Jack's grin faded, and he sat up straight, regarding his friend. He then folded his
arms, sat back and cocked his head.
"You wanna start from the beginning, Daniel?"
"Ok. That building where the Quantum Mirror and the Stargate were, seemed to be a
museum, an archive of navigational information, technology, legends and myths.
This museum also has information on the Ancients and some of what they did and
how they lived."
"Yeah. They built cool stuff and went sight seeing. What we all do. So?"
"I've come across information that alludes to different kinds of Stargates. And hints
about the use of the ninth chevron," Daniel said. He became more animated, more
intense as he went on.
"Interesting," Jack said, in a way that said, "Great, Daniel. Get to the point, please."
"Did you know that not all the Ancients were...enlightened?", Daniel said, leaning forward.
"Some black sheep. Everybody's got a few," Jack said, regarding Daniel thoughtfully.
"Black sheep doesn't even come close, Jack. The passage I've translated talks about
a cult of renegade chaos worshippers, who believed the universe was fatally flawed.
They believed that the Ancients were perverting the plan of the Divine, building a
network system to the universe. They believed the universe had to be broken back
down to it's constituent components and reshaped!"
"Ambitious, they were," Jack said, just a touch sarcastically.
"Supposedly, they were being guided by an entity that sought to assist them," Daniel
said. "Supposedly, it was giving them knowledge on how to build an entirely new
kind of Gate."
"Well, they didn't. Everything is still here," Jack said, gesturing around the room.
"You found some spooky stuff in some musty pages. Yeah, so what? King writes stuff
scarier than that."
"I saw something in a vision..," Daniel said. "And I know in my gut, it was real."
"It was real, Daniel Jackson," came a familiar deep voice. "I have seen it, too."
Teal'c was entering the room, coming toward them in that the unearthly way he had,
someone as large as he was, moving that quietly and gracefully.
His face was grave, even more so than usual. He sat down at the table with Jack and
Daniel, and regarded them quietly. He inclined his head to Daniel and said, "Please
tell your tale, Daniel Jackson, and then I will tell you mine."
"Alright. Tell your tales, guys," Jack said. "They'd better be good, as I don't have one
of my own. Unless you want to hear the one about my ex."