Jack forgets the promise he made to Sam in pinky promise and Omar Descella shows him an alternate timelines where jack is not involved in the Stargate program and is turned into a goa'uld host. If you haven't read pinky promise I highly suggest you do.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I wrote pinky promise 6 and a half years ago. This is its awaited sequel. I have written this story perhaps a dozen times over with 4 different endings and various amounts of detail but no matter how many times I re-wrote the story I could not do it justice. So I put it away until I could write a story just as good as the first. This is what I came up with. You tell me if its worth the wait. It was almost 7 years in the making so I hope it is enough.
The stars were not smiling high above. The moon shin in its full glory but there was a darkness looming above the horizon. A blue darkness The starts ceased dancing and turned a hellish shade of red until masses were sucked into a pool of black. Everything went cold then Jack heard a voice.
When you are fully grown,
Worlds you will come to know,
You will carry the weight of worlds in the palm of your hand,
Yet a greater weight you will come to understand.
The women who grows to haunt you still,
Trapped beneath until you break to their wills.
The void swallowed Jack's body whole and he held on to one word. Worlds. The abyss jeered at him. There was nothing he could do.
Jack woke with a start. He'd had the nightmare a few times since meeting the little Samantha Carter and he couldn't shake the feeling that she had something to do with it. The thought that something was wrong with her brought him to his knees. He let out a slight whimper before his dad came bursting through his bedroom door.
"Time for school, Son."
"I'll be ready in a minute," Jack replied, stifling a choke. He took a moment to compose himself. He rummaged through his drawers in an effort to find something that would clothe his scrawny body. He pulled on an ill-fitting pair of trousers and an over-sized t-shirt that he thought might suffice before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and scurrying downstairs.
His mother was making breakfast in the kitchen. "What about -" She began.
"not hungry." He interjected before slamming the door behind him.
It was getting lighter outside but Jack felt that the heavens were going to engulf him in a flame of blue fury. It was suffocating. He rode his bike faster and faster. "It was just a dream. It was just a dream." he muttered to himself under his breath over and over again. His heart rate was climbing, until he found himself safely within the confines of his school's walls. "It was just a dream."
Jack was scurrying through the empty corridors until he found his locker, when he realised he was shaking from head to toe. He opened his locker. Instead of finding his textbooks, he saw a glowing puddle of water. He stood taken aback, unsure of himself, when a blonde women emerged from it, with short hair and glowing blue eyes.
"Save me," she said in an unusually deep voice. Jack's feet trembled in their boots, while he slammed his locker door shut. Students turned to gawk at him.
"Look whose afraid of his locker!" exclaimed Hanson. "Not surprised. If I looked like you, I'd be afraid of my locker too." Hanson pushed Jack to the floor then felt something wet and sticky on his hands. He glanced down.
"Ew. He's sweating. Don't you ever shower?" Hanson jeered as Jack looked at his shirt. It was sopping wet. He propelled himself off the floor and ran as fast as his boney legs could carry him to the bathrooms, ignoring the stares that were coming from behind him.
Jack turned on the tap and the cool water fell onto his hands. The soothing effect managed to calm his nerves long enough to allow him to pull himself together, if only for a moment. He peered in the mirror above the basin. One moment he saw his own face, then another, it morphed into hers.
The women from before.
Jack blinked.
"You promised." Her eyes glowed and Jack broke out in a cold sweat. Feeling nauseous, he braced himself over the sink, gripping his stomach in agony and bit back tears that threatened to spill over his bloodshot eyes. Jack took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom, doing his best to look unfazed.
Jacks heart was racing as he tried to keep his eyes open and mind focused on the lesson.
"Jack O'Neill," His teacher called. Jack sat up, "Demonstrate to the class how to solve the polynomial using the quadratic equation." He held the maker to Jack. Jack outstretched his trembling hand and strode towards the whiteboard. He had begun to write when the shimmering blue puddle appeared before him again.
"No. Not now." He paused, panting loudly.
"Jack?" His teacher prompted.
Jack dropped the marker from his hand. Jack breathed deeply and slowly in a concerted effort to swallow the bile that threatened to spill over his mouth. His face was drained of all colour and his eyes were still bloodshot. He gripped his stomach and doubled over in pain. He hit the floor with a loud thud and the last thing he saw was the flashing whites of her eyes. And then, nothing.
Jack spun quickly to find himself in a wide empty room with the ceiling retracted, standing atop a ramp. The blue shimmering puddle that he'd seen perhaps a dozen times over, was behind him, only this time in a circle of stone engraved with foreign runes on it. Then a brunette women who appeared to glow stood in front of him.
"Who the hell are you?" He snapped, temper flaring.
"Omar Descella." she smiled.
"uh-huh," he said sardonically, peering over his shoulder. "Why am I here? Why the hell are you here? Where is here? And what is that?" He said pointing to the stargate.
"That is a Stargate. Its a device that my people built to allow people to travel to other worlds through a wormhole. this is a NORAD facility under chyenne mountain. I have brought you here to give you a warning."
"A warning?" Jack asked skeptically.
"Yes, of a future that will happen if you continue the path that you are on."
"I don't care about my future, or anyone else's, lady so take me back, and then go away."
Omar stepped forward and looked Jack directly in the eyes. She bore her soul into his, and for the first time, he felt that someone could see right through him.
"Not even Samantha Carters?"
Jack's legs gave out and he fell onto the ramp, a loud clash of tin and steel reverberated throughout the hall. The high frequency rattled Jack's ears as his breathing became shallow and distant.
"Does she die?" He asked.
"No. The future the stars have in mind for Samantha Carter is fate worse than death." All colour was drained from Jack's body and his breath became shallower.
"Worse than death?"
"Let me show you." Omar extended her hand and Jack reluctantly took it. The pair of them walked hand in hand up the ramp stopping just short of the event horizon. Sensing Jack's hesitance, Omar smiled. "Its okay. Its easy."
Jack knew it was pointless, but he held his breath.
Jack emerged from the otherside and what he saw shook him to his core, though if he were being honest with himself, He could not understand it.
He witnessed an unconscious women scarcely covered, being laid down on an Egyptian sacrificial alter. A snake-like creature left the womb of priestess and slithered up the women's body and Omar watched with disgusted contempt, powerless to stop it. The snake-like creature appeared to reject its chosen sacrifice as it slid back into the women's stomach. A man in clothing adorned with gold held his palm open and the jewel embedded inside let out a constant stream of energy that appeared to cause pain to the women's head until she died due to brain damage. Two guards gathered her body and disposed of it in fire where other rejected sacrifices were doomed to go. A guard wearing silver armour with a gold emblazoned embelm on his forehead stood idly by as two more guards brought another women.
This one had short blonde hair, and soft blue eyes. She struggled against her captors, as Jack's gut wrenched from the inside.
"You are very beautiful," the alien in gold said in an unusually deep voice. Jack jumped in his boots. 'I've heard a voice like that before,' he thought. Then the aliens eyes glowed. He stumbled backwards.
"Get away from me!" The women yelled.
The eyes, the voice, the blonde hair. Jack punched his own stomach to stop the bile from spilling over. She was familiar. Then his eyes widened.
"No," he whispered under his breath, "She's just a little girl."
"Not anymore Jack,"
"Stop this!"
"I can't."
Jack watched as the women he'd recognised as Samantha Carter was stripped almost naked as the stream of energy that emitted from the palm of the aliens hand rendered her unable to move or speak. Her limp body was placed on the alter as the snake-like creature jutted out of the priestess's belly and slithered its way up Samantha Carter's torso. It found her neck and violently coiled before vigorously biting into her neck. She let out a slight scream before the symbiote was able to take full control. Then her eyes flashed.
She propelled herself off the alter and stood face to face with the monster responsible for capturing her. "Amunet, my Queen."
Jack felt physically sick as he stroked Sam's short hair
"My king," came the reply.
His lips came crashing down onto Sam's. He touched her exposed skin and reached behind the small of her back to draw her in closer.
As he moved his hands over Sam's body, something inside Jack burst. 'it should be me,' he thought. He fell to the floor in agony. He punched his stomach once again to dull the nausea that hit him like a wave.
In a bright white flash the scene changed and he found himself crouching on the ramp of the underground facility, in front of the ring with the illusion of water shimmering behind him.
"what the hell was that?" he breathed, bile once again threatening to spill over.
"That is called a goa'uld. A parasite that infests humans and assumes complete control over their bodies. Samantha Carter became its host."
"I know what a host organism is," Jack said, "thats like no host I've ever read about."
"these are not ordinary parasites. These kind suppress the human consciousness. It host effectively becomes a prisoner within his or her own body," Omar paused, "and she won't be the only one billions of others will die if you don't correct the path that you are on."
"I don't care about billions of others!" He snapped, "I want everyone to just leave me alone!"
"Even me?"
A small voice came from behind him. He turned in a haste and his heart felt like it was pounding inside his chest. It was Sam, not as the women he'd just seen, but a little girl complete with blonde pony tails on either side of her head and an ice cream cone in her hand.
"What is she doing her?" His tone low and cold.
"I've come to remind you of your promise, Jack," she said through licks.
"What promise?" he screamed. Samantha Carter was unbothered by Jack's tone. Keeping her eyes on her ever shrinking ice cream cone.
"When we're grown, and have lives of our own, we will see each other again, be it through wind, snow, or rain." She recited.
"And if you continue on the path that you are on this won't happen, she will be taken as a host. And millions die."
"But don't do it for the millions Jack. Do it for me." Omar extended her hand to the little girl. As she took her hand, little Sam curled her index finger, indicating for Jack to crouch and she gave him a kiss on his cheek. Jack's face turned bright red, as he stood frozen like a statue. He watched little Sam and Omar walk hand in hand, up the ramp towards the glistening water.
"Hey! Wait! You can't leave me here!" he shouted after them.
"Don't let the stars get angry with us!" little Sam shouted back as she disappeared behind the event horizon.
Jack hastily looked around him. "great! Now what do I do?"
'wish on the stars.' he heard disembodied shadow of a voice whisper. Then he looked up. He'd forgotten the ceiling was open and the stars were shining. Jack closed his eyes and did his best to inhale and exhale in an attempt to calm his soul, mind and body.
"Star light, star bright," he began, "the first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."
The night sky appeared to swallow him whole as a red star in Orion's belt engulfed his scrawny body.
Jack's eyes shot wide open as he bolted upright in his hospital bed. Transparent tubing was wrapped around his face and an IV was firmly lodged into his forearm. His mother and father were huddled together, sobbing in the corner of his room. They looked over at their son, who had now awoken.
"We're so sorry." His mother muttered. "When you fainted in math class, you broke your pinky finger on the way down. When you didn't wake your teacher called an ambulance. They said your blood tested positive for LSD and you've been hallucinating all day."
Jack's entire being shattered into millions of pieces. His eyes were specked with tears. Never had a broken bone hurt anybody, as much as Jack's broken pinky hurt him.
"Don't worry son," his father said, rushing to Jack's side. "we'll get you through this."
"I know. I'll have to," Jack managed to say through sobs, "A little girl is counting on me."
Mr and Mrs O'Neill looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion both thinking it was the drugs and silently agreed not to ask any questions. They hugged their son, and left him to rest while they spoke to the doctors. His mother wiping her eyes.
'thank them.' the voice spoke again.
Still sobbing, he whispered, "Star light, star bright, the first star I saw tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, wish you thanks this lovely nights."
Jack's head fell back and hit his pillow. He silently wept in his sleep, hoping the heaven's would forgive him and grant him one last chance to keep his promise to a 3-year-old Samantha Carter.