Author Notes: Hi! Thanks for your wonderful feedback! Just a reminder, it's AU, so in the episode Homecoming, Jonas was never asked to return to Langara, but a peace was established anyway. He's more respected by the Terranians and Andari than the Kelownans. This chapter takes place at the same time as chapter 18. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 19: Jonas

Jonas knocked tentatively on the door of General Hammond's office, "Enter."

"General."

"Ah, Mr Quinn. I wish I hadn't been forced to recall you, but it was demanded."

"Uh, demanded, sir?"

"By me, I'm afraid, Jonas."

Jonas almost jumped out of his skin as a woman appeared from the direction of the briefing room. He cleared his throat, "First Minister Dreylock. It's good to see you again."

The woman smiled, "You look ill, Jonas. I hope this 'Egypt' did not give you any nasty diseases." The tone was light.

"No, it's just been a long journey, thank you ma'am."

"Well, I can wait a little while longer, I'm sure." Dreylock smiled again, and returned to her seat in the next room.

"Uh, General?"

"Dismissed." General Hammond frowned as he watched the young man practically run out of his office. His reactions had not been normal, but then, he reasoned, SG-1 hadn't exactly been having a normal time of it lately.

Jonas made his way straight to the office he shared with Daniel. Once the door was shut, he slid down the wall, and buried his face in his hands. Memories flitted before his close lids and he could feel himself literally shaking. More than ever, he wished his friends were with him, but he knew they had to help Daniel.

It had been stupid of him to imagine that he would never see another Kelownan again. Jonas clenched his fists to stop his hands from shaking, and tried to compose himself. There was no reason to be scared; he was safe on Earth.

Purposefully controlling his breathing, Jonas rose to his feet and went to get cleaned up.

General Hammond was talking with the First Minister in the briefing room when Jonas entered. Dreylock gave a cat-like smile, "Ah, finally! General, I wonder if it would be possible to speak with Jonas privately?" She turned to Jonas, "I hear from the General that you have been through quite an ordeal – I would love to hear about it."

General Hammond frowned. He was loath to leave Jonas with this woman. The boy's mannerisms towards Dreylock were not friendly or open. In fact, the stance that Jonas adopted reminded him of Dr Jackson when he was withdrawn; head bowed slightly and his arms wrapped around himself defensively. However, he couldn't deny an ally, "Please feel free to use my office."

Jonas slowly followed Dreylock into the office, dreading the conversation to come. As soon as the doors closed and they were alone in the confined space, her face hardened. She dropped a file onto the desk in front of her, "Read it."

Tentatively, Jonas picked up the thin file and opened it. As he scanned the document, his face grew pale and his throat constricted, "You can't. The Andari, and the Terranians – they…they wouldn't allow it!"

"Oh Jonas, you are naïve. Our planet has been under the rule of the Kelownan government since the deployment of the naquadria bomb."

Jonas couldn't get his words out, "Wh-what?"

"Did you honestly think that the Joint Ruling Council would last? Kelowna is clearly the most powerful nation. We have naquadria and the Stargate, and we have direct contact with Earth."

"But all those peace treaties…"

"You didn't take them seriously did you? After all, you must have heard that we had renamed the planet Langara," She spat out the word with contempt, "These fools you stay with would never guess. The day we name our planet any word from that foul tongue is the day that your heathen gods return."

Jonas flinched at the reference to the gods of his people, but refused to break eye contact, "This legislation will not pass through."

Dreylock smirked, "It already has. Why do you think I'm here? You are returning with me."

Jonas took a reflex step back, "No I'm not!"

The First Minister gave him a pitying look, "I am your guardian, Jonas, you cannot refuse me."

"I'm an adult! You don't have power over me!"

Dreylock took a step towards him, "If you were of worth, or had any rights at all, then maybe I would leave you here, but you are a Langaran, and as such will obey me!"

"No."

Dreylock made as if to hit him, but thought better of it. "You are not the only one in my care boy."

Jonas' attention sharpened, "What do you mean?"

"Three days ago, an illegal band of travellers were apprehended going to the Northern Reaches. It saddens me to say that Pasha was in this group. She is to be executed tomorrow, but if you were to return with me, I will make it so that she does not receive the capital punishment."

Jonas felt sick. Pasha was the only person that he knew back home who didn't look upon him in contempt. She, like him, was Langaran, and was only fourteen years of age. Neither of them had any family left. The only reason he had stayed on Earth and not tried to get her was because before he stole the naquadria, he had managed to find some Langarans. They had been happy to take her then, but now they had gone North, and consequently put her life in danger. "I don't believe you."

"Look in the second page of the file."

Jonas turned and almost threw up. The page contained pictures of the people he had left Pasha with. All five corpses were bloodied, and had the telltale signs of hanging by the neck. Smirking, Dreylock produced two dull coloured manacles. "It is compulsory that all Langarans wear these under the Registration Act. If you step out of line, then you will receive a shock." She laid them on the desk, "You will put them on."

Jonas felt sick to the stomach. Aquiell's gift to him had only amplified his hatred for this woman, "I will never go with a murderer like you."

"Harsh words Jonas."

"You're responsible for the Burning of the Camps!"

It was Dreylock's turn to go pale, "How would you know that?"

"Like you said, I've been through quite an ordeal, and had a few revelations along the way."

"I will not let you turn the people of Earth against us. If you do not return with me today, I will send a naquadria bomb to the North."

"No!"

"Then put on the manacles. Hide them under your jacket and inform General Hammond of your resignation. One slight indication that something is wrong, and I will execute Pasha and destroy the North. Vermin like you need to be kept in line, Jonas, and that is precisely what the Langaran Registration Act will do. You are hardly worthy enough to be our slaves."

Jonas gave in. It was inevitable. The Kelownans had always despised the Langarans, and now they had power over the other two nations, his people would never be equals. Jonas picked up the two manacles, and slipped them on his wrists, where they tightened and pricked his skin; they would now be impossible to remove.

General Hammond was furious. He didn't know what had gone on in his office, but suddenly, he had lost a member of SG-1. He wished he could contact Colonel O'Neill, but the rest of SG-1 were out of contact for another two weeks in the heart of the desert with the Tau'ri.

Jonas had already collected his things and was waiting silently next to Dreylock in the Gateroom. "I hope to see you again soon General." The Stargate exploded into life, and she walked up the ramp, waiting at the top for Jonas, "Will you tell the others I'm sorry, sir? I wish I could have waited, but I have to return now."

Hammond could tell Jonas was jumpy, and was being careful with what he said. He noticed the young man's eyes flick over to Dreylock for the umpteenth time. George Hammond lowered his voice so only Jonas could hear, "Something tells me that when they come back, it will take more than a Goa'uld invasion to stop them from coming after you."

Jonas smiled weakly, "Thank you sir."

He nervously pulled his sleeves down to cover his hands, and followed Dreylock up the ramp. With one look back, he walked into the blue.

To Be Continued…

Author Notes: So, what do you think? SG-1 will return next chapter, don't worry. Please let me know your thoughts:)