Chapter Two
Author: roseofthegate
Disclaimer: I do not own StarGate SG-1 or any of its characters. They are the property of MGM and whoever else owns them. I do own Gwendolynna Moore, however. She is my creation and cannot be used without my express written permission. I own the plot, too. Oh, and the characters from SG-1 that I use, I'm just playing with; I'll put 'em back when I'm done!
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Jenn
Doctors O'Neill and Jackson arrived quickly and Dr. O'Neill beckoned for Gwenna to come out of the Iso Room and follow them.
Gwenna stepped out of the room and came face to face with a man with sleepy but bright blue eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. "I'm Daniel Jackson. You must be Gwendolynna Moore, Sam and Jack's nanny."
"Yes, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, but I'm usually called Gwenna."
"All right, Gwenna, Daniel, let's get this show on the road," Dr. O'Neill said and the group began walking down the corridor. They stepped into an elevator and a moment later stepped off onto a new floor. Gwenna was led into a large room with a table and ten or twelve black leather swivel chairs around it. On the far end of the room was a set of large windows. "Go on, Gwenna. Go look out those windows," Doctor O'Neill ordered gently.
The young woman carefully made her way across the room. She made it to the windows and looked down. She had to say that she was slightly disappointed. A ring of metal in a mountain? Big deal! Then the inner ring began to whirl around. Orange lights came on one by one and then…WHOOSH! A wave of blueness rushed out and then settled back into a rippling pool of the same blueness. A moment later a group of men came through and then the blueness vanished.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Dr. Jackson asked from Gwenna's elbow.
"¿Qúe es?" she breathed, and then, mortified that she had just switched to her mother's native language without a second thought, she repeated herself, "What is it?"
Doctor Jackson smiled. "It's called a StarGate. It's an alien device that allows us to travel across the galaxy using a wormhole."
"Alien? How so? Forget that! How does this thing involve me?" Gwenna asked, her shock wearing off.
"That's what I do, Gwenna." It was Dr. O'Neill this time. "I work with devices we bring back through 'Gate. I used to go through it on a regular basis. It involves you because of what you can do."
"My telekinesis? Ma'am, I don't understand," Gwenna stated.
"Why don't you sit down, Gwenna. This is going to take some explaining. It's why I've asked Daniel to join us," suggested Dr. O'Neill.
The trio sat down at the table and Daniel began to speak. "The StarGate system was built by a race of people called the Altera. We usually call them the Ancients, though. The Ancients evolved here on Earth, and eventually developed the 'gate system, space ships…the full enchilada. They set up gates all over this galaxy. But that wasn't enough for them. They ended up building a city in another galaxy, the Pegasus Galaxy. We recently discovered it and have sent an expedition there. But that's beside the point right now. The Ancients had to abandon Atlantis, their city, because of the Wraith, but that's another story. They came back to Earth after submerging the City in the ocean. They came back and blended themselves into the newer evolution, us. Many people have a certain gene, called the ATA gene, because of this…"
"So I have this gene?" Gwenna asked.
"No. You have something similar and much stronger. That's why you're telekinetic. I think that if you explore your ability a bit more, you'll discover that you are also telepathic. What we want you to do, is use your gift and let us study the effects it has on you. We would like you to do this and work with Ancient technology we have brought back to Earth. That is, if you'll consent."
"Are you saying that I'm an alien, Dr. Jackson?" Gwenna asked.
"It's Daniel…No, you're not an alien. You're completely human, except for the fact that your body chemistry is a little different."
"I'll do it," she said suddenly and decisively, and that was the end of the matter.
"Okay, Gwenna. What I want you to do is try to activate this," Doctor O'Neill instructed. It had been about a week since Gwenna had consented to work with the SGC. It had been pretty simple thus far. Doctor Brightman, the CMO, would hook Gwenna up to a couple monitors and then they would go on their merry way, performing tests and running experiments. It had been going well until it happened.
Gwenna closed her eyes and began to concentrate. A moment later she collapsed without a warning. Doctor Brightman and her teams jumped onto the woman's still form. They rushed Gwenna to the Infirmary.
"That's just it, sir. I don't know what's wrong with her. She should be perfectly healthy except for her brain patterns, which are erratic," Doctor Carlette Brightman reported later at a briefing with General O'Neill, Doctor O'Neill, and Doctor Jackson. "She's on total life-support. Unless we figure out what's wrong real fast, she's going to die." The three people at the table with her stared at her, hoping that they had heard her wrong. "I'm sorry…but that's the way it is going to be."
Unfortunately, no one could discover what was wrong with Gwenna…and after about a week on life-support, it began to fail. It was like some unseen power was saying it was time to let go. Doctor O'Neill spent a great deal of time with the young woman, praying that she would heal miraculously. During one of these times was when Gwendolynna Marguerite Moore, nanny to the O'Neill children, telekinetic, and a young woman of twenty-one years, died. She passed on with her employer and inspiration holding her hand.
Two weeks later
Just after Gracie O'Neill's spring recital
"Hello, ma'am."
Samantha O'Neill spun around. "Gwenna?" she cried out.
"Yes, ma'am. It's me. I couldn't leave you thinking that I was completely gone. Thank you for all the kind things that you said at my funeral. They meant the world to me."
"Oh, Gwenna! You ascended, didn't you?" Sam asked.
"Yes. I'll be around now and then. I just came to say good-bye to you and the general, and let you know that I'm doing wonderfully. Take care of yourself, ma'am."
And then she was gone.
A few minutes later, Sam's husband came up behind her and kissed her cheek. "You saw her, too, eh?"
"Yeah. Do you think she blames us for her…death?" Sam asked softly.
"No. I tried to apologize and she told me not to be silly; that we had given her a great gift," Jack responded. He kissed his wife again. "She'll be fine."
"I know. She took care of us…she can take care of herself."
"Come on, we have to go get Gracie and save the Spacemonkey and 'Murray,'" Jack said.
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