Wormholes and Meteor Showers

by Shall-Iin

The SG team finds evidence of a lost race that the Goauld are unable to infest and who legend say are imbued with vast physical powers beyond those all other races. They seek information about the lost race on Earth, where there is evidence they might hav

10. Chapter 10

Here's ch10 of Wormholes&Meteor Showers.

I own nothing except how I put these together.

Enjoy!

Out of curiosity, is Milton Fine Braniac or Eradicator? I missed most of seasons 4and5 and didn't catch who he/it really is. Either way, in My verse, he's gonna be an Eradicator.

Longer chap, was thinking of splitting it, but decided to keep it as one.

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Clark fidgetted a little as he and Pete lead the foursome through the initial tunnels into the inner caves. He was decidely uncomfortable being here with these four was was slowly coming to regret agreeing to eve meet them. His little survey back at the Talon and what he'd seen there were only a part of his discomfort. Yet Dr. Jackson's obvious enthusiasm (he was swinging and extremely expensive looking digital camcorder like a rattle in a toothing child's hands) made up for his own reluctance. He just couldn't see the eager, bumbling(he'd tripped three times coming into the caves) archaeologist as much of a threat, even if he showed the occassional flash of 'military' training. He looked to be in decent shape under his loose fitting clothes. And not the kind of muscle bundling of a bodybuilder, but of someone who stayed fit because of how active they were. But aside from Indiana Jones, Clark didn't think that an archeaeologist and linguistics expert(especially one working out of a mountain base in Colorado) would be physically active enough to remain in the kind of shape he was guessing Dr. Jackson to be in.

The other three were looking around as though searching for potential threats, hands a little close to what Clark was able to realise must be hidden holsters. He'd been around Lex's guards and their types enough to recognize them, now that Pete had pointed out that the three were travelling armed. Clark hid a grin behind a cough as he realized that the only potential hazard (aside from normal hazards of being underground) were the result of Jor-El and the elaborate computer network installed inside the cavern walls. Hopefully Jor-El would keep hidden today. There was enough advanced tech inside a square foot of the cavern wall to keep scientists drooling for decades. Krypton wasn't just a few centuries ahead of Earth. Krypton had had intergalactic space flight for roughly a million years by the time Humans evolved to use simple tools.

According to the holographic computer records, Kryptonian civilization was as far beyond humans as humans were beyond insects. Personally, Clark thought the holographic personality was offended by the speed in which humantity was advancing and was seeking to belittle Clark's adopted people every chance it could. It had only reluctantly allowed Clark to learn of the slow and methodical pace at which Krypton had advanced their civilization. And it had come as close as the it's programming could to refusing to allow him access to some sections of Kryptonian history. It had eventually admitted that during their early history, Krypton had suffered through it's own period of civil unrest and internal warfare. It had even mentioned a few conflicts with some near stellar neighbors without going into details about any of them.

Clark was so busy watching them, he didn't notice how closely they were watching him. He didn't notice the looks they shared, being distracted by a startled exclaimation by Dr. Jackson. It seemed they'd finally reached the 1st public section of the inner caves and with them, the cave drawings.

"So after Clark fell down the rabbit hole I showed you back there and told me to get help, he somehow got up and started to look around. And Voila! Not only did he find the cave paintings depicting the history of the Kewatche people and their legends, but he also found the beautiful( but surprisingly deadly) descendent of thse ancient people: Kyla."

Daniel frowned. "Surprisingly deadly? What do you mean by that?" His gut dropped. Oh please God, don't say she had glowing eyes, an echoed voice, and was stronger then any 3 men.

Pete grinned. "Ever heard of Skinwalkers?" he asked.

Though he had asked Daniel, it was Jack who answered. "Isn't that native american belief that there are some people born with the ability to transform themelves into animals? Usually the animal was their spirit guide." he frowned when his team mates looked at him in surprise. "Hey, I watch Discovery. They did a series on ancient legends and considering how that relates to our work, I felt I should watch. Besides, it was funny seeing people prancing around in loincloths and fur bikinis."

"Right. Anyway, they aren't quite as much of a legend as you think." Pete stated as Clark casually leaned against the wall, covering the opening for the key and the Inner Sanctum beyond. "Kyla was a skin walker. She was able to turn into a wolf. She used her form to attack and kill several of the Luthor employees. Everyone was confused since there hasn't been any sightings of wolves in this area in almost a hundred years. Eventually, Chloe, a friend of ours and a budding reporter, figured out that someone had the ability to shift their forms. At first, we thought it was just another FotW, then for a while, we suspected Kyla's grandfather. Heck, old Joseph was even arrested and charged. Clark was a bit out of it at the time, spending a lot of time with Kyla, the caves and Joseph. Sadly, Kyla attacked Lex at the mansion and Lex's goons were able to wound her. She was eventually cornered and killed." Pete shook his head.

"It was a real waste. She refused to see that what she had done was wrong, and surrender herself to custody." Clark added from his position on the wall. "She said she'd rather be dead then live in a cage for the rest of her life. I tried talking her out of it, but she let them kill her." Clark looked away, the pain of her death still fresh in his mind. "Anyway, that wall there is the main story. The one that's hit the papers." he nodded across the cave to the opposite wall.

Daniel spun with the camera, trying to take in the entire wall at once. Then he set himself, taking control of his excitement and began to systematically move the camera from one side to another, and then moving slightly lower to make sure he caught all the images. The camera was equiped with a UV lens as well as Infrared and other high tech image taking equipment. It had cost Daniel and arm and a leg, but it had proved worth it by being able to scan for images or works that were outside of the human eyes visual range.

"The paper said that this was supposed to be on of the Kewatche's most beloved legends. Something about visitors from the stars. Do either of you know the story?" Daniel asked as he made sure to zoom in on the drawings of the figures and the markings on their chests.

Pete and Clark exchanged glances and Pete shrugged. Deciding that it was known publicly, he might as well tell it, Clark started explaining. "This is the legend of Numan and his enemy Sagath. Numan is said to be a visitor from beyond the world, who traveled to this world in a ship that floated in air. He was gifted in several ways beyond the skills of men. He could fly, he was as strong as a herd of buffalo, he set fire streaming from his eyes, and could freeze the air with his breath.

Despite his gifts, he wanted only friendship with the Kewatche, saying that he was travelling among the worlds seeking new knowledge to aid his people. He became friends with one of the warriors of the tribe, a man named Sagath. They were the best of friends, closer then brothers. Eventually, both men fell in love with the same woman, and Sagath grew tired of always being second to Numan's skills. Sagath made a dagger out of the ore from a fallen star and waited patiently, the jealousy and frustration growing.

At what he deemed to be the proper time, he struck, seriously injuring Numan. Numan only barely survived the attack, but the ensuing fight, Sagath was mortally wounded. He vowed to spend eternity seeking out Numan and finding a way to defeat him and erase him from history. Sagath's name became synomynous with betrayal, and he was buried in the way of those who'd turned from the Kewatche path."

Clark finished and turned to watch Jack, who had neared the rock face and was tracing the image of Numan's crest with a finger. "That's the crest that Numan wore on his clothes. According to the legend, he claimed it was the symbol for his family among his peoples leaders."

Clark paused to ensure that they were still following him. "Numan decided that with the death of his friend, it was time for him to return to his people. He had to leave the woman he loved and their child, since they could not survive either the trip to his home, or the conditions that existed there. He vowed to return one day to protect the tribe from the wrath of Sagath and the other Evil Ones. The Kewatche are still waiting. Although for some reason, Kyla felt that since I tried to protect her, I was tied in to the legend somehow. It's completely of target, but there are a few who agreed with her."

"Why you?" Sam asked, noting idly that while he was trying to pass off the belief, he seemed uncomfortable with the whole issue.

"Yes Clark, why don't you explain to the former host who you really are." called a voice from deeper in the caves. Everyone turned to watch as a man, slightly shorter then Clark and with a build similar to Dr Jackson's came from the shadows. "Explain to your people's killers that they didn't manage to finish off their task. Why look, there's even a Jaffa. I wonder if he even knows that his so called God is dead and that it's host is using her title to retain control over it's slaves."

"Host, Slaves, Jaffa? Who are you and what are you talking about?" Clark asked in confusion, not tnoticing the start each of the group had given at the stranger's mention of those words.

"I feel horrible that you don't remember me, Clark. We met not long ago after all." the man stated, finally stepping into the light.

Now Clark was really confused. "Professor Fine? What are you doing in Smallville?"

The man known as Milton Fine steppe dcloser, sneering viciously at the members of Sg1. "There's even a little lost Ascended and the scion of the Ancients. What a motley group this wannabe godling has managed to put together. So godling, what was your name? What did you call yourself when you dared to defile the Light of Rao with your vile presence? Ra? Osiris? Isis? Which of those foul, evil beings were you? Ah, none I see. Perhaps you were one of those 'Tok'ra' that we heard so much about. Yes, by your heart rate I see I've discovered the truth. And you Jaffa, a slave to Apophis by your marking you seek to hide under that hat. No matter, none of you but Kal-El shall leave these caves alive."

"I dont' think so, Prof." Jack stated, stepping ahead of Clark and Pete, his 9mm aimed directly at the stranger. Sam moved to the other side, her own sidearm also aimed towards the professor. Daniel had also pulled his own pistol, and was now pointing both the camera and the gun at Fine. Tealc had moved forward and pulled out both the zats. "I have no idea who the hell you think you are buddy, but you're the one that's not going anywhere. At least until the MP's get here and we can bring you back to base for a debriefing. I don't know where you learned what you know, but we will find out."

Fine's head tilted to one side and his eyes glazed over momentarily. "Ah, you are General Jack O'Neill. US Airforce, using the title Colonel to remain as a field operative for the Stargate Command unit based out of Cheyenne mountain in Colorado. Your specific unit consists of Lt. Colonel Samantha Carter who has several doctorates in physical sciences, Dr. Daniel Jackson, one of the worlds leading linguists and a maverick in his main field of study with the 'insane' belief that an advanced alien race build the pyramids. And this other is listed in Stargate's records as Tealc, the former first prime of the Go'auld known as Apophis, brother to the System Overlord Ra. The Stargate project began in the 1920's as a discovery by an Egyptologist in Giza. The Airforce took over the project in the 30's, but had no idea of what they held.

After they managed to get it working, one Ernest Little went through the gate to another world, but was unable to return. Fearing the consequences of their actions, the Airforce decided to hide the project, and destroyed most of the records. It would not be activated again for almost 60years, when the few in the know learned through their sources of Jackson's theories. They brought him in, and in less then an hour, he had translated something that had baffled liguists for 60 years.

They brought you in, then as a Major to lead their team through the stargate. You had recently retired after your son shot himself with your service pistol. You only agreed to the mission because it was supposed to be a one way trip. You had no way of knowing what you would face on the other end, or if you'd be able to make the gate work from that location. You ended up on the planet Abydos, one of th Go'auld's slave worlds under the control of their Overlord Ra. The Go'auld had once enslaved all of earth, and had exported slaves from many primitive earth cultures to other worlds, prefering humans as their hosts for their beauty of form and the ease with which they could control the hosts while repairing the body.

They had enslaved many races in the past in their search for the perfect hosts. And their search eventually led them to an isolated society in the system known on your gating network as P92-5z9. It is one of the first combinations worked out by your dialing computer -I must congradulate you, Dr. Carter, it was a briliant piece of work- but it's in an area of space that is entirely hidden by a radiation belt from your primitive telescopics. So you decided to wait before attempting to reach it. I'll advice you now, that doing so would lead to a back lash in the wormhole that would cause it to explode."

Fine moved closer, ignoring the cocking of the weapons and the charging surge of the zats. He looked directly at Clark. "The isolated people were an old race, older then the Go'auld by hundreds of thousands of solar cycles." his voice lowered and was filled with reverence. "Kryptonians had evolved on their planet long before the Stargate network existence. They, like all young races, were eager to explore beyond the limits of their world. And it was at that time that they learned of the true gift given to them by their creator, the ever burning Rao. For once beyond the reach and safety of Rao's ever present light, they changed.

Their natural abilities increased a thousand fold. Where once they could radiate heat to warm themselves through their eyes, they could now melt through the most stubborn of alloys. Where once they could life three times their own mass, now they could move three thousand times their mass. Where once they could move fast enough to evade the most dangerous predators, now they could move so quickly that the world around them seemed frozen in place. Where once they could leapt twice their height, now they could not only jump exponentially higher, but they could fly! Under their own power. Experiments were conducted and the source of these gifts was made. Kryptonians had always had a most reverential relationship with their sun. And now they learned that in their very genetics was the seed of greatness.

For good and for evil. For Kryptonians gain their gifts under the light of Rao's siblings. Rao had blessed them by making them as near to perfection as possible for a mortal. For hundreds of thousands of years, Kryptonians travelled the universe, finding other races and teaching them the path of science and intelligence. Some races were hostile and refused Kryptonian logic, and others respected Kryptonian position, but had their own source and beliefs that Rao's children could respect.

One of these races were from a planet they called simply Gaia. This race would become close friends with the Kryptonians for among all others, they were closest in appearance and abilities to Rao's gifted. While Rao's gift was of physical might to match Kryptonian intelligence, their new allies gifts were of mental nature. They possessed the ability to move things with their minds, read the thoughts of any race where Kryptonians could only share their thoughts to another Kryptonian.

They could control and command animals, and forces of nature. They could make air feel solid, and fire cold. They could bend metals with their minds and shape the hardest of substances with a mere thought. Together they and the Kryptonians begun constructing a system of gateways between planets, cutting back on travel time and allowing each to aid the other in the materials needed by each culture that the other possessed in abundance.

Eventually other races rose and a great alliance was formed. It lasted many thousands of years until the rise of a new race, an evil race. A race that called itself Go'auld. While not as advanced as the elder races, they were ambitious and ruthless, something that the other races, peaceful as they were could not deal with. The alliance fractured, as most of the races withrdrew to their territories and sealed their gates. The Nox, the Kryptonians, the Freling all withdrew to their own worlds, leaving the race now known as Ancients and the youngest of the 5, the Asgard, to try and contain the Go'auld."

Fine paused to ensure that his audience was following. He could see the open curiousity in Jackson for him to continue, and the cautious curiosity in O'Neill and Carter. The Jaffa hid his own interest while keeping the charged zats aimed evenly on Fine's form. "Kryptonians willingly gave up their extra gifts and returned to the loving embrace of Rao. Only a handful remained, those who'd made familes among the other races and they too willingly surrendered their enhanced gifts, becoming no more then they were under Rao's light. Still more powerful then their fellow beings, but no longer able to soar through the sky under their own power or do more then give some one a sun tan."

Fine spun and started pacing, his hands gestruing wildly. "Do you have any idea of how noble a sacrifice that was? How foolish? They could have ruled the universe with their gifts and knowledge. Yet instead, they all returned to their tiny three planet system. Soon, they started dying off. Within 75 000 years, the Kryptonian population fell from nearly 100billion to just over 2.5 billion. 97.5 percent of the population died in the blink of Rao's eye. No one was concerned, seeing it as a jsut punishment from Rao for their arrogance in helping let loose the scourge of the Go'auld and creating the menace of the Replicators. Of aiding in the rise of the Wraith, and the Ori. What they sought to teach out of compassion was perverted into war, and they suffered terribly for their kindness."

"The universe eventually forgot of Kryptonian existence, and the Go'auld began conquering more quickly then the Ancients and Asguard could contain. The Ancients eventually decided to leave this plane and forced themselves to evolve beyond their physical form. A second intelligent race had began to rise on their planet, and they felt that it was time for them to step aside and allow a younger race to grow." Fine chuckled. "If they had known the horrors they would unleash on the galaxy, I'm sure they would have tracked down and slaughtered the entire microcosm of those early beings."

Jack took a moment to interupt, overcome his interest in the story to assess the situation. "Well thanks for the history lesson, Prof, adn for breaking our cover, but I don't see what any of that has to do with us."

Fine spun to glare at the armed man. Jack could swear he saw a red glow in the other's eyes and felt the heat in the cave rising for a moment.

"Fool human. So smug in your ascertion of your own superiority. This has everything to do with you and your pathetic race! You are the race that replaced the Ancients. Some of their genes still survive in a portion of your population. You yourself, O'Neill possess these genes. And Dr Jackson, you seem to have been pulled into their little Ascention club. What did you do? Try and save a life and they punished you by kicking you out and making you mortal again? They really shouldn't be so high handed. They could have stopped the Go'auld before those filthy things became more then a mere annoyance to even their own system." He regained control and turned back to Clark, who had inched slightly away from the wall in case he needed to move.

"For so long they remained in seclusion that when the Go'auld returned, they were unable to defend themselves. Half the population were taken as slaves and brought out of Rao's light. The Go'auld remembered the stories and kept the displaced Kryptonians out of the light of Rao's siblings, keeping them on ships or working deep inside the mines for their precious naquadah. But one of them became greedy and seeing no evidence of the legendary power, took a group of Kryptonians to build his new palace on a world with a yellow sun.

The Yellow suns are the ones that give their powers most freely to Rao's children. While every sun but a red sun granted powers, the gifts of Rao's golden sisters were most freely and generously granted. Yan-Or, leader of his family and second among the Council of Science and Law to only the Family of El, waited for his strength to grow and when it reached it's peak, he struck. Killing the false god known as Brahma and freeing his clan, he lead a rebellion against the Go'auld. This raised the ire of the entire Go'auld for tales of his slaughter of a God were causing rebellion amongst their slaves.

The Go'auld vowed to exterminate all Kryptonians, and though they were far more advanced, Kryptonians had no inclination of ability in the art of war. The battles were long and the fight lasted thousands of years with countless dead among all. Eventually, a leader arose among the Kryptonian people. General Zod, a great man and the first in generations to trully understand war. He created a plan to wipe out the Go'auld, but before he could implement it, the Go'auld struck first.

They attacked Krypton en mass, each and ever System Lord contributing their entire fleet to the battle. Krypton was outnumbered by ten thousand to one but they could not surrender. They held off the Go'auld for a century, beating back countless waves of ships and troops. The battles left the homeworld as little more then a smoking ruin. Buildings and cities that had lasted for a milllion years turned to crystal shards and dust. And then the Go'auld did the unthinkable. They managed to destabalize the core of the homeworld and cause a cataclysmic failure in Rao's cycle. The system was doomed. Rao was going to go nova, but not before Krypton itself would be shattered by the forces of gravity acting on the planet."

Fine's eyes were misted, and though they would never admit it, so were those of his audience. All save the Jaffa and the General who posed as a colonel. "Only one man had the brilliance and the forethought to prepare. The greatest of all Kryptonian scientists and the leader of the most honored house in Kryptonian history. Jor-el had created an enclave on the planet that had caused their destruction and he preposed to send a small force, a balanced group to repopulate the planet by way of a small ship hidden in a meteor that they had calculated to strike Earth somewhere in the middle of one of the main continents. As a young man, Jor-El's father, the leader of Krypton, had sent his son to this planet to scout for potiontial weakness and to implant the beginnings of a Kryptonian presence.

The council denied Jor-El's request, stated that they would instead send off three of their largest ships in opposite directions containing the greatest collections of Kryptonian science in order to attempt to find a new, unknown world to populate. Disenchanted by their refusal, Jor-El returned to his home and his mate, Lara. He told her of his failure, and that the council had ordered that as punishment for their disobeying the laws against travel to the hated planet, he and his wife would have to remain on Krypton until the end while the rest of the council separated among the three ships.

But Jor-El would not allow his lineage to die. He and Lara had recently birthed a child, a son. A son he named Kal-El, a most honored and respected name in Kryptonian society. A name that means 'Star Child', and is a reference to being a child of Rao. Jor-El decided that since he and Lara could not leave, the council did not refer to Kal-El in any way. He constructed a ship, one just large enough to fit the infant child. He filled the ships computer with as much history as he could, so that his child would grow to know the people who had birthed him. He set the ships guidance to appear out of hyperspace directly in the center of the meteor shower, not knowing that the wake of the ship would draw in some of the irradiated crystal remains of the planet. He sent the ship on course, unknowing of how close to the end he had stretched.

His last act in this universe was to send a second ship, one that had been prepared long before and hidden to follow his son's ship and ensure that the child within survived. He instilled in the ship one of an ancient line of Kryptonian constructs, a being known as an Eradicator, to both punish those who'd been the down fall of Krypton and to ensure that Kal-El learned of his true heritage when the time came. And of his need to complete the commands of his dead people and avenge their death against the instigators of the Go'aulds wrath."

Clark spoke up, almost hypnotized by the other's words. "And who would that be?" he asked.

Fine turned to glare at Daniel, his eyes lighting up again. "Why, the humans of course. If not for their rebellion against the false god Ra, Krypton would still be living in peace." His form tensed and his glare grew stronger. "Wake from this dream you call a life, Kal-El and see the truth. See the destiny that lays before you. Punish those who's actions lead to the destruction of our world. Take up the mantle that lay before you, and unleash your fury on these puny mortals. Join me, Kal-El. Join me and regain your rightful place as ruler of this pathetic world."

Jack frowned as he listened to the man attempting to cajole action out of this 'Kal-El'. "I don't know who Kal-El is, buddy, but no one in ruling anything. Tealc." he nodded.

Tealc fired with both zats, each blast hitting the man square in the center of his chest. The electrical based charge sparked over his form, and for a moment, Fine seemed to arch back on his heels. It was only for a second though, before he resumed his stance and an arrogant sneer graced his face.

"Foolish Jaffa! Your zatnikel is useless against me! I am ERADICATOR! Destroyer of Krypton's enemies and repository of Krypton's military might." He took a few steps forward, obviously intending to attack Tealc.

Jack didn't hesitate, firing his first shot at Fine's shoulder. Sam was right behind, hitting a thigh. Daniel followed her and his shot hit Fine's arm just a bit down from the wound Jack inflicted. Fine's momentum was stopped and he stumbled against the wall, holding himself aloft. Pete jumped at the sight of Tealc firing the strange looking taser like weapons, and ran to find cover behidn a large boulder. Clark remained frozen, watching the well respected Milton Fine claim to be some kind of Kryptonian war robot.

Fine looked up and the pain on his face cleared. He chuckled at the shocked expression on the Sg team's faces as he stood upright facing them. He used his opposite hand, tore the sleeve off his shirt, exposing the ragged, bleeding wounds on his arm. He wiped away the blood, and to the amazement of all, showed that underneath his skin was not muscle and bone, but some kind of metal. His skin sealed up, covering the metal. "Oops, I guess you learned my secret." he stated before started to walk towards them.

Jack nodded and the three armed Sg members began emptying their clips into the advancing form. Fine jerked with each impact but continued to walk forward. After emptying their first clip, they reloaded and continued firing. Fine's body was riddled with bullet wounds, but they closed up as soon as they were made.

Then Fine seemed to disappear before their very eyes. One second they were shooting him with their rounds, the next they found themselves with stinging wrists and unarmed. Tealc found himself flying backwards through the air to land roughly behind the same boulder that Pete had chosen to hide behind.

Roughly fifty feet away, all the wounds gone, but his clothes little more then tatters, Fine stood, juggling the three pistols and the zats. "Your weapons are useless against me, O'Neill. It would take one of you high yeild nuclear weapons to even slow me down. Or a few dozen of your most powerful missles. Perhaps, if you fired every round of .50 cal ammo on the planet, you might damage a servo badly enough to take a few minutes to repair."

Jack was beginning to get worried. The thing calling itself Fine was juggling the weapons with one hand now. His hand flashed and suddenly he was juggling four. The fifth was in his other hand and he casually crushed the hardened metal until it was a ball of scrap. He then tossed it to Daniel's feet and it was then that Jack realised that it had been Daniel's H&K. He turned to see if Tealc was still next to him, but was surprised to find the Jaffa gone. "Tealc? Where are you buddy?" There was a moment's silence in which Jack feared the worst for his team mate and friend.

"I am here, O'Neill." the Jaffa stated as he ignored the pain from the punch and the impact to get to his feet. He staggered for a moment then regained control as the immature parasite inside his pouch healed the minor wounds. He moved from behind the rock to retake his place at O'Neill's side. "I suggest we be extremely cautious, O'Neill. I was unable to even see the attack that struck me. If you were to strike one of you with such a blow, several bones would be broken and the impact of landing might shatter your spines."

"None of you are a match for me." Fine stated as he finished with the weapons, tossing the crumpled heaps of scrap at the feet of the person he'd taken that particular piece from. "Nothing on earth can stop me." Before they could blink Fine ran towards them as a blur, purposely sloww enough for them to see, but to fast for them to avoid him.

His fist began to launche towards Jack's chest, intending to crush his sternum and push the rib bones into his lungs and heart.

He was halted a milimeter from impact. The force of moving air was enough to send Jack stumbling back to collapse on his knees, the air knocked out of him. He looked up in shock, sure that his chest was about to be shattered to see the young man, Clark, holding Fine's wrist with an iron grasp.

"Maybe they can't, but I can." Clark stated in a firm tone of voice before his own fist launched, catching the side of Fine's face with a supersonic version of a text book hook. Fine's body flew back to slam into the far wall of the cave, nearly a hundred feet away. The impact caused a small shaking in the walls, and a few of the less stable boudlers and stalagmites came crashing to the ground. The dust had barely cleared before Fine was back, hitting Clark with a punch of his own. Even as he flew back, Clark was taking stock of the situation. He had to defeat Fine to protect not only his friend and the Airforce personnel, but apparently, Fine wanted to awaken the Kal-El personality inside him and take control of the entire world. He turned in mid air, absorbing the impact of the wall with his knees and launching himself like a torpedo, both fists outstretched to hit Fine.

He came back so quickly, that the Professor was unprepared for the impact of the double fists to his chest and again flew back. This time he crashed through one of the inner walls into the next chamber and was buried temporarily under several tons of stone.

Clark landed on his feet and turned to Pete. "Pete! Get them out of here. Then hit the farm and get all the kinds of K-rock Dad has in the tool chest. I'll keep him busy here." He stated as he turned and ran towards the shifting pile of stone. His eyes flashed and he started to melt the rock, ignoring the gasps of awe from the audience as Pete grabbed hold of Jackson and shouted for the others to follow him. Once the stone began to melt, Clark used his breath to freeze the pile into a solid block. He took a moment to glance back, glad to see the 5 fragile beings fleeing the battle. Good Luck Pete, Don't waste time. I don't think I can hold him off long.

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Pete dragged the archaeologist behind him, knowing that the others would follow simply because they would wish to remain together. He didn't take them out the way they came, which he new must confuse them, but he didn't have time to waste explaining the entire cave system. Luckily, they seemed experienced enough not to waste their own time and breath asking useless questions. From behind them they heard the sound of shattering stone followed by an impact that shook the caves. Pete worried for his friend, wondering how Clark's powers would match up to a machine that called itself Eradicator and claimed to contain the entire martial powers of Clark's dead race.

Eventually, they come out on top of a slope, the entrance hidden strategically by Pete and Clark with branches and a deadfall tree. Though the tree looked massive, the pair had rigged it so that Pete could move the tree by pushes aside a few branches. Once out of the tunnel, he shoved the tree back in place as he had the several over rockfall walls he and Clark had arranged so that they'd have access into the caves if they ever needed without anyone seeing.

They made their way to their vehicles. Jack motioned his team mates to the SUV while he got into the passenger seat of the muscle car. He grinned as he recalled that the very first car he'd ever bought had been of this same model, though a few years after this classic.

"So Mr. Ross, can you explain any of what was going on back there?" Jack asked once the teen had peeled out of the gravel parking onto the highway.

Pete grinned and turned slightly to Jack. "Only if you can explain about the alien thing and what the airforce is doing with a gate way to other planets, General. Or is it Colonel. Seems you've got a couple of titles there."

Jack sighed. He hated dealing with smart ass kids. "It's a military thing. Generals can't be front line troops. In order to remain an active field officer, I have to remain no higher then a Colonel, but my record and time in the force makes it due for me to be a General. I am a General, but since I'm still in an field unit, I can't use that title. So I have to go by Colonel." He paused as Pete started slowly increasing the speed to well above the posted limit. He would have said something, but from the little bit he'd seen in the cave told him time was of the essence. If only Thor was around, he could beam us to where ever we're going, and back to the caves.

"Enough about that, kid. What's going on with Kent and ... Fine? Yeah. What is going on with Kent and Fine? I've run into some pretty tough people, but never seen anything move or hit like those two. If your friend hand't caught his fist, Fine's punch would of killed me. The air pressure alone might have cracked a rib." he stated, his ribs still incredibly sore in a sadly familiar way.

Pete eyed the Air force officer as he easily manouvered around the few vehicles on the road. "Long story short, Clark isn't from around here. He's from some planet called Krypton. Never really new about it until a few years ago. Has a few amazing powers. Strength, Speed, Heat-Xray and Telescopic vision. Super hearing and breath. He can freeze things solid with his breath or clip cards through the air. He's bullet-proof, and almost nothing we've run into can really hurt him. I have no clue what or who Fine is, but from what he's saying, he's some kind of Kryptonian robot designed as a weapon and sent here to help Kal-El take over the planet.

And before you ask, Kal-El is Clark's Kryptonian name, and it's what we call the split personality that was created in Clark by a Kryptonian artifact left on earth." Pete let out a small smile as he reached the Kent farm. He pulled into the drive and raced towards the barn, honking the horn as he raced down the dirt path. Behind him, the SUV followed at a similarly brisk pace.

He pulled the car into a sliding stop facing back the way they came and dashed out towards the barn. Clark's parents should still have been in town on their little holiday, but he could see Martha's car near the house. They must have come home to wait for word from Clark and Pete about their little meeting.

"Mr Kent, Mrs. Kent!" he yelled as he raced to the barn, followed by O'Neill and his team.

Luckily, he'd guessed right and Johnathon Kent was working on the tractor in the barn. "Pete, what's wrong?" the Elder male kent asked as he noted his son's best friend entering the barn, trailed by the 'tourists' they'd met last night.

"Not much time to explain Mr Kent. Clark's in a fight at the caves. Don't worry, they know. Most of it anyway." Pete stated as he grabbed the keys off the hook by the door and moved over to the heavy metal tool chest that they hid samples of each of the known types of Kryptonite. "Seems that a blast from Clark's past has been waiting for Kal-El to wake up, and is tired of waking. Clark's holding the thing off now, but we need the Krock to but it down like the ship."

"Pete? Are you sure you know what you're saying?" Johnathon asked, carefully eyeing the strangers.

"Mr K, don't worry, it's as safe as possible. Seems Clark's not hte only ET on earth. Murray there is really Tealc and apparently he's something called a Jaffa. Seems his people and Clark's didn't like each other and were trying to wipe each other out. This Kryptonian robot thing posing as Professor Fine from Met U tried to kill T-man and the air force avengers here and Clark had to stop him. There's an all out rumble that's likely going to bring down the caves.

Last I saw, Clark was melting a rockpile and then freezing it solid hoping to slow the Fine thing down. He doesn't think he can hold it off for long and needs the Krock. We aren't sure which if any is gonna work so we need everything but red." He gathered a few of the smaller pieces of green and black kryptonite, ignoring the few red and then grabbed the last of the silver that they'd found.

"Personally, I think it's green and black the whole way, but you can never be absolutely sure." He handed two samples of each to the Sg team members after wrapping them in large rolls of tin foil.

"Ah, Carter, you understand any of this?" Jack asked as he weighed the four pieces of glowing rock handed to him.

Carter blinked and looked up from her own examination of the stones. "Ah, some sir. Enough to get that these stones are some kind of weapon against Kryptonian lifeforms, both biological and artificial."

Jack turned to Daniel. "Danny? Translation please?"

Daniel sighed. "Pete and Johnathon seem to think that these rocks will hurt or kill Clark and that robot that he's fighting."

Jack nodded, glad to make sure he wasn't the only one to come to that conclusion. "So who's got the sling shot?" he asked as they started off towards the cars, Johnathon having rushed to the house for his rifle and to let his wife know that he was joining them.

Pete chuckled. "Don't need one, Colonel. Just have to bring one of these babies within a few feet to slow them down and then touch Fine with one of the black pieces. Oh, keep them covered by the tin foil until you have to open them up. The green rock makes Clark almost normal and if he's exposed long enough it could kill him."

"How is that possible?" Daniel asked.

"Radiation, Daniel." Carter explained before Pete could. "They must be radioactive with some unknown radiation that's as harmful for Kryptonians as uranium and plutonium are for us."

"Okay. Got it. Everone let's hop in and get going." Jack stated, sliding into the SUV's driver seat. Daniel slid in beside him with Tealc and Sam piling into the back. Tealc reached back and removed the case containing the sole P90. Jack glanced in the rear view just in time to see Johnathon Kent sliding four hunting rifles of various styles into the backseat of the muscle car before taking the wheel from Pete.

"So what's the plan?" Daniel asked as they started racing back towards the cave. "Should we contact the base and have Sg 2 and 3 head this way?"

Jack shook his head. "They wouldn't get here in time. Sam, call Hammond and have him attempt to get permission for a fly by of the X302's in case we fail. Also have him contact the Asgard and the other allies, except the Tok'ra, with the news that we may have found the last living Kryptonian in the universe, but that he's in trouble and might not be living much longer. As for handling things on the ground, we'll leave that up to Ross and Kent to decide what we do. It seems those stories about mutations causing some of the people in the area to develop powers isn't trash mag coverage after all. Looks like Clark and Pete have been trying to control things and doing a decent job, so let's not try and bud in to what looks like a good team dynamic."

Carter started at her co's choice of words. "Sir? Don't tell me you are thinking what you think you're thinking. It's insane, sir. They're too young. Their parents would never allow it, eve nif the President would even consider allowing it to be brought up for discussion."

Daniel jumped in his seat as the combination of his friends words seeped into his churning mind. "Jack! Are you telling me you're thinking of having Clark and Pete join the SGC? Sam's right, they're too young. And don't have the training or experience to deal with what we face offworld."

Jack shrugged. "I wasn't really thinking of giving them a place on the team now. Just . . . offering them the chance for the future to come on as . . . civilian consultants."

Daniel frowned but turned to face the road, for once wishing they could travel faster. I hope that there's a chacne of a future for Clark. He didn't seem too worried, but Fine-Eradicator- said he containe the entire fighting history of the Kryptonian race. Clark didn't seem to have any training. I don't know how long he can keep ahead of a machine programmed to fight.

Little did he know, but the occupants of both vehicles racing along the road were thinking nearly identical thoughts. They were under the clock, and time for Clark, and possible for the world, was slipping away with every passing second.

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AN

So how is it? Looking forward to Ch11? It is started and contains more of a fight between Fine and Clark. I know I said I wanted to avoid having them learn about each other right away, but as I wrote, this came out.