Thanx to everyone who reviewed previous chapters, This is for all those who wanted the next chapter, I've finished the one after this one too but just have to make a few changes before I put it up. Enjoy!
At 11am the following morning Alison, Daniel, Janet, Jonas and Teal'c had all gathered in Sam's lab to wait with Alison for the Ancient. General Hammond hadn't spoken to her since the day before and at that time he was busy dealing with the latest Intel on the eminent attack so with any luck the next time she saw him it would be in her own time.
"Are you sure that you're going to be ok?" Jonas asked her and she smiled her response (she couldn't help it he'd always made her laugh, as far back as she could remember and even when he didn't try to he made her giggle.)
"Now I do not believe that it is the right course of action O'Neill." Said Jonas in his best Teal'c impression as he did his best to entertain a 9- year-old Alison O'Neill and her 6-year-old brother Jake. "Then your dad turns around with this look on his face and none of us know what we're supposed to do- it's not our fault that some of the natives ran off with most of his clothing."
Alison who was sat on the desk in her mothers lab laughed and clapped her applause at Jonas's impressions and they way he acted everything out as if he was there.
"He says Do I LOOK like I care right now Teal'c. And once again no one can say anything to that - the only one who looked happy about the situation was your mother but she can tell you about that." His impression of her dad was even better than his one of Teal'c and even Jake was laughing.
"Jonas, should you really be telling my Children that PARTICULAR story?" Alison's dad asked from the door. Jonas hadn't noticed that anyone was there and his ears turned a shade of scarlet that Alison found all the more amusing.
"Um hello. I didn't realise that you were going to be back so um soon. Sam said that the briefing would take an hour at least and I was just um..." by this time Alison was almost out of breath she was laughing that much, Jonas hadn't quite cottoned on to the fact that her dad was joking.
"Now that I have the information that I need I'll be fine, Janet thank you for looking after me." The Doctor just nodded humour playing in her eyes. "Just think of it as pay back for the amount of baby sitting you're going to have to do – or have done." She flashed a smile at Daniel who looked bemused at the indication.
"Thanks Daniel for all the N.O.R.A.D tracking help and for everything else you might have done, Teal'c and Jonas thanks for just understanding and being there – I'll get dad to buy you a drink if all goes to plan although you'll probably wonder why as none of you will actually remember –" but she was cut off by the breeze that entered the lab causing all of them to back up against the sides, they all knew what it was and as the breeze subsided a white being with gossamer strands of pure white flowed around it as it settled next to Alison.
"Are you ready to put things right?" the voice that came from the being was harmonic and radiated a feeling of peace and serenity, the face was hard to make out as it seemed to blend into the rest of the being but what was seen was incredibly beautiful.
"Yes." Alison replied as the being moved closer to her. Everything that she had seen seemed to be at the forefront of her mind and although she was grateful that she knew what she had to do she was afraid of failing.
The being smiled at her and its gossamer threads gently moving to enclose her. Daniel watched the scene with an odd sort of familiarity and the rest just watched in amazement as everything started to burr in front of them. Alison smiled at them one last time before disappearing into nothing more than a memory, a memory that faded with their time line the moment the wind died away.
Before she knew it she was stood at the corner of a diner in Colorado Springs, a diner with a phone box just outside and people walking about everywhere. Glancing at her watch she saw the time 8.10, which gave her five minutes to wait for the murderous son of a bitch who wanted to kill her parents ok enough with the sounding like dad she told herself pushing her hair behind her ears.
After a couple of minutes a man with a closely shaven head walked out of the diner and from where she was Alison could even make out those dark cold eyes that she'd 'seen' using the powers given to her by the Ancient and without hesitation she walked over to him.
He'd already started to dial the number with the receiver in his hand when she took it out of his hand and slammed it back onto the stand. "Hey!" he yelled turning to look at her and then as if realising who she was he reached out to hit her, he did knocking her off her balance and then perhaps due to the crowd around them he made it look like he was helping her up as he dragged her around the corner to where she'd been waiting for him.
"You little bitch I'll kill you right here, right now." He snarled, slamming her up hard against the wall as he did.
Alison breathed in sharply as the pain set in. "Like you're going to kill my parents?" she asked pointedly trying to free herself from his grasp, he held her fast and she found it hard to breath with his arm across her chest.
"Yes." His voice was filled with venom and his eyes with a deep evil.
"What? You're not even going to deny it?" she countered, relying as her father often did on sarcasm – she was also thinking of a way to get out of this.
"You figure it out – you're supposed to be the smart one, given your mother and all." He said in a voice that froze her to the spot – it had the deepest resonating tone of any Goa'uld she'd ever heard and his eyes flashed yellow.
"Shit." She muttered but even then she knew what she was going to do. Being careful not to draw attention to the fact that she was reaching inside her jacket Alison reached for the weapon that she'd kept concealed through out her entire ordeal at the SGC. Closing her eyes made it look as though she was running out of air and he was stupid enough to think so, well he would given what dad's told me about the 'slimy ass snake heads' of the universe.
She slipped her finger on the trigger release switch and put up a protective shield around herself using her newly given ability, by the time the metallic click had given her weapon away it was too late for him to do anything about it. Blue lightening enveloped him and after a few seconds of obvious pain he fell to the ground. Alison slumped back against the wall and pulled out the Zat-gun. "This is what you get when you mess with an O'Neill." She told the unconscious would be murderer as she kicked his body away from her own.
Her only problem was what she was supposed to do with him now – she wasn't just going to leave him there because that would defeat the object and he needed to be reported to the Ancient that helped her so that he could never do it again. Which meant that she needed to find somewhere that she could lock him up until she could be sure – or rather the Ancient could be sure that her parents were in no more danger.
"Who are you?" Alison asked from where she was sat on a table across the room from the Goa'uld. He'd regained consciousness so she'd locked him away behind a force shield. He stared blankly at her and flashed his eyes. "Oh come on you think I'm scared of that now?" she asked rolling her eyes at his behaviour.
"I am your would be god." He replied, his voice still in the same resonating tone as before.
"Really?" she asked mockingly. "And do you have a name?"
"I am the one who would have destroyed your planet had it not been for you, your parents and their little team." He was stood up now and walking towards the shield, she knew it was a pointless exercise but he didn't. He'd also failed to mention the kids and the pesky dog.
"Ok well that's not going to happen." She told him unfolding her legs and sliding down from the table, the Zat-gun was still in her coat and although she knew she probably wouldn't need it she somehow felt safer knowing that it was there.
"I'll just do it all over again." He threatened but Alison just shook her head.
"You see that's not going to happen because a, you're going to be taken to temporal hell where hopefully you'll fall apart painfully and b, see this?" she asked holding up a rectangular metal object with smoothed corners and a control panel with strange symbols covering it. "This is the only way you can get 'home' and I have no intention of letting you anywhere near it."
He made a grab for her through the shield but the force knocked him backwards and he impacted with a thud against the cold concrete floor.
"Kiltat!" he yelled standing again.
"Hey! Mind the language!" Alison yelled back glaring at him, "it's not beyond me to kill you, you know – especially now that I know what you really are." She clicked the Zat-gun into its ready position, removed it from her pocket and pointed it at him. "Now shut up and sit down – we'll both be here until the damage you've done is completely wiped then you go off to hell and I go home."
"You do not realise who you are defying Alison O'Neill." He snarled.
"Woo hoo! Just stop with the empty threats ok, you're going to die very painfully." She told him, although she had to admit to being a little afraid that he knew her by name.
"And still she doesn't get it!" he almost spat and he flashed his eyes again "In killing your parents I would have been able to destroy an even bigger threat."
"Yeah I know you would have managed to allow the Goa'uld in this time to find the weapon and destroy the earth." Alison remarked a little fed up of his constant ravings.
"That is one of the reasons that I am here but it isn't the only reason, if that were the case there would be no need for your parents to die."
Alison's breath caught in her throat and she couldn't move "what?" she breathed, she had assumed that killing her parents had been away of destroying the greatest defence for the earth. But now she thought about it, it didn't make sense the Goa'uld would have already found the weapon. "Explain yourself or I'll kill you now." Anger flared in her voice as she spoke and he answered her question.
"In killing your parents I would have destroyed an even greater threat, you Alison O'Neill and your brother and infact all the children of SG-1 are the reason I came back here."
She couldn't contain herself any longer, taking it all in was just to hard – she would carry on her parents work and according to him do even more than they had. It wasn't that it didn't seem possible it was just that it was overwhelming to consider what she would do in her life. So Alison released the trigger on the Zat-gun, pointed it at him fired once. He writhed in pain on the floor and passed out.
Alison turned around and sat where she had been as she waited to return home to her family, to her own time and to getting ready for a family holiday that's he'd been looking forward to for a long time.
Orlin watched Alison as she held the Zat-gun in front of her; she was such a brave girl and the right one for the job. Not that he really would have picked anyone else – it had to be one of the O'Neill children to fix the mess because only they would have the determination to carry the job through.
He'd known about the Goa'uld that was behind it but hadn't been able to tell her - it hadn't been allowed. All he'd told her was the device that he had and that she would need to get hold of it and destroy it if necessary – that had been if the Goa'uld had threatened to use it before he was able to get there because then there wouldn't be anything he could do to stop events reversing again.
She'd been given the Zat-gun on the premise that she probably wouldn't have to use it, but he'd known that she would - it was another reason he'd needed an O'Neill as they knew all about the Goa'uld technology and weapons
. The powers he'd given her were for another reason- he'd though that she wouldn't have any help and would need the abilities to help her discover what had happened. The intervention of DR Janet Fraiser had meant that this wasn't quite true, but she'd still needed the powers anyway, for things like the pass word and identifying the person that would have – and in one time line killed her parents.
He also knew all about why Jack and Sam had been killed in the car crash, he knew that their children – especially Alison would become a great threat to the evil of the universe but hadn't been allowed to tell her that either because it could have altered her own future, now she knew she would have to deal with it herself although Orlin knew that Alison intended to work at the SGC anyway . In a while time would go back to how it should have been and what Alison had told the Goa'uld would all take place, she would remember all of this and the murderer would go to a form of hell. He'd be the one to make sure that it all happened but it wasn't time just yet.
No one else would know anything about the events that had transpired, the earth would continue on as normal – no one would destroy it and the weapon on P7X 482 would never be found, Jack and Sam would marry and have their children. Life would continue on as it was supposed to and everything would be the way it should be.
The briefing room was quiet, which at that particular time in the morning wasn't unusual. Things didn't normally get started until about nine o'clock. What was unusual however was the mood in the room. Jack had been in there for 20 minutes with some reports he had to get out of the way and a cup of coffee that by now had turned cold but that didn't seem to be a problem, not that he really knew how to describe it – it was just a feeling that something wasn't quite how it should have been or was about to change.
For a start he was alone. Teal'c was in the gym; Daniel was in his lab investigating some artefact and Sam? Sam was in her lab checking on her latest experiment – reluctantly he might add as the thought stirred memories that made him smile and his eyes mist over. Even General Hammond wasn't around like he normally was and Jack could see from where he sat that the generals office was empty not to mention that he'd managed to get through the paper work. Jack was a man that lived by his instincts and they told him that something was a-miss he just wanted people to arrive and for the feeling to go away and soon because the last thing he needed was nagging doubt about the mission they were due to go on in 2 hours.
"Hey." Said a quiet voice from the door, looking up Jack saw Sam standing in the doorway, she looked as though she was waiting for permission to enter.
"Come in." he told her gently and she smiled at him as she walked over and sat down in her familiar seat at his side.
"My experiment finished a little earlier and I wondered if you wanted some company." She told him dropping the sir's that would normally be used in a conversation between the two of them on base, there was absolutely no point in using them if they were the only ones there – it wasn't as if they were doing anything untoward and they trusted each other enough to know when they did and didn't need to be professional.
"As long as you don't want to talk about science sure." She smiled and rolled her eyes as she sank back into the seat. He watched her and smiled back feeling a lot better than he had done before she'd walked in. she eased his doubt's about the up and coming missions and more than that she made him feel better – he loved her for that and so many other things. His thought's flashed to the ring in a small velvet box he kept in a draw in his office – one of the scientists on the base had looked after it for him for a while just in case anyone found it but Jack had gotten it back when he'd made a fake bottom for his draw. He'd promised himself that he would give it to her one day and he'd just decided when and even where – all being well of course and he had a feeling that it would be.
"Actually I thought we could talk about your plans for this evening." She told him with a glint of her humour shining through.
"Ah, pretty much the same as yours I think – unless you wanna cancel pizza and the Double chocolate cookie dough ice cream that I've got in my fridge?" Jack teased watching her reaction.
"You keep Pizza in your fridge?" Sam countered pushing her blonde hair behind her ears – it was just long enough to do that with, as she'd let it grow a little longer than she really should.
"No and before you come up with another remark I don't keep the ice cream in there either, it's just a figure of speech." He paused and she waited for one of his witty little comments "although come to think about it I have been known to put the ice cream in the oven."
"Jack." She warned - he knew that she was particular about her ice cream and would tease her about it as often as possible.
"What?" he tried mock innocence but she knew him better than that, she knew him better than anyone as he did her, it was a fact that sometimes was a little hard to comprehend – she'd found someone, someone that she knew she'd be in love with for the rest of her life and she'd found him in the most un likely of places . "Let's just say for your sake that I hope the ice creams in the freezer."
"Or?" he enquired resting his head on his propped up hand and looking directly at her with a certain look in his eyes that she hoped he never lost.
"Or you won't be getting any desert." She told him in a perfectly controlled and normal voice as she watched the reaction in his eyes. If it was this good now – with them dodging the Frat regs, what would it be like in the future, Sam could hardly wait.
It's not over yet! If u're enjoying this story please review! i should also add that this is a re edit, when upgraded i started putting page breakers in so if anyone is revistiting this story i hope that the new format is easier to read.