by Anne
Disclaimer :The characters of Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Sam Carter, Teal’c, General Hammond, Janet Frasier, Apophis and anybody else you recognise from the SGC do not belong to me. Neither does the concept of the Stargate, SGC, and the Goa’uld and any thing else related to the series Stargate SG1. They belong to Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Products.
The characters of Methos (a.k.a. Adam Pierson), Joe Dawson, Connor MacLeod and Duncan MacLeod belong to Panzer/Davis, Rysher/Gaumont Television. So do the concepts of Immortality, the Game and the Watchers.
Likewise the characters of Adam Newman, Megabyte Damon, General William Damon, Ami Jackson, Jade Weston, Kevin Wilson or any names or events linked to the Tomorrow People TV series do not belong to me either. They are the property of Roger Damon Price, Thames/Tetra and ITV Television.
“A warning to the oldest of those who cannot die….”
Dr Daniel Jackson looked up in annoyance at the tall slim man standing behind him. He had just spent three days trying to decipher the message in front of him. The message written in an obscure Egypt dialect, so obscure that even he, familiar as he was with Ancient Egyptian, was really having to work hard to make sense of.
The fact that he was having difficultly reading the archaic language had annoyed him so much that he had left the Cheyenne Mountain complex and come to this bar, which was quiet at this time of the day, to try and find some peace so that he could work.
He leaned back in his seat, and turned his head to get a closer look at the person speaking to him. He looked to be about the same age as Daniel himself, and was dressed in jeans and a heavy jersey. He had dark hair, and spoke with an English accent. A grad student, thought the archaeologist to himself. Or maybe someone who liked to give that impression, he amended, after all, if he was able to read the language on the manuscript, he must have a bit more experience with languages than his initial appearance let on.
“Are you trying to tell me that you can read this?” he asked.
The other man looked rather apologetic as he replied. “I’m a bit out of practice but I used to be rather fluent a long time ago. A very long time ago…. “ He paused as though he was deep in thought, remembering something.
“Sorry, maybe I should introduce myself. I’m Daniel Jackson, and you are?”
“Adam Pierson, “ came the reply.
“So, Adam, how come you can read an obscure Egyptian dialogue?”
“I, er, studied it in my younger days. Part of a paper I was working on.Cultures of Ancient Egypt etc etc. Where did you get this anyway? It looks almost like a prophecy of some kind.”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that. But would you be able to help me decipher the same language if I had any more?”
“You have more of it then?” The reply was quite sharp and took Daniel by surprise. Adam seemed very interested in the prophecy, if that was what it was, and seemed keen to see more. Daniel wondered if he should risk showing him the rest of the manuscript, which he had left back at the base. It was classified though, and he couldn’t very well tell the other man that it came from another planet, one that until recently had been known to be one of the bases used by the Goa'uld Apophis. Maybe he should talk it over with Jack O’Neill and the other members of SG1.
He chose his words carefully. “ There is more, but it’s classified. I’ll have to talk to my superiors and get back to you. Where can I reach you?”
“Talk to Joe Dawson, the guy behind the bar. He’s running the place for Charlie, while he’s out of town. He knows where to find me.”
Daniel looked over at the bar and saw an older man with a beard, washing glasses. The man nodded at him, obviously he had heard his name mentioned. He had a bit of a twinkle in his eye, Daniel thought he looked almost amused, obviously sharing some private joke with Adam.
Adam slid into the seat next to him, his cream jersey blending in with the colour of the booth they were now sharing. “You’re not Daniel Jackson, the archaeologist, are you, by the way? I’ve read some of your work, very interesting ideas. Bit way out this idea of aliens building the pyramids though, don’t you think?” His tone sounded quite sarcastic, though his look was one of pure innocence.
Daniel felt a bit annoyed at Adam’s attitude. He knew his ideas had been proven correct. It was a pity he couldn’t share it with any of his archaeology colleagues though. It sounded as though Adam could be quite useful to SG1 if he knew as much about ancient Egypt as he made out. Maybe he should get someone to check the man out- he did seem to have an awful lot of information. He had the feeling Adam Pierson knew a lot more than he was making out.
He decided the best approach was to change the subject. “So what’s a expert on dead languages such as yourself doing in Colorado Springs?”
Adam shrugged. “Just helping out a friend,” he replied. “Joe was coming down here to take over for Charlie for a bit, so I thought I’d come with him. I haven’t been to this part of the country for a while, so I’m reaquainting myself with the local sights. It’s changed a bit since I was last here, though.”
Daniel was about to ask how long ago, when he noticed the time on the big wooden clock over the bar. He looked at his watch again and shook it. It must have been damaged when he took the dive into the river on PX251. He was supposed to be meeting the rest of SG1 in about five minutes. He was definitely going to be very late.
He rose to his feet, grabbed the pile of papers he had been writing on and shoved them into his case. “Sorry, got to go,” he mumbled. “I’ve just realised I’m running very late for a meeting. Thanks for your help. I’ll leave a message with your friend Joe and catch you later."
“It’s not like you to be so helpful, especially to someone you’ve only just met.” commented Joe Dawson, as he watched Daniel leave. He had an amused expression on his face. “What’s the matter Methos? Is MacLeod rubbing off on you at last?”
Adam Pierson a.k.a. Methos grimaced. “Of course not. I’m only looking after my own interests. Daniel had a portion of a manuscript, one that had a reference to me in it, so I just want to see what else it says.”
“Okay, so what’s a reference to you doing on a manuscript that this guy Daniel has? Something in your younger days catching up with you at last?”
“That’s what I’m curious to find out. There’s memories of Ancient Egypt that I’d rather forget. I’m hoping that this isn’t one of them” the five thousand year old man replied.
Joe realised that there was a lot he didn’t know about Methos still, and if the other got his way, probably never would. “Just be careful, okay.”
“Joe, I didn’t know you cared.”
“Well, if something happened to you, who would pay your bar tab?”
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