Pain of Love and Memories
Chapter 5: "I am not what I am."
Jack was still wandering, unsure of which route to take. He had reached a T- junction. To left were green uniformed Peacekeepers, many carrying small boxes and to the right were heavily armed Peacekeeper guards. Their pulse pistols carried with the confidence that came with skilful use.
For safety reasons Jack would have taken the Tech path, however, he was here to rescue his friend. Turning right, the Colonel walked down the Peacekeeper infested path.
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The blurred shapes in front of John became sharper and clearer as he regained consciousness. As his vision increased, so did his senses and he became aware that his head was resting on a leather-clad leg. Turning his head ever so slightly, Aeryn's beautiful face and raven hair fill his vision.
An overwhelming feeling of tiredness threatened to force John to sleep. Before it gained a solid hold he managed to utter a few words.
Surprise hit Aeryn like a sledgehammer, her eyes were wide and had to force herself to stay sitting. Velorek is alive; the words were her one key in helping her to lock the door to the guilt she had amassed as a Peacekeeper.
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Gingerly touching his bruise carefully, Jackson winced. The pain was very definite; too many facial expressions caused it to hurt even more.
"What happened?" he said, barely opening his mouth.
Sam shrugged; she too had no idea what had caused this. The cut above her eye was slowly dribbling blood, affecting her vision; fortunately the cut on her cheek was a mere scratch and was already healing. She reached her arm up to wipe the blood from her eye, but something caused her to stop.
"Where the hell are we?"
The planet edge loomed towards them as Sam looked out of Command, Daniel slowly turned around and noticed the planet.
The planet was lush with vegetation; the huge surface area was made up of mainly landmass. Two massive continents dominated the planet, as well as smaller islands drifting in the ocean.
Sam and Daniel felt the floor vibrate, spinning around they saw Teal'c collapsed on the floor, unconscious. The seriousness of his wounds finally having some affect. Even his symbiote was not able to heal him fast enough. The sun of the planet pierced through command, reflecting off the life-long mark of Apophis.
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O'Neill walked determinedly down the corridor, two Peacekeeper soldiers approached him. The Colonel tensed his body and felt the familiar rush of adrenaline, ready for the fight, the soldiers came nearer, and walked straight past him. Relief flooded through his body, becoming more confident he marched forward. Fortunately the helmet shield any emotions he was expressing through facial expressions.
Soon the Peacekeeper soldiers were far behind him, however the small amount of Peacekeepers he did see were getting higher in rank. Soon there were no more foot soldiers, but officers and Lieutenants.
Even though Jack's keen eyes were heavily affected by the disguise, he still managed to pick up the faint recognition of Lieutenant Tyruc. Not wishing to lose him, the Colonel half ran towards the figure, Tyruc turned a corner.
"Stop right there!"
Turning around Jack saw a PK Officer approach him.
"Where is your clearance?"
Taking a quick look around, Jack saw that nobody was watching. He lifted up the butt of his pulse rifle and slammed it directly in his face. The Peacekeeper's legs buckled and he fell in a heap.
"You! Stop there!"
"Crap!"
Jack swore under his breath, someone had been watching. Pounding along the corridor O'Neill attempted to outrun the advancing reinforcements. Pulse fire sounded along the corridor.
I'm not gonna get hit, Jack tried convincing himself, I've been ambushed by the Goa'uld before and I'm still here.
He fell to the ground, the pulse blast had hit him in the left arm. Gasping with pain Jack struggled to his feet, his arm feeling limp and floppy. Staggering around the corner he caught up to Tyruc, fortunately they were passing a room. Using all the force he could muster Jack slammed into Tyruc, shoving him into the room. They both fell to the floor in a heap, ignoring the burning feeling in his arm Jack grasped the wall and hauled himself upright. Although he did not know how to use it he shoved his Pulse rifle into Tyruc's face.
"Close the door, now."
Getting to his feet Tyruc reached up and activated the mechanism that closed the door.
"What do you want?"
Tyruc's question hung in the air. The silence was broken by the heavy pounding of Peacekeeper troops. Then the silence finally returned.
Still ignoring his question, Jack supported the pulse rifle beneath his injured arm and reached up with his right arm, pulling off the helmet.
"You! You were on Moya, who are you?"
"I'm Colonel O'Neill, where are my friends, Lieutenant Tyruc? Both of them."
The Colonel pressed the barrel of the gun closer towards Tyruc.
"Well, you aren't going to shoot me, because otherwise you won't be able to find out about Crichton. But seeing as I'm not one of Scorpius' henchmen, my name is not Tyruc, it's Velorek."
Velorek's words had no impact on the Colonel. He just stood there.
"Well, considering the situation I really don't think your name's that important. You can be called Mickey Mouse for all I care, just don't let the Walt Disney lawyers get their hands on you. Where are Johnny and Aeryn?"
Confusion registered on Velorek's face, deciding to let the comment pass he continued.
"Scorpius was going to let me and M'Lee leave together, in exchange for Crichton. We love each other."
"Look, Maestro, I didn't ask for your life story."
"Because of your stupid actions, Scorpius isn't going to let us leave, M'Lee is going to remain in her cell! However, that is also where Crichton and Aeryn are, help me to release M'Lee, and I'll get you down there."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Because I still care about Aeryn's fate. We were. we were lovers."
Jack's eyes widened in surprise.
"O-o-k! I was not expecting that."
Jack lowered his weapon.
"I still don't trust you and I'd much rather work without you, but."
Jack left the comment there and walked to the doors.
"It sounds like they've gone, get me down to the cells."
The Colonel pulled on his helmet and the two of them walked out of the door and into the corridor. Velorek stepped forward, leading the human onwards, O'Neill's arm still hanging by his side. Determined not to let the pain get the better of him.
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Zhaan dropped several drops of a clear liquid on the surface of Pilot's wound, it burnt briefly, causing Pilot to moan in pain, in his unconsciousness. However it was soon deadened, leaving Zhaan and Chiana to pull the metal out.
Although their efforts were great the only managed to get metal halfway out.
"Wait, I think I can help." D'Argo's deep voice, radiated confidence.
The long flexible tongue flicked out wrapping around the metal, the sharp edges cut the soft flesh, but he kept pulling. The extremely powerful muscles, tightening and straining, it soon had an impact. Slowly but surely the metal slid out of Pilot's flesh.
The pain registering on D'Argo's face was great, as the metal slowly slice into his own flesh. However, the powerful muscles in his tongue kept on contracting and pulling it out. The cry rushing forward from his throat was strangled.
Eventually the metal was clear from Pilot's body, it was covered with Pilot's blood. Chiana's face was full of horror, however, she kept the cry of terror blocked inside of her.
Chiana kept the pressure firmly on Pilot's wound, while Zhaan used a few more drops of the liquid on D'Argo's tongue, and then started unravelling it from the metal. Zhaan looked at the metal with disgust and threw it from Pilot's platform, it spiralled down the high drop. They did not even hear it make a sound as it finally reached the bat dren.
Pilot's eyes flickered open, noticed the lack of metal inside him and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Erm, 'scuse me. But er, what happened?" Jackson's voice sounded tiny in Pilot's den.
Pilot moved his eyes to the direction of the voice and concentrated on Jackson's figure.
"The blast. it, it was pulled through with us."
Confusion still registered on Daniel's face, so D'Argo attempted to explain.
"Whem bomping hums hoo."
Zhaan put up her hand to halt the Luxan.
"D'Argo, your tongue, I deadened it. I shall explain." Zhaan turned to look at the archaeologist. "When something comes to close to Moya, when she is beginning Starburst, then it gets pulled alongside her in the Starburst envelope. In this case it was a weapon blast. It was how Aeryn came to be with us."
"Ah, I understand now. Is there," Daniel looked at Pilot, "Is there any chance you could come take a look at Teal'c?"
"What seems to be the problem?"
Daniel shrugged.
"We're not sure, he just collapsed. Sam's with him now, she sent me to find you."
The look of concern on Zhaan's face intensified, and she rushed forward, calling out to Daniel.
"Where is he?"
Running to catch up, Daniel answered.
"Still on Command."
The doctor was forced to put on a heavy pace as he attempted to keep up with the tall Delvian.
Teal'c lay on the floor of Command, his breathing light and fairly erratic. Concern was already on Zhaan's face but it deepened when she saw the Jaffa. Rushing to his side, Sam was opposite. The Delvian placed a gentle hand on his forehead, attempting to draw some of the pain away from him., her eyes turned white and she began to shake visibly.
Crying out, Zhaan was thrown backwards, she fell into a small heap. Curled into a foetus position.
"Zhaan!" cried Daniel.
"Perhaps, I might be of service?"
The strange voice drew Sam and Daniel's attention away from Teal'c and Zhaan. The Tok'ra stood at the doorway, she was not wearing the usual Tok'ra uniform, instead it was a elegant, two piece suit fashioned from their uniform. Not especially tight fitting, yet it followed her body well.
Her face gave no indication of her true age, yet by her posture, it was apparent she was older than she looked. Saved by the effects of aging from the symbiote.
The Tok'ra held up her left hand. On it was a healing device.
"How did you get that?" Daniel asked.
"My cover was a doctor on the ship, assigned to treat minor wounds on the Jaffa. This will heal Teal'c," noticing the looks of concern on their faces, "but will not affect his mind like the Sarcophagus.
"What's you name?"
"Major Carter, please, let me talk to you while I work on Teal'c."
Sam consented, got up and stood aside. Daniel walked over to Zhaan and held her close, she was still conscious but staring out, not focussing on anything around her.
"My name is Yenay, my partner symbiote goes by the name of Treo."
Yenay lifted her arm and traced it slowly over Teal'c's wounds.
"We have been together for more than thirty years. I was just fifteen when I began to share my life with Treo."
Yenay stood up.
"There his wounds are treated. Now it is up to him to regain consciousness."
"What about Zhaan?"
Daniel's quite voice drifted over to Yenay and Sam.
"I shall examine her."
Crouching down, Yenay looked over her.
"I can see no physical wounds. And yet, I have never seen a species like her."
"She's Delvian, they are a gentle race of sentient plants."
That fact visibly shook Yenay. Her eyes widened as she attempted to take in the fact that Zhaan was not a mammal.
Small gasps came from Zhaan. Daniel lifted her up to his ear.
"What did you say? Can you repeat please?"
"Pilot.must.help.Pilot!"
Again she faded into the dead stare.
Both member's of SG-1 and Yenay looked confused.
"Who is this, Pilot?" asked Yenay.
"Zhaan! Pilot! He's bleeding even more! Zha." the view on Command greeted Chaina's eyes.
Seeing the strange being Chiana grabbed a pulse rifle a threw herself at Yenay. Knocking the Tok'ra down, the barrel of the pulse pistol was shoved in her face.
"Who the frell are you?!" demanded the worried, but angry Nebari.
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Hello! Thanks for carrying on reading my story. I hate to say but the next part might be slightly late in coming. Work is catching up on me. But I promise you, John, Aeryn, Jack, Zhaan, Chiana, and the others, their story will be told!!!
Lots of hugs 'n' bugs, Jeni :-P (and the mysterious rubber chicken called Scorpius)
Chapter 5: "I am not what I am."
Jack was still wandering, unsure of which route to take. He had reached a T- junction. To left were green uniformed Peacekeepers, many carrying small boxes and to the right were heavily armed Peacekeeper guards. Their pulse pistols carried with the confidence that came with skilful use.
For safety reasons Jack would have taken the Tech path, however, he was here to rescue his friend. Turning right, the Colonel walked down the Peacekeeper infested path.
++++++++++++
The blurred shapes in front of John became sharper and clearer as he regained consciousness. As his vision increased, so did his senses and he became aware that his head was resting on a leather-clad leg. Turning his head ever so slightly, Aeryn's beautiful face and raven hair fill his vision.
An overwhelming feeling of tiredness threatened to force John to sleep. Before it gained a solid hold he managed to utter a few words.
Surprise hit Aeryn like a sledgehammer, her eyes were wide and had to force herself to stay sitting. Velorek is alive; the words were her one key in helping her to lock the door to the guilt she had amassed as a Peacekeeper.
++++++++++++
Gingerly touching his bruise carefully, Jackson winced. The pain was very definite; too many facial expressions caused it to hurt even more.
"What happened?" he said, barely opening his mouth.
Sam shrugged; she too had no idea what had caused this. The cut above her eye was slowly dribbling blood, affecting her vision; fortunately the cut on her cheek was a mere scratch and was already healing. She reached her arm up to wipe the blood from her eye, but something caused her to stop.
"Where the hell are we?"
The planet edge loomed towards them as Sam looked out of Command, Daniel slowly turned around and noticed the planet.
The planet was lush with vegetation; the huge surface area was made up of mainly landmass. Two massive continents dominated the planet, as well as smaller islands drifting in the ocean.
Sam and Daniel felt the floor vibrate, spinning around they saw Teal'c collapsed on the floor, unconscious. The seriousness of his wounds finally having some affect. Even his symbiote was not able to heal him fast enough. The sun of the planet pierced through command, reflecting off the life-long mark of Apophis.
++++++++++++++
O'Neill walked determinedly down the corridor, two Peacekeeper soldiers approached him. The Colonel tensed his body and felt the familiar rush of adrenaline, ready for the fight, the soldiers came nearer, and walked straight past him. Relief flooded through his body, becoming more confident he marched forward. Fortunately the helmet shield any emotions he was expressing through facial expressions.
Soon the Peacekeeper soldiers were far behind him, however the small amount of Peacekeepers he did see were getting higher in rank. Soon there were no more foot soldiers, but officers and Lieutenants.
Even though Jack's keen eyes were heavily affected by the disguise, he still managed to pick up the faint recognition of Lieutenant Tyruc. Not wishing to lose him, the Colonel half ran towards the figure, Tyruc turned a corner.
"Stop right there!"
Turning around Jack saw a PK Officer approach him.
"Where is your clearance?"
Taking a quick look around, Jack saw that nobody was watching. He lifted up the butt of his pulse rifle and slammed it directly in his face. The Peacekeeper's legs buckled and he fell in a heap.
"You! Stop there!"
"Crap!"
Jack swore under his breath, someone had been watching. Pounding along the corridor O'Neill attempted to outrun the advancing reinforcements. Pulse fire sounded along the corridor.
I'm not gonna get hit, Jack tried convincing himself, I've been ambushed by the Goa'uld before and I'm still here.
He fell to the ground, the pulse blast had hit him in the left arm. Gasping with pain Jack struggled to his feet, his arm feeling limp and floppy. Staggering around the corner he caught up to Tyruc, fortunately they were passing a room. Using all the force he could muster Jack slammed into Tyruc, shoving him into the room. They both fell to the floor in a heap, ignoring the burning feeling in his arm Jack grasped the wall and hauled himself upright. Although he did not know how to use it he shoved his Pulse rifle into Tyruc's face.
"Close the door, now."
Getting to his feet Tyruc reached up and activated the mechanism that closed the door.
"What do you want?"
Tyruc's question hung in the air. The silence was broken by the heavy pounding of Peacekeeper troops. Then the silence finally returned.
Still ignoring his question, Jack supported the pulse rifle beneath his injured arm and reached up with his right arm, pulling off the helmet.
"You! You were on Moya, who are you?"
"I'm Colonel O'Neill, where are my friends, Lieutenant Tyruc? Both of them."
The Colonel pressed the barrel of the gun closer towards Tyruc.
"Well, you aren't going to shoot me, because otherwise you won't be able to find out about Crichton. But seeing as I'm not one of Scorpius' henchmen, my name is not Tyruc, it's Velorek."
Velorek's words had no impact on the Colonel. He just stood there.
"Well, considering the situation I really don't think your name's that important. You can be called Mickey Mouse for all I care, just don't let the Walt Disney lawyers get their hands on you. Where are Johnny and Aeryn?"
Confusion registered on Velorek's face, deciding to let the comment pass he continued.
"Scorpius was going to let me and M'Lee leave together, in exchange for Crichton. We love each other."
"Look, Maestro, I didn't ask for your life story."
"Because of your stupid actions, Scorpius isn't going to let us leave, M'Lee is going to remain in her cell! However, that is also where Crichton and Aeryn are, help me to release M'Lee, and I'll get you down there."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Because I still care about Aeryn's fate. We were. we were lovers."
Jack's eyes widened in surprise.
"O-o-k! I was not expecting that."
Jack lowered his weapon.
"I still don't trust you and I'd much rather work without you, but."
Jack left the comment there and walked to the doors.
"It sounds like they've gone, get me down to the cells."
The Colonel pulled on his helmet and the two of them walked out of the door and into the corridor. Velorek stepped forward, leading the human onwards, O'Neill's arm still hanging by his side. Determined not to let the pain get the better of him.
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Zhaan dropped several drops of a clear liquid on the surface of Pilot's wound, it burnt briefly, causing Pilot to moan in pain, in his unconsciousness. However it was soon deadened, leaving Zhaan and Chiana to pull the metal out.
Although their efforts were great the only managed to get metal halfway out.
"Wait, I think I can help." D'Argo's deep voice, radiated confidence.
The long flexible tongue flicked out wrapping around the metal, the sharp edges cut the soft flesh, but he kept pulling. The extremely powerful muscles, tightening and straining, it soon had an impact. Slowly but surely the metal slid out of Pilot's flesh.
The pain registering on D'Argo's face was great, as the metal slowly slice into his own flesh. However, the powerful muscles in his tongue kept on contracting and pulling it out. The cry rushing forward from his throat was strangled.
Eventually the metal was clear from Pilot's body, it was covered with Pilot's blood. Chiana's face was full of horror, however, she kept the cry of terror blocked inside of her.
Chiana kept the pressure firmly on Pilot's wound, while Zhaan used a few more drops of the liquid on D'Argo's tongue, and then started unravelling it from the metal. Zhaan looked at the metal with disgust and threw it from Pilot's platform, it spiralled down the high drop. They did not even hear it make a sound as it finally reached the bat dren.
Pilot's eyes flickered open, noticed the lack of metal inside him and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Erm, 'scuse me. But er, what happened?" Jackson's voice sounded tiny in Pilot's den.
Pilot moved his eyes to the direction of the voice and concentrated on Jackson's figure.
"The blast. it, it was pulled through with us."
Confusion still registered on Daniel's face, so D'Argo attempted to explain.
"Whem bomping hums hoo."
Zhaan put up her hand to halt the Luxan.
"D'Argo, your tongue, I deadened it. I shall explain." Zhaan turned to look at the archaeologist. "When something comes to close to Moya, when she is beginning Starburst, then it gets pulled alongside her in the Starburst envelope. In this case it was a weapon blast. It was how Aeryn came to be with us."
"Ah, I understand now. Is there," Daniel looked at Pilot, "Is there any chance you could come take a look at Teal'c?"
"What seems to be the problem?"
Daniel shrugged.
"We're not sure, he just collapsed. Sam's with him now, she sent me to find you."
The look of concern on Zhaan's face intensified, and she rushed forward, calling out to Daniel.
"Where is he?"
Running to catch up, Daniel answered.
"Still on Command."
The doctor was forced to put on a heavy pace as he attempted to keep up with the tall Delvian.
Teal'c lay on the floor of Command, his breathing light and fairly erratic. Concern was already on Zhaan's face but it deepened when she saw the Jaffa. Rushing to his side, Sam was opposite. The Delvian placed a gentle hand on his forehead, attempting to draw some of the pain away from him., her eyes turned white and she began to shake visibly.
Crying out, Zhaan was thrown backwards, she fell into a small heap. Curled into a foetus position.
"Zhaan!" cried Daniel.
"Perhaps, I might be of service?"
The strange voice drew Sam and Daniel's attention away from Teal'c and Zhaan. The Tok'ra stood at the doorway, she was not wearing the usual Tok'ra uniform, instead it was a elegant, two piece suit fashioned from their uniform. Not especially tight fitting, yet it followed her body well.
Her face gave no indication of her true age, yet by her posture, it was apparent she was older than she looked. Saved by the effects of aging from the symbiote.
The Tok'ra held up her left hand. On it was a healing device.
"How did you get that?" Daniel asked.
"My cover was a doctor on the ship, assigned to treat minor wounds on the Jaffa. This will heal Teal'c," noticing the looks of concern on their faces, "but will not affect his mind like the Sarcophagus.
"What's you name?"
"Major Carter, please, let me talk to you while I work on Teal'c."
Sam consented, got up and stood aside. Daniel walked over to Zhaan and held her close, she was still conscious but staring out, not focussing on anything around her.
"My name is Yenay, my partner symbiote goes by the name of Treo."
Yenay lifted her arm and traced it slowly over Teal'c's wounds.
"We have been together for more than thirty years. I was just fifteen when I began to share my life with Treo."
Yenay stood up.
"There his wounds are treated. Now it is up to him to regain consciousness."
"What about Zhaan?"
Daniel's quite voice drifted over to Yenay and Sam.
"I shall examine her."
Crouching down, Yenay looked over her.
"I can see no physical wounds. And yet, I have never seen a species like her."
"She's Delvian, they are a gentle race of sentient plants."
That fact visibly shook Yenay. Her eyes widened as she attempted to take in the fact that Zhaan was not a mammal.
Small gasps came from Zhaan. Daniel lifted her up to his ear.
"What did you say? Can you repeat please?"
"Pilot.must.help.Pilot!"
Again she faded into the dead stare.
Both member's of SG-1 and Yenay looked confused.
"Who is this, Pilot?" asked Yenay.
"Zhaan! Pilot! He's bleeding even more! Zha." the view on Command greeted Chaina's eyes.
Seeing the strange being Chiana grabbed a pulse rifle a threw herself at Yenay. Knocking the Tok'ra down, the barrel of the pulse pistol was shoved in her face.
"Who the frell are you?!" demanded the worried, but angry Nebari.
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Hello! Thanks for carrying on reading my story. I hate to say but the next part might be slightly late in coming. Work is catching up on me. But I promise you, John, Aeryn, Jack, Zhaan, Chiana, and the others, their story will be told!!!
Lots of hugs 'n' bugs, Jeni :-P (and the mysterious rubber chicken called Scorpius)