NOTE: Lots in this about Giya.

Chapter 19 – Race

Giya sat quietly in her new, brightly lit quarters. In the infirmary she had been prodded and pocked for over an hour. They had taken away more of her blood by pressing a hollow metal tube through her skin to the vein and letting it flow out into a clear vial. They had attached wires from a monitor to her head and gotten her to move to her ascended body. They had her change into simple blue garments called scrubs and take of the pendant because it was metal and had her lie down in a large, white tube that made very loud noises called an MRI and they had done so many other things that she didn't even try to understand or remember. She had done everything they had asked and through the whole thing she hadn't said a word.

She sat on the bed in the new clothes that had been given to her. A black t-shirt under a loose blue short sleaved shirt. Blue pants and heavy black boots. Her old things wherein a chest of draws next to the door. She had her pendant in-between her fingers, absentmindedly turning it around and around. Just like the first time her father had let her play with it.

One thousand years.

There was no way that she could ever see Jas'ak again. He had probably died in the slaughter anyway. What did she miss him as anyway? As an ally, a fried or whatever it had been turning into at the end? His marriage had been one of convenience, giving his childhood friend a place in society but he genuinely loved his daughter. That poor little child had probably grown old and died. Giya wondered if she had had any children. There could be some distant descendent of Jas'ak's somewhere. There wouldn't be anything left of him though. Nearly two hundred generations would have diluted anything she would recognise.

All the planets will have shifted. New stars will have formed and old ones will have faded. This was a new universe. She's been born into a new life. Now she had to find a way to forget all of the living she's done before.

She knew she couldn't. She had sworn she would never sleep like that again the last time because she knew she could never forget. How many times had she restarted her life now? Never, never had a single on of them felt like it was her's. Not even this one just a few hours old. Though there was that one… Ionara…Henutal…Primera…

There was a soft knock on the door and it opened. Daniel and Colonel Mitchell were standing there. The airman guarding her door was just visible in the background.

"Can we come it?" Daniel asked.

Giya just shrugged as she refasten the pendant around her neck and tucked it away safely. The two men took that as a yes and entered. They closed the door and took seats in front of her.

"Giya we're here to talk." said Daniel as he tilted his head in an attempt to catch her downward gaze. "Do you like the room? It's a bit of a thankyou for what you did for Vala. It was quite a trick you pulled off there."

Giya looked up at him. "It's just how I was born."

"That's kinda what we need to talk to you about." said Cam. "We need to know who you are, well, what you are and why you can do what you can do." He then took out a recorder, turned it on and placed it on the bedside table.

"You need to know about my species?" said Giya, managing to find a kind of strange humour about it.

Daniel made a shrug that morphed into a reluctant nod. "Pretty much, yeah."

Giya coughed and brushed her hair out of her eyes as she gathered her thoughts. "Well, it's all a bit complicated." She thought for another moment. "I wasn't born into a society of my own people…but I did know them for a while…Let me try again. How much do you know about the race that seed life in this galaxy?"

Cam palmed this one off to Daniel who rubbed the back of his neck. "That's also a bit…complicated." So he told her of what they knew of the Ancients. Their split from the Ori as Alterans, the populating of the Milky Way, the plague, the trip to the Pegasus galaxy, their return to Earth and eventual ascension. All the while Giya nodded and encouraged him to continue every time he paused to let her start her side of the story. "And that's pretty much the condensed history of the Ancients."

Giya nodded solemnly once more and sniffed – her face still perfectly impassive but for the small line between her eyebrows – and said, "It's actually quite close to the history that I know. You're just missing out one chapter of it."

"Really?" Daniel leaned forward in his seat, eager to hear. Mitchell hoped that he wouldn't throw caution to the wind for a history lesson.

"What you now call the Ori home galaxy was not the original home of the Ancients." began Giya. "Humanoid life first evolved, or at least for the first know time, in another galaxy called Primera millions and millions of years ago."

Daniel couldn't believe what he was hearing. If Giya was telling the truth – and he knew she was – she was giving him information more valuable than he could have ever dreamed of.

"They evolved and spread through out Primera but a distinction formed between two groups. Most were quite content to remain where they were but many had dreams of flying out into the stars, through the void between galaxies and explore a new home. There was no animosity between the two groups and the adventures departed as friends to the now Ori home galaxy.

"Countless generations passed and those that left evolved into the Ori and Alterans and those left behind evolved into the Furlings," she gave a small shrug, "my race."

NOTE: Please don't hate me. That's just the way it worked out in my head. Reviews and suggestions please.