"Legacy"

(A/N: *(Location)* means it's a memory. The regular (Location) is the setting in the present.

Ch. 3

(Sick Bay)

Dr. Allison showed Phlox how it worked.

"So, this little thing will project certain memories of yours?" Malcolm asked.

Nicole nodded.

"I'm going to put it on the highest setting," she said.

Nicole flinched as she put the Tok'ra Memory Device on the side of her head. The first memory popped up in front of them:

*(Int. SGC, Daniel's Office)*

Daniel and I busily sat at a computer trying to decipher the ancient language they had found on their last mission, the old mining planet. After several hours of working hard and not getting anywhere, Daniel took his glasses off, got up and started to pace back and forth, clearly frustrated. I rubbed my eyes tiredly.

I noticed suddenly a small, sharp sting on my arm. I looked down and saw that the area was ripping open.

"Oh gosh, here we go," I gasped.

Daniel turned and looked at me.

"What is it?" he asked.

"My cell tissues must be causing this," I said, staying calm.

He looked down at it and winced. I put my index finger on one side of the gap and put my thumb on the other side. I squeezed the gap closed slowly. Daniel and I looked at it. There wasn't any sign that there was even a cut on my arm.

I sighed heavily, "I'm never going to get used to that. Every time it happens it still grosses me out,"

"I'd be amazed if you weren't," he said. "Look, why don't we take a break. Let's go get some--" he looked down at his watch, "breakfast and some coffee too,"

"Yeah, that sounds great," I smiled.

"Okay, let's go," he smiled back.

(Sick Bay)

Everyone flinched as they saw the gap on my arm.

"That wasn't pretty," Trip commented.

"What was causing your body to do that, Doctor?" Phlox asked, sounding a little interested.

"My mutant abilities were spiraling out of control," Nicole said.

The memory changed:

*(Ext. SGC)*

I leaned against one of the military trucks that were parked outside of the base, fiddling with my phoenix pendant once more. What the heck was I doing? Walking out on everyone like that, I thought. General Hammond is going to be so pissed with me.

I heard the door of the base opening. I looked up and saw Colonel O' Neill walking towards me. I sighed heavily.

"Nicole, may I asked: what the hell that was all about back there?" he said. "This is, after all, the guy who is trying to help save you life."

"You wouldn't understand, Colonel," I told him.

"Try me," he said.

I sighed. "Alright, Colonel. How's this for a shocker? That man standing in the infirmary claiming he can try and save my life: is the one who did this to me in the first place. And Dr. Kane is my uncle."

He gaped at me. "Um, okay, so I'm guessing you're not too happy with this Dr. Kane guy, then,"

I nodded

"I should have seen this coming,"

Jack looked at me with is usual puzzled look. You know the one he has every time he tried to understand what Sam is saying.

"How so?" he asked.

"What's the point of having visions if I can't see how and when I'm going to die?" I said

"You wouldn't have a vision of you dieing if you weren't going to die," he said.

I blinked at him. Did Jack just say something remotely intelligent?

"You're probably right," I said.

Jack puffed up his chest with pride.

"I am?"

"I said 'probably', Jack," I couldn't help but smile.

"Hammond ordered me to come up here and get you. So, let's go," Jack said. He put out his hand.

"Alright," I took it. "But, we're going back my way."

"Sweat," I heard him whisper.

I grinned. He loved it when I used my powers. A moment later we were both surrounded by a white light. Soon we arrived back in the infirmary.

The images quickly shifted to:

*(Int. SGC, Mess Hall)*

Shalimar, Brennan, Jesse, Emma, Daniel and I sat around the table easting breakfast. The four members of Mutant X enjoyed plates of eggs, bacon, toast, and cups of coffee. Daniel had his usual waffle and fourth cup of coffee. I had my usual bowel of Fruit Loops, wheat toast and finishing up my third cup of coffee.

I sipped some of my coffee when Emma said:

"From what I could tell by the way you acted around Adam that he and you have some history,"

"Yeah, you wanna tell us what that was about?" Brennan asked.

"You certainly weren't yourself back there," Daniel said.

I drained the last of my coffee, gently set it down in front of me, sighed, and said:

"Well, Gabriel Ashlock was patient number 0. I was patient number 1," I paused, leaned back against the back of the chair, and rested my hands on my lap. I then continued. "My mother died of cancer when I was 4 years old. My father took me to Adam because he was afraid that I would carry on the disease."

"Adam must have started to research ways to cure diseases after Ashlock," Jesse said.

I nodded.

"Anyways, several months later my powers began to show. My father became so angry about taking me to Adam that he got himself drunk every night. The more he'd drink, the more he'd become angry. And the angrier he became the more he'd drink. My father started beating me up every night when I was 6. Until finally he just couldn't take the pain anymore and put a bullet to the head, right in front of me."

I felt a tear coming down my face. I wiped away quickly so none of them could see. But, Daniel noticed. Underneath the table he took my hand and stroked it gently with his thumb.

(Sick Bay)

It had been an hour before Archer said:

"Why don't we stop it here for now. T'Pol should have some more scans from the planet down below. Hoshi and Lt. Evelyn Jackson should have those Goa'uld translations done,"

The Senior Officers nodded. Nicole took the Device off with another flinch and nodded.

To be continued . . .