting off the lake. The light in the master bedroom was on and he knew that his Dad was still awake; it wasn't later than twelve he guessed. He lied there, mapping his own constellations, a favorite childhood pastime that he still liked to enjoy.
He spotted Earth's point of origin and the Great Pyramids too. He made out the constellation named after Draco, and stared at it a long time; somehow he knew that Draco and Eilyanna were watching him now from their home among the stars. He felt a strange sensation flow up from his stomach, it reminded him of sitting with his mom and dad at night in front of the fire the three of them cuddled together under a heavy blanket to keep out the cold. And he realized that he was happy, not just content, but happy with the way things were.
Jack sighed quietly his eyes still fixed on the heavens. He heard soft footsteps in the grass and recognized them as his father's. He heard Patrick settle himself down by him, sitting cross-legged in the soft grass. O'Neill smiled softly and glanced back towards Draco's Stars as he decided to call them. They were shining brighter than he had seen them before and his grin widened.
"What?" Pat asked when he noticed his son's grin.
"Nothin'." Jack answered, still grinning. A shooting star flew by and he laughed softly.
Patrick looked more confused. "Did I miss something?"
"You see that constellation?" Jack pointed towards Draco's Stars. "How it's brighter than the rest? It's called Draco."
Patrick smiled up at the sky. "Oh, I see." He looked down at Jack. "Is he doing that?" Another shooting star went by.
"Yeah," O'Neill said softly, "he is." His smile was back. "And he says he likes you."
"How do you know?" Patrick asked, his voice unsteady.
Jack rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. "Because he just told me."
Patrick nodded jerkily. "Okay."
There was a gush of wind and the air began to shimmer in front of the two men. A figure began to slowly appear in and a small glow of yellow light surrounded it. Jack and his father were both stunned to see Draco appear on the back lawn in front of them. His skin reflected the moonlight making it a pale blue color and his wing tips and talons reflected the lake water.
O'Neill sat up quickly just staring at the sight in front of him. "What…are you doing here?" He managed to force out. Patrick was unable to say anything; he just simply gawked opened mouthed at the new arrival. O'Neill pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the smirking dragon.
"Not glad to see me?" Draco shot back. "How about a 'hello, how are you? How was your day?'"
O'Neill gave him a look. "You always have a reason, Draco."
Patrick seemed to have found his legs and voice and made his way over to the pair. "Are you the one who rescued Jack?"
Draco nodded. "Yes, I did."
"Thank you." Patrick said simply.
"What have ya got?" Jack asked after a semi-awkward silence.
"Those stones you found were important." Draco began. "They control the elements. Simply put you can destroy or create a planet with them if you use them right."
"Sweet." O'Neill muttered. "Okay, then that means the Ancients didn't make them?"
"No." Draco answered. "But, I think I know who did."
Well, that was chapter six! Sorry I didn't post it sooner, I just got busy and lost track of everything! Well hope ya like it! please review!