What Dreams May Hold

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To borrow a phrase: Stargate SG-1 no mine......no money, no sue, please?

"Protector!" Moog exclaimed, standing and bowing as Jackie entered the room. He appeared to be quite startled, even a little flustered.
"I did not expect to see you so soon!" he admitted, retaking his seat as Jack, Jackie and Daniel all took theirs.
"Well, I figured, you came here to see me so I might as well not keep you waiting" Jackie replied.
"Your esteemed elder brother, General O'Neill told me that your younglings are ill" Moog told her.
"Oh, they're much better" Daniel said.
"I see" Moog nodded politely, but he looked as if all of his plans had been ruined. He was unused to having Jackie in the room wile he vied for her return to Pestora with him.
"So, Moog" Jack always accentuated the ambassador's name. He thought it was hilarious. "What's up?" Moog turned his attention to the General, though his eyes darted back to Jackie again.
"I have come to request the return of the Protector to Pestora" Moog answered.
"I'm not going, Moog" Jackie said. Moog turned in his chair. This was not the first time that he had heard her say she would not go. She had told him many times under the command of General Hammond. When Jack took over he decided to spare her most of the insufferable little man's visit. Moog still managed to look surprised every time she said it though.
"But, Protector..."
"Moog! I'm tired of you coming back here every single year, begging me to come back to Pestora with all of your excuses and reasons. I don't care! I don't care if the damn Ferlings told you I was coming! I'm not! I like it here! My family is here! I'm. Not. Going. To. Pestora! Get it?" Jackie snapped, half rising from her seat. Moog kind of scrunched back in his seat. Neither Jack nor Daniel tried to rephrase her outburst to make it sound more civilized. After years of it, they too were tired of Moog's groveling and begging.
Jackie slowly lowered back into her seat and collected herself. Moog's jaw worked silently for a moment and then he snapped his mouth shut and swallowed. He rose nobly from his chair and bowed.
"Well, then. I shall collect my things and return to Pestora" he told them. They all stood and Moog held his hand out to Jackie.
"Protector, may your days be long" he said in a traditional Pestorian farewell. Jackie didn't even bother smiling.
"Moog, always a pleasure to have you" Jack nodded at the slight man as he started to follow to guards out of the room. He looked insulted but nodded tersely.
"Yes!" Jack cheered quietly as soon as he was gone, "Thank you little sister!" He gave her a big hug.
"Hopefully we'll never see him again" Daniel said.

Jackie was sitting in the office she shared with Daniel. She had the Ma'chello device sitting on her right and her notes scattered across the rest of her desk. A couple of Daniel's books were lying open in front of her and there were two broken pencils in the trashcan. Jackie was chewing lightly on her bottom lip as she studied her work. Her stomach rumbled and startled her from her train of thought. She grimaced and tried to refocus herself but to no avail. Her stomach lurched again and this time she felt like she might need to dive for the trashcan. She didn't but had to suck in a deep breath to try and settle herself. It didn't help. Now there were sharp pains in her abdomen, and not just in her stomach. She felt as though they were moving up. Something was wrong. She got up and found it was difficult to walk. She was suddenly extremely dizzy and could barely make out where she was going. She used one hand to feel the wall as she started down the hallway toward the infirmary. The pains and dizziness continued to worsen and she developed a headache as well.
A few feet away from the office she found it hard to breathe. The sharp pains had reached her lung area. She couldn't draw air in, and she knew her brain was being deprived of oxygen. She fell to her knees, grasping desperately to consciousness, trying to rouse the energy and air needed to shout for help. Her vision became cloudy as she fell to all fours.
A pair of black shoes and purple pants were the last things she saw.

"Hey, have you guys seen Jackie?" Daniel asked as he walked into the cafeteria. Sam, Jack and Teal'c were eating lunch. Daniel had actually been on his way to join them when he'd started looking for his wife.
Jack took a big bite of mashed potatoes and shook his head. Sam had a wide eyed, ignorant look on her face.
"Is she not in your office?" Teal'c asked.
"No, I already checked" Daniel answered slowly, "And I can't find her anywhere else either. She didn't leave any messages and I called upstairs and they said she hadn't checked out" Jack's brow pursed.
"That's weird" Sam commented, "I know she wasn't feeling well after Moog left"
"I know. She never does, but I checked the infirmary and they said they hadn't seen her either" Daniel reported.
"Well, I can go check the bathrooms" Sam offered, but before Daniel could answer alarms started blaring.
"Emergency medical team to storage room five!" a voice blared. Jack dropped his fork and the four friends hurried to storage room five, which happened to be located near Daniel and Jackie's office.
A blubbering young airwoman was standing just outside of the door as the medical team swarmed around. "I'm sorry sir!" she told Jack through her tears, "I was just going to get some extra paper!" Jack and Daniel pushed their ways through them and stopped short at the door.
"Oh my god" Daniel gasped.
Jackie was laying on the floor, her hair covering her face and her arms at an odd angle. Daniel fell to his knees beside her, brushing the hair out of her face and pulling her hands up to his chest. Jack entered the room but couldn't get to her due to the medical personnel. He stared silently, with a dark expression, at his sister.
"She's cold" Daniel noted through the haze that had formed in his mind. Sam and Teal'c were at the door and he could hear Sam gasp for a breath. One of the medics was checking for a pulse in her throat, but after just a few seconds he pulled his fingers away slowly.
"I'm sorry, sir" he told Daniel, and then looked up at Jack, "If we'd gotten to her sooner, maybe..." He let his sentence die away as he took in the expressions of his superiors. He backed out of the storage room, the rest of his team following. Jack slowly knelt beside his sister, anger in his eyes. He didn't dare try to touch her. He'd suffered through her dieing once, he didn't know if he could do it again.
"The necklace is gone" he alerted them quietly. The necklace that had fused itself around his sister's neck was indeed missing.
"Who..." Daniel had to swallow back a gush of tears. He sucked a breath in and let his head drop.
"God, why?" he choked. Nobody could answer that question, they all just stared down at the dead body of a woman they had all grown to love. Sam was thinking of the kids and how she was going to tell them, Teal'c was thinking about the loss of yet another loyal and brave warrior of the Tau'ri. Jack and Daniel weren't thinking at all.
And then more alarms were going off.
"Unauthorized gate activation!" Sgt. Davis called over the P.A. The command crew of the SGC all ran for the gate room. Whoever had murdered Jackie was likely now trying to escape through the stargate.
They all skidded into the gate room just as the blast doors came crashing down. There were other guards, all with their weapons trained on the single man standing on the ramp.
"Moog!" Jack cried in outrage. Moog lifted a gun, one he had obviously stolen from somewhere or someone on base.
"I am sorry, General O'Neill" Moog said, though it didn't sound as if he were very sincere.
"Why?" Daniel demanded.
"You would not give us the Protector!" Moog shouted back, "The Pestorians were destined to have the Weapon of the Gods! It is our right!"
"And so you killed my wife!" Daniel couldn't help but shout.
"It was the only way to retrieve the Weapon" Moog told him, all semblance of remorse fleeing his countenance.
"How?" Sam asked.
"A wound would not do the job" Moog explained, sounding proud in his ingenuity, "The Weapon would only heal the wound. Poison was the only way to destroy the Protector. A mild poison that no one would notice, until it had done its job"
"That's why you kept coming back" Daniel said, a sudden epiphany enlightening him, "You had to keep dosing her"
"I still don't know how you did it" Sam said, "We would've found any poison you were carrying"
"The handshake" Daniel told her.
"Very good, Dr. Jackson" Moog snarled, "Unfortunately not soon enough to save your wife, alas. Yes, a mild contact poison to which I happen to be immune. It is why I was chosen"
"You little rat!" Jack cried and lunged toward the ramp. Moog fired. A bullet ripped through Jack's left shoulder and he staggered backwards and fell to the ground. Moog started running, but everything was going in slow motion for Daniel. The guards were shooting, but though Moog was being hit he continued to run. Daniel was aware of each second passing as Moog finally leapt and disappeared through the stargate.