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"…speech…"

'…thoughts…'


Chapter 10: Déjà-Vu

The wind was mild, and brushed against her chestnut hair as Sara stood there mindlessly, her hand trembling. Sara hesitated for a second at the insane command that was echoing in her mind but she had no will to overcome the impulse control. She pulled the trigger, though it felt so wrong.

Sara instantly collapsed as the gun fired.

Anath watched the airborne bullet, through her inhuman eyes. They captured the slow-motion of the bullet heading toward the target. The trajectory pinpointed the heart, right to where the blood vessel pumped, exactly as she had instructed. 'An instant death, not even a symbiote would able to heal such wound.'

The event would certainly come to pass in another second or so. Anath had no doubt of the outcome and decided it was time to leave.

BANG.

Anath stopped, 'That sound is not right.' And immediately swung around to inspect what could have gone wrong.

Flashback...

Anath quietly observed O'Neill settling down, not far off from her table. Suddenly, her viewed was obstructed by a male body. Anath, irritated, looked up; it was Sirius. He had returned after being unsuccessful in wooing the barmaid.

"Hn" She grunted. 'The clown has returned.'

"Sorry, Harry. I was ordering my coffee." A slight blush appeared on his face under her scrutiny. Anath shrugged it off, Sirius was an irritating fly. It was a waste of time to dwell on him for she had a much a bigger fish to fry. Anath's attention returned back to O'Neill.

'Now that I'm here, I still haven't yet thought of a plan on how to approach him.' Anath sighed, 'Maybe... better not go down that track again; nothing good will come from getting to know him better, not an approachable type, either. Hm… maybe this is the reason I was unable to terminate any of the SG1 members... I found them too interesting to kill. But, first I need to put a tracking device on him.' Anath reached into her pocket and pulled out a small microchip; a tracking device which she had created with the scarce raw materials available, 'Terra is still is a dark-age planet.'

'Ah, here comes an opportunity.' Anath stood up as the barmaid was passing them. "Excuse me, Sirius...the rest room." She dashed off, leaving Harry's guardian behind. Anath paced herself to the exact moment and crashed into the barmaid. Anath expected the momentum to carry her and smack right on O'Neill's arm where she could implant the chip. However, an arm reached out and caught her; and to Anath's surprised, Harry's small was body pulled up by none other than O'Neill.

"Hey kid, are you OK?"

Anath was amazed to see a sober O'Neill, 'He was ill rotten a moment ago. My perception was right, this man indeed is dangerous. And surprisingly his reflexes for a human are very good.'

Jack stared at the boy and worried; he felt something odd and was not right about the vivid emerald eyes. 'That watchful gaze is not something that a child should have.' Jack tried to shake off a horrible feeling, 'I'm must still be intoxicated, need a cup to clear my head, the coffee...' and then Jack remembered of the mess around him.

"Caro, are you OK? Any hot coffee poured on you." Jack stood up and prepared to help her.

"No, I'm alright Jack. Sit down will you; I will bring another cup over but first I got to clean this up. It's good that you caught the boy. I thought he would have hit the bench otherwise."

'Not likely.' Anath amused, 'Ah, the chip.' Anath grasped O'Neill arm as if catching for his attention and planted the chip at the same time. "I'm OK, could you please let go?" Anath asked testily.

"Sure."

"Thanks. Sorry about the mess, madam." Anath nodded quickly to the barmaid and raced off to the restroom so that it was not looks too suspicious.

"Ah." Both adults exclaimed and smiled, watching the boy disappeared into the WC.

Sirius and Harry set off late in the morning as scheduled. Harry held the map on his laps and instructed Sirius where to go. "Harry why are we still in suburban area of Colorado Springs?" Sirius glanced sideways at his godson.

"Hn" the boy replied.

"OK, it is not that I don't like the views; the houses around here look rather nice and homely but I thought we were going to arrive at the campsite later this evening." Sirius reminded his godson but the boy continued to pay him no heed.

Sirius observed that Harry had been pensive this morning. However, Sirius was used to his godson being passive like this once in a while. He often found that Harry was very dangerous during these times and, for the peace of his well being, he knew from past experience that he'd better continue driving.

"Stop!" His godson's abrupt command shocked Sirius and instantly he slammed on the brake. The car skidded off-kilter before grinding to a halt.

"What? Did we hit something?" Sirius paled, he was still learning to be a Muggle driver and it was not helping that they drove at the wrong side of the street too.

"No, but get out the car…" the boy yelled. When Sirius did not comply he banged the door open, "NOW!"

Sirius got out and saw that his godson had distanced himself from the car. Sirius's intuition said to follow Harry. When Sirius reached his godson, an explosion cracked behind him, and Sirius turned to find the car ablaze.

"Muggle's contraption…" Sirius felt his stomach churning; they could have been trapped in there. "Thanks, Harry." This was not the first time his godson had amazingly known when they were in danger; Sirius was almost convinced that Harry had Seer ability in him. 'Maybe, I should take him to someone who could help.'

Sirius thoughts were interrupted when a Four-Wheel-Drive on the road pulled over and stopped near them. 'Someone has comes to help', and he felt relieved wash over him. Sirius immediately recognised the other man; 'John or Jack' from the café.

"I saw it blastoff. Glad that you got out in time." Jack O'Neill paused when he recognised the kid, "We have met at the café earlier. I'm Jack O'Neill…can I be of some assistance?"

"Yeah, thanks. Sorry, but I am at lost what to do. My name is Sirius Black and this is my godson Harry Potter. We are on holiday from England. And the car was hire." Sirius pointed the car and sighed.

"First, it's better if you call the company up and explain. They'll get someone out here to check." Jack suggested to the bewildered Sirius who had not lifted his eyes off the piece of junk. Sirius contemplated what to do; one thing he knew with certainty was that he could not use magic in a foreign country without consequences. It was not the legality that concerned him, but rather that he did not want any involvement with the American Federation of Wizards.

"Could you make the call? We do not have a mobile on us." The boy, Harry Potter, handed him the car company contact card. Jack was astonished that these people had not brought one with them, especially when they were on the road outside of their country and comfort zone too.

"Sure." He once again felt a cold shiver run up his spine at the boy's steady gaze. 'Why do I feel as if I walk down a dangerous lane when I look at him?' Jack quickly made the called and sorted out the problem at best he could.

"They will be out here by this afternoon to check the car out so you can leave it there. However, they don't have any available car at present and the earliest they can send one is tomorrow morning."

"Hm…Just great!" Sirius mumbled. Jack sensed Black's distress and thought it was best to direct the man to their more urgent matter. That of accommodation for tonight.

"Where are you staying? I could drop you off there."

"We are on our way to the next stop; Colorado Springs Camp, it is a bit out of the way. Don't worry, we'll be alright. Thanks Jack." Sirius looked down at his godson and waited for Harry's comment. However, the boy had remained silent.

Jack O'Neill walked away, he felt a bit bad; the situation could have been him and Charles. The boy reminds him of his son, Charles. Well, if he were to overlook the cold ruthless eyes. Jack felt that he'd regret the decision later, but turned around to the stranded strangers.

"Look…you need a place to stay overnight. And there's no point in wandering around a strange town. What do you think about crashing at my place for the night? It's just down the road anyway." Jack offered to the two perfect strangers and started to wonder if he was insane. Yet it seems like Fate had set the whole thing up.

"Thanks, but we don't want to be trouble to you." Sirius declined. However, Harry also replied at the same time.

"Thanks, Mr. O'Neill. We'll accept your generosity."

"Harry!...I guess we'll be troubling you. Thanks for yours hospitality." Sirius sighed; he knew better not to dispute his godson.

"It's OK. It's strange, almost like Fate at work." Jack smiled at the boy, Harry Potter sure was like Charles. He felt his heart tighten. It might not have been a good idea to have them with him when he was still grieving for his son. But, Charles was gone. Jack thought he had missed Charles before but the sorrow he felt was nothing compared to the moment he saw another, similar boy alive before him, and Jack knew what he truly had lost.

'Fate; Indeed.' Anath mused, as she walked toward O'Neill's Four-Wheel-Drive with Sirius in tow. She was the one that had made sure everything went according to plan.

Anath had always preferred the night. It was when she got things done and no one disturbed her. It was proving true in Harry Potter's case as well, the body was for her to control. Anath had wandered out, through the window to inspect the surrounding area. Anath could see everything around her very clearly as if it were daytime. There were few animals active at night around O'Neill's house, like a little grasshopper beneath her foot; her lightly step wouldn't kill the little insect.

Anath walked around the garden. It was well kept but hardly any flowers beds could be found there. Anath had let Harry Potter deal with the aftermath as O'Neill picked them up on the road. Harry was very good; lately he had not questioned her motive like he used to, and was very accommodating to her wishes. 'Should I be worried? Perhaps he knows nothing will come of it even if he did go against me.'

Anath watched the sky forlornly, facing towards her homeland. Even with her incredible eyesight she was unable to glimpse the particular cluster of stars she had come to perceive as home. 'How strange that I'd found comfort in this sentiment.' Anath had, over time, identified many emotions from her host, and with them she had developed feelings that had regressed as a Goa'uld. 'In a way that it almost makes me feel like I am a human being.' Anath was amused at the thought. These emotions were no longer seen to hold a dire consequence, 'a weakness', but were rather considered as a learning process.

It was passed three o'clock, earth time that Anath decided to return back to her room. However, instead of returning to bed and rest, Anath opened the door and headed to the living room. She knew immediately O'Neill was asleep there. The light snores at the sofa confirmed her deduction. Anath strolled about the room unheard and finally arrived at a box that was locked. It had drawn her since the afternoon when O'Neill stayed away from that area, yet he had often glanced over and dazed off.

Anath flicked it open with magic, 'A gun.' It was not what she expected.

Anath took it out and examined it oddly. 'This is something O'Neill considered important? It's such an ordinary gun.' Suddenly, Anath eyes glinted with ruthlessness, 'this is as good a weapon as any to kill.'

Anath spun around and she waved the gun in her palm; appearing as though she was playing with it, if onlooker happened to be at presence and indeed there was one. Jack O'Neill was awakening from his sleep, his sixth sense screaming of danger. He never thought he would see it happened again, a gun and a child together.

"Harry! Put that down." Jack shouted.

Anath had not expected O'Neill to awake so soon and she accidentally set it off suddenly. Anath saw the bullet fly straight to O'Neill's upper right arm, 'crap, he would certainly not die from that' she felt thwarted after the delightful thought of him being dead. In addition, the situation became worsen by the end of night. Remarkably O'Neill had moved out of the firing range, unharmed, before the bullet passed him and struck the chair.

Jack O'Neill marched up and seized the gun from her hand, "Are you OK?" Jack wrapped the boy in his arms and silently sobbed. Anath stiffly stayed there and felt a bit put off and at lost how to deal with the man. 'Jack O'Neill really is a piece of work. He did not behave as I had predicted, somehow the man was reminiscent of a certain boy I know.'

Anath knew she was in no danger with O'Neill since he had no idea that there was a monster living in the little boy called Harry Potter. Anath decided the night had gone on long enough and released her hold of the body so that it could have some rest. Harry Potter's quiet snores woke O'Neill from his nightmare.

Jack O'Neill was thankful the child was tired and fell asleep. He was not sure how he would have handled the situation otherwise. 'Would I scold him if I didn't go into a fit? It was like Charles all over again. If I didn't yell at him at that time and explained properly to Charles about the danger of weapons, would he still be here at the moment?'

Jack carried the child to the sofa and returned to study the gun. 'I should have gotten rid of this when I buried Charles, nothing good ever came out it.' He looked at the box and speculated how it had opened; 'I must have done it while I was drunk yesterday. I should have checked it with a kid staying over.' Jack reproached himself.

"Well, it is time to said goodbye." Jack O'Neill picked the box, with the gun placed inside and strode to his backyard purposefully.

Anath left Sirius behind at the camp; she knew the man would go berserk in search of Harry on the mountains. 'He probably has a search party with him by now.' She could not stop laughing silly at the prospect. Anath abruptly hushed and glared at the other woman.

"Keep driving, we almost there, Sara." The other woman, Sara, nodded and once again concentrated on the road.

"It's a good thing that I had cast Imperius on you, I didn't think that was so easy... It was pitiful really, a simpleton without even trying to struggle against my command at all. You really are a weak minded fool." Anath spatted.

'You know that she would have been if she was not grieving for her son.' Anath snorted at the thought. It sounded like something nonsensical Harry would chip in at moments like these…Sara was a doll and would remain so until she would take that shot. 'I have done her a favour, have I not? She'll be at peace with herself and the world after she completes her mission. There will be no sorrow or pain.' Anath burst into laughter once again, filling the car with her insanity.

They arrived at the destination without mishap; it had been seventeen hours since Anath left Sirius at the cabin and nine hours had gone after she met Sara at her friend's house. Anath felt her control of the body slipping; the overdue tiredness started to wear on her. 'It will soon be over.'

End Flashback…..

The small hole in the wall was the first thing imprinted on her mind when Anath returned to scene. 'How the heck did Sara miss the mark or my sense either?'

Anath immediately registered that everything around them was frozen in time; it was like a glasshouse. There is only one explanation...Harry Potter. The boy physically appeared before she even spoken his name.

"I'm here Anath."

"I could see that, where is this place?" Anath eyes darkened, glared at the form; a duplicate of his form which she took.

"Our consciousness, somewhere we have created within us."

"How long and why haven't I notice it?" Anath felt calm again, she was still in control of herself wherever this place is.

"You did Anath, but you choose not to remember it whenever you left here."

Anath shrugged, 'Interesting. It rings true.'

"It is the truth." Harry replied sincerely,

"My thoughts are projected…"

"A place created where we can be truthful with each other Anath. It'll not hide your thoughts from me nor mine from you."

"It magic isn't it!" she sighed and stated it as it was. "I think I had often been here to chat with you." Harry nodded in agreement, "that was why you haven't bothered me with your inane questions." Anath laughed at how thoughtless she was that she had allowed such thing to slip her mind.

"However, would you care to explain to me about that?" Anath pointed at the space outside their bubble, where Jack O'Neill stood frozen in time.

"I spoke a couple of spells before you walked away." Harry shoved his hands through his hair like a misbehaved boy and blushed with discomfiture under Anath narrowed eyes.

"Should I be congratulating you for a job well done or punishing you for your interference with my scheme, Harry Potter?"

"I'm not sure; I think you should grateful for my intervention." Harry cheekily replied.

'I knew that innocence would not last.' Anath chuckled. "Well?"

"What do you see in O'Neill?" Harry answered the question with another question.

"He's a potential enemy!"

"I knew that."

"Really!" Anath mocked him, 'hasn't it been obvious since I tried to kill the man.'

"Well, you did try to kill Sirius and he is not a potential enemy."

"Hn…"

"OK, Oh well, I did try but was never able to get the straight answer in regard to Sirius either."

Anath glared at Harry, she learned fast about this place. She instantly refused to answer that. It may voice her thoughts that she spoke aloud but not what she kept beneath the surface.

"I don't want him killed."

"Black or O'Neill?"

"Both, I really like them Anath. Sirius is like an older brother. He is not mature enough for me to see him as a father role. Jack on other hand is, and the last few days we spent with them, haven't you felt the connection between us. I felt like his son."

"What connection? This does not concern me." Anath scowled at the idea.

"You knew what I'm talking about; you must realise that whatever I felt, you felt."

"I see you have very wild imagination Harry. Shouldn't it be the other way around, Tau'ri!"

"Don't Tau'ri me; I don't understand Goa'uld language. YES! We both felt what other was feeling but only the deepest emotion affect both of us. Your hate for them was not as strong as my love for them. Therefore, I knew you'd feel at least a little of what I had." Harry angrily shouted; he really wanted Anath to accept them. She had denied his existence within her being but no more.

"YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN YOURSELF HUMAN." Anath equally furious, the boy had gone far enough. It was a line she would not allow him to cross. She was far superior to a little Tau'ri boy.

Suddenly a crack started to form in the bubble around them, and then it become bigger as glass shattered and fell over them.

"NO, Anath. Please do not reject me." Harry Potter lunged and wrapped his arms around her.

Anath was shocked and the crumbling place froze again. "You'll die if you rejected me, Anath. This place is where our beings met. Please do not do it again." Harry cried, holding her tightly.

Anath paled at his words, 'you really knew how to decide our fate huh?'

"No, we made this place. We're both deciding our Fate. In here we are equal as we should be; I have learned loving you as you're me. Could you not as well?" Harry

"Time will tell, Harry Potter. Though, I promise I'll not kill him today. It is time to leave." The bubble immediately repaired itself as she completed her sentence.

"You'll not regret this decision, Anath." Harry Potter assured her; however, she only thought otherwise as the frozen time began to move forward again.

'It is time to face the music.' Harry chuckled at Anath's thought as they walked hand in hand to the real time; they were intertwined and had become one.

TBC...


Publish Date: 04/06/10

Update Date: 22/09/10