Stargate SG-0
A/N: Sorry this is late, but I honestly have not had the chance to do this any earlier. Half-term coming up soon, so probably better for a bit. Also the High Holidays are over so that rush is out.
They snuck through the Gate, invisibly, not even alerting the Jaffa now beginning to swarm to their presence. This was handy, as it allowed a good night's sleep while the Tarnkappen recharged. Early the next morning, they snuck (considerably better than they had before – it was all coming back) to the palace. Invisible, the skeleton guard was easy to zat out of commission. They'd just about made it to the throne room when
"Damn. Sir, I can see you."
"Nuts. T, who was last to put this darn cap on?"
"Tarnkappe, O'Neill. And it was I."
"Whatever. Give it to Jonas. Jonas, stay back. Under no circumstances whatsoever are you to advance an inch beyond where we leave you until Hathor is completely dead."
"What about Seth?"
"He wouldn't have that mind druggy thing."
"Why not?"
"You think they'd let him?!"
"Fair point. No circumstances whatsoever, you say."
"I do. It's a pain in the ass when one of the team goes gaga, not to mention the longer term health and psychological risks."
"Longer term health and psychological risks…?"
"Jonas, you are never to discuss this. Not with anyone. Ever. You understand?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Hathor made the General into a Jaffa."
"What?!?!"
"And, she raped Daniel."
"WHAT?!?!?!"
"That's why you're never to discuss it."
"Understood."
"If it hadn't been for Carter's guts, Janet's ingenuity and Teal'c knowledge, Earth would have fallen to the Goa'uld twenty years ago."
"Sir…"
"'S true. And if it hadn't been for Carter's guts and loyalty, Teal'c's piloting and determination and General Hammond's love of good ol' SG-1, we'd all of us have died. Carter's loyalty saved me from permanent icicle status and the clutches of a snake."
"Why, Sam. You're blushing!"
"Can it, Jonas. Serious effects, but one time only, so we're immune. Comprende?"
"Sure. I stay where I'm put."
"Good."
The door of the throne room burst open. A white-haired Tau'ri man, a blonde (greying now) Tau'ri woman and the Shol'va rushed in. Hathor was dispatched – with great personal satisfaction: "This is for my grey hairs, bitch!" – by the man, Ra was taken out by the blonde – "I can, so take out Ra!" – and Apophis by the Shol'va – "Once again, not a god."
Then, another, younger man dashed forwards yelling "My turn!" and shooting Amonet.
"Afterwards, Jonas, we'll be telling you why you're an idiot. If you're very, very good, we wont tell Daniel."
They got on with it. The only Ba'al – "Not another one?! Bocce, eat this" – was killed by a knife throw, Bastet was Teal'ced, Nirrti got it from Sam, Jonas did for Kali, and so forth. Personal vendettas aside, Sam found she was having fun. Jolinar – her remnants dormant for more than a decade now – relished the utter vanquishing of old enemies. Jack just liked kicking Goa'uld ass, Teal'c was "soooo not a god"-ing to his Free Jaffa heart's content, and Jonas wasn't feeling left out for a change. Then, they were all gone. Only a man, hunched over a column, deep in thought in the centre of the room was left.
"Speak of the Devil…"
"You are too late, Tau'ri, Shol'va." He said.
"Now, Lucy. You been talking to those nasty Goa'uld again? What would your mother think of you? It's just shocking."
"I am not Lucy, and you…will die."
"Thanks, T. Eat Merlin, Lucy!"
"What?! This is impossi-"
A white light filled the room. A kindly voice said "Use the weapon once again, please." Jack complied. "Thankyou."
"But…"
"I'm still here?"
"Well, yes."
"Of course." Oma Desala coalesced out of the light. "I merely wished, for once in my span, to cooperate with the Others. They wanted the Ori gone. I was only too happy to comply."
"But how did you do that?"
"Luciferius did not quite have the answer. This weapon is, as you originally surmised Jonas, rather more powerful than the first. He could protect himself only against the smaller-output device. This one therefore killed him. I had the full support of the Others, that bit longer to think things over, and the fact that I was only diverting anyway. And, I'm fully Ascended."
"How does that help?"
"The second device was designed primarily to combat halflings like Anubis. Luciferius had to keep one foot in the higher planes to transmit his triumph. I have both feet right here. I merely diverted the blast to the Ori, who now…no longer exist. Any future would-be Oro will have the full might of the Collective to contend with."
"Great. All we need to deal with now is the press."
"Well, we need to get home too. We just wiped out the gods on this planet."
"Hey, Oma?"
"Yes, Jonas?"
"You're in pretty good odor right now, right?"
"Yes."
"Could you possibly fetch us the Jumper?"
"Jonas?"
"We can fetch Egeria on the way."
"I see. Good plan!"
"Thankyou."
"Now. Jonas, you are at least twelve kinds of idiot."
"Why?"
"That was Amonet's original host."
"So?"
"So that was Sha're. Daniel's wife."
"No, it wasn't It was a clone. It never met him. I was putting a host out of its misery."
"He has a point, Sir."
"Actualy, guys, he has more than a point, he's right."
"Daniel!"
"Hey guys. Jonas, Teal'c, Sam really, meet Sha're."
"How…?"
"Jack, how often have you gotten burned for that?"
"I'm smarter now."
"He's right, Daniel."
"Yeah. I really want to talk to you to about that, later. Sha're Ascended. Her soul managed. All our wonders, I needed so much help, and her simple faith did the trick. The trouble was crushing Amonet out. As soon as Anubis was gone and I realised what was happening, I helped. So, Teal'c, we both forgive you. It really was for the best. Amonet doesn't, but then I don't really think you want her to, do you?"
"Indeed I do not. Thankyou Daniel Jackson, Sha're."
"Now, what's this about rescuing Egeria…?"
"Well, in that cell I got to thinking. You know that they were mentioning Amonet and Hathor resurrected? Well, they did it from a tissue sample. I thought, why not go back in the Jumper and get a tissue sample from Egeria a day or so before we turned up that first time, clone it, give her to one of the Tretonin-shy Jaffa, wait until she matures, implant her and present a very cosy fait accompli to the Tok'ra."
"You, Sam Carter, are one of the most diabolically clever women I've ever met."
"Thankyou, Daniel."
They did just that. The Jumper went to Pangara, SG-0 told the Pangarans what they were planning, then Pangarans were happy to help atone for their crime and so provided details of the best route, as well as an exact dtae.
"There was a break-in. A tissue sample was stolen from Egeria, and it was an inside job. The burglars knew the exact routes and never showed up on security. We questioned everybody who knew anything about Tretonin, up to and including the word itself, but nothing. We dismissed it at the time because one of the scientists died of a heart-attack shortly before we discovered the theft, but now we can clear his name as we know it was you."
"That's great, Zenna. Thankyou so much!"
"I'm only glad I can help."
The operation went perfectly, much as all other ops run by Sam's SGC had. (The Goa'uld relocation being a perfect case in point. Although chaotic, it still went better than all the experts had predicted and only lasted two weeks. "A miracle" was the general (and the Generals') consensus.
A/N 2: Sorry this took so long, epilogues and proper winding up hopefully coming sooner as it's half-term