Stargate SG-1: Celestial Legend

By ANBU Kakashi

Warning(s): J/D slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1.

Summery: SG-1 has gone to planet P2L-XR5, and is on their way to a village reputed to be the home of a tenn'yo, or, heavenly maiden. On the way over the wormhole is strange - warm and soft, nothing like the usual icy cold. Jack however is having forebodings...

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How much longer is this gonna take?

The Colonel's mental complaint was justified. They had been walking towards the village for a solid four hours!

It wasn't that Jack was bored. If he was bored, then the rest of the team would know, seeing as how that when Jack was bored, he shared. Loudly.

But Jack wasn't bored, he was just Extremely Pre-occupied. He had plenty of things buzzing around in his head. Some of that buzzing had to do with the fact that there were flies all around his teammates, attracted by their sweat. Or -- things like flies.

But there weren't any fly-thingies around Jack. In fact, they actually veered away from him. This caused the team to gravitate nearer and nearer towards Jack, trying to fit inside the inexplicable shield. Several times he had to order them to stop invading his personal space.

Of course, it might have had something to do with the fact that every time Daniel's elbow brushed his, he got a jolt. Not a bad jolt, mind you. Just...odd.

Damn.

Why me?

Jack was uncomfortably aware of just how lovely Daniel was. He wasn't nearly as much of an idiot as he acted. He knew that he had an extremely non-regulation attraction for the man.

But it wasn't saying much, really. Practically all the females and half the males on base lusted after Daniel.

Jack was confident that what he was feeling wasn't lust. It wasn't. But he didn't know if it was love either. Keeping a very careful distance was the only way he knew how to keep from hurting Daniel.

But that wasn't the point.

How did I get started on that anyway?

What had the original thought been?

Oh.

Yeah.

The flies' aversion to him.

Jack shook himself. It was too deep for him. Should he talk to Daniel about it?

...No.

And not Carter. She'd start muttering about his DNA and the damn Ancient's Gene, he was sure of it.

He glanced at Teal'c. Without meaning to he laughed.

The Jaffa assumed an injured expression and moved forward muttering to himself.

Daniel and Carter glared at him.

Jack winced.

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Visitors? At this hour?

Feeling amused, High Priestess Yuuko put down her quill and stretched.

Tau'ri by the feel of it. It had been a long time since the tenn'yo had come into contact with those people.

"Yuuko-san..."

She turned to see one of her acolytes. "Yes, Elvar?" she asked gently.

"Th-there are visitors Yuuko-san. Th-they want to talk to you," Elvar stuttered.

She smiled at him. "Thank you Elvar."

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"Hello," Jack murmured as Yuuko made her way to them.

His reaction was understandable.

Yuuko was beautiful - stunningly so. Jack could see how the villagers could think she was a heavenly maiden; her long black hair swept down her back in a straight line. Jade green eyes glittered out of an alabaster face, and a simple kimono adorned her slim frame.

But when he saw her, he felt a chill.

"Greetings," she said as she drew close. Her jade eyes flicked over each of them. She arched an eyebrow at Teal'c's presence, but said nothing.

"Hi," Daniel said. "Uh - I'm Daniel Jackson -"

"I know."

Daniel blinked. He wasn't accustomed to being interrupted in the middle of greetings. "W-what?"

"You are Doctor Daniel Jackson. He is Colonel Jack O'Neill," she nodded him. "He is Teal'c, former First Prime of Apophis, and the woman is Major Samantha Carter."

"You've heard of us," Jack noted dryly.

"That's one way of putting it."

"Ah..." Daniel hesitated. "How?"

Yuuko's lips twitched. "I don't think you're equipped to handle that Doctor," she said gently. "You aren't nearly as broadminded as you think you are."

Daniel choked at that.

Jack struggled not to laugh. He had a feeling that the last comment had been a teasing gesture - and one that he wouldn't have expected from a stranger.

"So, Yuuko," he said, adjusting his cap. "Care to sit down? Talk? Eat? Shower compliments on me?"

The Priestess let out a noise that he would have called a snicker in some less dignified. "This way, Colonel."

She walked away, and the hem of her kimono flicked out slightly, exposing bare feet. They were pretty feet, as Jack would recall.

He began to step along behind her, but then realized his team wasn't following. Annoyed, he told them to move.

"Jack," Daniel said. "How did you know her name?"

"Yuuko?"

"Yeah..."

"She told me."

"...Jack...Jack, she didn't say anything about her name."

Jack looked at his best friend in confusion. "What?"

"She said nothing of her name, O'Neill," Teal'c said, his expression graver than usual. "And she said nothing of the Temple."

"Whaddaya mean?" Jack asked crossly. "She's the High Priestess here-"

"Colonel, she never said anything about any of that," Sam said.

Jack felt a stronger, more fearful chill. "What?"

"She only greeted us Jack," Daniel said quietly. "She greeted us, and told us our names - and positions. You just did the same thing. It's like the two of you pulled all of it out of thin air."

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Yuuko was troubled. O'Neill should not have been able to do what he had done. The only way was if he had celestial blood - and she always sensed those of a tenn'yo bloodline. Always.

He was not the product of a tenn'yo.

Yet how had he known her name?

She could sense the worry and chagrin of SG-1 as they hurried after her. Part of it was directed at her.

She cursed silently. What had she been thinking, showing off like that? It had been a stupid thing to do, a childish impulse she should have known better than to succumb to.

But what about O'Neill?

She reached the entrance of the stone temple and looked back. SG-1 hustled after her.

Amongst the emotions tumbling about the team, she sensed fear. Fear for their leader, fear about what could happen.

They have experienced much, she thought sadly. Things they should not have had to confront - if I had been more vigilant...

But there wasn't use in brooding about it, was there?

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As he stared at it, a plan entered his mind, and he thought, 'Ho, ho! Let's see if I can play a trick!'

He looked about to see if anybody could see him. No one else was there; just the maiden and he.

Quickly, he stole through the undergrowth. Reaching the tree the robe hung on, he took a deep breath - and with a leap, reached up and grabbed the feathered robes from the tree branch.

Quick check: she hadn't noticed anything. But her voice reached a throbbing soprano, and he felt a brief twinge of guilt.

He pushed it away. It wasn't as if he'd never give it back...