Daniel's dream
"Daniel," the archaeologist faced the blonde woman again.
"Uh, hi," he stammered slightly.
The blonde smiled at him, "She's trying to find you, y'know."
Daniel looking confused stated, "Why are you being so cryptic? This is a strange dream."
The woman shook her head slightly, "This isn't a dream. You need to help them."
Daniel's shoulders sagged, "Help who?"
"The woman and her child," answered the blonde. "You need to save them from the people who want to use the child as a weapon against the monsters who pretend to be Onak."
Daniel let out a breath of incomprehension and the blonde continued, "Just keep to the path you are on."
What path?
She smiled at him, "You'll know ..."
Time: 11:13pm
Daniel woke up suddenly and found he was slumped in his plane seat, he sat up and wiped at his mouth.
"Onak?" he thought for a second. Onak meant God!
The woman's words came back into his head, 'You need to save them from the people who want to use the child as a weapon against the monsters who pretend to be Onak'.
Monsters who pretend to be…god!
She meant the Goa'uld!
Daniel fought against the logic that said it was all just a strange dream and using that same logic he reviewed the dream.
'From the people who want to use the child for a weapon against the monsters,' he needed to think about that.
"Hey Danny boy?" he was jolted from his thoughts by Jack who was filling out a crossword puzzle. "You gotta pen?"
Daniel rummaged around in his pockets and pulled one out handing it to Jack.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked.
"A couple of hours," the Colonel replied. "We have less than two hours until we touch down."
Airtime from Colorado to Cleveland 8 hours but on a private jet that caught a tail wind it was only 6. Jack was please, it paid to have friends with a private jet
They fell into silence and Daniel glanced at Sam and Teal'c, the blonde Major was working on her laptop quietly while Teal'c was looking stoic and almost bored as he finished his cheesy biscuits.
Daniel knew they were going to get to Cleveland fast he just wished it was faster.
Meanwhile back at the Rosenberg residence
Time: 5:30am
The house was dark and silent except for the rustle of trees outside, the cars passing by and the quiet noises that the refrigerator always made.
The house was always like this on weekends until seven am when the older Rosenberg awakened to make breakfast for her son.
Willow had the covers over her shoulders as she slept quietly occasionally making unintelligible noises in her sleep.
Chris was curled up in a small ball under his own covers so that only his forehead and red hair peaked out, he shifted in her sleep and pressed his face into his pillow and gave a sleepy sigh.
They were oblivious to the fact that six figures had surrounded their house and were beginning to close in.
One of the figures withdrew an item from his pocket, stuck in on the window glass next the back door and twisted it around cutting a big circle into it as if using a compass to draw a circle on paper.
The dark figure pulled on the compass creating a hole big enough for him to put his whole arm through.
He reached through the glass, searched for the door lock and smirked when he found it. The door opened quietly and the two agents slipped inside to open the front door for the other agents.
Once inside two of the agents guarded the house doors while the others crept upstairs silently.
They neared to the bedrooms tense with anticipation…and then a loud roar filled the house.
"Crap!" said one of them as they kicked at a toy dinosaur that was moving its plastic legs robotically.
That was more than enough noise to wake the targets so they abandoned their attempt at being subtle and charged into the bedroom that had a poster taped to it.
Chris was looking around disorientated and started struggling as a dark figure grabbed him and pulled him from his bed.
He started to yell but a gloved hand covered his mouth muffling the sounds; he squeezed his eyes shut and magically slammed two of the figures into the wall when they moved towards him.
But his concentration was breaking because of his fear, he continued struggling and whimpered as he felt a sting on his forearm; he started to feel dizzy and sleepy.
The last thing he heard before everything went black was his mother's angry yelling.
The agents only knew fear and pain as the mother of the child they were taking unleashed on them; they flew in all different directions and bounced off walls and ceilings painfully.
The four-year-old had been dropped back onto the bed when his captor had backed away in fear from the redheaded woman; he was then thrown around the room and out the bedroom door.
The others tried to run but she caught them and gave them a scary black-eyed looked that promised them a very painful death … very soon.
One of the agents had to dodge a ball of energy, the window shattering as the ball slammed into it and out into the night's sky.
Willow gathered her magic and threw all three of them from the room and down the stairs shaking with rage, she tried to push the anger down and began checking out her son.
He was slumped on his left side unconscious. She breathed in and out slowly to calm herself her son needed her not the scary Willow.
Chris was safe now; the people that tried to take him were gone.
She continued breathing deeply and then her black eyes returned to emerald-green and her hair, which had been black went back to red.
She swallowed and ran to her boy's vulnerable form; she checked for a pulse and found that it was strong and steady.
She hugged her son close and closed her eyes, relieved…
Then she heard a familiar shot of a tranquilizer gun and felt a jab on her back a second later, everything went hazy and then she was swallowed up into oblivion.
The two agents that had previously guarded the doors looked at the motionless forms of their targets and grabbed them.
They had a mission to finish.
Meanwhile several blocks away
Daniel, Jack, Sam and Teal'c looked around the street carefully searching for anyone acting suspicious.
"See anything?" asked Jack quietly.
They all declined, the street was silent.
Sam saw a ball of light fly up into the sky and explode loudly and temporarily filling the street with an eerie blue glow before fading.
"Sir?"
"I saw it Major," said Jack still looking at the sky. "It would be hard not to."
"What was it?" asked Daniel.
"We'll check it out," ordered Jack and started running towards the direction the light came from.
They followed without a word.