Note: I forgot to thank mochachill for the betaing. Thanks a bunch for the
wonderful help. (
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CHAPTER TWO
Daniel sat in his office, trying to translate the language. It was a mix of different languages from Northern Europe, so it wasn't too difficult. But when he tried to pronounce the words, it didn't sound right. He figured one had to use a certain accent. Maybe a high pitched voice, seeing how Puck Daniel really didn't care for that nickname, even if she did look like a Puck had a high pitched voice when she shrieked for help.
The archeologist couldn't get that look out of his mind. A slight pout, looking as if the tears in her eyes couldn't escape and her strength was all gone. As if she could never fight anymore.
He shook his head. This was ridiculous, why was he thinking about her look and digging so deep into what was on her face? It was as if she was trying to communicate with them on another level.
Then the memory disappeared from Daniel.
***
Jonas and the Kelownan dignitaries stepped through the gate. Jonas clutched his bag and a notebook. He wore normal clothes, a pair of blue jeans and a green shirt. The dignitaries seemed annoyed. They had been informed about the recent discovery. Jonas was excited to help but the dignitaries were bothered about their stay would last longer.
"Hey, Colonel," Jonas greeted Jack, who waved.
"It's nice to see you again," Sam replied, as she hugged Jonas.
The young man was surprised to be welcomed with open arms. It felt nice to be missed, he thought.
"I missed you guys," Jonas said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. He was happy to be there. He still didn't feel very welcomed on Kelowna, even if it was his homeworld.
"Aw, shucks, we missed you too," Jack said. "You wanna see the ice princess?"
Jonas made a confused looked.
"That's what he's named her, Puck the ice princess," Sam said, rolling her eyes. She gave a quick punch to Jack, who said ow, and then rubbed his arm.
"The ice princess?" Jonas was still confused.
"Found Puck in ice..." Jack said.
"I thought it wasn't ice?" Jonas asked as the three walked through the halls to the infirmary.
"So?" Jack said, almost defensively. "It looks like ice."
"Doesn't calling her the ice princess mean she's cold in personality?" the muscular man asked.
"Yeah, I suppose."
"It does, Colonel," Carter smirked.
"Well, whatever, let's go see if she feels like starting up a chat. Maybe we can even get her tea and cookies," Jack said.
"He's been like this all day," Sam whispered to Jonas, as if Jack was never like this. Jonas laughed as they entered the infirmary.
Puck was propped up on several pillows eating Jell-o. She looked up to those who had entered, possibly acknowledging their existence. Then she returned to the green substance.
"That's my favorite kind," Jack replied.
Puck didn't respond, she just ate the Jell-o.
Jonas sat down beside Puck. He patted her arm, trying to get her attention. She didn't look, just set down the spoon on the table.
"Has she spoken at all?" Sam asked.
"Not at all," Doctor Frasier replied, coming out of her office. "It's nice to see you, Jonas."
Jonas smiled, "Thanks."
He looked back to Puck, who looked up from her Jell-o dish to Jonas. She stared at him intently.
"That's a start," Sam said, sitting down on the bench across the room. Jack followed suit.
Jonas smiled at Puck. The smile was not returned. Her eyes were filled with sadness. "Hi," he began. "I'm Jonas. Do you have a name?"
The girl gazed.
Jonas pointed to himself. "Jonas." Then he pointed to Puck. "Puck."
Puck made a face. It was obvious that it wasn't her name, and she didn't like it very much.
Jonas pointed to her again. She followed suit and pointed to Jonas. "No, no, point to yourself." Jonas pointed to himself and she pointed to herself. "That's good. So what's your name?"
"Jonas," the girl said. It came out more like, 'Yo-nus.'
Jonas sighed. She copied him. Then she grinned when he looked at her for copying.
"Hey, she can talk," Jack stated the obvious.
Sam rolled her eyes at him.
"No, I'm Jonas, what's your name?"
She looked at him, the smile vanished. She was confused still. She pointed to herself, possibly figuring it out. "Isobel," she said very softly and quietly.
Jonas smiled, "Isobel. That's very beautiful. Can you tell us anything about yourself?"
Isobel scratched her head, confused. She ran her fingers through her hair, getting the tangles out. She didn't speak their language and they didn't speak her's. This would be very difficult.
Isobel's hands were soft and cool. She touched his hand with the tips of her fingers and looked at them very closely. She picked his hand up, Jonas allowed her, and placed in on her own cheek. Then she put her hand over his and closed her eyes.
A woman.
She stood in what looked like chambers fit only for royalty. People brought their dead before her. He could see her heart was breaking for them, her compassion showing in her eyes. The subjects cried for help.
The dead were burned.
Everyone disappeared and Puck was the only one there. She dropped her head and looked like she had begun to cry. Her knees dropped and she fell to the fertile plain.
Then she was reaching out for something and then Jonas returned to normal.
He opened his eyes and stared at Isobel, tears forming up in her eyes. They poured out. Jonas scooted over and hugged her. He felt a connection between them. There were more memories. He knew who she was, what she was, what had happened to her.
Jonas looked over at his three friends, who looked concerned. "Her people had a war and her life was in danger. They put her in what they call suspension and hid her away on another planet."
"You got that all in two seconds?" Jack asked, squinting.
Jonas looked bewildered. "Two seconds? It felt like a lifetime."
"Amazing!" Sam said.
Jonas nodded. "She told me everything in memories. I told her everything too. Her people are more advanced than anyone we've encountered." He let got of Isobel, who settled back against the pillows.
"She's trying to learn our language through listening. By linking with me, she learned about twenty five percent of our language," Jonas continued.
"Linking with you?" Doctor Frasier asked.
"That's what she just did. It was phenomenal. I can't believe I learned so much about an entire race in just a few minutes," Jonas babbled, happily. "She's exactly what Teal'c said she is. Her people were meant to be Haktor but they tricked Callisto and Nerti when they became smart enough."
"They altered how they would be changed, just so they couldn't so they couldn't be possessed by the Goa'uld and they became more powerful. Callisto couldn't control them. When they realized who the Goa'uld were, they killed her. They killed most of the Jaffa who came with Callisto and Nerti escaped but they didn't pursue her."
"They're peaceful, sir," Jonas went on. "She is thankful that someone found her, but she wishes it had been sooner. She's been in suspension for almost ten years."
Jonas stared at them and realized Teal'c hadn't been there. "Where's Teal'c?" he asked.
"He's been meditating," Sam replied.
Jonas nodded and ran his hand through Isobel's hair. He knew she would like that, she smiled happily.
"She looked at me before and said she said she liked the tone of my voice. She apologizes for not talking before, she couldn't understand a word," Jonas directed that to Sam, who accepted the apology.
"How can we trust her though?" Jack asked.
"How can we not, sir? She's defenseless. Her mental abilities haven't returned to her because of the suspension. She's from a great race who loved her dearly. They hid her so that her enemies couldn't torture her for information. She's the last of her line. She had to be protected.
"Noble?"
"Yes, her ancestors killed Callisto; the people pointed them as the rulers of their world. It's been like that for over 900 years," Jonas explained.
"Their fairies," Jack said, like her people were a joke.
"That's just human tales, her people were taken to their world over 1000 years ago and humans made up stories about them."
"So the stories are real? Sleeping Beauty really had fairies watching her?" Jack asked.
Sam glared at him for going too far this time with the jokes. "That's just a story, Jack."
"Oh," Jack nodded, understanding.
"We can trust her. She wants to return her thanks in some way but she wouldn't tell me exactly how," Jonas said, glancing back at her. She was very beautiful and sweet to be so patient with all of them.
***
CHAPTER TWO
Daniel sat in his office, trying to translate the language. It was a mix of different languages from Northern Europe, so it wasn't too difficult. But when he tried to pronounce the words, it didn't sound right. He figured one had to use a certain accent. Maybe a high pitched voice, seeing how Puck Daniel really didn't care for that nickname, even if she did look like a Puck had a high pitched voice when she shrieked for help.
The archeologist couldn't get that look out of his mind. A slight pout, looking as if the tears in her eyes couldn't escape and her strength was all gone. As if she could never fight anymore.
He shook his head. This was ridiculous, why was he thinking about her look and digging so deep into what was on her face? It was as if she was trying to communicate with them on another level.
Then the memory disappeared from Daniel.
***
Jonas and the Kelownan dignitaries stepped through the gate. Jonas clutched his bag and a notebook. He wore normal clothes, a pair of blue jeans and a green shirt. The dignitaries seemed annoyed. They had been informed about the recent discovery. Jonas was excited to help but the dignitaries were bothered about their stay would last longer.
"Hey, Colonel," Jonas greeted Jack, who waved.
"It's nice to see you again," Sam replied, as she hugged Jonas.
The young man was surprised to be welcomed with open arms. It felt nice to be missed, he thought.
"I missed you guys," Jonas said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. He was happy to be there. He still didn't feel very welcomed on Kelowna, even if it was his homeworld.
"Aw, shucks, we missed you too," Jack said. "You wanna see the ice princess?"
Jonas made a confused looked.
"That's what he's named her, Puck the ice princess," Sam said, rolling her eyes. She gave a quick punch to Jack, who said ow, and then rubbed his arm.
"The ice princess?" Jonas was still confused.
"Found Puck in ice..." Jack said.
"I thought it wasn't ice?" Jonas asked as the three walked through the halls to the infirmary.
"So?" Jack said, almost defensively. "It looks like ice."
"Doesn't calling her the ice princess mean she's cold in personality?" the muscular man asked.
"Yeah, I suppose."
"It does, Colonel," Carter smirked.
"Well, whatever, let's go see if she feels like starting up a chat. Maybe we can even get her tea and cookies," Jack said.
"He's been like this all day," Sam whispered to Jonas, as if Jack was never like this. Jonas laughed as they entered the infirmary.
Puck was propped up on several pillows eating Jell-o. She looked up to those who had entered, possibly acknowledging their existence. Then she returned to the green substance.
"That's my favorite kind," Jack replied.
Puck didn't respond, she just ate the Jell-o.
Jonas sat down beside Puck. He patted her arm, trying to get her attention. She didn't look, just set down the spoon on the table.
"Has she spoken at all?" Sam asked.
"Not at all," Doctor Frasier replied, coming out of her office. "It's nice to see you, Jonas."
Jonas smiled, "Thanks."
He looked back to Puck, who looked up from her Jell-o dish to Jonas. She stared at him intently.
"That's a start," Sam said, sitting down on the bench across the room. Jack followed suit.
Jonas smiled at Puck. The smile was not returned. Her eyes were filled with sadness. "Hi," he began. "I'm Jonas. Do you have a name?"
The girl gazed.
Jonas pointed to himself. "Jonas." Then he pointed to Puck. "Puck."
Puck made a face. It was obvious that it wasn't her name, and she didn't like it very much.
Jonas pointed to her again. She followed suit and pointed to Jonas. "No, no, point to yourself." Jonas pointed to himself and she pointed to herself. "That's good. So what's your name?"
"Jonas," the girl said. It came out more like, 'Yo-nus.'
Jonas sighed. She copied him. Then she grinned when he looked at her for copying.
"Hey, she can talk," Jack stated the obvious.
Sam rolled her eyes at him.
"No, I'm Jonas, what's your name?"
She looked at him, the smile vanished. She was confused still. She pointed to herself, possibly figuring it out. "Isobel," she said very softly and quietly.
Jonas smiled, "Isobel. That's very beautiful. Can you tell us anything about yourself?"
Isobel scratched her head, confused. She ran her fingers through her hair, getting the tangles out. She didn't speak their language and they didn't speak her's. This would be very difficult.
Isobel's hands were soft and cool. She touched his hand with the tips of her fingers and looked at them very closely. She picked his hand up, Jonas allowed her, and placed in on her own cheek. Then she put her hand over his and closed her eyes.
A woman.
She stood in what looked like chambers fit only for royalty. People brought their dead before her. He could see her heart was breaking for them, her compassion showing in her eyes. The subjects cried for help.
The dead were burned.
Everyone disappeared and Puck was the only one there. She dropped her head and looked like she had begun to cry. Her knees dropped and she fell to the fertile plain.
Then she was reaching out for something and then Jonas returned to normal.
He opened his eyes and stared at Isobel, tears forming up in her eyes. They poured out. Jonas scooted over and hugged her. He felt a connection between them. There were more memories. He knew who she was, what she was, what had happened to her.
Jonas looked over at his three friends, who looked concerned. "Her people had a war and her life was in danger. They put her in what they call suspension and hid her away on another planet."
"You got that all in two seconds?" Jack asked, squinting.
Jonas looked bewildered. "Two seconds? It felt like a lifetime."
"Amazing!" Sam said.
Jonas nodded. "She told me everything in memories. I told her everything too. Her people are more advanced than anyone we've encountered." He let got of Isobel, who settled back against the pillows.
"She's trying to learn our language through listening. By linking with me, she learned about twenty five percent of our language," Jonas continued.
"Linking with you?" Doctor Frasier asked.
"That's what she just did. It was phenomenal. I can't believe I learned so much about an entire race in just a few minutes," Jonas babbled, happily. "She's exactly what Teal'c said she is. Her people were meant to be Haktor but they tricked Callisto and Nerti when they became smart enough."
"They altered how they would be changed, just so they couldn't so they couldn't be possessed by the Goa'uld and they became more powerful. Callisto couldn't control them. When they realized who the Goa'uld were, they killed her. They killed most of the Jaffa who came with Callisto and Nerti escaped but they didn't pursue her."
"They're peaceful, sir," Jonas went on. "She is thankful that someone found her, but she wishes it had been sooner. She's been in suspension for almost ten years."
Jonas stared at them and realized Teal'c hadn't been there. "Where's Teal'c?" he asked.
"He's been meditating," Sam replied.
Jonas nodded and ran his hand through Isobel's hair. He knew she would like that, she smiled happily.
"She looked at me before and said she said she liked the tone of my voice. She apologizes for not talking before, she couldn't understand a word," Jonas directed that to Sam, who accepted the apology.
"How can we trust her though?" Jack asked.
"How can we not, sir? She's defenseless. Her mental abilities haven't returned to her because of the suspension. She's from a great race who loved her dearly. They hid her so that her enemies couldn't torture her for information. She's the last of her line. She had to be protected.
"Noble?"
"Yes, her ancestors killed Callisto; the people pointed them as the rulers of their world. It's been like that for over 900 years," Jonas explained.
"Their fairies," Jack said, like her people were a joke.
"That's just human tales, her people were taken to their world over 1000 years ago and humans made up stories about them."
"So the stories are real? Sleeping Beauty really had fairies watching her?" Jack asked.
Sam glared at him for going too far this time with the jokes. "That's just a story, Jack."
"Oh," Jack nodded, understanding.
"We can trust her. She wants to return her thanks in some way but she wouldn't tell me exactly how," Jonas said, glancing back at her. She was very beautiful and sweet to be so patient with all of them.