So, first. If someone out there wants to (please) beta this, I will appreciate it. It will be the longest thing that I wrote in English. Second, I was writing two or three fics, and I realized that they all used the same background of sorts. So, I changed my approach to it (them?)
Third, it will take time. Supposedly, I am working on my thesis, supposedly being the keyword. I know I have to copy and paste most of what I already did, but; I don't like it to be messy, so I will review it and post it where I am pleased enough with the next chapter (sorry in advance).
Last but not least. Sadly, I do not own Stargate, Stargate SG-1, or whatever another thing I might use around here. Otherwise, we will have Sam, and Jack is hooking up like rabbits, and Stargate would be still running free.
Ok, I'll shut up now and let them do the talking... I appreciate all reviews since they will help me improve the story and, most of all, my (lack of) English studies.
Cheers.
Revised 09-2015. (I got my degree! In case someone was wondering.)
Retouched 😝 2017 2019
Chapter 1 - Introduction
He descended the transport on land that reminded him of Greece, or at least to what he thought Greece should look like since he never went there. The dizziness of the travel started to diminish as he looked at the horizon. He saw the population of the land looking at him, and then he understood he was blocking the way out for the next passengers. Standing to the side, he saw as people exchanged cries of happiness and screams of joy in front of him. But, he was the only one who didn't have someone waiting for him. He was here to find someone.
A fresh breeze moved his black hair as he stood observing the crowd and their ways, waiting for the multitude to diminish. Once he thought he could leave without harm, he grabbed his duffel bag and got out of the ship port.
"Hi, it seems you aren't from here?" a gentle voice asked, making him turn. The voice belonged to a beautiful blonde girl who looked no older than 30; by her side, a tall man scrutinized him.
"Uh, no."
"So, newcomer, what brings you to this estranged planet?" she inquired with a relaxed smile.
"I'm looking for the Council Members O'Neill and Carter," the couple in front of him exchanged a glance, and she nodded.
"And, you are?" the man requested.
"I'm here to clean their names."
"How so? I didn't know they were dirty," she dismissed.
"Well, Earth is beginning to de-classify some things, and they aren't too 'calm' with the situation of the Council Members. I want to hear their story. The real history from the lips of those who lived it."
"You are a journalist then," she affirmed again, looking at her companion. "You must go up the hill. When you find a gate, you'll know you have arrived at your destination."
"Oh, thanks! Who are you? If I may ask."
"You may ask," the girl smiled, her blue eyes shimmering with joy.
"But it doesn't mean we will answer," the man finished. Before the journalist could say more, the couple disappeared into the still leaving crowd.
He looked towards the hill the woman had pointed him and sighed. Then, he tried to find a way there. He searched for a cab, tube, or whatever means they would have there for fast transport in the land. He saw nothing, at least nothing that he knew. With a sigh, he decided a long walk was in order.
"I heard they would bring the Stargate out. It is already way past that point, but I never believed we would get to see the day they would declassify our past," he said to his wife.
"Well, I guess that the 100% humans are evolving, or maybe the constant exchange with other planets have them wondering if what they hear out there is true."
"What do you think we should do about him?" he said, pointing to the guy they just left behind; brown eyes looked straight into blue ones.
"I think it's time to come out of hiding."
"I have to agree."
With that, the seemingly young couple pressed their bracelets, they teleported to their home. There, behind a gate at the top of the hill, in a place, they called home, where they patiently waited for the journalist to come and dig their past.
Forty-five years passed since the last year of his work at the SGC before they transferred him to the Home World Security.
Forty-five years passed since her first last day at SGC, and they both knew this for sure since forty-four years passed from the birth of their firstborn when he was 53 years old, and she was 37.
Fourteen years passed since the last time they saw the Earth. Fourteen years since they came to this planet to be what they were destined to be according to the Fourth Races. Fourteen years passed since they took their place as the Council Members representing the Fifth Race.
But then again, time wasn't something that worried to the 97-year-old man or the 81-year-old woman. It used to, but it was something on their past and thirty-seven years passed since that date back in 2013 when they were called for the mission that changed their concept of time forever.
That wasn't something they would dwell into now; knowing full well that, their looks, forever stuck at the end of the maturity of their bodies, would be one of the first questions to be brought up by that journalist who would get to their gates in a couple of hours — giving them enough time to prepare for what was at stake for them.
They might not be living on Earth anymore, but their kids (at least some of the adults) did and growing up under the Earth's standards, they knew full well what your parent's situation could cause to your own under Earth's idiosyncrasy.
An hour later, the gates opened to let the black-haired reporter into the Council Members lands. He turned around to thank the man who got him a ride to the entrance, but the guy wasn't there anymore, and before he could move forward a voice interrupted him just like in the morning
"Hi. They are expecting you," said a girl that looked like a younger version of the woman he saw that morning on the port. She smiled at him.
"They are?"
"Yes, they knew you would come here. I take Randall gave you a ride here?" Before he could answer, she started walking, and he almost had to run to follow. "They asked Randall to bring you up; the walk from the port can take a full day if you don't know your way," she added as an explanation.
"Oh, that's why someone who was coming down the hill stopped and returned uphill!" He said, and she smiled, "So, may I ask your name?" to this, she smiled brightly.
"You may ask," she turned to open the door, "but I might not answer. This way, please."
The door opened to a white marble corridor, which ended in a bright hall. At the end of the lobby, two staircases surrounded the area leading to; what he supposed was the living part of the house. He saw similar passages that parted to the right and left as she moved to the right one. They passed a couple of doors and then she opened the last one.
The ample and open space of the room he entered had the left and right walls covered in bookcases filled with books on an old library fashion. In front of each wall, similar mahogany desks occupied the center. The far wall was mostly windows, towards its left side, a telescope stood looking towards the outside, and right next to it there was a comfortable looking black leather sofa. On the right side of that wall, all sorts of equipment he never saw before were organized on a high table. In the middle of that windows wall, glass doors lead to a garden covered with many weird flowers ending on a glass gazebo that seemed to hang off the end of the cliff.
He looked in awe how the position of the structure gazebo gave him the sense of floating, its glass floor, allowing anyone to see the sea beneath it, and the glass walls offered a magnificent view of the sun as it set on the horizon. At the center of the gazebo, looking at the sunset, a couple stood elegantly.
He had brown hair and was taller than her. He seemed relaxed, dressed in white linen pants and a flowery shirt. She was wearing a blue summer dress, and her long blonde hair was dancing freely with the wind brought by the open windows.
"Hello there. Can we know your name?" the woman said just as he entered the gazebo, following the young girl. "Thanks, Aila, we will take it from here." She smiled, sweetly at the girl.
"Mom, dad. I'll let you know when dinner's ready then," Aila said, and they nodded before the girl left.
"We are still waiting for your name, Mister," the man said.
"I'm Malcolm Wells. You talked to me this morning! Why did you bring me here if you knew beforehand who I was looking for?"
"Because you wanted to talk with the Council Members," he stated, and then he pointed between himself and the woman next to him.
"I don't get it, how…" Malcolm started, the man raised his hand to stop him.
"We ARE the Council members you are looking for," the man said. Beside him, the woman smiled.
"I am Samantha Carter, and this is my husband Jack O'Neill," the woman said, extending her hand for him to shake it.
"You are?" Malcolm frowned in confusion.
"Yes," they both nodded.
"That's unexpected."
"How come?" Sam inquired.
"You don't look…."
"Old?" Jack supplied. Malcolm nodded once. "Yeah, well, it's a long story."
"We talked to Alex, and she confirmed that what've you said this morning is true. Therefore, we decided to give you our version of this history. Although, we will ask you to sign a confidentiality agreement in which you agree you won't publish any part we mention that isn't declassified by the time you publish it. Is this fair to you?"
"Absolutely."
"Then, let's go back to our office. There you can set whatever you need to set, and we can get the ball rolling," Jack said, clapping his hand.
