Part Five
The faces of SG-1 reflected the shock they felt. The man standing before them resembled Jonas Quinn immensely, save for the streaks of white that ran through his short hair and a long scar that ran from his right temple down to his cheekbone. And the bright green eyes that had formerly conveyed an overwhelming of eagerness and kindness reflected only the sense of ancient wisdom.
The former member of SG-1 smiled much like the girl beside him. "I hoped that you would find me someday. Actually, I saw it."
Teal'c had recovered from his initial shock. "You saw us coming here, Jonas Quinn?"
The green eyes focused onto the former first prime. "Not in the visual sense. I foresaw that you would come here."
"You foresaw? You mean, you predicted that we would come here?" asked Daniel, moving closer to the Kelownan and the young girl.
"Yes."
"No, Jonas, that's impossible. You can't predict the future." Major Carter shook her head, disagreeing. "Quantum mechanics dictates that you can't know the location of every particle in the universe and know-"
"-where it's going. Yes, I know, Sam. I can't explain how it works, I only know that on occasion, I can see the future."
There was a moment of silence as most of those present considered this. However, the silence was broken as Colonel O'Neill asked a question of his own. "So, Jonas. You're the Father guy that Alexandria was talking about? What's up with that?"
The young man grinned, and Daniel and Sam finally knew where that feeling of familiarity had emerged from. It was within that smile, the tell-tale Jonas Quinn grin. Sam remarked that while the expression was uniquely Jonas, there was something superficial about it, something that told her the feeling behind it only went skin-deep. She couldn't imagine how a year behind enemy lines had changed him.
"Come with me. We can sit down and talk for a while, if you like."
He turned around and started to walk back down the hall he had come, and with an inadvertent wince, Sam noticed that he walked with a considerable limp in his left leg. Alexandria grabbed his hand, and he looked down at her with something that she could only describe as love. Maybe the young girl actually was his daughter; however, the time he had been here made that impossible.
At the end of the corridor the passageway opened up to become a large, circular room with two tall windows. The ceiling was about three stories up, and the room contained several chairs, a table and a great many books. There were many hand-drawn paintings hung on the walls, as well as a few sculptures.
"Have a seat, please." Jonas said, gesturing to the five chairs in front of them. Alexandria strode over to a nearby easel and began to paint, humming to herself as she did.
"Jonas..." Jack started to speak, but stopped as he seemed to be unsure as what to say.
"You want to ask about Alexandria, right?"
The four members of SG-1 nodded their assent.
"Well, it's a little complicated. After... after I stayed behind, Nirrti put me back into her machine for I don't know how long. When I woke up, something was different about me. She came and expressed her… gratitude in helping her make her perfect hok'taur."
Jonas removed the Go'auld's arm from where it laid on his thigh. "You're wrong, Nirrti, I won't ever help you. No matter what you do to me, I will never join with you. I would sooner destroy you than ever betray my friends." He stood and looked down to the bed where she had sat down next to him.
She laid down and studied him a moment. "Jonas. Jonas Quinn. You are a strange being. Still clinging to the desperate hope that somehow your friends will save you. There is no way, my dear. You are mine."
He turned his back to her. "No. I'll never be yours."
Behind him, the scantily clad woman laughed harshly, pulling herself up from the bed. "Silly boy. Poor, silly Jonas. Can't you see?" she said, moving in front of him, and taking his hand. "You are mine, and I yours." With that, she placed his hand onto her abdomen.
Horror crept onto his face as realization dawned in his eyes.. "No..." he whispered. "No, it's not..."
"Possible?" she finished for him, sneering. "Oh, I am capable of so much more that you know, silly boy. I told you that you would help me create my perfect host. Just not in the way that you expected."
Jonas felt his feet give way, and he collapsed back onto the bed. "I couldn't, I wouldn't. No, you're lying." he stated, looking up at her. Something was dancing on the edge of his mind, memories of moaning and movement and-. He closed his eyes and willed the images away.
She moved in close and brought her eyes into contact with hers. "You could only hope that I am lying. This child," she started, and Jonas couldn't bear to keep his sight on her, "-our child, will be the most powerful being created. She will be able to know everything, see everything, be everything. And once she is of age, she will be my host. The other system lords will fall to me. And finally I will have the power that I deserve." With that, she pulled herself up andaway, and headed out of the room.
Jonas Quinn placed his face down into his hands and contemplated what he had done. His sacrifice, his act of redemption, had unwittingly brought about something more horrible than he could have ever imagined.