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

by Michele Briere

  They made the rounds, meeting and greeting before finding food and settling at a table. Olivia was in a mood to be held and fed by Sam, so Jack took care of Davy while Daniel answered as many of Stacey’s questions as he could. Starting with why she couldn’t go with them. Her age didn’t seem to be the answer she was looking for.

  “Daniel, have you ever heard of that old wives tale about having children just like you?” Jack asked.

  “I am not like this,” he protested.

  “Yes, you are,” came responses from several other tables nearby. Daniel looked around and glared. He pushed his glasses into place.

  “An intelligent mind needs a constant flow of information,” he said.

  “Daddy, my flow is blocked,” Stacey informed him, patting him on the arm.

  There was laughter all around them as Daniel tried to come up with more answers. Jack noticed Harper was intent on something in the distance. Cassie was walking with Jonathan, talking and listening, their arms around each other’s waist.

  “Oh, chill out, Dean,” Jack told him. “He’s her best friend, that’s all. Go dance with someone.”

  Harper glared for a moment and then took a breath.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Children screeched as they ran around and played, mindful adults keeping them from getting too close to the pond. Without Jonathan to sing, several of the Anunnaki beamed down drums and stringed instruments and got a strong beat going. A few of the women and a couple of elegant, pretty men, danced in a seductive blend of middle eastern and off-world styles. Colonel Reynolds, although as exhausted as the rest of them, was continually running after Harley who had a toddler’s energy and kept trying to get in the way of the dancers.

  “Kevin, let him dance, if he wants to,” Ninurta called out. “He’s fine.”

  “Can I dance, too, Daddy?” Davy asked, looking over his shoulder at Jack.

  “Sure, go for it,” Jack said. Davy slid off his lap and ran out to the dancers. He held his arms out and twirled around. The dancers smiled at him and helped him to coordinate his feet.

  “Well, this looks familiar,” Jack commented, slinging an arm across Daniel’s shoulders.

  “Almost a déjà vu,” Daniel smiled. “He’s come a long way, Jack.”

  “Yes, he has,” Jack nodded.

  “Sir?”

  Jack saw Paul standing nearby.

  “May I introduce you to my family?”

  “Absolutely,” Jack immediately said, and stood for the presentation.

  All in all, seven more people came down at the last minute from Oregon and California. Most of Paul’s family were either his own generation or the next younger. They were proud of Paul as they stood somewhat rebelliously behind him.

  “While everyone was away, Cassie showed me around,” Rebecca told him. “Seeing how many people were standing with Paul made me realize how wrong our parents are being. We decided to make a united front. If the parents are going to condemn one, they’ll need to condemn all of us.” Even the man in the yarmulke agreed.

  “Power to the people,” Daniel said, smiling and shaking hands.

  “I think some of this may have been my own fault,” Paul admitted. “I assumed that since my parents and their siblings rejected me, my own generation would, too. I didn’t ask.”

  Daniel tugged gently on an ear in reprimand. “Martyr complex,” Daniel informed him.

  The man in the yarmulke, Shafir, put an arm on Paul’s shoulder. “He was always reticent to express himself. It probably didn’t help that our faith is very opposed to homosexuality. I’ve known people to commit suicide over the internal war. I’m glad Paul has found his peace.”

  “Shafir is a councilor,” Paul told them. “He talks like this all the time.”

  “I have a question,” Jack said, raising his hand. Daniel and Paul were slightly worried. “Why do you have a name from the New Testament?”

  They relaxed.

  “It’s just the American version of Saul.”

  Paul’s family also relaxed at discovering that the general wasn’t intimidating like generals were shown to be in movies. A few of them had books to be signed, which Jack, Daniel, and Sam willingly signed before Paul excused the group to go and find Walter.

  “Jaaaaaack…….”

  There was good-natured laughter as Jonathan leaned against the microphone. Jack pointed to his throat and waved.

  “Get up here, Jack.”

  “You may as well,” Sam said, jiggling the baby on her knees.

  People clapped, laughing as they encouraged Jack to his feet.

  “Jonathan Charles!”

  “Shit,” Jack moaned, putting his face in his hands. Maggie stood up and pointed to the stage, much to the entertainment of the crowd.

  “On one condition,” Jack said, standing up.

  “What condition?” Jonathan asked.

  “Daniel plays the piano.”

  Daniel went to the front and started pounding out Chop Sticks as people laughed.

  “Hey, Daniel.” He looked up and saw Harper waiting. “I’ve been meaning to ask –why the piano? You can’t take it on digs. Wouldn’t a guitar have been more useful?”

  “Maybe,” Daniel acknowledged. “But I had run into a couple of finds that seemed to be musical and there was a piano nearby, so I learned the scales in order to use the tones. That was an interesting…..”

  “Daniel!” several people yelled, laughing. Daniel pouted for a moment.

  “Okay,” he said. He turned and pounded on the keyboard. “And now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain….. Oh, sorry, Paul, wrong theme….”

  “Come to me, cover, hold me, Together we'll break these chains of love…. No, not that one…..”

  “I said Hey Dizzy Mama let me go into your…. Oh, no, not in front of the kids….”

  “Dizzy, dizzy, let’s see….Dizzy, I’m so dizzy my head is spinning, Like a whirlpool it never ends….” Daniel paused and looked at Jack.

  “I know that one,” Jack said, shaking his head at Daniel’s antics as the guests laughed. They entertained with a few oldies with Daniel finally losing Jack with the Purple People Eater. Jonathan kicked them off the porch and went back to Paul’s requested list.

  “Why does he goad me into that?” Jack asked as they caught their breath.

  “For the same reason Davy likes to dance,” Daniel said. “It’s good for you.” He planted his mouth on Jack’s for a moment and then released him to go and dance with their kids.

  “I don’t know why you fuss about it,” Sam said. Olivia was asleep in the crook of her arm and Sam wasn’t of a mind to set her down anywhere. “You have fun, so what’s the deal?”

  “I sound like a frog,” Jack complained.

  Sam smiled at him. “You sound fine,” she assured him once more. “Your voice is a little husky, but you’re enjoyable to listen to. In fact, I like it even more when you croon into my ear when we’re taking a bath.” Unable to resist, Jack smiled and kissed her while Mary smiled indulgently next to them. Sam was discovering the friendship of other women, a welcome change from her life with mostly men.

  “Oh, way TMI,” Matthew said as he came up to them.

  “Hey, you just wait,” Jack told him, pulling the boy into a loose choke hold. “Bubbles are a good thing.”

  “Noooo, Daaad,” Matty complained as he wiggled. “I want to go to the mall with Vinnie and Rob and Tommy.” The young boy was enjoying his visit to his old home and seemed more relaxed. Even Tommy’s mother seemed to have a healthy glow about her.

  “Alright,” Jack said, releasing him. “Go home and change your clothes, first, and call me if you go anyplace else. Eight PM. You may have forty dollars out of my stash.”

  “Thank you!”

  “Don’t spend it all on crap!”

  “I will!”

  “I thought he’d sleep for days, after the weekend you guys had,” Mary said. Harley was finally asleep and napping against her shoulder.
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  “He’s a boy,” Jack shrugged. “He slept for about nine hours and then he was on the go again.”

  “Jack’s brother Michael was down for the count until just before the ceremony,” Sam told Mary. “Called this morning and did nothing and complain about all his aches and pains. He forced himself out of bed.”

  “He’s an old man,” Jack said, the side of his mouth tipping up in amusement. He flexed an arm, making a muscle. Sam shot a napkin at him. Jack’s cell phone rang.

  “O’Neill. Hey, Andy, what’s up? Who? Where is he? Alright, thanks; I’ll deal with it.”

  “Do we have anyone in orbit?” he asked Sam.

  “Just the Heaven’s Bow,” she said. “What’s going on?”

  Jack looked around and motioned to Reynolds. “Colonel, take a couple of guys and get over to the Mountain Deli on 3rd. Corporal Servi has apparently parted with a fuse and is zatting the cold cuts.”

  As Reynolds nodded, kissed his wife and touched his son’s head and left after motioning to his team, Jack had an image in his head. He looked around and swiped a crayon from the kids’ table. Sam and Mary watched him begin drawing on a napkin. It only took five minutes before he paused, considered his sketch, and then nodded. He handed it to Sam.

  “It’s a zat,” she said, looking from the napkin to Jack.

  “It’s how to turn off the third setting,” he said. “I don’t think they were meant to stay on a 3-zat setting. It was probably a war-time thing and the Jaffa didn’t know to change it back.”

  She looked at it again and patted his shoulder. “Good Jack. It’s a start.”

  “And let’s find out why Corporal Servi has a zat, shall we?”

  Daniel came up behind Sam and gently lifted the baby from her, handed Olivia to Jack, and took Sam’s hand. Jack watched them head to the dancing section of the grass.

  “So. Mary. How’s tricks?”

  The party list had been small, just immediate friends. Paul wasn’t too sure that anyone else would be interested, but Daniel convinced him to invite a few of the SGC and HomeSec personnel that he had worked closely with over the past year. Paul was sure they would make an excuse not to attend, but to his surprise almost everyone on his list accepted. Some of the old-timers like Mrs. Arthur politely refused. The new Mrs. Hammond made her regrets only because the timing was bad; her youngest daughter was in labor and she and George were heading to Maine to greet the new grandbaby. Ronnie showed up, and on the arm of Nyan who was almost a complete head shorter. Jack wondered exactly how much Nyan was aware of with his new date.

  What stunned Paul more was the addition of his own family. His cousins chided him for not contacting them sooner. Not all of them were so conservative. They lived in California and Oregon, for the love of G-d! Jack made a mental note to send out invitations to his own family for their summer cookout. Joey had already knocked him in the shoulder and threatened to arrest him, if he didn’t keep the lines of communication open.

  “Mary, is it a good thing for our kids to be making eyes at each other?” Jack asked, looking out over Olivia’s tiny shoulder. Mary followed his gaze. Katie and Josh were sitting close and smiling shyly at each other as they talked.

  “Well, I supposed I can deal with you as a possible in-law,” Mary informed him.

  “Much better than Malek,” Jack muttered.

  “I’ve met Malek,” she said. “I thought he was a very nice person.”

  “He has a snake in him, Mary.”

  Harley was waking up and she wiped the sleep-sweat from his face with a napkin dampened with water.

  “Isn’t there a difference between Tok’ra and Goa’uld?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he reluctantly admitted.

  “So you’re damning him for the color of his skin?”

  Jack looked at her from over Olivia’s shoulder. “Kevin has lived with you for how long?”

  “I have allowed him to live for twenty years come this November.”

  “I thought this was a patriarchy?” he asked the sky.

  “That’s a fallacy,” Mary commented, pressing kisses to her son’s round cheeks.

  Jack looked suspiciously at her.

  “Davis!” he called out. “Remind me to have a conference with Colonel Reynolds.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Jack.” Inanna came up and sat, buzzing Olivia before handing Jack her palm pilot. “We need to talk.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Jack sighed. He put Olivia down and she immediately grabbed legs, trying to keep on her feet before falling to her knees. She wasn’t happy about it, and then spotted Daniel and Sam and began a determined crawl toward them. Adults carefully stepped around her and made sure she was safe from big people feet.

  Henry would be relocating to Colorado come the following January after officially transferring the reigns of the presidency to whomever won the November elections. The HomeSec council had accepted Henry’s nomination as the Tau’ri representative to the United Worlds council. When not dealing with galactic issues, Henry would be a full-time grandpa.

  The world was beginning a steadily increasing demand for alien technology and alien cures, and Henry’s current job was to study up on projects and determine the order of what would be released to the public, when, and the timeline. Henry thought it would be easy until he was handed the list of projects verses needs. Once he was the Tau’ri representative, he was going to have to think as a Tau’ri, not an American.

  Inanna needed Jack to look through a few borderline admissions to the unification. The council was split down the middle and unable to come to an agreement. Just before Jack put his two-cents on the board, he paused.

  “I’m missing something,” he guessed, seeing Inanna in her ‘waiting for him to get it’ mode.

  “Are you?” she asked. “What?” She was speaking Ancient. Daniel or Sam had gotten to her.

  He thought about it. “I can’t reach across the galaxy,” he told her. She shrugged.

  “Maybe, maybe not,” she admitted. “The Ancients can tell when someone violates their laws from anywhere in the universe.”

  Jack carefully considered her. “Why don’t you read them?” he asked.

  She smiled. “I could,” she said with a nod. “But how would that help everyone else? If we know that one proposed representative has a negative agenda and we refuse to allow the planet in because of that person, how do we know that the person wasn’t set to be immediately replaced by someone who DID represent the good of the planet? We can’t judge an entire civilization based on one idiot. Take your former president as an example.”

  Jack lifted an eyebrow and considered only the summary commentaries on the screen. “Point,” he acknowledged. Both Inanna and Bre’tac gave a tentative thumb’s up, so Jack granted a provisionary status.

  “You contacted Argos?” he questioned, seeing the planet on the list. “Do you really think they’re ready to take on the galaxy? They haven’t even cut their primary molars yet.”

  “They are an innocent people, yes. A visiting SG team mentioned the United Worlds and the people all agreed that they wanted to discover what they’ve been missing.” Inanna frowned in memory. “It’s a terrible thing that was done to them, I agree; I have volunteered to look after them myself. I explained to them how a few of us take on the role of mentor for certain civilizations and they were grateful for the guidance. Their growth should prove interesting. Jack, I do ask that you grant me this favor.”

  He thought about it. “This will be a seriously big favor,” he warned. “I don’t think they’re ready.”

  “No, they’re not,” she agreed. “Which is why I’d like to be their guide. And I accept the onus.”

  “Alright,” he said, shaking his head as he signed the list.

  “Jack, you should know that Edora is on our agenda.”

  He sat back, watching the party settle into small, friendly discussion groups. Paul and Nick were surrounded by cousins all intent on updating Paul with information and g
etting the low-down on his life during the past ten years.

  “She asked after you. She’s happy, Jack; she remarried. Would you like to….”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. After being stranded on Edora for three months when their gate was buried, he fought it, but knew he had to survive. She wasn’t the woman he wanted, but he could have survived with her and her son. He may have even fallen in love with them. Almost. “I’m glad she’s doing well. Add Edora to the Protected Worlds list. I’ll sign it.”

  Inanna nodded and stood. She pressed her mouth to the top of his head and took her note pad back.

  “Salim, ahu,” she murmured, touching his cheek and going to find something to eat.

  Jack searched himself and found that he was at peace with his decision. He had been right to leave Laira. It was loneliness that had made his initial decision to stay on Edora, and it had been Sam and Daniel that made him return home. He was fine with it. Davy leaned against his knees, holding his face up. Jack smiled and stroked his cheek.

  “Daddy, will I get married one day?” he asked.

  “I hope so,” Jack said. “Do you have anyone in mind?”

  “No,” Davy smiled and shook his head. “Is it okay if I marry a girl and a boy like you did?”

  Jack studied him. “Do you like boys, too?”

  “I guess so,” Davy said, lifting a shoulder. “I think some boys are pretty just like I think some girls are pretty.”

  “As long as you are happy, you can marry anyone you want,” Jack told him, stroking a lock of silky hair from the boy’s face. “You need a haircut again.”

  Later in the evening, Jack was still smiling to himself as he stepped out of the shower and returned to the bedroom.

  “What are you smiling about?” Sam asked, taking off her earrings.

  “Davy,” Jack said and told them about his conversation with the boy.

  “Not surprising,” Daniel said around a pen in his mouth. He took the pen out. “He sees a person’s heart, not their gender.”

  Since Sam was ‘indisposed,’ Jack crawled onto Daniel, dislodging the notebook.

  “You know, one of these days I’m going to make you say pretty please first,” Daniel informed him as Jack wiggled Daniel’s pajama bottoms off.