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Stargate: SG1 & Percy Jackson – Startish
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On a recent raid of a located "Rogue" NID Cell Base, SG1 had found a kid. Aged about seventeen, black hair, green eyes. He'd been locked in a cell, so was clearly a prisoner. They'd rescued him and taken him back to SGC for protection.
But he had yet to speak. Yet to give so much as a name.
Running his face through the missing person's database had yielded no results and as the kid was probably too young to have a Driving Licence that wasn't successful either.
He was human. They knew that much. He'd allowed them to take a blood sample without complaint or a flinch.
He'd allowed them to poke and prod at every scar and mark on his body. Including the black tattoo of a trident with the letters SPQR underneath, which was positioned on the underside of his left arm.
Jack had smiled indulgently as Daniel had gone off on a speech about how that was the shortened form of "Senātus Populusque Rōmānus" or "The Senate and People of Rome".
A theory had gone around the Archeology/Anthropology department about how the boy had to be part of some Roman style cult. Some had even said that the kid had the looks of a Roman God.
One of them had even mentioned it near the kid. Which had caused him to smirk and shake his head.
But that was all irrelevant right then.
Right then, they had bigger problems than a kid, who wouldn't talk and couldn't be identified.
Sometimes Jack O'Neill wondered exactly what he had done in a past life to deserve what Karma seemed to meet out to him on what seemed to be a daily basis.
Then he'd remember a prank or joke that he'd done and he'd remember that it was more likely that it occurred in this life rather than a past one.
Even so, Jack was fairly certain he hadn't done anything bad enough to deserve this.
"This" was the current group of Jaffa and one Go'auld that had managed to sneak through the Stargate under the guise of being from a newly visited planet that wished to make an alliance with the Tau'ri.
Nobody had realized that it had been a Go'auld controlled planet until it was far too late in the proceedings. The Go'auld was on the wrong side of the Stargate, as were a fairly large number of the Jaffa, who had forced the Iris open so that more could come through.
All of SG1, bar Teal'c, had been caught unawares. At the time they'd been working on the puzzle of the kid.
SG1 hadn't even realized what was going on until it was far too late. They hadn't been involved with the negotiations. That had been SG 21, who had also been some of the first victims of the Go'auld. In a show of strength and as an example of what would happen if anyone defied the invaders.
For now SG1 and a good sized portion of the SGC personnel were being kept in the Mess Hall, along with the kid.
The Go'auld was also there, holding court. The Jaffa ensuring that no one could really fight back.
Not that had stopped Jack from letting loose his quick tongue.
"You will be silent!" A Jaffa snapped, "Our Lord God Poseidon has not commanded you to speak!"
"For crying out loud!" Jack fired back, "He's not a god. He's a snake with delusions of power and adequacy."
Jack had not failed to notice the hash intake of breath that had come at the declaration of the Go'auld's name. He supposed it was Daniel figuring out what the Go'auld's preferences were.
"You will be silent." The Go'auld demanded from his makeshift throne, "Or suffer the consequences. I am your Lord and God."
"Not mine." Jack retorted.
Jack wasn't expecting what happened next.
He was used to being blasted by Hand-Devices, by being tortured by them.
But this was something completely different.
He found himself engulfed in a bubble of water, which completely surrounded him and lifted him off the floor. He tried to resist the urge to breathe, but knew he would give in eventually.
He'd been tortured using drowning before. Long ago. But he couldn't stop the rising panic. No matter how hard he tried.
He was trying not to fight, so that he would use less oxygen. So he could last longer.
However it was a fight he knew he would lose. He could feel the urge to breathe taking over him. He could see dark spots starting to dance in front of his eyes.
Then he could breathe again.
Jack was surprised to find himself placed gently on the floor, as the water spun away from him. Go'aulds weren't known for kindness. He should have been dropped, more dead than alive.
Daniel and Sam were next to him, both keeping him vaguely upright. But neither of them were paying him too much attention. They seemed to be staring at something off to the right.
He sat upright, more easily able to peer over Danny's head that way.
What he saw took his breath away once more.
It was the kid. The kid the NID had locked away in a little hothouse and virtually left to die.
Dressed in his slightly baggy jean, loose t-shirt and trainers, he looked a lot like a skater boy. Like some kid that Cassie would crush on.
He was standing. All the other prisoners were sitting on the floor. But the kid was standing upright and proud. Light on his feet.
A cocky smile on his face, tinged with anger.
But that wasn't what made him stand out, right then.
It was the water swirling around him. He was engulfed in it. Hair buffeted by tiny currents. But not for a moment did his smile waver.
Jack glanced at Poseidon. The Go'auld was staring at the kid. It was clear that the alien had nothing to do with what was going on. He was as confused at the rest of them.
Then the kid moved. He stepped forward, the water moving to float behind him, swirling in miniature waterspouts.
"You will bow before your Lord God." One of the Jaffa snarled.
"No." The kid replied, "I do not bow before my Lord God. And even if I did. He is not my Lord God. He is not even a God. And there is no way that he is Poseidon."
"Blasphemer!" The cry was instantaneous from the Jaffa.
A few of them tried to charge the kid. But the water swept them away, as the boy moved his hands, clearly manipulating the fluid.
It was then that Jack noticed something. Something wrong. Something that couldn't be.
"Daniel," Jack murmured, "He's not wet."
"Of course he's wet." Sam countered, "He was in a water bubble. Like you were. And you're soaking."
"No, he's right." Daniel breathed in shock, "If he was wet that t-shirt would be clinging to him. It's not. He's not wet."
"How?" Sam blinked, "And how's he doing the water manipulation? He doesn't have a hand-device. And even if he did, he doesn't have Naquadah in his blood."
"I don't know." Daniel shrugged, "But this is not something new. Look at him. He's completely calm… He's confident."
"He knows what he's doing." Jack agreed, "Even if we don't. Perhaps this is why the NID grabbed him."
"Water manipulation would make him unusual." Sam nodded, "Maybe even turn up on their radar."
"You dare defy me?" Poseidon sneered.
"You dare insult me?" The kid returned, "You send your underlings to fight in your stead? Against me? Am I not worthy of fighting yourself? Or are you too scared that I will win?"
"Kid, don't!" Jack shouted, heedless of his own safety, "Your water trick won't help you win."
But it was too late. The Go'auld lashed out with a kinetic blast. Every member of SGC was expecting the boy to be thrown back across the room. But the blast was blocked.
"An Aspis." Daniel breathed, "Ancient Greek shield. Often incorrectly called a Hoplon. Bronze. Where did he get it from?"
"What do you mean?" Sam frowned, "It's a water defence. You can clearly see it."
"I'm with Daniel on this one." Jack stated, "It's a shield. Bronze. I think his watch turned into it."
"All I'm seeing is water." Sam returned.
The kid lowered his shield, projecting a confident attitude.
"You scared of me?" He asked, "To scared to fight God to man?"
"Kid," Jack breathed, "You don't know what you're doing."
"Don't worry." The kid almost laughed, "I've kinda done this before. You scared?"
"What are you?" The Go'auld stared, "No creature could shrug off that blast as you did."
"You see, that's how I know you're not my Lord God Poseidon." The kid sighed, "Because if you were, you'd know exactly who and what I am."
Jack didn't see where the sword came from, but suddenly it was there. In the kid's hand. It looked about three feet long, the blade double-edged and shaped like a leaf. It was also bronze, matching the shield.
"You cannot defeat me. I am your God."
"Like I said, not mine." The kid smirked.
Then he moved.
Jack would later describe it as watching water flow. The kid's movements were graceful, elegant and beautiful to watch.
They were also clearly deadly and meant for war.
The kid closed the distance, something that was not advisable when dealing with a stronger opponent, as the Go'auld certainly was.
However the kid made it work. He was never where the Go'auld attacked. His blows slipped past defences. He slashed when Jack thought he should have stabbed. Dodged when Jack would have backed off.
But it was working. The kid was wearing the Go'auld down. Was breaking though the defences.
Jack almost wanted to see the kid up against Teal'c. Just to see what would happen.
The Go'auld was down on his knees at the kid's feet. The point of the blade mere millimetres away from its throat.
"Surrender your host." The kid demanded calmly.
"What are you?" The Go'auls breathed.
Then he lapsed into another language. Something Jack had never heard before.
"Daniel?" Jack asked quietly.
"Ancient Greek." Daniel was frowning, "Hold on… It's not a language I'm really all that fluent in."
"You speak Greek." Sam pointed out, "I thought they were the same."
"Written, yes." Daniel was terse, "Spoken… The pronunciation is different. Quiet. I need to concentrate."
Daniel was completely focused on the language.
"What are you?" Daniel translated slowly, "Some kind of monster?"
Percy cocked his head to one side, before replying into the same language.
"That's rich," Daniel carried on, "A monster accusing me of being one. Release your victim."
Any further remarks were put on hold as the kid was attacked on all sides by the recovered Jaffa.
They weren't any more effective the second time around. In close quarters they couldn't use their staffs to blast him. And their fighting style didn't seem to be effective at dealing with him. They were too regimented. Too formulaic.
It was a flaw that Jack had seen in the Jaffas training many times before. But, due to the Jaffas' greatly superior strength, he had never been able to take advantage of it.
But this kid… This kid, who had barely been able to stand up when they had found him… He was fighting them, six to one. And wining.
At first Jack was simply impressed by the level of skill, speed and agility that the feat required. Then he saw something that he couldn't believe.
The kid was able to land a blow that actually knocked one Jaffa back a good few steps.
Jack had fought with Teal'c often enough to know how difficult that was. To know the amount of strength such a feat would require.
Even with the water around their feet possibly making the floor slippery, the kid shouldn't have enough muscle in his lean frame to achieve that.
But the way he moved… It was like poetry in motion. Water splashing up behind him.
"What kind of monster are you?" Daniel was once again translating for the Go'auld.
"I am no more a monster than you are a God." The kid retorted, still in Ancient Greek.
"I am your Lord God." Daniel translated for the Go'auld, "I am the Lord God Poseidon."
Jack noticed the tension in the boy's shoulders. Then it bled out.
His movements changed though. They became fiercer. And the few times that Jack caught sight of the boy's eyes they sent a shiver down his spine.
They reminded Jack of a wolf's eyes… A particular wolf though. It was one he had seen as a child. He had been on holiday with his parent in California. And he'd seen the wolf. The biggest one he'd ever seen… But he'd only been small back then, so it probably wasn't as big as he remembered.
It wasn't the colour of the eyes that was similar. The wolf had had silver eyes, while the kid's were bright green.
But it the look in them. The knowledge behind them. The way they seemed to state that no matter how big or strong or bad you were… The owner was worse.
Jack had had nightmares for most of his childhood because of those eyes. Particularly given that his parents hadn't seen the wolf at all.
Words started falling out of the kid's mouth, still in the Ancient Greek that he spoke so easily.
Even as he was cutting down the Jaffa, the words never truly stopped. The kid clearly had something he wanted to say. Even if only Daniel of the SGC could understand.
Though Daniel had fallen silent.
Not that Jack really blamed him. The kid's ruthlessness was scary, considering his age. Leaving the Jaffa alive could be a dangerous mistake.
But still… No teenager should be capable of turning off his empathy like that.
In mere minutes the Jaffa were down, probably all dead.
And the kid was walking towards the Go'auld, his pace even and steady.
It was clear to see that the Go'auld was panicking. The blasts with the hand device were erratic and poorly aimed.
Though whether it was the boy's fighting ability or his words that were disturbing the Go'auld more, Jack couldn't tell.
The Go'auld was backing up, until he hit the wall. And the boy just kept on moving closer.
With a wave of his left hand, he encased the Go'auld's head in water.
Almost immediately the Go'auld started fighting to breathe. But the boy didn't loosen his grip.
Silently the boy watched as the Go'auld began to drown. His gaze was implacable. His stance firm.
Suddenly, in a last ditch attempt at survival, the Go'auld leapt from its host, clearly trying to take the kid as his new host.
The sword flashed through the air, cutting the Go'auld in half, even as the kid dropped the water around the former host's head.
"You don't mess with me and mine." The kid spoke once again, this time in English.
Anything Jack was planning on saying was prevented as Teal'c burst in through the doors accompanied by several heavily-armed teams.
The kid's response was instantaneous. He threw the sword into a corner, clear from any person, made the shield disappear, the water dropped to the floor. He then sank down to his knees and locked his fingers together behind his head.
Jack recognised it as the same pose that the kid had taken when he had broken into the kid's cell in the NID base. Just as he had figured it out then, it was a trained response.
"JackO'Neill," Teal'c moved to the side of the rest of SG1, "What happened here?"
"I don't know." Jack replied slowly, "I really don't know."
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About an hour later, after the clean-up, Jack and the rest of SG1 were in the briefing room with General Hammond. Sam had just finished relating what she had seen and heard.
"That's not correct, Carter." Jack frowned, "The kid was using a sword. I don't know where he got it from, but it was definitely a sword. Bronze in colour."
"Greek in design," Daniel agreed, "He flung it in a corner. Didn't anyone find it?"
"There was nothing there." Sam shrugged, "And sir, it was a kitchen knife. How it was in the mess hall rather than the kitchen is something we will have to discuss with the chefs, but it is clear to see on the security footage."
"I know what I saw." Jack countered, "It was a sword. I could probably draw it."
"Here." Daniel pushed a piece of paper in front of the General, "I already did, while I was working on my transcription of the boy's words. I would love to know where he learnt Ancient Greek."
"O'Neill," General Hammond moved the piece of paper so that the Colonel couldn't see it, "Could you quickly draw the weapon?"
Jack wasn't the world's best sketcher, but he managed to recreate what he deemed to be a passable representation of the sword in only a few minutes.
"There looked to be something etched on the blade," Jack added as he handed it over, "But I couldn't make out what it was."
General Hammond laid the two images side by side. They were clearly of the same weapon.
"Whatever the two of you saw," He spoke carefully, "You saw the same thing."
"He had a shield as well," Daniel added, "Bronze, like the sword."
"He was using the water as a shield." Sam argued, "It's clear on the footage."
"No, it was a shield," Jack agreed with Daniel, "Round. Had images etched on it, I think. Couldn't make them out. No idea where it went after either."
"You both saw something that doesn't appear on our security footage." Hammond pointed out.
"Not the first time." Jack pointed out, "First time we thought Daniel was crazy."
"I did not need to be reminded about that." Daniel muttered.
"Moving on from that," Hammond shrugged, "Doctor Jackson, what was the boy saying at the end?"
"Well," Daniel moved his glasses, "I'd like to know who taught the boy his Ancient Greek, because it is highly impressive that a child his age is as fluent as he appears. The speech he managed was unlikely to have been scripted. In addition his accent was almost New York, but touched with something else. It'd be interesting to see if he could read as well as he can speak it."
"What did he say?" Jack redirected the flow of words.
"Sam," Daniel turned to the sole female in the room, "Can you run the footage as I translate. It's quite impressive that way."
"Of course." It only took Sam a moment to set it up.
Daniel started translating the moment the boy started his little speech.
"And I am the Saviour of Olympus. Praetor of the Twelfth Legion. Counsellor of Cabin Three. I retrieved Zeus' Master Bolt and Hades' Helm of Darkness. I bore the Titan's Curse. I defeated Kronos. I recovered the Pride of the Legion. I destroyed Polybotes. I am the son of Sally Jackson. Most favoured child of my father. Earthshaker. Stormbringer. Father of Horses. Lord of the Seas. Poseidon himself."
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