The Ancient
The Ancient
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Title: The Ancient
Author: Kalithja
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate,
nor do I pretend to.
Dedication: To Macguyver
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Feedback: Always appreciated.
Archive: FF.n, AFF.n,
KAoW
A/N: This is the Sequel to ‘The Terminal’, if you don’t read
that first, this won’t make a lick of sense. You can find The Terminal here:
And yes, I DO mean
Epilogue. This is technically the last
chapter, but for the sake of something new, it’s going to be the first.
Thanks to all of my ‘Terminal’ reviewers.
Chapter One: Epilogue
“So, do you have a name?”
“The First Protector and Keeper of the
Gateways.”
Jack rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair with a
heave sigh. “Anything…
normal?”
The Keeper didn’t respond – it wasn’t a question meant to be
answered.
Jack frowned. “So,
Keep’ why didn’t you tell us you were an Ancient?”
She once again did not respond, just merely kept eye contact
with the Colonel.
“Talk much?” He asked
sarcastically.
He waited a moment.
“Any pets?
“Where is Dr. Jackson?”
“She speaks!
him.” He told her, leaning forward in
his chair bringing his face close to hers.
“And I know you lust after Major Carter.”
“What makes you think that?”
Jack asks, a bit taken aback.
“The way you took advantage of your situation while trapped
in a time loop.”
Jacks jaw dropped. “Just how the hell do you—“
He was interrupted by the opening of the large steel
door.
“Hey Jack, annoy her enough yet?”
his neck as he entered the room.
“She,” Jack began, pointing in the Keepers face, “Is a dirty
little spy.”
Daniel was quiet for a moment before pushing his glasses up
and glancing at Jack, “That’s nice.”
Daniel continued to stare at him for some time before finally giving him
a clue, “Bye, Jack.”
Jack stood and walked to the door, pausing to give the Keep
one final good glare then leaving, shutting the door behind him with a loud
bang.
Daniel stood in front seat opposite the one the Keeper
currently occupied. She sat straight,
her face void of any emotion. “I’m,” Daniel pulled up his pant legs slightly
before sitting, “I’m sorry about having to leave you with him.
Luckily Daniel didn’t expect a reply, because he didn’t get
one.
“You know, I kinda liked it better
when you answered in questions. At least
then you actually spoke.”
“Something is bothering you.”
“Yes, something is bothering me.” He confirmed.
“This something has to do with me.”
“Yes, it does.” He nodded once.
“Do not concern yourself with me.”
“I’m afraid it isn’t that easy.”
Silence set amongst them for several long minutes.
“They don’t trust you.” Daniel told her in a hushed voice.
“I know,”
She replied just as quietly.
“I trust you.” He told her even more softly.
“I know,” Was her almost inaudible reply.
“I am so sorry.” His voice cracked with emotion.
“It isn’t your fault.”
“They’re going to—“
“I know.” She stopped him from finishing his sentence.
“I want to help you.”
She didn’t respond this time, because she knew and Daniel
realized that.
“But, I don’t know how.”
Her once expressionless face took on a caring appearance.
She shushed Daniel gently as he slid into her embrace.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured once more before the door opened
again.
“Don’t be.” She
whispered into his hair before letting him go and standing.
“Don’t try to get away.” Seethed Colonel
States Government.”
“You son of a bitch.” Daniel said,
still sitting in his chair, staring at the wall in front of him.
“Excuse me?”
Daniel Jackson correctly.
“You heard me,”
colonel “You are a bastard.”
by the collar of his shirt harshly.
Daniel was almost immediately knocked in the side of the head by the
blunt end of a pistol. He fell to the ground on his hands and knees before
rolling over onto his back moaning in pain and holding the side of his face.
It felt like hours passed by in those few seconds; not a
sound was made. Daniels now blood soaked
hand fell to his side and he gazed up at the women he had become so close to
recently. She gracefully and silently
fell to her knees in one swift motion beside Daniel.
“I always forget how you can do that; move without making a
sound.” He was talking quietly enough
that it was doubtful Mayborne or any of his goons
could hear him.
She smiled down upon him lightly and brushed his hair back
before kissing his forehead softly. “
“Daniel.” He reminded her.
“Daniel.” She continued
to smile at him, even as the rough hand grabbed her and pulled her to her feet
and led her from the room.
Daniel curled up on his side and buried his face in his
hands, letting his tears flow freely.
It would be some time before he realized the wound on his
head was gone.