Apologies for mixing up chapters somehow. FF does that sometimes. Please
reread chapter one and then chapter 2.
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CHAPTER THREE
SG-1 and the Kelownan dignitaries has assembled in the briefing room.
"We could be wonderful allies!" a woman, who was near Jack's age, shouted. She wore a blue dress and tons of gaudy jewelry. Her hair was dark brown and she had cold, blue eyes.
"Your people don't get it!" Jack said angrily. "Our technology is far more advanced than yours. We don't want your people to get hurt!"
There was muttering and grumbling when the door to the briefing room opened. Isobel limped in. She wore a light purple dress that clung to her somewhat shapely body. It was now obvious she wasn't a girl, but a young lady. Doctor Frasier hung closely behind her with some papers in her hand. Isobel limped to the empty seat next to Jonas. Jonas helped her sit down.
"What's she doing here, Doctor?" General Hammond asked.
"She insisted on coming here. She said it was important that she be present."
"This is a private meeting, Fraiser." Hammond said.
Isobel looked at him, almost challenging him. "I am not a civilian, sir," she said softly but with a stinging sensation of authority. "I am needed." She insisted.
Hammond sighed and let it go. Frasier said she would wait outside.
"This is what we came here two hours earlier for?" a Kelownan dignitary arrogantly stated.
Isobel looked up innocently, trying to gather her words. She ignored the insult and listened to the discussion, which continued.
She interrupted when she noticed the hostilities between them. "Your people are too young technologically to be able to use anything the Tauri give you."
"You're people are too young. They would not be able to use anything the Tauri gave you."
"Who are you to judge us?" the woman Jack had spoken with earlier, challenged.
Isobel tipped her head. "I was not judging anyone, just merely pointing out your people's immaturity. You are too quick for advancement, you are careless and you are not thinking about the aftermath."
"There she goes judging us again," she whispered to another dignitary.
"She was not judging you," Teal'c replied. "She was informing you of the truth."
Isobel stared at the table in front of her. Her every muscle ached still. Then she continued. "The Tauri are trying to help you in every way, yet you are too arrogant and ignorant to realize it. Please do not be hostile to them. If their rulers say they cannot do something, they cannot go against their wishes. It would be immoral."
"Thank you," General Hammond told Isobel, who bowed her head in respect.
She understood both political standings of both races. It was all very clear to her now.
The dignitaries began to bicker once again and Isobel raised her voice above everyone. "The Tauri are our elders and ancestors. We must respect their wishes and their culture. Please stop complaining."
"We're leaving!" the female announced.
"I'm not ready to!" Jonas Quinn countered, staying in his seat.
"Then you can stay until you are finished flirting with a stranger," the head dignitary shot.
Isobel lowered her head. They were so inexperienced, but she did not want to be rude.
"That's not fair," Jonas quipped. "She's trying to help and you are mocking her. Do you even know what she capable of?"
"Is that a threat, Jonas Quinn?" the female snipped.
"No, I'm just telling you--"
"Enough!" Sam yelled out. She couldn't take anymore of this childish behavior.
"Please," Isobel added. "Jonas Quinn is correct that you honestly don't know what I am capable of. Your insolence is very difficult to be patient with. Must I teach you just how foolish you all are?"
The Kelownans backed out of the room in a rush, not wanting to know just how powerful Isobel was. When they left Isobel could feel SG-1 staring at her. She was attempting to calm down.
"Isobel, I'm sorry they said those things. That was rude of them," Jonas said, quietly.
"It is all right, they do not understand."
Jonas nodded and put his hand on her's in comfort. He really did care for her. In just a day's time she had grown on him so much. She was so sweet in her own little way. She shared thoughts with Jonas here and there, to speak to him privately. Isobel allowed him to know personal things about her, and he her. It was like innocent love, in the spring. She made him smile, which he hadn't done truthfully for months.
The meeting broke up soon, Jonas and Janet helped Isobel to her own quarters to give her privacy. Guards were posted outside just incase. Jonas said it was not needed, that she wouldn't be violent. Isobel told him it was all right, they were allowed to speculate and be concerned.
***
Jonas sat on the edge of Isobel's bed, telling her about the naquadria his people found and when SG-1 came to his world. He told her about Daniel dying and his leaders being happy about the results of what naquadria could do.
"Jonas," she whispered softly. Her voice was so lovely. "I feel as if I am falling too quickly."
"Falling?" Jonas asked, at first unaware of what she was saying. Then he understood. "Me too."
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She touched his face as he kissed her again, this time on the neck. Her eyes fluttered and her heart beat faster. So this was love, she thought. She kissed near his ear; she couldn't reach any other skinned area. He turned his head and lightly kissed her on the lips. She closed her eyes and then returned the kiss to his lips. He ran his fingers one by one through her hair; staring at the beauty that was her face. Then he kissed her lips thoughtfully. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him fully again. He fell into her and pulled her close to him onto half of his chest. Jonas kissed Isobel. It was so sweet. So perfect. She fell asleep on him; she still hadn't adjusted to the time difference. Jonas held her tired body in his arms and then he drifted off into sleep. The day had been long.
***
CHAPTER THREE
SG-1 and the Kelownan dignitaries has assembled in the briefing room.
"We could be wonderful allies!" a woman, who was near Jack's age, shouted. She wore a blue dress and tons of gaudy jewelry. Her hair was dark brown and she had cold, blue eyes.
"Your people don't get it!" Jack said angrily. "Our technology is far more advanced than yours. We don't want your people to get hurt!"
There was muttering and grumbling when the door to the briefing room opened. Isobel limped in. She wore a light purple dress that clung to her somewhat shapely body. It was now obvious she wasn't a girl, but a young lady. Doctor Frasier hung closely behind her with some papers in her hand. Isobel limped to the empty seat next to Jonas. Jonas helped her sit down.
"What's she doing here, Doctor?" General Hammond asked.
"She insisted on coming here. She said it was important that she be present."
"This is a private meeting, Fraiser." Hammond said.
Isobel looked at him, almost challenging him. "I am not a civilian, sir," she said softly but with a stinging sensation of authority. "I am needed." She insisted.
Hammond sighed and let it go. Frasier said she would wait outside.
"This is what we came here two hours earlier for?" a Kelownan dignitary arrogantly stated.
Isobel looked up innocently, trying to gather her words. She ignored the insult and listened to the discussion, which continued.
She interrupted when she noticed the hostilities between them. "Your people are too young technologically to be able to use anything the Tauri give you."
"You're people are too young. They would not be able to use anything the Tauri gave you."
"Who are you to judge us?" the woman Jack had spoken with earlier, challenged.
Isobel tipped her head. "I was not judging anyone, just merely pointing out your people's immaturity. You are too quick for advancement, you are careless and you are not thinking about the aftermath."
"There she goes judging us again," she whispered to another dignitary.
"She was not judging you," Teal'c replied. "She was informing you of the truth."
Isobel stared at the table in front of her. Her every muscle ached still. Then she continued. "The Tauri are trying to help you in every way, yet you are too arrogant and ignorant to realize it. Please do not be hostile to them. If their rulers say they cannot do something, they cannot go against their wishes. It would be immoral."
"Thank you," General Hammond told Isobel, who bowed her head in respect.
She understood both political standings of both races. It was all very clear to her now.
The dignitaries began to bicker once again and Isobel raised her voice above everyone. "The Tauri are our elders and ancestors. We must respect their wishes and their culture. Please stop complaining."
"We're leaving!" the female announced.
"I'm not ready to!" Jonas Quinn countered, staying in his seat.
"Then you can stay until you are finished flirting with a stranger," the head dignitary shot.
Isobel lowered her head. They were so inexperienced, but she did not want to be rude.
"That's not fair," Jonas quipped. "She's trying to help and you are mocking her. Do you even know what she capable of?"
"Is that a threat, Jonas Quinn?" the female snipped.
"No, I'm just telling you--"
"Enough!" Sam yelled out. She couldn't take anymore of this childish behavior.
"Please," Isobel added. "Jonas Quinn is correct that you honestly don't know what I am capable of. Your insolence is very difficult to be patient with. Must I teach you just how foolish you all are?"
The Kelownans backed out of the room in a rush, not wanting to know just how powerful Isobel was. When they left Isobel could feel SG-1 staring at her. She was attempting to calm down.
"Isobel, I'm sorry they said those things. That was rude of them," Jonas said, quietly.
"It is all right, they do not understand."
Jonas nodded and put his hand on her's in comfort. He really did care for her. In just a day's time she had grown on him so much. She was so sweet in her own little way. She shared thoughts with Jonas here and there, to speak to him privately. Isobel allowed him to know personal things about her, and he her. It was like innocent love, in the spring. She made him smile, which he hadn't done truthfully for months.
The meeting broke up soon, Jonas and Janet helped Isobel to her own quarters to give her privacy. Guards were posted outside just incase. Jonas said it was not needed, that she wouldn't be violent. Isobel told him it was all right, they were allowed to speculate and be concerned.
***
Jonas sat on the edge of Isobel's bed, telling her about the naquadria his people found and when SG-1 came to his world. He told her about Daniel dying and his leaders being happy about the results of what naquadria could do.
"Jonas," she whispered softly. Her voice was so lovely. "I feel as if I am falling too quickly."
"Falling?" Jonas asked, at first unaware of what she was saying. Then he understood. "Me too."
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She touched his face as he kissed her again, this time on the neck. Her eyes fluttered and her heart beat faster. So this was love, she thought. She kissed near his ear; she couldn't reach any other skinned area. He turned his head and lightly kissed her on the lips. She closed her eyes and then returned the kiss to his lips. He ran his fingers one by one through her hair; staring at the beauty that was her face. Then he kissed her lips thoughtfully. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him fully again. He fell into her and pulled her close to him onto half of his chest. Jonas kissed Isobel. It was so sweet. So perfect. She fell asleep on him; she still hadn't adjusted to the time difference. Jonas held her tired body in his arms and then he drifted off into sleep. The day had been long.