I will try to make the chapters longer but it will take me more time!
Chapter 4
"Jesse!" screamed Bryan. He started to run to her but a Jaffa stood in front of him and pushed him back.
"Bryan Maybourne," Har'mon said. "Corporal Bryan Maybourne," she repeated empathizing the rank as if it stuck as familiar. "It is a pleasure to see you," she paused and then continued with, "for my host at least."
Bryan's face, more so than before, fell. "You're a Goa'uld." he concluded solemnly.
"Yes, you could say that," said Har'mon. " But so will you in a few moments." An evil smile touched her lips. Then, very subtly her expression changed to one of pain, sorrow, and worry but as quickly and unnoticed as it came it went. The smile was back but not as before it was covering surprise and worry for herself more than others.
Bryan hoped that brief moment of weakness hadn't been a figment of his own desire to see Jesse sprout though the entrapment this Goa'uld seemed to have put on her. Even if it wasn't he wouldn't allow himself a smile. He seemed to be the only one who saw it.
Then, he finally realized she had said, 'but so will you in a few moments'. Again, his face fell. "What did you mean when you said I would soon be something?" Her smile regained its original----brightness for lack of a better word. She stepped to the side to reveal her fallen lover in all the pain of his wounds.
"A sarcophagus can no longer heal his injuries nor can it bring him back to life if he were to die," she said. Her smiled had faded when she looked at Alador.
"That's impossible, the sarcophagus must be broken," Bryan said seeing that the only thing left so the Goa'uld could live was to take a new host. It suddenly dawned on him why he had been called to her.
"Fool, do you not think we have tried many sarcophagi?" said Har'mon her temper was raising.
"Yes, but-"
"Prepare him for the implantation," said Har'mon to her Jaffa. They took him away.
She turned to Alador's bedside. He was cold and pale, yet he was sweating. His breaths short and labored and his eyes flicked open and shut in small slits very quickly. Har'mon brushed her fingers lightly over his short dirty blonde hair. She tried looking into the small holes created by his palpating eyelids. She tried to see life in the deep, icy blue eyes that had the smallest bit of green circling the retina. Har'mon saw nothing in the injured face of the man she had once and always loved.
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Jack stood in his daughter's room at his house. He was looking at a line of 9 photos on her chest of drawers. The first, second, and third were of Jake, Danny, and Ben O'Neill, her brothers from her reality. The next one was of one Jack was always surprised to see. An older Charlie holding a baby Jesse, she always said she considered Charlie her whole brother even if he died 3 years after she was born and was only her half.
Her parents wedding followed, Jack always seemed to past the slightly ripped and old photo because of what cannot be. The next was of Bryan and Jesse laughing and hold one other the picture that had been attached to Bryan's old Marine hat. Then, a picture of Bryan in full Marine attire. The next was collage of many family and friends and last when she was just born.
Jack was quiet and looked at her room. It was messy and had several more pictures around. The bed was unmade and clothes were on the floor. In two days Jesse would have turned 18. He still could believe he had lost another child before their 18th birthday.
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"Lay him next to Alador," Har'mon ordered her Jaffa. They did so. She slowly whispered in Alador's ear, " It is time, my love,"
The Goa'uld sharp head came up though the mouth of the host. Bryan shook in disgust. Once the Goa'uld as out the host's eyes glowed and he died. Har'mon took the Goa'uld and wrapped it around her arm. Then, she put her arm over Bryan's chest. It went on to his chest. Bryan tried to move away as it was making it to his neck. But, he couldn't stop it. The Goa'uld came around his neck and attacked.
Bryan Maybourne's eyes glowed.
Chapter 4
"Jesse!" screamed Bryan. He started to run to her but a Jaffa stood in front of him and pushed him back.
"Bryan Maybourne," Har'mon said. "Corporal Bryan Maybourne," she repeated empathizing the rank as if it stuck as familiar. "It is a pleasure to see you," she paused and then continued with, "for my host at least."
Bryan's face, more so than before, fell. "You're a Goa'uld." he concluded solemnly.
"Yes, you could say that," said Har'mon. " But so will you in a few moments." An evil smile touched her lips. Then, very subtly her expression changed to one of pain, sorrow, and worry but as quickly and unnoticed as it came it went. The smile was back but not as before it was covering surprise and worry for herself more than others.
Bryan hoped that brief moment of weakness hadn't been a figment of his own desire to see Jesse sprout though the entrapment this Goa'uld seemed to have put on her. Even if it wasn't he wouldn't allow himself a smile. He seemed to be the only one who saw it.
Then, he finally realized she had said, 'but so will you in a few moments'. Again, his face fell. "What did you mean when you said I would soon be something?" Her smile regained its original----brightness for lack of a better word. She stepped to the side to reveal her fallen lover in all the pain of his wounds.
"A sarcophagus can no longer heal his injuries nor can it bring him back to life if he were to die," she said. Her smiled had faded when she looked at Alador.
"That's impossible, the sarcophagus must be broken," Bryan said seeing that the only thing left so the Goa'uld could live was to take a new host. It suddenly dawned on him why he had been called to her.
"Fool, do you not think we have tried many sarcophagi?" said Har'mon her temper was raising.
"Yes, but-"
"Prepare him for the implantation," said Har'mon to her Jaffa. They took him away.
She turned to Alador's bedside. He was cold and pale, yet he was sweating. His breaths short and labored and his eyes flicked open and shut in small slits very quickly. Har'mon brushed her fingers lightly over his short dirty blonde hair. She tried looking into the small holes created by his palpating eyelids. She tried to see life in the deep, icy blue eyes that had the smallest bit of green circling the retina. Har'mon saw nothing in the injured face of the man she had once and always loved.
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Jack stood in his daughter's room at his house. He was looking at a line of 9 photos on her chest of drawers. The first, second, and third were of Jake, Danny, and Ben O'Neill, her brothers from her reality. The next one was of one Jack was always surprised to see. An older Charlie holding a baby Jesse, she always said she considered Charlie her whole brother even if he died 3 years after she was born and was only her half.
Her parents wedding followed, Jack always seemed to past the slightly ripped and old photo because of what cannot be. The next was of Bryan and Jesse laughing and hold one other the picture that had been attached to Bryan's old Marine hat. Then, a picture of Bryan in full Marine attire. The next was collage of many family and friends and last when she was just born.
Jack was quiet and looked at her room. It was messy and had several more pictures around. The bed was unmade and clothes were on the floor. In two days Jesse would have turned 18. He still could believe he had lost another child before their 18th birthday.
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"Lay him next to Alador," Har'mon ordered her Jaffa. They did so. She slowly whispered in Alador's ear, " It is time, my love,"
The Goa'uld sharp head came up though the mouth of the host. Bryan shook in disgust. Once the Goa'uld as out the host's eyes glowed and he died. Har'mon took the Goa'uld and wrapped it around her arm. Then, she put her arm over Bryan's chest. It went on to his chest. Bryan tried to move away as it was making it to his neck. But, he couldn't stop it. The Goa'uld came around his neck and attacked.
Bryan Maybourne's eyes glowed.
