Sorry this took me so long to update! Writer's block sucks! (College kinda got in the way too, dang it... :) ) I hope you enjoy the latest chapter and PLEASE review! I love to know if people are enjoying it or not! :)
Daniel dropped into the grass with a sigh, enjoying the cool breeze on his face. The sleepless night had left him feeling tired and a little lethargic, but he had pulled a lot of all-nighters in his lifetime, especially while at the SGC, and found he could still function fairly well on such little sleep. His friends were being extra careful today. They had seen some rather sensitive memories, Daniel was trying really hard not to dwell on this fact, and they were worried more memories could pop up. Just in case, none of them were doing anything that could bring possible harm by suddenly freezing and not moving, like swimming.
"Oh, Daniel?" Jack called in a sing-song voice.
Daniel sighed, ever patient with his sometimes childish friend. "Yes, Jack?" he responded, without opening his eyes.
"Are you going to eat at any point tod-" Jack suddenly cut off as Daniel gasped, stiffening. His vision went black, before there was a bright flash of white light. Not again.
Jacob Carter stood in a hallway in a Goa'uld ship.
Jonas Quinn stood beside him, looking nervous.
Unseen, Daniel moved forward, listening to the conversation carefully, worrying clear on his face.
Jack's voice came through a radio, "Jacob, I want you to get that sub to a minimum safe distance."
"Understood." Then turning to Jonas, "Let's go."
Jonas hesitated and Daniel moved forward.
Laying a hand on his shoulder, unfelt, Daniel whispered, "The auxiliary control panel. You could reroute power."
"There's an auxiliary control panel on this deck. I could reroute power from there."
"How do you know?"
"Cause I've gone over the schematics of the motherships a dozen times and I'm a very quick study."
Jacob looked slightly impatient. "Yeah. Well, where is it?"
Daniel squeezed the shoulder he was still holding. "Go Jonas. Don't wait."
Jonas backed up a little, "Don't wait for me." And took off running down the hall.
Dark, nausea, flash.
Carter lay, weak and bleeding. The cruelty of the natives had left them all sore, some more than others. Carter seemed to have taken the brunt of it this time, rare because of her gender.
Daniel moved unseen, gazing down at his companions, pain on his face. Kneeling beside Sam, he touched her, unfelt, on the shoulder. Instantly, she relaxed, her pain eased. Moving over to Jack next, he watched sadly as his friend jerked against the chains holding him. So far, he had been unharmed, but that wasn't going to last long. Daniel, looking casual, touched the chains and they visibly weakened.
Jack jerked again and fell forward as they instantly broke. "Come on guys we got to get out of here!"
Teal'c picked Carter up, gently cradling her in his large arms, while Jack pulled Jonas up, supporting him to keep him on his feet.
Minutes later, they were running as fast as they could to the gate. Jonas dialed while Jack held him up.
Daniel watched as his friends headed towards the activated gate and escaped through it.
Dark, nausea, flash.
Jack fired on the Jaffa, his heart stopping as he heard the sounds of Teal'c firing behind them. Things weren't going well. They were surrounded. They just needed one more minute and Carter would have the gate open and they could run through it. Just one more minute.
A Jaffa rose up behind Jack, unnoticed by him or any of the team. The Jaffa fired and instantly Daniel was there, taking the blast full in the chest. He collapsed, letting out a cry of pain. Almost immediately, the wound began to heal and Daniel pushed himself to his feet, watching the battle silently.
Jack's eyes cleared to see Daniel lying on the ground moaning, the sounds of his two teammates picking themselves up from off the ground nearby reaching his ears. "Daniel?" Jack groaned, pushing himself to his feet and heading over to his fallen friend.
Daniel looked like he could throw up at any second, his face pale, limbs shaking, as he pushed himself up. "What the heck were those, Jack? I….taking that staff blast in the chest…..I should have been dead. There's no way I should have survived that."
"Daniel…." Jack cleared his throat, hating not being able to give his friend's sure answers. "Those must have been from when you were ascended."
...
"So he's regaining memories from his time with the ancients." Jack looked at Carter, as if expecting some sort of explanation.
She sighed. "It's not that much of a stretch, sir, if you think about it. The developing abilities definitely stem from his time ascended. Memories don't seem to be such a stretch."
"Are there going to be more of them?" Daniel sounded stressed. No one blamed him. No one answered his question.
….
Jack?
His friend didn't look over at him. How the heck do I actually broadcast my thoughts? That's what these shared visions are the beginning of, right? What else could they be? I really don't need more flashbacks to my past, remembering them normally is enough.
Daniel froze as his head began to throb and another, frighteningly familiar, wave of nausea hit him. His vision went black.
Daniel stood, motionless, dressed in his Abydonian robes.
Before him, a group of six people sat behind a long, white table, watching him, all with varying looks of discomfort, pity, or irritation on their faces. A crowd stood behind him, silent but intense in their stares.
Daniel wasn't intimidated, which was no doubt their goal. Obviously, they had been paying very little attention to him in his year there. "Your ideals were meant as a protection, and I respect that and understand that, but they have become a prison. The Goa'uld are killing millions, have already destroyed so many lives… Your noninterference policy is a death sentence for every human life in this universe. Whether you like it or not, this is your responsibility! You have the power to help! So much suffering could be eased, so many lives could be saved! I'm not asking you to killthe Goa'uld, nor is that what I've been attempting. I'm just trying to help my friends in the little ways I can. Keeping them alive is not a sin."
"That may be, Daniel, but interfering is." The head of the council spoke up, unmoved by Daniel's passionate speech. Immediately, two men stepped up and grabbed Daniel by his arms, holding him in place. "Do not fight us, Dr. Jackson. I'm afraid you've gone too far and you have no choice."
The head of the council was standing in front of Daniel now. For the first time, something close to fear flashed across Daniel's face and within an instant, he was shifting into his light form, moving up and away from his captors.
They wasted no time, shifting themselves, following him.
The battle was intense, frightening, and unlike anything mortal eyes had ever seen.
The collisions were titanic, colossal. The blows struck against each other were incredibly powerful.
Daniel fought bravely, but was inevitably defeated. Outnumbered and not nearly as experienced as the ones he was fighting, he was soon subdued.
The white around them shifted, changing into familiar scenery. Broken columns and walls rose up, trees in the distance, the grass soft beneath their feet. No one was in sight.
The six lights there shifted into human forms, all except for one. Daniel was panting, looking exhausted, but still defiant. He was held to the ground by three men, all dressed in white robes.
The one remaining ancient in light form suddenly stabbed forward with a wavering beam of light, the light piercing Daniel's chest.
Daniel screamed out in pain, jerking back against the holds of his captors. Released, he fell to the ground, his body convulsing, shifting between light and human form rapidly, repeatedly. Finally, a fully human Daniel collapsed completely, limp, to the ground, unconscious.
Jack groaned, sitting up and quickly looking around at his teammates, all stirring from where they had fallen to the ground. Recalling what he had just seen, the Colonel felt anger building in his chest. I knew I hated those stupid light bulbs for a reason.