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Nor do I own the lyrics below - Avril Lavigne - I'm With You
Thank you, thank you for all your reviews little joyful dance
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There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone trying to find me
Wont somebody come take me home
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O'Neill stepped ankle deep in the viscous soil that contested every foot fall, "I imagined something more, 'Disney'," he said to the others looking around.
"It probably was, once, Jack," Daniel told him, "but now it's dying."
"As is Olmec, Daniel Jackson," Teal'c stated.
"Do you think the two are connected?" Carter asked.
Daniel nodded, "Yeah, Sam, this is, was Olmec's dimension."
"Okay campers let's keep the noise down, we don't want any Jaffa gatecrashers to our little rescue party," O'Neill looked toward Bra'tac and Teal'c, "no offence guys."
"None taken, human," Bra'tac answered.
Their progress was slow, hampered by the appalling weather conditions and malleable dirt. Daniel felt his leg muscles harden with every movement and the icy torrent of falling water scalded his uncovered hands. He started to tumble forward but was caught by Teal'c strong hand, "are you alright Daniel Jackson?"
But Daniel didn't answer. Instead he was staring at a torn and wasted corpse of a young Nox.
Sam touched him gently on the shoulder, "Daniel, we've got to keep moving."
"Yeah," he replied leaving it behind, "what the hell did that?"
"Let's hope we don't find out," Jack said, "be extra vigilant people," he added knowing they wouldn't be able to out run a surprise attack.
Bra'tac, who had scouted up ahead, signalled to them, "a vast structure, guarded by Anubis's Jaffa," he whispered.
Major Carter looked ahead at the once dignified building that was now shattered and derelict. Its design reminded her of an English college, resplendent in a thriving countryside; but not so now, death seemed to be the only thing emanating from it.
They moved closer.
=========
Ragnarok smiled at the body of the old man, there was still a spark left in the violet of his eyes but that was beginning to fade. He held his hands out and beckoned an eddying portal of green mass. When it had gained sufficient magnitude he spoke a strange dialect into its void.
Two shapes emerged from the vortex, almost human from a distance but on closer inspection their form was the only similarity.
Ragnarok brushed the reptilian grey of their skin that held a chameleon like ability to merge into their surroundings. "How do you like my pets," he said to the still figure of Olmec, "have you seen anything more deadly than these Lycaon."
He held up one of their left arms, displaying the five inch serrated claws that extend beyond its fingertips, the Lycaon sniffed the air. "Ah, you can smell death, friend" the host said stroking the creature's baldhead.
Olmec took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the host suspiciously narrowed his, "where are you going, old man," he whispered to himself.
=====
Daniel saw the fissure cut through the air just in front of them, "Jack," he said cautiously.
Teal'c and Bra'tac readied their weapons as Olmec projected himself from within the gap, "go," he said feebly, "the forest, Jonas, there, hurry."
He motioned with his arm toward a bleak wooded area, circled by the blackness of heavy crows. "Can you give us an exact loc."
Olmec's light quivered and dispersed, "...ation?" Jack finished off, "that's a no then, folks," he sighed and headed in the direction Olmec had motioned.
"Okay, let's split up, Daniel you're with me, Teal'c, you and Carter scout to the west, Bra'tac, you, you."
"I will head to the north, O'Neill."
"You head to the north," Jack said pointing, "and remember to keep in radio contact."
===
Ragnarok took a position by the window then looked back at the old man and smiled. "Ah, the famous SG1 are here, good."
He picked up one of Jonas's discarded t-shirts and gave it to the Lycaons who inhaled its aroma before fighting over it like a battle trophy. Ragnarok took one of them sternly by the face, "you can taste but do not bite. I want him 'relatively' unharmed. Do you understand?"
The creatures 'clicked' their comprehension. "Good," he continued, caressing them fondly, "there are others in the woods, humans, Jaffa, you may fill your 'yearnings' with their blood."
Ragnarok's eyes lit up and the creatures cowered, "but first a little snack," Anubis curdled motioning them to Olmec's side.
The old man looked into the cold amber eyes of the Lycaon that was evaluating its prey with predator instincts. It smelt the death on his breath and pushed its lips back in a crude smile; the inhumanity it held on its face was the last thing Olmec saw.
Anubis watched in fascination as the creatures sliced into the frail being to obtain the blood and marrow that his corporeal form held, "you were a fool, old man," he said, "to trap yourself in solid form and for what? A being born out of the darkness of two souls, a marriage of power and greed," he began to laugh, "I will take the day for your boy and feed him on the night of our souls until all our sins break him. Then he will belong to us."
But Olmec was past listening.
====
Jonas felt Olmec's demise as the universe shuddered. He felt the pain of grief crawl, ice cold, inside his stomach and his heart quicken. He opened his eyes to the hastening storm that was flourishing the skies with thorns of lightening and hail. Its intensity was throbbing in his head; the crack of its whip of light feeding the nausea that was fizzling inside of him. He put his palms to his head to relieve the pressure that was building and sensed something in the air.
He crawled out of his hiding place into the anger of the tempest that surrounded him. He put his hand out to catch the falling ice, concentrating, licking the water from his lips, "Jack," he whispered to the wind. They had come for him.
He manipulated his temples to try and gain some control of his abilities but the electricity of the storm and the enclosing darkness was hindering him. Then a pain struck him between the eyes so severe that he fell onto the river of sludge that was once the forest floor.
There was something else, here, looking for him.
He got slowly to his feet, blood dripping from his nose, which he wiped in his muddy t-shirt. This creature knew no mercy delighting in the kill, its only reason for existing; he had to stop it, warn the others.
He moved off north.
=====
TBC
Thank you, thank you for all your reviews little joyful dance
;O)
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone trying to find me
Wont somebody come take me home
=============
O'Neill stepped ankle deep in the viscous soil that contested every foot fall, "I imagined something more, 'Disney'," he said to the others looking around.
"It probably was, once, Jack," Daniel told him, "but now it's dying."
"As is Olmec, Daniel Jackson," Teal'c stated.
"Do you think the two are connected?" Carter asked.
Daniel nodded, "Yeah, Sam, this is, was Olmec's dimension."
"Okay campers let's keep the noise down, we don't want any Jaffa gatecrashers to our little rescue party," O'Neill looked toward Bra'tac and Teal'c, "no offence guys."
"None taken, human," Bra'tac answered.
Their progress was slow, hampered by the appalling weather conditions and malleable dirt. Daniel felt his leg muscles harden with every movement and the icy torrent of falling water scalded his uncovered hands. He started to tumble forward but was caught by Teal'c strong hand, "are you alright Daniel Jackson?"
But Daniel didn't answer. Instead he was staring at a torn and wasted corpse of a young Nox.
Sam touched him gently on the shoulder, "Daniel, we've got to keep moving."
"Yeah," he replied leaving it behind, "what the hell did that?"
"Let's hope we don't find out," Jack said, "be extra vigilant people," he added knowing they wouldn't be able to out run a surprise attack.
Bra'tac, who had scouted up ahead, signalled to them, "a vast structure, guarded by Anubis's Jaffa," he whispered.
Major Carter looked ahead at the once dignified building that was now shattered and derelict. Its design reminded her of an English college, resplendent in a thriving countryside; but not so now, death seemed to be the only thing emanating from it.
They moved closer.
=========
Ragnarok smiled at the body of the old man, there was still a spark left in the violet of his eyes but that was beginning to fade. He held his hands out and beckoned an eddying portal of green mass. When it had gained sufficient magnitude he spoke a strange dialect into its void.
Two shapes emerged from the vortex, almost human from a distance but on closer inspection their form was the only similarity.
Ragnarok brushed the reptilian grey of their skin that held a chameleon like ability to merge into their surroundings. "How do you like my pets," he said to the still figure of Olmec, "have you seen anything more deadly than these Lycaon."
He held up one of their left arms, displaying the five inch serrated claws that extend beyond its fingertips, the Lycaon sniffed the air. "Ah, you can smell death, friend" the host said stroking the creature's baldhead.
Olmec took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the host suspiciously narrowed his, "where are you going, old man," he whispered to himself.
=====
Daniel saw the fissure cut through the air just in front of them, "Jack," he said cautiously.
Teal'c and Bra'tac readied their weapons as Olmec projected himself from within the gap, "go," he said feebly, "the forest, Jonas, there, hurry."
He motioned with his arm toward a bleak wooded area, circled by the blackness of heavy crows. "Can you give us an exact loc."
Olmec's light quivered and dispersed, "...ation?" Jack finished off, "that's a no then, folks," he sighed and headed in the direction Olmec had motioned.
"Okay, let's split up, Daniel you're with me, Teal'c, you and Carter scout to the west, Bra'tac, you, you."
"I will head to the north, O'Neill."
"You head to the north," Jack said pointing, "and remember to keep in radio contact."
===
Ragnarok took a position by the window then looked back at the old man and smiled. "Ah, the famous SG1 are here, good."
He picked up one of Jonas's discarded t-shirts and gave it to the Lycaons who inhaled its aroma before fighting over it like a battle trophy. Ragnarok took one of them sternly by the face, "you can taste but do not bite. I want him 'relatively' unharmed. Do you understand?"
The creatures 'clicked' their comprehension. "Good," he continued, caressing them fondly, "there are others in the woods, humans, Jaffa, you may fill your 'yearnings' with their blood."
Ragnarok's eyes lit up and the creatures cowered, "but first a little snack," Anubis curdled motioning them to Olmec's side.
The old man looked into the cold amber eyes of the Lycaon that was evaluating its prey with predator instincts. It smelt the death on his breath and pushed its lips back in a crude smile; the inhumanity it held on its face was the last thing Olmec saw.
Anubis watched in fascination as the creatures sliced into the frail being to obtain the blood and marrow that his corporeal form held, "you were a fool, old man," he said, "to trap yourself in solid form and for what? A being born out of the darkness of two souls, a marriage of power and greed," he began to laugh, "I will take the day for your boy and feed him on the night of our souls until all our sins break him. Then he will belong to us."
But Olmec was past listening.
====
Jonas felt Olmec's demise as the universe shuddered. He felt the pain of grief crawl, ice cold, inside his stomach and his heart quicken. He opened his eyes to the hastening storm that was flourishing the skies with thorns of lightening and hail. Its intensity was throbbing in his head; the crack of its whip of light feeding the nausea that was fizzling inside of him. He put his palms to his head to relieve the pressure that was building and sensed something in the air.
He crawled out of his hiding place into the anger of the tempest that surrounded him. He put his hand out to catch the falling ice, concentrating, licking the water from his lips, "Jack," he whispered to the wind. They had come for him.
He manipulated his temples to try and gain some control of his abilities but the electricity of the storm and the enclosing darkness was hindering him. Then a pain struck him between the eyes so severe that he fell onto the river of sludge that was once the forest floor.
There was something else, here, looking for him.
He got slowly to his feet, blood dripping from his nose, which he wiped in his muddy t-shirt. This creature knew no mercy delighting in the kill, its only reason for existing; he had to stop it, warn the others.
He moved off north.
=====
TBC
