Stargate Command - USA

The intruder was awake when Daniel and Sam entered the cell. He'd managed to unlock one the cuffs that were chaining him to the desk. They both heard the distinct click when they entered the room as he relocked the cuff. They both glanced at each other before sitting opposite to the young man. He'd been redressed in a blue prison jumpsuit. The white hair was shocking for someone so young. It was actually white, not blond. His skin very pale like porcelain. Yet he was not an albino since he had chocolate brown eyes instead of the red or pale blue that true albino's possessed.

"Can you tell us your name?" Sam asked him in a stern tone.

He replied in a language Sam didn't understand.

"He said that he doesn't speak English," Daniel told her. "He's speaking Japanese."

The boy's face gave away the fact he could understand English. Whoever he was, he did not appear to be trained in masking his emotions.

"Can you tell us your name?" Daniel asked in Japanese. He wasn't as fluent in Japanese as some of the other dialects he knew.

"I won't." The boy replied.

"What organisation do you belong to?" Daniel continued.

"I don't belong to any organisation. And before you ask, no-one sent me. I came of my own free will." The boy was nervous as he spoke.

"Daniel," Sam asked.

"He won't give his name. He said that he doesn't belong to any organisation and that he came by his own free will."

"Ask he's what he is after," Sam asked Daniel.

"That was the next on my list," Daniel responded.

"I lied about not being able to speak English. I was hoping it would take longer for you to get someone who could speak Japanese." The young man replied with a sheepish smile. The young man had a British English accent. "I went there for the Millennium Items, nothing else. They are dangerous and you should have never removed them from their resting place in Egypt. You don't know what you're dealing with."

Daniel and Sam shared a glance. Neither surprised that he could speak English. Daniel, however, was surprised that the young man could speak both languages fluently.

"What are we dealing with?" Sam asked.

"Ancient artefacts that will kill whoever is unworthy whom attempts to wield the items. You must not touch them if you wish to live." The prisoner warned.

"Who judges who is worthy to wield the items?" Daniel enquired.

"The Egyptian gods. You may not believe me, they are very real." The young man replied.

"Which gods?" Daniel enquired, wondering if this young man followed the goa'uld.

"Ra-Horakhty is the main one." Was the short reply from the young man.

"What can you tell me about Ra-Horakthy?" Daniel enquired.

"Not much." The boy shrugged.

They asked a few more questions, but the main answer was, the items are dangerous and don't mess with them.

"How did you turn invisible to the camera's?" Sam asked when the questions about why the young man was at Area-51 and what he knew about the items stopped progressing.

He looked genuinely confused. "I can't turn invisible."

She had the security footage shown. Looking for any signs that he was lying. He seemed intrigued by the fact he was invisible to the video cameras.

"I didn't know I could do that. If I did know, I'd do it now." He told her honestly.

SG-1

After several more long questions without any answers, they had his escorted to the medical bay.

"What are you going to do to me?" He asked with fear.

"Just a general check-up. Take a blood sample, MRI, that type of thing." Daniel replied.

He smiled nervously at the female doctor, the young prisoner sat down and allowed himself to be cuffed to the bed. It was actually his second examination; the first had been while he was still unconscious.

Daniel pulled Janet aside. "For some of his answers, it's highly likely that he might be a goa'uld."

Janet nodded and walked back to the young man.

"Can you tell me your name?" She asked him.

"I cannot." The young man replied politely.

"How about your age?" Janet continued.

"Out of high school. For how long, I will not tell you." The intruder replied.

Janet nodded. "Any medical conditions I should be aware of?"

"I'm anaemic," he replied. More than Janet was expecting.

"I'll keep that in mind when I take your blood." Janet smiled, trying to keep the young man calm. He returned her smile nervously.

"Do you know what is going to happen to me? I know breaking into Area-51 was wrong, but the Millennium Items are dangerous. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of them. People die for them. I don't want anyone to be hurt, I don't want anyone else to die." The stranger rambled.

"I'm not sure. It depends on a lot of things." Janet told him. "Cooperating by telling us your name would be a good start."

"I don't want my family to be hurt because of something I did," he replied. Janet continued with her examination. "I don't know any of you. Though so far you all seem to be good people."

She checked the back of his neck, no sign of goa'uld entry there. She checked his throat, no sign of entry in his throat though that was harder to tell when a goa'uld entered through the throat.

"Can you take off your shirt?" She asked.

He nodded, nervously removing his shirt. The thing that stood out the most was the markings on his chest.

"Daniel, Sam," she called the scientist and doctor back over.

"What do you make of that?" She pointed to the boys chest.

The boy looked highly uncomfortable with them looking at his chest. The Eye of Ra burnt into his skin like a brand. The shape very much like the Millennium Ring, which had been kept at the base the whole time, considered too dangerous for Area-51. Underneath was five stab like wounds. It looked like he'd been stabbed in those spots multiple times.

"How did you get these marks?" Janet asked.

He shook his head, refusing to answer.

"What about this one on your hand?" She prodded.

"I accidently stabbed myself with the castle tower of one of my board games," he replied.

Once again more than Janet or anyone else was expecting. If he was actually telling the truth was another thing.

"And your arm?"

"Someone stabbed me. Didn't see who. I was when I was still in high school when it happened."

"Your back?"

"Car accident when I was still learning how to drive."

"Your chest?"

"I'm still not telling you." The intruder frowned.

Janet smiled. He was good. She continued with his medical exam. Taking blood and finishing with the MRI. Whoever the young man was, they knew what he wasn't and that he wasn't a goa'uld.

SG-1

Daniel walked into the room where the Millennium Ring had been kept, far away from all the other items and where personal walked on a regular basis. Something about it drew people in. They couldn't resist and ended up putting the ring on, ending up dead. It couldn't even be guarded as a result. He'd seen the footage, it wasn't pretty. The kid who'd been brought in was obsessed with the Ring. Whenever the intruder dropped off to sleep, he would mention the ring consistently. It had been constant since the boy was here. He wasn't sure if the boy was aware he talked in his sleep. He wished that he could call him something more than Boy, if felt wrong even though he was technically a prisoner.

"What is so unique about you that people keep putting you on? Why is that boy obsessed with you? What purpose did the goa'uld have in creating you?" He asked the item, not expecting a reply.

Daniel got one. A whisper in ancient Egyptian dialect similar to what was spoken on Abydos."They put me on so I can test if they are loyal enough to be my host. Those that are unworthy cannot be my host. I don't know who or what goa'uld is, never heard that word before."

"You can talk," Daniel replied in the same dialect. "Did you talk to everyone else before they put you on?"

"As can you, I talk to some. You are the first who understood me." The voice whispered. "If you put me on, I can show you everything that you want to know."

"Won't I die, like the others?" Daniel asked.

"It depends; maybe you are worthy to be a temporary host." The voice replied in a sinister tone.

"How will I become your host? Will you take over like a parasitic goa'uld?" Daniel questioned.

"I already told you, I don't know what a goa'uld is. If I don't know what it is, I will not know if I take over the same way. Think of it more as a possession by a ghost." The spirit explained.

The ring cackled with laughter as Daniel picked up the ring, unable to stop himself. Against better judgement, he placed the ring around his neck. His life started to flash before his eyes instantly. Slowing down slightly when his parents died. Flicking though him being carted from foster family to foster family. During his working life, the memories sped up until a dig in Egypt. A dig that had gone horribly.

"Not this one," he shouted out. He hated this memory; it was too much like his parents death.