A/N: Sorry about the wait, it took a while for my sister to beta this, and to write this. Please forgive me, here's the next chapter for you!
The family in the nursery was still in a battle of looks between Kristie and Todd when there was a white beam half of them immediately recognized as Asgard transportation technology. Moments later Ba'al appeared, looking around in confusion.
Melanie and Agatha looked at him in shock, as if they were about to scream, but Jeff's response to Ba'al's sudden presence silenced them before they even started wailing. "Ba'al? What the hell are you doing here?"
Kristie glared at Jeff, "No cursing in front of the children. It'll teach them bad habits."
Jeff's smile was placating at best toward his wheelchair bound wife, "Like ditching the infirmary won't?"
Dr. Brightman felt it necessary to comment at that, "At least she's better than either General. She accepted my proposition to accompany her."
Ba'al folded his arms in an exasperated manner that fit his persona of 'god' perfectly, "Is this little family dispute finished with?"
Kristie rolled her eyes as Jeff glared at the Goa'uld again, "Hardly. What the…are you doing here, Ba'al?" Jeff actually made an attempt to catch himself before the word came out, knowing full well the pain that Kristie as a telepath could inflict on him.
Ba'al smiled smugly, "I was actually looking for a room known as the 'briefing room'. Could you direct me?"
Kristie looked at him incredulously, "A god asking a mere mortal for help? Inconceivable!"
"Improbable, perhaps, but not inconceivable, my dear. And you are anything but a 'mere mortal', Kristina O'Connor."
The young mother cocked her head to one side, feeling the grip of her daughter tighten around her neck, "You know my name? Hmm."
"My dear," Ba'al said snidely, "Every powerful being in the galaxy knows the name of Jack O'Neill's niece and Thor's student. One is not well informed about the Tauri if they do not know the powers she possesses…as well as those possessed by her…offspring."
Elijah looked at the man in the middle of the room, stormed up to him and stomped down hard on Ba'al's foot with one of Elijah's little ones. "Don't talk to my Mommy like that! You big meany!" the unvocal lad shouted, enraged to a point where only words…and feet were appropriate to express how he felt.
To say that the foot hurt would have been an understatement, but Ba'al refused to let the laughing faces of the Tauri in front of him know that. "Where is the briefing room?" he asked in a strained voice.
Kristie mentally sent him a location. "Make sure that you don't end up in the locker room, Ba'al," she said only half jokingly. Her efforts were rewarded when the indignant Goa'uld hastily left the nursery in a bright flash of white light.
As soon as he was gone, Kristie, Jeff, Justin, Camilla and Dr. Brightman all burst out in laughter. That was just too funny for words!
Todd, Melanie, Agatha and Marcus all looked at the other people in shock and confusion. How could they laugh at something like that? That man had scared the children – and them! It wasn't funny.
"Colonel Mitchell, what are you saying to me?" Jack asked, feeling the beginnings of a headache as he listened to the request of SG-1's new leader.
"Sir, what I'm saying is that Vala Mal Doran was the host to the Goa'uld Qu'tesh, but now she's living quite peacefully among the Argosians. I don't know why she would even still be in contact with Ba'al."
"She is my queen," they heard the over dramatic evilness himself say from behind both of them, where a few seconds ago there had been a bright flash of white light. "Whether the symbiote is present in the body or not, Qu'tesh is my mate. She always returns to me."
"What?" Jack asked, now just down right irritated by the whole matter. His niece had just given birth! Hell, his wife had just given birth! He wanted to be with them, not down here, playing devil's advocate for an over dressed, pompous, arrogant…well, you get the picture.
"Qu'tesh returned to me a few weeks ago," Ba'al continued. "With much knowledge of the Ori and their planned invasion."
"Why should we believe you?" Mitchell asked, his voice hard. Jack briefly wondered if all was platonic in the man's relationship with the space pirate.
Ba'al smirked in his usual condescending manner before he pushed a button on one of his numerous armbands. A few moments later, another flash of white light lit the room and Vala stood beside the Goa'uld.
"Hello, gentlemen."
"Who was that?" Todd finally asked, hesitantly after the laughter subsided.
"That," Jeff said with a smirk, "Was the almighty, all powerful, all evil cliché-ness himself: Ba'al."
"The ancient Canaanite god, Ba'al?" Mel asked in confusion. "I thought he was a myth."
Dr. Brightman passed Raesha to her father before sending a reassuring smile to the other family. "The first thing you learn here is that most of mythology on Earth has some connection with reality in the rest of the galaxy. Remember Merlin?"
"Arthur and the knights of the Round Table, Merlin?" This was getting more confusing by the second for Todd, Melanie, Agatha and Marcus. What did Merlin have to do with Canaanite mythology? It was like someone saying that Britney Spears was a by-product of the French Revolution.
"Well, he's real," Kristie said, urging Cosette to get off her lap and stand up. "And it was actually with his help that we found the Holy Grail."
"Not that it helped us much," Jeff mumbled in irritation. They had been told that the Grail would be a powerful weapon that would allow them to stop the Ori. Boy, was that hologram misleading!
"Wait a second," Marcus finally said, breaking his silence of the past few hours, "You're telling us that all this stuff we learned as kids is real?"
Kristie looked at her four children before looking back at their grandfather, "Pretty much, Marcus. That about sums it up. I thought we went over this four years ago when the Stargate was revealed to the world?"
"Apparently not," the man replied in shock.
"So, what does this all have to do with you and the kids?" Todd asked, curious where his children came into the mix.
Suddenly Kristie had ten sets of eyes trained on her as she mentally answered the question to her children in terms and images they would understand best. When they understood what they were, she answered the others, "Do you remember the legends about nymphs and faeries?" At their affirmative, she continued slowly, choosing her words carefully to explain what her children and she were, "That's the closest comparison I can make to what we are."
"Living, breathing X-Men, huh?" Todd said, ironically.
Kristie glared at him, sending a bolt of pain into his mind, "Well, you don't have to be rude about it."
A/N: You should all go and watch X-Men: The Last Stand if you haven't seen it already. I, myself, am planing on kidnapping my sister (the one helping me with this) to go see it tomorrow, so don't give out spoilers in reviews, please!
Oh, anything you guys would like to see in this? I've got a general idea what's going to happen, but there are a few blank spots. So, any requests, please say so!
