The Anunnaki Unification, Book 3: A Stargate SG-1 Fan Fiction Story

by Michele Briere

  “And she doesn’t want to get beamed around,” Paul said. “She started quoting Star Trek and talking about her molecules getting mixed up. She told her father she’s going to Utah for an interview, and she's flying in to Denver, driving here.”

  “That’s pretty weak,” Sam commented. “Never worked on my father.”

  Jack looked up again. “Oh? Where did you go?”

  She smiled and took a bite of her jam-covered toast. “To Miami,” she said. “Spring Break.” She held the toast for Olivia. The baby liked the taste of the sweet strawberry as her excited wiggling attested.

  “You rebel, you,” Jack said. “Wish I had known; I like you in a swimsuit. If we could only get you into a bikini….”

  “Nice try,” she informed him. Olivia held her sticky fingers out for Fang to wash. “Honey, don’t do that,” Sam told her. “Doggy germs.” She took the baby into the kitchen and put her hands under the faucet. While Sam’s back was turned, Jack fed Fang a finger-full of jam.

  “How’d your day of Ancient go?” Paul asked.

  Jack rolled his eyes. “It went,” he said. “Gave myself a headache. I didn’t know I knew all those words.”

  “I’m not wearing this!”

  They turned to Nick who came out of the bedroom with Daniel and a tailor behind him. He was tugging at the dark teal cummerbund around his waist.

  “Why? You look very handsome,” Paul told him, standing to go and adjust Nick’s tie. “And the color does match your eyes.”

  “I look like a southwestern poser,” Nick informed him. “I want it leather.”

  “Would you rather I had chosen pink?” Paul asked, arms crossed. Nick’s eyes narrowed.

  “Alright, guys.” Daniel separated them. “Nick, we would tell you if something looked wrong on you. The teal is fine. Paul, you need your pants adjusted a little; you’ve lost a couple pounds.” Jack raised an eyebrow and buried himself in the paper again.

  “Nerves,” Paul complained, rubbing his stomach as he followed the tailor into the bedroom.

  “Nick, are you sure there isn’t anyone we could fly in to be with you?” Sam asked. Olivia held out her arms and Nick took her.

  “There isn’t anyone, thank you, Sam.” She draped a cloth over his shoulder, protecting his suit from baby drool.

  Someone beamed into the middle of the living room.

  “Hello.”

  Jack groaned. “It’s Lenny and Squiggy.”

  Jonathan flicked a finger at him and took Olivia from Nick. He pressed kisses to her round cheeks, making her gurgle and smile.

  “Squawk!”

  “I wanted that,” they heard Ninurta complain from the kitchen. Jerrie came out, hands on her hips.

  “If those two are going to mess up my kitchen, they can clean it,” she declared.

  “Don’t mess the kitchen!” Jack yelled back.

  Running steps were on the stairs and Davy came in and flung himself at Jonathan. Sam took Olivia from him and let Davy climb over Jonathan who groaned under the weight and fell to the floor.

  “Where’s Daka?” Jack asked.

  “On the ship,” Shara said, watching the two on the floor. “We didn’t exactly get permission to adopt him, so we’re a little concerned about showing his face on the planet.”

  “No, really?” Jack asked, his eyes wide in mock-surprise. “Bring him down, let him play. If anyone says anything, we will deal with it.”

  More people beamed in. Inanna, Enki, and Erra. Inanna passed around a few royal kisses and plucked at Nick’s collar.

  “Look at you, handsome,” she commented. “I like the leather, but this works, too.”

  “See?” Paul informed him as he came out to see what the commotion was about. Inanna planted a sisterly kiss of congratulations on his cheek. His cell phone rang and he excused himself. “No!” everyone heard from the bedroom. Paul came out, white-faced. “The rabbi has tonsillitis!”

  Daniel took the cell phone and tossed it to the couch. “You have a house full of people capable of handfasting you guys, so relax and pick someone.”

  Paul immediately grabbed Daniel's arms, a wild look in his eyes. “You do it! Please please please!!!”

  Ninurta came out of the kitchen munching on a bagel.

  “He is NOT wearing that to the ceremony,” came a shocked voice from the bedroom doorway. They looked at the tailor. The man was staring aghast at Ninurta.

  “You don’t like it?” Ninurta asked, flicking at his worn leather kilt.

  “No, he won’t be wearing leather,” Paul assured the man. “He knows how to dress up. Let’s just deal with my pants.” He ushered the man back into the bedroom with Jonathan trailing behind.

  “Must he sing?” Jack asked plaintively.

  “Yes!” Paul called out from the bedroom.

  Jack looked around. “I am still the general, right?”

  “For the moment,” Daniel said, tossing a spoon at him.

  Enki sat at the table and stared at Jack. Jack stared back.

  “Fang needs a walk,” Jack decided.

  “He went thirty minutes ago,” Sam reminded him. “Do we need to sit on you to keep you down?”

  Jack considered it. “Would you?”

  She smiled and squeezed his cheeks, puckering his lips, and pecking them.

  “I don’t know how I did it, it just happened,” Jack informed Enki. He assumed the old man was staring at him in expectation of conversation regarding the red line in the grass.

  “You’re stubborn, Jack,” Enki told him. Someone snickered.

  “Not,” Jack said, frowning. “A little. Maybe.”

  “Want to see something interesting?” Daniel asked Enki. He tossed the old man a magazine. “He finished that book in two days.”

  Enki flipped through the puzzle book, taking a moment to figure out the various types of puzzles.

  “Even the advanced puzzles,” he noted. “Relatively easy, actually. These are advanced for you?” he asked Daniel.

  “For a lot of people,” Daniel said with a nod. “We’ve been working on his vocabulary for a few years through crossword puzzles, but it’s only recently that he’s been speeding through these.”

  Jack looked at the men and shrugged. “What? They were easy.”

  “And two years ago you would have been trying to find someone to cheat off of to get them finished,” Daniel reminded him. “Jack, those advanced pages are Mensa puzzles. And you whizzed through them –with a pen. You were not really a slouch in the brains department before this, you were just lazy about it. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were closing in on Sam’s IQ. You’re definitely past mine. A couple of those puzzles were giving me headaches.”

  “I don’t know what it is with you guys,” Sam commented. “Col. Shepherd hides it, too. I had an email from McKay…..”

  “He emails you?” Jack questioned.

  “Unfortunately,” Sam said. “He discovered that Shepherd coasts through Mensa tests, too. Rodney is feeling snubbed. Shepherd won’t join the Atlantis Mensa club.”

  Jack considered asking the obvious questions and changed his mind.

  “What’s menses puzzles?” Davy asked, climbing onto Jack’s lap. The adults smiled at the verbal error.

  “Mensa is a group of smart people,” Daniel told him. “It’s just the name of their group. They use very hard puzzles to test people. To see how well they learn.”

  “Oh.” Davy thought about it. “Is Daddy a smart people?”

  “He doesn’t think so, but he is,” Daniel assured him.

  “I think so, too,” Davy said, putting an end to the argument.

  Jack poked him. “Why don’t you go help Paul with his pants?”

  “He’s a big boy, Daddy, he knows how to fix his pants,” Davy explained.

  “Oh, right,” Jack nodded. “Then how about you go out and play?”

  “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  David gave a big, put-upon sig
h and slid off Jack’s lap.

  The phone rang and Jerrie answered it in her room.

  “Jack, it’s a Dr. Hyman from the hospital,” she said from around the door. “He has a question about Katie.”

  “Dr. Hyman?” Jack questioned. “Are you serious? Please tell me he isn’t an OB/GYN.”

  She handed him the phone.

  “O’Neill. Yes, Doctor, I’m aware of it; file it under current weirdness and just let her help. Dr. Lam can assist you in directing Katie’s education. Thank you, I appreciate your concern.”

  “Apparently Katie is diagnosing people by looking at them and it’s beginning to irritate the medical staff,” he told the group after he hung up. He drummed his fingers on the table for a moment.

  “Most of the kids I’ve met seem to be doing odd things,” he commented. “A few aren’t doing much of anything except being kids. All of ours are off the charts, even Miss Thing, here.” He tugged gently on Olivia’s toes. She was currently nestled against Ninurta’s chest. “She seems to be a couple months ahead. Catching onto words easier than her brothers and sister did, trying to walk already. Davy senses people’s emotions, Katie, like I said –diagnosing people. Matthew finds depth and connections in information, Stacey picks up languages faster than light-speed and her drawing is getting better.”

  “She’s pretty good at guessing the three-dimensional shape of something if she sees only one side,” Daniel told them. “Her dimensions are excellent.”

  “And one of Mason’s sons, Keith, hears music,” Jack said. Sam nodded.

  “Yes, especially in electricity,” she said. “The smallest amount has a musical tone for him. He likes the naquadah better; says its tone is more even and tranquil.”

  “The National Educators latest newsletter says they’re contemplating giving all primary, secondary, and college level students a new placement test to see if we’re imagining things,” Daniel commented. “The entire curriculum may need to be changed.”

  Enki was in contemplation as he pulled on his beard.

  “I think it’s Katie, Matthew, and possibly David who may need to be watched,” he suggested. “All of their talents have far-reaching possibilities. We don’t know where Olivia is going, yet, but Zu had some interesting commentary on her. David might be able to hear a lie or omission, but it’s Matthew, especially, who will need direction. His talent could be used for negative purposes.”

  “Information,” Jack said. Enki nodded. “He isn’t up for that kind of pressure. He’s learning self-defense, but I can’t see him becoming someone like…. Well, Nick, for the lack of a better example. Matty isn’t ‘covert’ material.”

  “Not now,” Daniel conceded. “But we don’t know what kind of man he will become.”

  “I believe in nurture over nature,” Jack said. “Matty will be fine.”

  “I know he will, Jack, he’s a terrific kid. I’m just saying…..,” Daniel argued.

  Sam put a hand on his arm. “You’re saying life happens,” she clarified. “All we can do is love the kids and raise them the best we can. The rest is up to them.”

  Daniel pointed and nodded.

  “I agree, Jack,” Enki said. “Unless something extreme happens, Matthew is too gentle a person to act covertly. Don’t worry about him. I think, though, you might want to teach him that not everyone who crosses his path will be as ethical as he is.”

  “You do realize he managed to change the subject?” Daniel asked the old man. Enki twinkled.

  “Oh, I have several thousands of years experience in dealing with precocious boys like him.”

  Ninurta ignored him.

  “I asked him to turn my coffee mug from brown to lapis,” Daniel said. “I think his focus needs focus. My cup is now one big piece of lapis.”

  “Yeah, and what’s the point of me being able to do this stuff?” Jack interjected. “I’m not Superman, I’m not going to fly around the world turning water into wine.”

  Daniel looked at him. “Very good, Jack; nice choice. And speaking of religion…..”

  “No.”

  Thankfully, Jack was saved by the bell. The phone, actually. Someone needed Daniel at his lab. Paul wasn’t happy to be minus Daniel the day before his handfasting, but Jack offered him Olivia’s help. Paul turned on his heel and went back to the bedroom and the tailor.

  “You be nice,” Sam scolded. “He was invaluable to our handfasting, you should be more supportive of his.”

  Jack sighed and stuck his head in to apologize. He then escaped the madhouse and stopped in to see his mother. At least she could be counted on to feed him. The peanut butter cookies were nice and warm and chewy as he dunked them into the cold milk.

  Maggie put a few dishes away and sat across from him.

  “I’ve been trying to understand this thing you did,” she said worriedly. “That red line they said you made in the grass. And this healing thing you do.”

  “Believe me, Mom, I’m trying to understand it, too,” he said. “Some people can do things because of genetics. Remember I told you about the Ancients living here on Earth so long ago? Some of them mated with humans. Their genes are still in some people. You know all those stories about Irish magic and stuff? A lot of the old Celts had the genes.

  You and Dad had their genes. It’s the luck of the draw that I can do a few things. Between those genes and something that happened to me a few years ago, I can do a lot more than most people with the genes.”

  “Does your brother have these genes?” she asked.

  “Yes, of course,” Jack nodded. “But his didn’t turn on in his brain the same way mine did. He can use some of the Ancient stuff, if he wanted to, but that’s about it.”

  “Do the kids have them?” she asked.

  “No,” Jack shook his head. “The genes need to come from both parents. Olivia didn’t have them to pass on to Megan, and neither Megan nor Andrew had them to pass on to the kids. The stuff the kids are doing is just part of the leap process.”

  She thought about it and shook her head. “Well, it’s all beyond me,” she concluded. “I remember a number of times I heard my mother say, “Well, I never…” and I do believe this is one of those times.”

  Jack chuckled and nodded. “I remember Gram saying that, too,” he said. “I think she would have rapped my ears for my latest choices.”

  “She would have chased you around the neighborhood with a switch for your latest choices,” Maggie informed him with a knowing waggle of a finger.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Michael found him at their mother’s house just before Jack was about to leave.

  “No.”

  “Jack…..”

  “I said no.” Jack stood his ground, feet almost dug into the floor itself. “I do not have to defend my opinion. I could care less what someone else believes; I am not going to defend my beliefs and lack thereof.”

  Michael sighed and sat. “Jack, no one is asking you to defend yourself. We want to hear your opinion, that’s all.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you have overturned the entire apple cart and the world is interested,” Michael said. “Billions of people DO believe, in whatever manner they see as Truth, and they are looking to their religious leaders for answers. The leaders need to consider your opinion because of who you are. Jack, you have the entire world in the palm of your hands. Everyone watches your every move.”

  Jack’s eyes grew bigger. “That’s….. I’m getting better shades for our bedroom window.”

  “Your sex life is a different subject,” Michael said dryly. “It’s minor compared to whether or not there is a God. Jack, we need to understand. I know there’s information that no one can have, I made you a promise and I will keep it, but some people are wondering what you are NOT telling them. People are not stupid, Jack, they can read between the lines and you’ve left some very big openings, and once Daniel’s book hits the shelves in a couple weeks, people are really going to be looking for answers. The leadersh
ip needs as much information as you can provide.”

  “Then talk to Daniel,” Jack whined.

  “We have been,” Michael said. “And he’s been a great deal of help. Our problem with him is that he speaks our language instead of letting us in on his own personal beliefs.”

  The eyes narrowed. “Oh, really?”

  Daniel was tracked down in his new lab at HomeSec. He was oblivious to Jack’s entrance until Jack silently came to a halt at his back. Daniel’s hands were inside large, rubber gloves, working under a sterile hood.

  “Please don’t make me drop this,” Daniel said carefully. He was attempting to separate a sodden mass. It was found in a swamp and local archaeologists asked him if he had a way of fixing it so that they could figure out what it was.

  “Why don’t you just dry it out?” Jack asked.

  “Because it would disintegrate. Not that I don’t treasure your presence…..”

  “I’ve agreed to go to the meeting tonight,” Jack said. Daniel paused, almost dropping his mess.

  “Okay.”

  “You’ll come with me, right?”

  “Of course, I will. I’m glad you’re doing this, Jack. Go away?”

  Jack went away. His cell phone rang on his way to his office. There was probably a pile of papers that needed to be signed.

  “O’Neill.” He paused as he listened. “Yes, I agree. Get all teams rerouted to the planet, I’ll call in the ships.”

  He hit the comm as he jogged to his office. People jumped out of the way; their general wasn’t usually rushed about anything, but when he was…..

  “Sam, you and Paul get into uniform and get moving. We’re sending everyone out to meet up with the Jaffa. Some planet was hit by a very large asteroid and there are a couple million people to evacuate. Apparently it took out a chunk the size of Texas.”

  Abigail took one look at her boss and began to prepare for holding down the fort. Jack hit the intercom on his desk as he sent out an all-call from his computer. “Daniel, drop the mud and find me a planet. P7X-893 needs an emergency evacuation. Get a gate address for them. We need it yesterday.”