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Chapter 6

The Alpha Quadrant...

The First was searching space. Once, he had done a similar job from the science station on the bridge of the Enterprise. Now, he had no need for such a vessel to hold him and keep him safe from the airless void. He was speeding through space at speeds that the Enterprise could never have attained, but when he reached system L-374, he slowed to sublight speeds.

There was little left of the planetary system that used to circle the star. He thought of the death and destruction that had happened there years ago and was very glad that he was energy only at the moment. His face would have given away his emotions had he been corporeal. Of course, he was in the vacuum of space with only an asteroid or two to keep him company, so it was not as if anyone would see.

Suddenly, he saw a glint of white in the distance, and moved towards it. As he circled around the star to where the artifact was, he saw that it was most definitely what he was looking for. It was a cylindrical object, several miles long, tapering to a fine point on one end. The other had an opening large enough for a city ship to be brought into the interior.

He scanned the object for any power emanations, and found very little. He entered the machinery that filled the object's interior and saw that the unit that powered it had been fused. He became semi-corporeal and made some adjustments, then he gripped the power converter in both hands. The unit and his hands began to glow, then as some sort of critical mass seemed to be reached, a rainbow of light pulsed out from him and penetrated all points of the planet killer, and it began to revive.

Warmth flooded into the room, and the bluish dust on the floor started steaming, then was gone as it once more became oxygen. He became fully corporeal and breathed deeply, noting that, while still cold, the atmosphere was breathable. He heard a familiar sound and walked into an adjoining compartment. This was an enormous open area, where boulders the size of houses were being sliced up with a smaller version of the anti-proton beam. The full sized one had demolished the planets used to power the 'killer'.

The sound he had heard, however, was not the beam. It was a stargate being dialed and flashing open. Now, the smaller pieces of rock were being sent through. He took the old style communicator from his belt and flipped it open. "First to The Commander," he said. "Are you there, Jim?"

"I read you, Spock," he heard his friend through the box in his hand.

"Am I to assume, then, that the delivery system is working in Sarah?"

"That's affirmative, Spock."

The Vulcan didn't reply, but allowed an eyebrow to raise and the ghost of a smile to play across his lips. Then, he went back into the control room.

Galactica…

Guinan watched as the man with the glasses entered her tavern. He sat down in his usual place and stared at her. She walked over, and rather than standing to take his order, she sat down. He jerked back in his chair, and scowled at her. "We need to talk," she told him.

Instead, he started to rise. She pointed down and said very firmly, "Sit." He sat.

"Now," she said pleasantly, "you're Douglas Fargo."

"And you're a Q; I believe your name is Guinan," he said with assurance. He then asked suspiciously, "What are you doing here?"

She smiled broadly and answered, "I'm here to help. Why are you here?"

"I live here," he told her.

"The last I saw, you lived in the alpha quadrant."

"That was a long time ago, Guinan."

"Ok, Doug. Come over to the bar and let's talk."

He obeyed and sat down at a stool. She reached behind the bar, and Fargo watched as a glass appeared in her hand. It was filled with an amber colored fluid, and she set it down in front of him.

He tasted it gingerly, then downed it. He coughed and sputtered for a moment and pounded on his chest. "Jack Daniel's?" he asked.

She smiled and held up a finger. She moved off to help another customer, then once more stood in front of him. "Tennessee Whiskey," she confirmed. "You looked like you needed some fortification."

"Thanks," he said dryly. "You're eventually going to become Janet Fraiser."

"That's what I've been told, yes."

He nodded absently as he looked around at the people in the room. "I can barely even remember what she looked like," he said as he looked back at the Q.

"Janet?" she asked to clarify.

"Yeah."

"Where's Holly?"

"She's on another of the battlestars. There are twelve of us that are ascended and watch over the ships. One for each of the twelve tribes."

She nodded, and had she wanted, she could have seen the whole story in his mind, but she wanted to let him tell it himself. "A patron saint for each one?"

He looked at her startled for a moment, then looked down at his glass. "Can I get more?"

She nodded solemnly, and the glass was once again full. He smiled shakily. "Thanks."

"So when did you join the colonials?" she asked.

He laughed. "We made them," he told her. "A few years in the future, and we will be transported back in time. And it's all my doing!" He seemed to be getting a bit agitated.

"Doug," she said, "I think we need some privacy." She waved her hand, and there was no one else in the bar. "Ok. Take as long as you want," she told him.

He nodded and began, "I was researching the extent of the damage to time created when the Doci was killed, but my primary mission was to build a sensor outpost to improve the triangulation accuracy of SARAH's scanning ability. You know. With three sensor outposts, along with Sarah herself, we would be able to pinpoint anything within the galaxy."

"I understand how it works, Doug," she told him.

"I got really interested in the time project, and I began to realize that time was slowly unravelling. Remember that guy, Dr. Smith, who was picked up by Enterprise on Iconia? He was with me, and we started crunching numbers. Pretty soon, we saw that something had to be done.

"I came up with a way to build a device that would be able to scan through the timeline and calculate changes that had been, or were going to be, made. It would then set in motion the events needed to keep things stable."

"That's quite the artificial intelligence needed for that," Guinan commented.

"Yes, it was. I used what was available to me, and hated myself for what I had to do, but he wanted to do it."

"Who wanted to do what?" Guinan asked.

"We tried to get back in touch with the Federation and with Iconia. We couldn't find them, so we escaped through the Guardian." He shook his head. "We didn't realize that the Guardian would send us somewhere else because we were needed there."

Fargo didn't seem to be in the mood for answering questions, so Guinan simply refilled his glass.

"We ended up where your father and The Commander had sent the reserve humanity, and we revived them. We were all ascended, so we kinda built up a bit of mystique. We became the Greek Olympians. I became Zeus, and Holly became Hera. Dr. Smith became known as Apollo, and Rose, Athena.

"Since we were ascended, we were able to look after the colonies. It wasn't our intention to become 'gods' to them. Especially after the Goa'uld. It just happened."

"So how long have you been living among them?"

"We were…"

This time, however, Guinan didn't let him ramble. She interrupted. "How long, Doug?"

"About five thousand years since we were last in the Federation."

"How long have you been hiding from the Colonials?"

He sighed, then explained, "We had retreated from those who were mortal for about three thousand years. We built a home for ourselves in one of the ancient cities we had built when we first revived them." He chucked as he thought of the irony. "It had become known as 'the City of the Gods'. Little did they realize that we, who they thought of as gods, were actually there."

"You said you escaped through the guardian? Are you talking about the 'Guardian of Forever'?" Guinan asked.

He nodded slowly and said, "I set it up to protect the time stream. I didn't realize that it would become what it is."

"Are you saying you built it?"

"I built something far more primitive than what you now refer to as the 'Guardian of Forever'. It needed to expand its capabilities, and because of the way I designed it, that was within its grasp." For some time, he had been looking at his empty glass as he turned it this way and that in his hands. Finally, he looked up at her eyes. "What it became is beyond my understanding. I watched it evolve on that planet. When we went through it, we found that we came out of a matching one in another galaxy. I don't even pretend to know how that happened."

Cardassia Prime…

John Sheppard came into the room and sat down. His wife, Teyla, was standing at a sink along one side of the house, washing the few dishes they had. The word house, however, painted too nice a picture of the structure. Hut was more to the point. The walls were made out of a substance most closely related to cardboard, and the ceiling, while providing a modicum of shade, did very little to keep them from the rain when it fell.

He started to say something, but Teyla interrupted, "Hello, dear." Then he heard her voice in his head, There are two palace guards in the back room, John.

Ok, he thought back, I'll definitely watch what I say then. Aloud, he said, "Hi."

"Did you have a hard day?" Teyla asked aloud.

"You could say that," he said standing up and walking over to her. He kissed her, and asked silently, What are they doing here?

There have been some reports about you. I don't think their hearts are really in it, however.

Why is that? He was curious.

"I've got to get out of these boots, then I'll tell you what happened," he said as he walked toward the sheet separating the two rooms.

He stepped through the opening, and saw the two guards standing, facing him.

"Bronin," the one on the right said. "You are Bronin Tornus, correct?"

"Yeah," Sheppard answered.

"Are you a toddian sympathiser, Bronin?"

"Ya know, you gotta admit," he told the guard, "that's a pretty silly question. If I was, why would I be stupid enough to tell you?"

The guard on the left sighed. "If you are a toddian, I suggest you keep it to yourself, Bronin. There are other guards who aren't as forgiving as us."

The guards started to leave, but the one who had spoken first turned back to Sheppard. "I remember you on the street when Jardis and Todd first showed themselves, Bronin. If you know things about them, keep them to yourself." Then, they were gone.

The next day on Galactica...

Jim Kirk strode purposefully into Guinan's. He was about to meet with someone he hadn't seen in about a century. He walked up to the bar and sat down beside Fargo. The bar was mysteriously empty, but he knew his great-great-granddaughter had probably arranged that. Guinan's hand moved towards him, a glass fading into being in her grasp. The glass had a reddish liquid in it. "Saurian Brandy?" she asked.

Kirk smiled and chuckled. "Thank you, Guinan." He turned to the bespectacled man beside him. "And for you, Zeus?"

Fargo smiled. He now seemed much more confident than he had when Guinan had first recognized him as ascended. "Actually, I wish I had a Vincespresso."

"I might be able to arrange that, Fargo," Guinan told him, then she disappeared.

"Where'd she go?" Fargo asked.

"Probably to get your coffee," Kirk answered.

"A Vincespresso is not mere coffee, Kirk." The air of authority in the way Fargo said his name made the admiral realize that Fargo remembered their meeting years before.

"You're not sporting the robes or white hair," Kirk commented.

Fargo grinned. "You wouldn't have believed me if I had looked like this back then."

"I once met a starship commander named Balok. He was about three and a half feet tall, and positively cherubic. He didn't think I'd respect him, so he used a monster puppet to scare me." He took a drink of his brandy and turned to 'Zeus'. "I never make assumptions."

"I see what you mean," Fargo said. "I also see that you heeded my advice."

"It was good advice," Kirk replied. Before he could continue, Guinan reappeared with a sputtering Vincent.

The restaurateur took one look at Fargo and smiled. He turned to Guinan and said, "If you had just told me it was for Fargo, I would have been happy to help. Where's your espresso maker?"

Guinan pointed toward an empty spot on a shelf behind the bar, and a state of the art espresso machine appeared along with everything Vince needed to make his signature drink.

Vince went to work, while Kirk and Fargo watched amusedly. Finally, the coffee was done, and Vince handed the steaming drink to his friend. "There you go, Fargo. If you need anymore, just call." He turned glaring back to Guinan. "Now if you don't mind, I have a wedding to finish catering." The bartender waved her hand, and Vincent disappeared.

"Who are these people?" Kirk asked, indicating the ship they were in.

"They're the descendents of the people you left on the planet where you trained Merlin's children and their friends.

"So, they really did come from Earth," Kirk stated. At Fargo's nod, he continued, "And you've been Galactica's patron saint since then."

"They have no idea that I'm Zeus. They just know me as a janitor."

"You created the Guardian of Forever, and they think you're a janitor?" Kirk was incredulous.

"Well," Fargo said. "It's an effective way to hide. No one ever looks twice at a janitor, and I get into the most sensitive of areas when I clean them."

"He's got a point," Guinan remarked to Kirk.

"Yes, he does," Kirk said ruefully. "Remind me to do a full security check on Starfleet Command's cleaning crew." He eyed the ascended man and asked, "Could you brief the Federation on the Colonials?"

"Admiral, you're asking a lot. I don't think it's appropriate for me to go behind Adama's back. Besides, I've taken care of these people for over five thousand years. I'm not going to leave them now."

"I'm not asking you to," Kirk reassured him. "Do you think Adama could handle the way things actually are?"

"I think so. A lot was told to Adama and his family by Rodney McKay, when they first met."

"Then let's get him and his wife in here so we can talk to several people at once. Probably best to not take them to the Federation just yet."

"I'll get them here if you want to get the rest of the people you need," Guinan offered.

"Good idea," Kirk commended her. He closed his eyes for a moment, then Merlin, The First, and Daniel Jackson appeared at one of the tables. A moment later, Adama and his wife walked into the room. They were taken aback by the largely empty room, but then they spied Guinan standing behind the counter.

"How did you get there so fast?" Bill asked. He looked at the others in the room. "Who are these other people?"

"Commander," Guinan said, "you know Doug, of course, and this is Admiral Kirk, Commander of Starfleet."

Kirk stood and held out his hand. "A pleasure, Commander."

"Likewise," Adama said. "How did you get on my ship without my permission?"

"Commander," Fargo said, "there are some things about the Federation that you are just going to have to take on faith for now." He indicated Merlin as he went on, "An example of which is that this gentleman is Moros."

Adama glared at Fargo for a moment, then commented, "That may very well be true, but why should I take the word of a janitor?"

Jackson stood and walked toward the Adamas. "Do you remember me?" he asked.

Laura looked at him and gasped. "Daniel!"

Bill had still been looking at Fargo, but at her voice he quickly looked at Jackson and his jaw dropped.

"I'll take that to mean that you do," Daniel said. He turned and indicated Fargo. "You should know, Bill, that things aren't always as they appear."

At his words, Adama looked back at Fargo and watched as the man's hair turned white, and his beard grew. As well, his clothing turned into the white robes with gold embroidery that he had worn when Kirk had met him many years before.

"Zeus!" Adama said, incredulous.

"I'd like to bring a few more people to this gathering," Fargo said.

"Of course," Adama was having a hard time believing what was happening, but if Zeus wanted some more people present, he wasn't going to argue.

Daniel stepped up to his old friends and pulled out some chairs for them. "Why don't you two sit down? This is going to take some getting used to."

Fargo had walked over to Merlin and was conferring with him.

"I'll bring whomever you wish, Fargo, or should I call you Zeus?" His eyes were twinkling as he asked the question.

"For now, yeah. We should probably reinforce my alter ego. Also, you should be referred to as Moros for these proceedings."

"Why?" Merlin wanted to know.

"They have a legend that it was Moros who took them to Kobol."

"That's not a legend. It was Daniel Jackson and myself who took them there."

"Yes, Sir. You're very important to them."

Fargo turned to confront the Adamas again. "Commander Adama, Madam President? Are there others in the colonies who should be included at this meeting?"

Laura spoke up. "I would think Zeus, that such a decision would be up to you."

At that moment, several tentacled lights penetrated the room and settled around Fargo. The Adamas were startled to see that in the midst of the tentacles, there were faces on each one. Fargo turned to look at them, and smiled. One, in particular, he strode up to, holding his arms wide. The light flared brighter, then dimmed and it became a humanoid woman in a white robe, similar to Fargo's. She had bright red hair, and held out her arms to him. They met in a passionate embrace, and kissed as if they hadn't seen each other in quite some time.

When they broke the embrace, Fargo turned and saw the Adamas watching him curiously. "This is Holly," he explained. "You know her as Hera, my wife."

Laura stepped forward and bowed, "Pleased to meet you, Hera," she said. Instinctively, she knew that these people did not want worship. She wasn't sure why she knew. She just did.

"I'm glad to meet you, Madam President." Holly gushed. "I'm a huge fan."

The president was surprised at the effusive greeting, and was somewhat taken aback.

"Oh," Holly said, "I've been working in the 'Turbo Boost' on Pegasus, and I keep up with all the local news," she explained.

Merlin stepped forward, "You've been working in a bar?" he asked.

"Hello, Moros. Yeah," she explained, "it's not what I trained for all my life, but it keeps me from being bored. Well, sort of."

"And, just like a janitor, people in the food and drink industry hear things," Fargo said.

"They certainly do," Merlin agreed.

"That's where I've seen you," came the voice of Lee Adama from behind Merlin and Jackson.

"Hi, Captain," Holly said with a smile. To the two Q, she explained, "Captain Adama has worked closely with the CAG on board Pegasus."

Jackson waited for a moment, then turned to face the young man. "Hello, Lee," he said, then his eyes took in the young woman beside the captain. "Hello, Kara."

"Daddy?" There were tears flowing down her face as she embraced her father. After a few minutes, she broke away and asked, "Where's Mom?"

"She's still in the alpha quadrant, Kara. I can take you there later, that is, if Commander Adama okays it. I'll also take Sharon with me. Karl is there as well."

The commander smiled. "Under the circumstances, I don't think I could refuse."

Lee stepped forward. "Dr. Thrace. It's been a long time, Sir."

Jackson shook hands with his son-in-law. "Yes. Yes it has."

Kirk took that moment to interject. "Doctor Jackson, whenever you're ready."

"Oh! Certainly, Sir," Daniel answered.

"Jackson?" Bill Adama asked.

"It's kind of a long story, Bill, but I've been Daniel Jackson for a far greater time than I was Daniel Thrace."

They made their way to some tables that Guinan had arranged in a loose circle, and sat down.

Kirk sat with The First and Daniel Jackson on his left, and Merlin on his right. Across from him sat Bill Adama, with Laura to his right, and Lee and Kara to his left. At the tables in between, on either side, sat the twelve Olympians. There was an empty table to Daniel's left, and suddenly Nefreyu and Kevin Riley entered the room and took places there.

To Merlin's right, an empty chair appeared as Guinan approached the table. She turned to her father and gave him an amused smile. "I'm the hostess, Moros," she told him.

"Meribor," he admonished, knowing full well that the Colonial's would recognize her true name, "you are a vital member of this conference. If you feel it necessary to play hostess, you can do it as a Q."

She started to object, but a soft voice spoke from the far side of Kirk. "Meribor, your father is correct. We need your opinions and expertise in this conference."

Guinan inclined her head, then a copy of her appeared beside each member of the conference, and in unison, they all withdrew pitchers and glasses from their robes. These, they placed on the tables in front of everyone, followed by plates of small sandwiches. Then, there was just the single Guinan who sat down beside her father.

Adama watched her sit, then smiled and observed, "So you're Meribor, daughter of Moros." He looked around at the assembled people. "Is Janus here too?"

"Yes," Guinan confirmed, "I'm Meribor, and thankfully, my brother isn't here."

"It seems," Laura commented, "that without realizing it, we've been playing host to many different…" she hesitated, not knowing what word to use, then continued, "gods."

"Not gods," Moros corrected, "simply advanced beings."

"For many years," Jackson explained, "we've fought those who would pass themselves off falsely as gods."

"Yet if what you say is true, Zeus isn't a god, but he's let us believe that he was for many years," Bill argued.

"If I may," one of the twelve Olympians interjected.

Adama looked at the thin man who spoke with a Aerilon accent. "And you are?" he prompted.

"Doctor John Smith," the man replied. When no one gave any sign of recognition, he muttered, "Oh, for a scrap of psychic paper," before proclaiming, "I'm Apollo, and this is my wife, Athena." Here, he indicated the young blonde woman beside him.

"Just call me Rose," she said.

Adama looked at Zeus for confirmation of what the man was saying. When the Olympian nodded, Bill looked back at Apollo. "Yes, Doctor?"

"None of us have ever desired worship," Smith said. "We are not like the Ori or Goa'uld."

No one said anything for a moment, until Laura responded, dryly, "I'm assuming you'll explain who the Ori and Goa'uld are."

"Those we've fought when they've tried to pass themselves off as gods," Smith explained, with a sly smile.

"I kinda figured that," Kara said, sarcastically.

"The point is," Rose said, "we're not the most powerful beings here." She indicated The First, Kirk, Merlin and Guinan. "The Q are much more powerful. Even if we were inclined, we couldn't cross them."

Seeing Adama's dark look, Smith said under his breath, "I don't think that's what they want to hear, Rose."

"Let's put it another way," Zeus said. "I was talking to Andy Lawson the other day, and he told me about your talk with him and Tuvok. He said you were interested in making friends with other life forms."

"I'm willing to talk, anyway," Adama told him.

"That's great," Riley said, "because that's our goal. You see, finding out who you are has changed things somewhat. You are Iconians, or rather, you were. If you wish to renew that tie, we will be happy to do so."

"We wish to open the lines of communication with our lost brothers and sisters," Nefreyu affirmed.

"Every treaty begins with people willing to communicate," The First said.

Adama nodded, but then said, "What worries me is what Athena said." He waved his hand at the Q and continued, "If you are more powerful than the Olympians, then we haven't really got a choice."

Guinan shook her head. "Commander, Madam President. I am the only person in this room who did not start out where you are now, and the only reason I didn't is because my parents were already Q when I was conceived." She looked carefully at the Adamas and said, "You have nothing to fear from these people. They remember what it was like to be where you are. They even have laws which punish those who interfere harmfully with others."

"The race that I was born of, treasures infinite diversity in infinite combination," Spock said mildly.

"The Q recognize that without people like you, they would not exist," Nefreyu put in.

Seeing that they looked unconvinced, Riley told the Adamas, "I am a normal human being, just like you, and I sit here, the only one of our kind in my camp, telling you that these people can be trusted."

"How far?" Lee wanted to know.

"I served on Admiral Kirk's ship before he became a Q," Riley answered. "Captain Kirk demonstrated his willingness to give everything he could for his crew. Even after he became Q, he remained the commander of Starfleet, a position he still holds. Over and over, he has shown his commitment to the Federation and its members."

"Wait a minute," Kara suddenly said. "You're the only normal human in your camp? What about my father, or do you count him on our side?"

"I'm a Q, Kara," Daniel said simply.