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

by Michele Briere

  “……there are also rumors of military personnel being healed after General O’Neill visited their hospital rooms,” the reporter said. “There is a report of General O’Neill being shot, yes, shot, ladies and gentlemen, in the chest, injuring a lung, and yet he is out of the hospital within forty-eight hours.”

  “Get Sam out of the shower,” Jack told Daniel. “And round up the rest of the kids.” He picked up the phone and called the guard house, putting them on alert.

  The news image switched to a man whose identity was obscured.

  “The general isn’t the only one with odd things happening,” the man said. “His daughter volunteers at the Academy Hospital and she has a remarkable degree of…..”

  Jack picked up the phone again. “Are you watching the news? Look at Channel 8. Hell might be about to break loose.”

  “You still want me to ignore this?” he asked when Daniel came out of the bedroom with Sam right behind him. She was dripping wet and wrapping a towel around her body.

  “Yes, for now,” Daniel quickly said. “We already have the story of leaping to back us up; we can pin all this on that. Just let this happen, Jack. We knew it would come out eventually.”

  “We have a leak,” Sam said as she watched the news. “Who the hell would know about you being shot? It was on the base and you were operated on upstairs.”

  “No, I want him to…. never mind, I can deal with it a lot faster,” Jack said into the phone. “Call Washington and warn Maynard and Hayes. I don’t know yet. Daniel is still telling us to sit on it. His weirdness radar has been a little off lately, but he’s usually right.”

  “In researching this story, we came up with something unexpected,” the reporter was saying. “All over the world, there are stories just like these beginning to crop up. Millions of children are doing unusual things and learning at an elevated speed, and a few are going the extra mile. Although spontaneous healing, such as General O’Neill has been seen to do, has been spotted in a few other people, no one seems to be doing anything as advanced as O’Neill. Watch this home video of the general in action.” A video was shown of Jack yelling and a red line suddenly appearing in the green grass. “Not hours later, that patch of grass was dug up and removed by government officials. General O’Neill’s oldest son is seldom seen and mysteriously absent, any threatening elements have disappeared, his neighborhood is guarded by Special Forces, and his house is a no-fly zone. There is also a report of a cadet from the Air Force Academy who was taken abruptly out of class a year early and given a field promotion. According to the young man’s family, he is on a special assignment off-world. Students at the Academy say that this young man, Grant Kendrick, was able to read minds! Yes, you heard me, folks –read minds!”

  Jack made another phone call and put the base on alert. “Call Kalam,” he told Landry. “Tell them to stay away, and for God’s sake, keep Kendrick out of the area completely! Send a couple of SF to Kendrick’s folks and make sure they’re alright.”

  The door opened and Paul came in, holding the earwig as he talked quietly into it. Nick came in after and shut the door.

  “…no, sir, he is advising that we hold,” Paul said into the tiny filter. He and Nick stood and watched the news, waiting for Jack to issue an order. “Well, sir, the leaping information would actually take care of it. I’m putting together a statement for the press. Yes, sir.”

  Nick opened his mouth and Jack held up a hand. He closed his eyes and concentrated. After a moment, he went into his den and quickly ran over the bookcase until he found what he was looking for. He pulled it down and rapidly skimmed through it, scanning faces. He stopped.

  “Get me this man,” he said, tapping the picture and handing the book to Nick. The man memorized the face and the name and left the house. Jack picked up the phone again. “George, I’m sending Nick to fetch one of your kids. Sorry, if I’m stepping on toes. Again. Oh, I’m a little ticked. I also want to know who the leak in the hospital is. I’m going to look at ID’s in a moment. My bigger concern is who leaked my medical records. There are extremely few people who have access to those. No, not yet. I’ll let you know. Thanks, George.”

  Katie slowly came down the stairs, hearing the commotion.

  “No one goes nowhere alone today,” Jack told her. “Josh may come here and visit, but I don’t want you outside without an escort. That means one of us or a guard.”

  The door opened again and Michael came in. “Jack, what….?”

  “Mike, I really need you to stay with Mom for a while,” Jack said. “I’ll send a couple SF with you. I don’t want her bothered. And unplug her phone.”

  “The SF have this neighborhood blocked off to anyone except locals,” Michael said. “They weren’t going to let me through except that one of the men recognized me. If it’s that serious, shouldn’t I take the kids with me?”

  “No,” Jack said. “They’re safer here. I’ll have the kids taken off-world, if I need to. You and Mom, too, so don’t worry. Daniel and Paul will put a statement together and we can hope that it takes care of most of the damage.” Michael reluctantly nodded and left.

  “How about Gabriel?” Paul asked. Jack looked at him. “Well, he is the Director-General of the World Health Organization. If he steps forward and makes a statement, won’t his presence give greater credence to the fact that there is nothing for people to get upset about?”

  “Good,” Jack said, pointing in emphasis. “Call him. And I want a closed studio when I speak with the press. Just one reporter, one camera. Not someone excitable.” He took note of the baby sleeping on a large pillow. “I want my children to live normal lives. This needs to be taken down a few notches.”

  Ignoring advice from Paul, the family attended Matty’s ball game. Jack’s personal guard took deep breaths and followed the family. They didn’t usually all go to the games, but it was time for a show of unity. Since Matty’s team was composed of all SGC off-spring, there were a lot of military present at the ball field. Seeing Jack, Sam, and Daniel, and all the kids, the military made room in the center of the bleachers. Once the family was seated, the troops surrounded them. The reporters wandering around the field took one look at the blockade and decided to wait. The Anthem was played, everyone stood and sang, and the game was on.

  “Any news on the leaks?” Landry had joined them to cheer on their team.

  “One of Kendrick’s former roommates,” Jack said. “He’s about to be dishonorably discharged. Still hunting down the med tech from the hospital. Seems he’s MIA. I’ll find him. Dr. Thorn and I will be holding court in New York tomorrow in a news studio. Colonel Davis and Daniel are writing responses.”

  Landry looked at Daniel who was clapping and whistling at their team. “I see he’s working hard at it,” Landry commented. Jack glanced at Daniel.

  “Actually, he is,” Jack said. “Daniel –healing abilities….”

  “Just another one of those odd things happening with evolution. Saves on band-aids in the house. Wave to Matty, Liv.” Daniel held Olivia up high so she could see her big brother. It was a bit far for her to make out exact faces, but she jumped against Daniel’s shoulders and yanked on his hair anyway.

  “See?” Jack said to Landry. “The band-aids thing is good. I didn’t think about that one.”

  “Jack.” He looked at Reynolds who was trying to get his attention. Kevin jerked his chin and Jack turned.

  “Sic ‘em,” Jack told him. Reynolds climbed down from the bleachers and moved silently across the grass to the ice cream stand. Stacey was getting Grandma Maggie a Sno-Cone. Before the man behind Stacey knew what was happening, he was surrounded by Reynolds and a couple of SF. Startled, the man dropped his cell phone which he was snapping pictures and recording onto his voice mail. Reynolds ‘accidentally’ stepped on the phone and apologized. While the SF escorted the protesting man out of the park, Kevin stayed with Stacey and walked her back to her family. Daniel looked at them.

  “What’d I miss?” he asked
. Jack told him. “Where is he?”

  “He’s gone,” Jack said. “Stace, honey, we’re having a problem with the media today, so please keep one of us or an SF with our. You want to tell us what the man said to you?”

  Stacey handed Maggie the Sno-Cone and wondered if she was in trouble.

  “Jack, it’s my fault, don’t blame her, please,” Maggie said, feeling terrible for getting the girl into trouble. Jack waved at her.

  “I’m not blaming anyone, Mom, I’m just concerned,” he said. “No one’s in trouble except that reporter for not identifying himself and sneaking in a conversation with our daughter.”

  “I didn’t say anything important,” Stacey said. “He asked me if I was one of the O’Neill kids. I said I was a Jackson kid but you’re my Dad, too.”

  Daniel hooked an arm around her, pulling her in and planting a kiss on her cheek, “That was very good,” he told her. “Did you say anything else?”

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “That was when Col. Reynolds came over.”

  “She’s fine, guys,” Sam said. “The Tigers are about to win, so chill!” Sam put an arm around Stacey and pulled her down to the bench. They were up moments later, yelling and jumping as two boys ran home while the run to first base was called out. The ball thrown to the catcher was missed and the last boy slid across the base. Tigers 4-3!

  While parents rushed to find their children, Jack motioned to Reynolds.

  “Tell both teams they’re invited to my house,” Jack said. “I’ll get dogs and burgers on the way home.”

  Matty ran up and Jack caught him. “You made a great triple!” Jack informed him. “And that run from second! Like the wind!” Matty hung off Jack’s neck for a moment and then slid to the ground. “What?” Jack asked, seeing the look on the boy’s face.

  “It’s just….. my… father… always told me what I did wrong. When he came to my games at all.”

  Jack pushed the hair from Matty’s face. “Do you know what moves you did wrong?” Matty gave a nod. “Then why should I waste my breath telling you? Don’t worry about it; we’ll practice and you’ll do your best the next time. It’s just a game, Matt. The world won’t end if you drop the ball. Bombs, yes, baseballs, no. I’m proud of you, so forget Andrew. He doesn’t deserve your memories. Come on; you can help me find stuff for a cook-out. And maybe a stop at the barber’s.”

  The next day, Jack sat in a private New York studio and talked with a famous reporter. Gabriel came in from Geneva, deciding at the last minute that he wanted lunch at his favorite Greek restaurant. Which wasn't in Greece. They assured the talk show host that there was nothing untoward going on. Odd things were happening to a few people because of the entire evolutionary thing, but there was nothing for people to get upset about. Jack demonstrated his abilities by healing a freshly made scratch on the host’s hand and Gabriel told everyone that Jack had done the same thing to him and he had seen Jack heal others. He made a point that he had never seen Jack harm anyone and didn’t think Jack was the type of person to harm someone. Outside of a battle situation. When asked about getting shot, Jack laughed and opened his uniform, showing the world his bared chest. Even his battle scars had mostly faded away, much to his disappointment; he earned those scars, dammit! He didn’t know where the story came from about almost losing a lung, but he was sound and healthy. Sure, he had been shot a couple months back; a graze on his shoulder. He flexed for the camera. His shoulder was fine. The two of them spun a good story and Gabriel filled it in with science talk about evolution.

  And the missing cadet and Jack’s son? Jack laughed it off. Yes, the cadet was on assignment for him; the young man had done a service to his country, no Jack wasn’t going to specify, and the young man was rewarded with an off-world mission. As for Jonathan, well, he was living off-world because that’s where he wanted to live. He was helping some friends establish a colony. Not an issue, as far as Jack was concerned.

  Once more, Jack and Gabriel warned the world not to be afraid of the changes some people were going through. It was normal. Weird things might begin to crop up, but it was now normal. And maybe some reporters should learn to be a little more responsible about their reporting.

  While Jack was playing in front of the cameras, Daniel had stopped at a gas station on his way home from the store. Olivia was in her carrier in the backseat. She was making noises and enjoying the sound of her own voice as she looked around.

  “Dr. Jackson.” He looked around and saw that a local newspaper reporter had pulled up to the pump next to him. Daniel knew there were two SF close by; it was his concession to Jack for leaving the house. He glanced at Olivia. She was watching the strange man, but she wasn’t upset about anything.

  “Bill Weller,” Daniel acknowledged, recognizing him from around town. “How’s the Fifth Estate?”

  The man smiled in appreciation. “It’s well, thanks to all the fodder over the past year.”

  Daniel also smiled in appreciation. He wasn’t too nervous about this particular reporter; Weller wasn’t the hyper type, which kept his articles usually buried somewhere in the center of the paper.

  “I’m honestly not following you,” the man said. “I just saw you as I was driving by and thought I’d stop. Can I get a quote from you?”

  Daniel thought about it. “What we have to do is to be forever curiously testing new opinions and courting new impressions.” Walter Pater.”

  Weller smiled again and nodded. “That’s a good one, I hadn’t heard it before. Doctor, I live in this town, so I know there’s nothing to be feared about all these changes going on with people. Hell, my own kid is learning things faster than I ever did at his age and I envy him. I had a hell of a time in school. I think like all good parents, I want better for him than I had. At least I hope I’m being a good parent. Is there anything you can say to the parents about their kids?”

  “Love them,” Daniel said. He put the hose back and leaned against his car. “Love them and support these new things that are happening. This is a normal thing that is occurring. We’ve known about evolution for years. We’ve seen it happen in other species, right before our very eyes. Now it’s happening at home. Yesterday the world was flat, today it’s round. This is still the same world and we are growing up. We are being told to accept responsibility for our actions because if not, we will destroy ourselves. Look at North Korea. The actions of one man who refused to accept his neighbor. Eleven million people are dead because of one man. Eleven million, Bill. And the rest of us billions will be cleaning up his mess for years and God knows what all that radiation is going to do to the population and the planet. Chernobyl is still coming up with oddities and that was only a small localized spill. Mother Nature is telling us that we are no longer children. She thinks we are ready to be adults. Let’s honor the Mother by accepting Her challenge.”

  “And do all these changes have anything to do with this alien partnership?” Weller asked.

  “You mean the Unified Worlds?” Weller nodded. “No, not really,” Daniel said. “We aren’t the only humans to be going through this leap, just the largest concentration of humans. It’s happening on a planet called Langara, too. The unification is about worlds coming together to support each other. To look out for each other. Our world happens to be one of the few with such diverse separation of countries. Most worlds are under one government. Most worlds have only a few million people to their populations, thanks to the Goa'uld decimating them. We are just barely squeezing into the Unified Worlds. There are rules, a treaty, which all members need to follow. Believe me, we’re barely making it. I think the UW council is taking a few shortcuts because of General O’Neill. After the Korean incident, I certainly wouldn’t have accepted us on the membership roster.”

  “Treaty? Can we read it?” Weller asked.

  Daniel shrugged. “Sure, it isn’t a secret.” He took out his BlackBerry. “What’s your email?” Surprised, Weller told Daniel his email address. “I’m sending this from my pu
blic email, so don’t abuse it…. there you go.”

  “Who wrote it?” Weller asked. “The… who are they…. Anun….”

  “An-un-naki,” Daniel supplied, and spelled it out. “They had input, but I wrote most of it. The initial council representatives tweaked it for their needs.”

  Weller glanced at his cell phone which was recording the conversation. “What about colonization? This is a pretty crowded planet.”

  “There will be no colonization unless people start behaving themselves,” Daniel told him. “If they can’t get along here, we are certainly not going to inflict the rest of the galaxy with our garbage. Responsibility begins at home.”

  Daniel cut the conversation off and excused himself. “My responsibility begins with making sure my children eat and have my attention while their other two parents are out of town.”

  He drove out of the gas station and glanced at Olivia in the mirror. “How was that, Liv?” he asked. “Not too much damage?”

  She considered him and then held out her bottle. It was empty. “Da! Bbbbbbbrrrr….” He reached into the bag at his side and came up with another bottle. He handed it back to her and she sucked happily on the juice.

  As Daniel waited at the stop light, a parade of classic cars went by. He took his sunglasses off to better admire the view. A thought struck him and he picked up his cell phone. It took about ten rings.

  “What? Daniel, I’m doing an interview.”

  “Then why did you answer the phone? You owe me a birthday present, right?”

  Jack looked at Gabriel and their host and the red light on the camera. “Yes?” This should be good, he thought to himself, and put the phone on speaker while holding a finger to his lips, shushing everyone.