Disclaimers the same - wish they were but their not.

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Six entered the room, again, carrying one of their communicators, "you, will contact your base and tell Ninety-five to join us," he motioned at Colonel O'Neill.

"I think not," replied Jack.

Six closed his eyes and held out both his hands, palms up. Jack felt a sharp pain connect with his head causing him to stumble backward.

"Sir," Major Carter said with concern.

"Ow," was all Jack could muster placing one hand on his throbbing head.

He then felt himself shrink inside his body like someone had pushed him inward; he found he was unable to move his mind for himself.

The door of the cage opened and 'Jack' stepped out into the white room.

"You will say that Dr Jackson needs help with a translation," said Six handing the Colonel the radio, "then you will come back here."

"Yes," he replied.

Jonas stepped through the gate and was immediately fascinated by the fog that seemed to magnify around him. He kept to the left of the Stargate, as instructed, and soon found the stone staircase. Before he descended, though, he had the feeling that he was being watched. An icy intuition slithered up his spine as out of the corner of his eye, deep within the velvet like vapour, he thought he saw someone. "Hello," he stammered as he took as step into the entrance, "Sam is that you?"

Several whispered voices, all talking at once, flew around him, as if they were part of the enclosing mist, making him twist and turn to avoid their outburst. He sensed someone rush past him and then he felt the searing pain of a Zat gun, "boom," someone whispered before he fell into obscurity.

Jonas heard muffled tones as he tried to focus into consciousness. He felt a hand touch his chest turning his blood warm and then there was darkness and peace.

Colonel O'Neill and the rest of SG1 watched over the semi lifeless body of the Kelownan, which had been placed, with care, in front of the cage almost an hour ago.

Sam was the first to notice Jonas's eyes stir, "Sir, I think he's coming round."

They all watched the young man slowly revive, his body cumbersome and stiff due to the charge he'd received.

"Jonas, buddy, hey", gestured Jack through the metal.

Jonas blinked and turned over sighting a well-worn military boot through the haze in his mind, "Colonel O'Neill, what are you doing in a cage," he said with great effort.

"Oh you know, go-go dancing," came the sarcastic reply.

Jonas sat slowly up, concentration showing on his face, "hey Sam."

"Hey Jonas, wanta get us out of here?" She said smiling.

He stood up, letting out a sigh as he did so, and started to walk over to the door of SG1's enclosure; then he stopped.

"Jonas?" Daniel enquired.

"Can't breathe," he gasped in breathless agitation, falling to his knees.

The room about him faded as in his mind's eye he saw, green and cloudy water swirling around him; a distant memory had resurfaced.

"Jonas what's happening?" Sam cried, the concern showing strongly in her voice, as she stretched her fingers through the mesh to touch him.

Jonas couldn't hear her above the forceful beat of a heart monitor that was accelerating his fear of being trapped. He threw a weak fist at the glass that surrounded him and then kicked out at the bottom of the tank. This last desperate movement caused him to float upwards, with some power, until he was met by light and air. He began to cough, water expelling from his tender lungs to be replaced by oxygen.

SG1 watched the young man convulse in front of them not knowing what was happening to their comrade. Sam kept talking to him, her voice soothing, hoping that it would bring him round from his fit.

The door opened once more and their captors entered the room, "what the hell've you done to him?" Shouted O'Neill.

Six answered his rant, "we have given him back his past and he has been re- born in his experiences that were hidden."

He moved toward the cage and opened the door, "please," he gestured releasing them.

Sam ran to where Jonas was huddled up against one of the walls, shaking. His eyes were moving rapidly seeing something that they couldn't.

"Can't you help him?" She said her question directed towards Six.

"We all can, please," he held his hand toward Sam, "take my hand."

"Major," the Colonel said with some suspicion.

"I will not harm you. We must help Ninety-five to come back to us. You are faces he is familiar with, faces of the now, you will help him find his path back. Please, join hands with us and we will join with him."

Sam glimpsed a sceptical look on the Colonel's face as he linked hands with Nineteen. Nineteen looked up at Jack and mouthed the word 'boom' then the room vanished and only a surreal darkness remained.

Voices oscillated from somewhere in the infinite, shadowy, landscape like spectres; some tormented and others menacing. Jack could only catch fragments of conversations and words that filled the space he was now occupying, "where are we?"

Six turned to face him, "You are in Ninety-five's mind."

Flashes of faces and moments buzzed around the group of interlopers in an array of coloured orbs. Some stopped and unfolded to reveal more of the memory, others spiralled into the gloom.

Six pointed to large fracture of ivory light that had developed, "a pathway has opened we must enter."

They all stepped inside and were once again in the complex's dormitory; only this time it was before the destruction. A small, shabby, boy, with a shaven head and sad green eyes sat down on a favoured, unoccupied, bed.

"Jonas," Sam exclaimed.

"The early years?" Replied Colonel O'Neill, eyebrows skyward.

Six countered their conversation with a soft, "shhhh, we must be silent. At the moment his mind is feeding on the memories we have kept for him. If he senses we are within him he could block us."

"Kept for him?" Daniel required more knowledge.

"Yes, Dr Jackson, Oma transferred his past for us to retain until his return."

"He seemed to be doing pretty okay without it," cut in O'Neill.

"Colonel, our past is what makes us, it is what gives us future strength. I sense you are aware of this and use your historical demons to battle the ones of the now," Six replied holding Jack's very icy stare.

"Now, please," he continued, "we must be quiet."

The young Jonas had pulled covers around him and was staring at the doorway. "Is that you Ninety-five?" Whispered an even smaller Nineteen, "are you scared of the dark?"

"They come in the night," Jonas replied speaking more to the murkiness of the room than his petite friend.

A younger Six got up from the next bed and walked over to sit with the Kelownan. He put his arm about Jonas's shoulders and hugged him, "they will not come for you. You are of the Creator, you are gifted to be significant on your life's journey, see," he pointed to the drawing of the night sky on the wall. "We are the stars and yours is the brightest."

"That me, that me," cried Nineteen excitedly, pointing to his own star, "biggest, strong one."

"I am flawed," Jonas said, "I am not as the Father-creator."

"No, you are more, Ninety-five," Six began, "you will be our great leader, guide us through the stars."

"I be tough Jaffa, command many into battle. Crush enemies with my bear hands," animated Nineteen with a mock fight with Forty-four.

Jonas brightened at his small friends attempt to down the large and weighty Forty-four. He started to laugh, "yes and forty-four will heal my troops and I will be merciful to those who offer me tribute," he got out of the bed and put his hands on his hips in an imperial manner, striding about importantly. "And Six will be my first prime teaching me in cultural and diplomatic things."

He went and put his arm around Six who had his back to him, "Six?"

The bald headed boy drew Jonas into the shadows away from the others, "Ninety-five, I will not be there with you," he began sadly, "I have failed the Father-creator, my task was undone today, they will come for me tonight."

"No, no. I will not let them; they push you too hard for one not long made. No, you are my friend I will not let it be so."

"You must let me go," Six said and dropped his head.

Suddenly they heard the ominous metal footsteps of marching Jaffa. Two menacing figures came to where the boys were and roughly grabbed Six, pushing Jonas to the floor, "No," he cried reaching after his disappearing friend.

"Sir," said Sam after the scene was played out, "the Jaffa, they had no symbols on their foreheads."

"I noticed it too, Major Carter," Teal'c replied.

"Come, we must move on," said the present Six, "there is another doorway opening."

This time they stepped out into the white throne room. The two Jaffa were stood either side of the doorway watching a prostrate younger Six tremble before his system lord. It was this figure, sat nonchalantly before him, that Jack found intriguing; for the figure on the throne was Jonas.

Well, not their Jonas, this one was callous looking, his face cruel with cold-blooded eyes. He was dressed in black and had the appearance of a buccaneer especially with the well-groomed goatee and heavy ring on his gloved finger. To be honest, Jack almost expected him to speak with a debonair British accent to authenticate the look.

The system lord's voice was Goa'uld deep but his eyes did not light up. He began to pace around the small child, shaking his head, "you have failed me, boy, after I had such expectation of you; you mislead me," he put his hand to his heart faking pain.

He sat back down on the chair as if exhausted picking up an elaborate cup of wine and drank from it, "now I have to terminate your journey as with all those who are worthless to me."

He picked up a large, heavy double-edged sword that was hidden behind the throne and walked behind the cowering form of Six. "Kneel," he hissed.

Six obliged and the system lord brought the sword up above the boy's head, a blood lust written in those green eyes, but before he could bring it down Jonas threw himself through the doors.

"Stop," he yelled, "my lord you are making a mistake."

"Insolent pup," said one of the Jaffa pushing Jonas to the floor, "bow before your creator."

Jonas stood up looking the Father-creator in the eyes and replied, chin out, "I will not."

The Jaffa went to strike the boy but the system lord held his hand up, "stop," the Jaffa retreated.

"Well, what do we have here," the Father said, placing the sword down and walking to where Jonas was stood.

"Ninety-five," replied Jonas eyes fixed as the stalking predator circled him.

The system lord seemed interested, asking, "why am I making a mistake, Ninety-five?"

"Father, Six has great abilities, more so than any off us, if you would just give him a second chance, he will prove this to you."

"And you know this because?"

"Because he is my friend, my lord."

Jonas felt the sting of a slap connect with his face and the heavy ring bit into his flesh.

"Friend?" The Creator spat, "Friendship is a weakness in those who wish to be strong."

Jonas looked into the face of evil that was bearing down on him, "no sir, it is a strength."

The system lord smiled, with unkind lips, "then prove it," he said threateningly.

He motioned for Six to get up and stand where Jonas had been, "Ninety-five, son, come and take your friends place, kneel before me. Do not worry I am feeling somewhat merciful."

The Kelownan did as he was bid gently touching his friend's shoulder as they passed, whispering, "I believe in you, never doubt that."

"Good," said the Father when both boys were in place, "now we're going to play a little game."

He called one of the Jaffa to stand in front of Six then placed the steel of the sword next to Jonas's neck, "now, Six, my little one, do not fear, I will let you live today. You may walk out of that door if you pass my test or not. What I want you to do is to snap my Jaffa's neck with your mind. Do this and you both shall live but if you fail you can take Ninety-five's head back to remind you all about friendship."

The Jaffa looked up at his leader and smiled, there was no doubt in his mind this child was not up to the task.

Six looked back at Jonas and prayed a silent prayer. He closed his eyes and felt deep within him for the power to do as he was bid. There was a sicken snap of bone and the Jaffa fell to the floor.

The system lord released Jonas, "good boy, now that wasn't so hard was it?" and walked back to his throne.

He sat down but suddenly held his stomach as an agonising pain shot through him. The boys watched as the Father-creator's body suddenly began to blur as if his soul and shell were out of sync and loosely tied together.

A slave entered the room carrying a burdensome velvet cloak, eyes fixed to the floor. "My lord," he said, "you have overindulged, you must get back."

The Father-creator took the cloak and draped it around him and began to walk from the room. He stopped when he got to Jonas and took the boy's face in his hand; "soon," he said and released the upturned face.

Daniel, who like the others, had watched the events close before them, felt a sickening realisation spread through his abdomen. Pieces were beginning to fit but he hoped he was wrong.

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Next (hopefully) - The pieces finally fit.