A/N: For everyone's information – they shadow people at the table in the last chapter were the NID. And thanks for all the reviews, as a leecher myself I should remember that just because there aren't reviews doesn't mean there aren't readers. I'm just glad that everyone is enjoying this fic.
Reincarnating Crimes
Chapter 9 – Kidnapped
Liam Stanton was arguably one of the most powerful people on the planet; has lived for several millennia and accumulated knowledge and wisdom from every human culture and several alien ones.
He also was a twelve-year old boy.
So Liam laughed with his friends as they left the school, unaware of the black van following discreetly. A few blocks from his house, Liam waved good-bye to friends and began to jog. The van sped up and braked sharply in front of the boy, blocking his path. Liam stared at the van, backing away slowly. Men streamed out of the side door and grabbed the retreating boy.
Within seconds the boy and the van disappeared.
"Hey, Daniel, how was you're visit to Syria -- meet any long lost aliens?" Jack asked cheerfully as he and Carter walked into Daniel's office. The jet-lagged archaeologist glared at the colonel and Carter smothered a grin.
"No Jack, thanks for asking. But I did find a lead on the Shiriti'ai. I visited one of the last villages the Shiriti'ai lived in ten years before they disappeared. The elders remembered an American that had joined the group, and returned to America after the Puranas' death."
"I don't see how that will help, Daniel. Even if he knew where the Sanctuary was, how could we be able to find him with a name or a description," Carter said.
"The elders said that he called himself 'John Smith'," Daniel said, eyeing his audience expectantly. Jack raised his eyebrows with a confused look on his face.
"And what are the odds that someone is really named John Smith?"
Carter's eyes widened as she caught on to what Daniel was saying.
"So you think that this American was a spy?" she asked, still somewhat dubious.
"It would make sense. At the time there was a lot of heat concerning the Shiriti'ai; many leaders thought they were terrorists or rebels trying to create dissent. Since they were preaching doctrine that could be viewed as anti-western culture it would make sense that the American government would send an operative."
"Do you really think the US government would spend money and resources to send a spy to the middle of nowhere to watch a bunch of hippies?" Jack asked sarcastically, not liking where Daniel was going with this. Jack still thought it was impossible for the archaeologist to figure out who 'John Smith' was, but he also hadn't thought Danny would get this close either.
But having even gotten this close could send the NID after Daniel…and him.
The archaeologist's phone began to ring and he answered it. A shocked looked crossed his face, and he said, "Oh my god."
"Did anyone see anything?"
"I don't know; I'll have Jack look into it."
"I'll be in touch, good-bye."
Carter and Jack looked at their friend questionably.
"I'll look into what?" Jack asked.
"That was Matthew Stanton. His son has been kidnapped."
Liam huddled in his cell, trying to keep warm. Soon after his abduction, he had been stripped of his clothes and given loose medical garments. They took everything – from his socks to his watch.
And his pendent.
Liam knew it wouldn't be long before they discovered that the pendent was made of a metal that couldn't be found on Earth. At least it was impossible for the men to activate it. But, unfortunately, that wasn't the only problem the pendent caused.
After receiving the device back from the Sruti, it had begun its secondary procedure. In spirit Liam was a Furling, and the pendent began to make him that in body as well. By beginning to alter Liam at a molecular level, Liam was no longer completely human – though the process wasn't finished it was far enough along for it to show on the blood tests the men were conducting.
Two guards entered the cell and dragged the boy to a small room where a man sat in front of a small table. Liam was shoved down into the opposing chair, and he glared at the man. His eyes narrowed, as he regarded the figure.
"I know who you are," Liam said intensely. The man gestured for the others to leave. Within moments they were alone.
"We've done some tests on your blood – and they've come back with surprising results. A human hybrid…but who created you? It wasn't us, and it certainly wasn't any other agency. Unless, of course, you did it yourself…Puranas."
Liam remained silent, watching. Even without the pendent, he wasn't defenceless – but that didn't apply to his human companions. Eventually, the Shiriti'ai would have to emerge from Sanctuary; a human wouldn't have the patience to wait, but…
"What do you want, Goa'uld?"
The man's eyes glowed briefly, and he smiled.
"What all Goa'uld want – power. In this case, I gain it by delivering you to my mistress."
Liam's eyes widened as he made the connection.
"Kali," he breathed. The Goa'uld nodded, still smiling smugly.
"Kali has come across a depository of ancient technology – much of which appears to be Furling. A few of the devices still worked – like a super-heat conductor, and a stealth shield – much like the Nox use. Kali was simply going to adapt these technologies to Goa'uld ships but after meeting you, she has a much bigger prize in mind."
"She wants to control all of the Furling technology," Liam said in horror, following the Goa'uld's train of thought. "With that kind of advantage, she could become the leader of the System Lords."
The Goa'uld burst out laughing.
"You think too small, Furling. With that kind of technology, the Asguard and Nox will fall before the Goa'uld, and Lady Kali will rule this universe."
Liam was taken back to his cell. The boy remained quiet; knowing that the guards would never believe their superior was a Goa'uld. Without the device, Liam was unable to contact his brethren amongst the stars – but his family on Earth was another story.
Liam closed his eyes and went into a deep trance. A few hours later the NID scientists would try to break him out of it, but to no avail. No amount of physical pain could break the trance.
Across the world in a small temple, a glowing globe circled with two bright dots. One dot began to glow red, with such brightness the entire temple was coloured. It was a call for help – a warning – an act of desperation.
It was a call to war.
TBC
A/N: Sorry if there's mistakes – I have to go to work and I won't be back until midnight so I thought I'd post it now – mistakes and all.