Forgotten Gods
A Stargate SG1/Highlander the Series Crossover
"And you have an appointment with a Mr. Robert Kinsey at two, Mr. Durham." His secretary, a well aged blonde that he'd had for the past two decades, said softly. She knew not to ask questions, and if she happened to have one of those odd little symbols on the inside of her wrist... who was he to judge religious orientations?
"Thank you, Clarice." He accepted the folder she handed him and began flipping through the files. A few government contracts that needed looking over, some independent contractor quotes, and a list of catering options for the employee appreciation party. Truthfully, he wasn't looking forward to the meeting with Kinsey. The man was swine. Complete and total imbecilic swine.
Of course he would be wanting funding to help his bid for the White House, making promises of sending weapons development contracts Mark's way, and of late had been dropping several hints of very large, exclusive, leaps in technology that any businessman would like to be on the forefront of. He claimed to be in it for the United States and the American way, but Mark couldn't see the man actually standing up and fighting for what he believed in. A true politician hiding behind paper dragons and the blood of his ancestors. The man could push a button and nod his head, giving the order to kill hundreds and thousands, but stalled at the idea of having to get his own hands bloody.
Kinsey had never picked up a sword. Had never faced his death with back straight and head clear. Had never been called to stand and deliver.
Though he was very good at covering it up, Mark Durham always felt a little like throwing up every time they met, and was not looking forward to the afternoon's word games.
Mark tossed the folder onto his desk and leaned back in his chair, hand coming to rest on the hidden pommel of a dagger he'd had longer than he could remember. Ah, for the days when one could unleash the inner tempest without social moors getting in the way... or the city guard, for that matter.
"What do you think, Tia?" Mark whispered, eyes moving to a revealed fish-tank as thin walls retreated. A large creature, something like a mix between an eel, snake, and the mythical Chinese dragons swam in the tank, jaws open and angry. Mark smiled as he watched what had once been a goddess terrorize a gold fish. "Have your brethren returned?"
The snake creature didn't answer in any language understood by man. Mark glanced back down at the files. His thumb traced the symbols carved on his dagger, sparks spitting from the tip.
A/N- Marduk, chief Mesopotamian god, got there by vote when the other gods needed someone to face off against the then in-charge evil goddess Tiamat. He tended to take on other gods roles and titles, as well as that of several kings. Known for defeating Tiamat (dragon of chaos) being the creator of humankind (some stories say he brought in humankind to work the fields so the gods wouldn't have to) as well as having a saw toothed lightning dagger and all those other jobs he usurped at one time or another.