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.
O’Neill looked up as Hammond and another man came entered the conference room. The man with Hammond looked about the same age as O’Neill himself, and whoever he was, he didn’t look very happy.
“SG1, this is General William Damon. We need to know what exactly you’ve found out about this stone you’ve been working with.” Hammond noticed O’Neill glance towards the other man, wondering how much he had been told, if anything, about the Stargate project. “Don’t worry, Colonel. He’s got clearance.”
Damon recognised the man he had seen in the reception area earlier and took a step towards him. “You must be Pierson. You’ve got some explaining to do. My son and his friend are lying in the infirmary hooked up to life support and I suspect you may have something to do with it.”
Carter spoke up. “What’s going on, General? Adam has been here with us the whole time. He couldn’t possibly have done anything to anybody.”
Methos put two and two together.” Of course,” he said to himself. “I should have realised. Must be losing it in my old age.” He noticed everyone else in the room was looking at him. He turned to Damon. “The red headed kid, Megabyte, has something happened to him and his friend?”
“They collapsed a short time ago. Very suddenly, with no warning. We can’t find a reason for it.” Apart from the fact that they received some very strange mental images from you, he continued to himself.
“Would that be about half an hour ago?”
“But that would be the same time that we took the stone out of the box,” interjected Daniel, beginning to follow where Methos was going. He quoted. “The tendrils of the Medusa will reach out and….” He stopped suddenly, realising what he had just said.
“I knew I had seen that look before. Tutankamen had it.” Methos turned to Damon. ”Megabyte and his friend, they’re,” he hunted for the word the boy king had used so long along, “Tomorrow People, aren’t they?”
“You do know,” breathed Damon, finding it hard to keep himself under control. “If I find out that you’re responsible for this…”
“Hold it, could someone explain to those of us that haven’t seen the movie yet? I’m feeling really lost here. What are Tomorrow People?” O’Neill turned to Methos “And what do you mean the same look that Tutankamen had? How would you know that?”
Methos reached out for the stone, put it back in the box, and closed the lid. “Don’t you think we should put this away, first, just in case it is what’s caused the kids to collapse? We’ll worry about explanations later.” Or maybe not, he thought to himself. He wondered how he was going to explain without telling them exactly who and what he really was.
“Okay,” said O’Neill, “Let’s see if I’ve got this right.” He’d seen a lot of strange things since he’d started journeying through the Stargate but he wasn’t sure he was quite ready to believe the stories that Damon had told them. He noticed that the General looked a lot happier since Doctor Frasier had contacted him to let him know that Megabyte and Adam were improving. She had promised to let him know the moment either one of them regained consciousness.
“Your son and his friend call themselves The Tomorrow People, and are the next stage in human evolution. They have telepathic powers and can teleport anywhere by just thinking about it. Apart from the fact that it all seems like something out of a science fiction program, what’s to stop this new species wiping us all off the face of the planet?”
Damon had hoped not to have to bring this part up. He felt uncomfortable enough that these people had learnt about the Tomorrow People, he didn’t want to give away all their secrets. He noticed everyone in the room was looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. George had said that they could be trusted to keep secrets. It sounded as though he would have to believe that, after all, what choice did he have?
“They can’t kill. It’s something in the genetic makeup. We don’t know what exactly.”
“What about to protect themselves?” This question came from Teal’c. The Jaffa couldn’t understand how a race that couldn’t kill would be able to survive for long.
“Not even to do that.” Damon remembered when Colonel Masters had threatened him when Megabyte had first ‘broken out’ and become a Tomorrow Person. His son had turned the gun on their enemy, tried to use it, and couldn’t.
Damon noticed Pierson sitting quietly, conspicuous by his lack of questions or look of surprise. “What I’d like to know, is how come you seem to know so much about what's going on? You seem to know about the Tomorrow People and talk about Tutankhamun almost as thought you’ve actually met him. I think it’s time you gave us some sort of explanation.”
“Are you a time traveller or something? “Daniel turned to O’Neill. “ We know that sort of thing is possible. Remember that time we went through the Stargate and ended up in 1969?”
“Shut up, Daniel.”
“You have a functioning Stargate? I thought that thing was a myth”
O’Neill and Methos spoke simultaneously. I’m really going to have to have a word to Daniel about security thought O’Neill to himself. The younger man’s enthusiasm tended to run away with him at times. He noticed Pierson was continuing with his questions and that they didn’t seem to be getting the answers they needed out of him. He interrupted the historian.
“Information here is a two way street, in case you hadn’t noticed. I think you should be giving us some information before you find out anything else. How about it? Spill…”
They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Corporal Young tried his best to look apologetic. “Sorry to disturb you General Hammond, but you’re needed in the control room. There’s a message coming through from someone calling himself Ramiis.”
“That’s impossible, Ramiis is dead.” Methos added to himself, I took his head and felt his quickening, it must be some sort of trick. I don’t like the sound of it at all. First the stone and running into Megabyte and Adam, and now this.
O’Neill glared at Pierson. “ I suppose you’d better come as well, seeing that you are the resident Ramiis expert, but after this I want an explanation, the full chapter and verse.” He wasn’t too worried about the historian, if that’s what he really was, saw the Stargate; after all, he’d obviously heard of it. He was beginning to suspect that Pierson knew full well most of what was going on at the base anyway.
Methos didn’t feel surprised when he saw all the high-tech equipment in the room that Hammond ushered them into. When he had realised O’Neill and his team had a Stargate in their possession and that the Tomorrow People were involved as well, he had decided he wouldn’t even be surprised to see a white rabbit consulting its pocket watch. At this point even that would be preferable to running into his old enemy again.
When he saw the figure on the screen, Methos stopped in his tracks. This had been the one thing he had hoped wouldn’t be true. “It can’t be. You’re dead!” he exclaimed. Ramiis looked exactly the same as he had the last time they had met, same dark hair and eyes, same narrow mouth, probably still had the same unpleasant nature as well, he thought to himself.
“That’s not a very nice way to greet an old friend,” came the reply. “How long has it been, two, or three thousand years? Mind you, I’m not surprised to see you, Methos, you always were a survivor.”
O’Neill was definitely beginning to feel like he’d lost the plot somewhere. “You two know each other? Who’s Methos? How many thousand years?” Pierson’s explanation had better be good.
Methos sighed. This wasn’t exactly the way that he had planned to explain the concept of immortality; actually he hadn’t planned to explain it at all. Now it looked as though he no longer had a choice.
Ramiis seemed to be enjoying his discomfort. “ Come on, your friend wants some answers.”
Methos retorted,”he’s not the only one. Last time I looked, when you lose your head you’re supposed to stay dead. Not pop up out of the woodwork a few thousand years later to annoy people.”
“I think I might be able to explain that one,” interjected Daniel. “ You used an sarcophagus, didn’t you?”
Ramiis stared at the young man for a moment and then laughed. “Very good, you must be the illustrious Dr Jackson. My lord Apophis has mentioned you, and the rest of your team.”
“Yeah,” said O’Neill, “ I’m sure he did. We’re not exactly top of his Christmas list at the moment.”
“You mean Apophis is real? I always thought Ramiis used him as an excuse to justify his actions, I never thought he really existed.” Something else clicked into place in Methos’s mind. He turned to Teal’c. “ Now I remember where I’ve seen that symbol. Ramiis’ bodyguard, he had the same thing on his forehead. He called himself a Jaffa. I remember Ramiis calling for him when I took his head…”
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