Author's Note: just a little note for those who haven't read the first
story. I have established that thought becomes action on the mental
landscape of the characters' minds. Meaning, for the most part, you think
therefore it is. If Jenna imagines a staff in her hand it will appear in
her hand. That would be the same for any character whether they realize it
or not.
Now on with the show, friends!!
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Jenna kept firing at their attackers. It wasn't until Dr. Noran, zat in hand, got up to make his way behind the dias and to the other side that she realized that what she was experiencing was a memory.
"How could I have forgotten," she said to herself, ducking down to avoid enemy fire. Jenna remembered this episode in her life very clearly now and berated herself for not recognizing the temple sooner. She had realized, at first, that the temple had seemed familiar to her but the coordinates to the planet had been different. She remembered as much because travel to the world had been restricted when she and Noran had finally managed to 'out gun' their attackers and get home before enemy reinforcements could arrive.
Unless, of course, she and the rest of SG-8 had ended up at the planet that Dr. Noran had initially speculated about when they had first sent probes out in her own reality and thought the world abandoned. That had to be it, because she knew that she'd given the original address to the General and labeled them hostile.
Closing her eyes, Jenna focused on the enemy. She concentrated on sending them away because she never knew what could effect her when she was in this state and, when the firing stopped, she opened her eyes again. Peeking around the corner of the dias, she noticed that Noran was gone, she then stood and looked over the top of the dias. She caught sight of Jonas just before receiving a blast in the abdomen. Jenna took one staggered step back and looked down in shock at the fist sized burn hole a couple of inches above her navel.
"That wasn't supposed to happen," she said to herself. She looked up just as a second blast struck her an inch over from first one spinning her to the right. Jenna stood a moment as if she were being held up by strings, then it was as if someone had cut them causing Jenna to drop limply to the ground.
Jonas could only shout in horror as he watched the woman he cared about fall. He'd known the moment that Jenna had come to her senses and realized that this was a memory. He'd known the moment, when she'd stood back up, that what happened next wasn't something that should have happened. The next thing Jonas knew he was firing on Jenna's attackers with a zat he didn't even remember thinking up. He kept firing until he reached Jenna's side and every last one of the foul creatures were gone.
"Jenna?" he said, a note of desperation in his voice. Jonas came down by her side and gently positioned her head in his lap. "Jenna, talk to me."
Jenna was barely breathing and the stench of burnt flesh threatened to overwhelm him as he watched blood trickle down the corner of her mouth. He had a moment to think it odd that he was receiving such vivid sensory input before focusing his attention on Jenna's well-being. Jonas closed his eyes and concentrated on an image of clean bandages. He picked them up when they appeared at his side, placed them over Jenna's wounds and used them to help him focus on healing her. Jonas removed the bandages and found that it hadn't worked. He tried several more times without success and finally placed the bandages back on and held them in place as 'blood' escaped through his fingers and down her sides.
"Jenna, you've got to wake up. You never told me any of this could happen," Jonas fought the anguish that threatened to overwhelm him. "I don't know what to do."
"Jonas..." Jenna said weakly as her eyes fluttered open. "This isn't...what happened...before. It's not...even the same planet."
"I know. Hush," Jonas said trying to comfort her. " I understand."
"I should have...been able...to disperse the memory," Jenna said breathlessly.
"How could this have happened?"
"The only thing...I can think of," Jenna paused to take a shuddering breath, "is that this is... a psychic rep...resentation of what's...happening in the real world."
"What?"
"Jonas," Jenna said as tears began to roll down her face from both pain and fear. "I think I'm dying."
"No," Jonas said stubbornly, "you are *not* dying."
"I don't think I have...much of a say in this," Jenna said as more tears began to flow down her checks.
"You can't die, Jenna," he continued desperately. "You still have to tell Col. Wilcox the truth about you."
"Tell him for me, Jonas. Please. Tell him how proud I was...to have gotten to know him...and how by knowing him, I got to know my own father."
"Jenna..." Jonas started, but was stopped when she placed her hand over his blood soaked ones.
"Do this for me, Jonas," she pleaded. Jonas looked into Jenna's tear filled eyes and felt the wetness upon his own cheeks. He couldn't deny her this. No matter how much he wanted to believe otherwise, he could feel her slipping away, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"It's too bad," Jenna said once she saw that Jonas would no longer fight her on this. "If the Tok'ra had a symbiote for me I could bug the hell out of Jack with two personalities instead of one."
Jonas made himself smile at her small attempt at humor and she returned the smile. "That would have been something to see."
"Wouldn't it, though," Jenna shuddered and closed her eyes in pain. Jonas held her close and when she was able to, she opened her eyes and looked intently at Jonas. "You better wake yourself up, Jonas. I'm not sure...who's mind we're in any more. I don't know what will happen to you...if you're here when I go."
"I can't just leave you like this," Jonas said as he felt his heart begin to break.
"I don't want you..to die," she said as she felt herself grow weaker. "Besides," Jenna continued and the corner of her mouth turned up slightly, "I've done this before."
"That's not funny, Jenna."
"I know. I'm sorry," Jenna began to cry freely now. "Just go now. Please. Before it's too late."
"I love you, Jenna."
"I love you to."
Jonas leaned down and kiss her gently upon the lips then a moment later felt her pushing him upward. He sat straight up in a hospital bed to find Sam sitting by his side. He looked at her and saw the tears running down her face. "No."
Now on with the show, friends!!
Ssssssssssssssssssss
Jenna kept firing at their attackers. It wasn't until Dr. Noran, zat in hand, got up to make his way behind the dias and to the other side that she realized that what she was experiencing was a memory.
"How could I have forgotten," she said to herself, ducking down to avoid enemy fire. Jenna remembered this episode in her life very clearly now and berated herself for not recognizing the temple sooner. She had realized, at first, that the temple had seemed familiar to her but the coordinates to the planet had been different. She remembered as much because travel to the world had been restricted when she and Noran had finally managed to 'out gun' their attackers and get home before enemy reinforcements could arrive.
Unless, of course, she and the rest of SG-8 had ended up at the planet that Dr. Noran had initially speculated about when they had first sent probes out in her own reality and thought the world abandoned. That had to be it, because she knew that she'd given the original address to the General and labeled them hostile.
Closing her eyes, Jenna focused on the enemy. She concentrated on sending them away because she never knew what could effect her when she was in this state and, when the firing stopped, she opened her eyes again. Peeking around the corner of the dias, she noticed that Noran was gone, she then stood and looked over the top of the dias. She caught sight of Jonas just before receiving a blast in the abdomen. Jenna took one staggered step back and looked down in shock at the fist sized burn hole a couple of inches above her navel.
"That wasn't supposed to happen," she said to herself. She looked up just as a second blast struck her an inch over from first one spinning her to the right. Jenna stood a moment as if she were being held up by strings, then it was as if someone had cut them causing Jenna to drop limply to the ground.
Jonas could only shout in horror as he watched the woman he cared about fall. He'd known the moment that Jenna had come to her senses and realized that this was a memory. He'd known the moment, when she'd stood back up, that what happened next wasn't something that should have happened. The next thing Jonas knew he was firing on Jenna's attackers with a zat he didn't even remember thinking up. He kept firing until he reached Jenna's side and every last one of the foul creatures were gone.
"Jenna?" he said, a note of desperation in his voice. Jonas came down by her side and gently positioned her head in his lap. "Jenna, talk to me."
Jenna was barely breathing and the stench of burnt flesh threatened to overwhelm him as he watched blood trickle down the corner of her mouth. He had a moment to think it odd that he was receiving such vivid sensory input before focusing his attention on Jenna's well-being. Jonas closed his eyes and concentrated on an image of clean bandages. He picked them up when they appeared at his side, placed them over Jenna's wounds and used them to help him focus on healing her. Jonas removed the bandages and found that it hadn't worked. He tried several more times without success and finally placed the bandages back on and held them in place as 'blood' escaped through his fingers and down her sides.
"Jenna, you've got to wake up. You never told me any of this could happen," Jonas fought the anguish that threatened to overwhelm him. "I don't know what to do."
"Jonas..." Jenna said weakly as her eyes fluttered open. "This isn't...what happened...before. It's not...even the same planet."
"I know. Hush," Jonas said trying to comfort her. " I understand."
"I should have...been able...to disperse the memory," Jenna said breathlessly.
"How could this have happened?"
"The only thing...I can think of," Jenna paused to take a shuddering breath, "is that this is... a psychic rep...resentation of what's...happening in the real world."
"What?"
"Jonas," Jenna said as tears began to roll down her face from both pain and fear. "I think I'm dying."
"No," Jonas said stubbornly, "you are *not* dying."
"I don't think I have...much of a say in this," Jenna said as more tears began to flow down her checks.
"You can't die, Jenna," he continued desperately. "You still have to tell Col. Wilcox the truth about you."
"Tell him for me, Jonas. Please. Tell him how proud I was...to have gotten to know him...and how by knowing him, I got to know my own father."
"Jenna..." Jonas started, but was stopped when she placed her hand over his blood soaked ones.
"Do this for me, Jonas," she pleaded. Jonas looked into Jenna's tear filled eyes and felt the wetness upon his own cheeks. He couldn't deny her this. No matter how much he wanted to believe otherwise, he could feel her slipping away, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"It's too bad," Jenna said once she saw that Jonas would no longer fight her on this. "If the Tok'ra had a symbiote for me I could bug the hell out of Jack with two personalities instead of one."
Jonas made himself smile at her small attempt at humor and she returned the smile. "That would have been something to see."
"Wouldn't it, though," Jenna shuddered and closed her eyes in pain. Jonas held her close and when she was able to, she opened her eyes and looked intently at Jonas. "You better wake yourself up, Jonas. I'm not sure...who's mind we're in any more. I don't know what will happen to you...if you're here when I go."
"I can't just leave you like this," Jonas said as he felt his heart begin to break.
"I don't want you..to die," she said as she felt herself grow weaker. "Besides," Jenna continued and the corner of her mouth turned up slightly, "I've done this before."
"That's not funny, Jenna."
"I know. I'm sorry," Jenna began to cry freely now. "Just go now. Please. Before it's too late."
"I love you, Jenna."
"I love you to."
Jonas leaned down and kiss her gently upon the lips then a moment later felt her pushing him upward. He sat straight up in a hospital bed to find Sam sitting by his side. He looked at her and saw the tears running down her face. "No."