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.
“You took his head?” O’Neill could see Daniel’s mind ticking over. “But that was thousands of years ago. Who are you?”
Carter put two and two together. “Adam, are you this Methos?”
Ramiis laughed. “ You are calling yourself, Adam, now are you? That is good, the first immortal using the name of the first man.”
Methos cursed in ancient Sumerian. He noticed Daniel’s face turning red; obviously he knew what he had just said. He decided to change the subject.
“Okay, you’re obviously not as dead as I thought you were. I’ll worry about the how later. For now, what do you want?”
“ I thought that was obvious, Methos. Apophis notified me that the Medusa Stone had been activated. I want the telepaths, to make them suffer for what their kind did to me. I doubt you can protect them any better than you did the boy king. He died under your protection, remember. Rameses Ak’Hara, now that is a person to learn from, a great man…”
General Damon, who had been silent up to this point, interjected. “I hate to point this out, but your great Rameses Ak’Hara is dead. My son and his friends defeated him four years ago.”
“ Your son? Your son is one of the telepaths? I hope you have made your peace with him, because he and his kind will not be around much longer.”
“We’ll see about that. Your Medusa Stone hasn’t worked. We found out about it in time.”
“ A good strategist always has a contingency plan. I am not finished with them, yet.” Ramiis turned to Methos. “And I am not finished with you either. I remember all too well what you did to me. I am challenging you to finish it, now. I am sending the coordinates of this planet to the Stargate computer. If you step through the gate when the wormhole opens, we can finish what we started. If you do not come to me, I will come to you. The choice is yours.”
“General Hammond, chevron one is encoding.” The technician added, “and General, the iris is opening!” All eyes in the control room looked through the big glass window, towards the Stargate, the outer circle of which was moving.
Methos and Damon saw a large stone circle sitting in the middle of a otherwise fairly empty room, with a ramp leading up to it. There was a thick, what appeared to be metal shielding across the inner circle of the device. They both noticed the iris appeared to be opening, as though of its own accord.
“Get it closed again, quickly. How is this Ramiis getting access to our computer?”
Carter by this stage was typing frantically at the computer keyboard. She turned to Hammond. “Sir, whatever is happening, we’re locked out of the system. We can’t stop it!”
Daniel noticed Methos moving behind him. “Sorry, Daniel,” he heard the other man say,” I have to do this. There’s no other way.” He felt cold metal pressed against his throat.
“Hey, where the hell did that come from?” Oh crap, thought O’Neill. He realised he’d been had. Right, Jack, let the man bring the sword onto the base, it wouldn’t hurt anyone…besides it was supposed to be under lock and key with the rest of Pierson’s gear.
Methos backed out of the room, heading for the Gateroom itself. He kept Daniel close to him, giving the archaeologist no chance of escape. He paused at the bottom of the ramp leading up the Stargate, and looked up towards the control room.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I have to finish this, if I don’t accept his challenge, too many people may die.” He nodded towards Damon. “I owe their kind, I can’t let him finish what he started.” Daniel heard him say, almost to himself, “ I am definitely spending too much time with MacLeod, I’m even beginning to sound like him.
“Leave Daniel, you don’t need him,” began O’Neill.
“And you’ll just let me go through the Stargate without him? I’m afraid I don’t believe that for a minute. I’ve known too many military people over the centuries. Don’t worry, I’ll send him back as soon as I get through the other side.”
“Wormhole activated.”
Methos looked at the Stargate, feeling a bit hesitant as he saw the white light erupt out of it towards him. As he watched, the matter stream settled into the shape of the circle itself, looking for all intents and purposes like the entrance to a glistening blue waterfall. Okay, maybe he was wrong, there were things out there that he hadn’t seen yet. Oh well, he thought, into the valley of death…With that thought he backed up the ramp leading to the gate and disappeared through, with Daniel in front of him as a shield.
“O’Neill, Ramiis’ image is gone from the monitor,” Teal’c observed.
“Maybe he’s busy playing with his long lost friend,” came the sarcastic reply. O’Neill turned to Hammond. “We need to get after them, I don’t see Daniel coming back, do you?”
“That could be a bit difficult,” interrupted Carter. “The wormhole is closing. We’ll have to wait for the computer to dial up again.”
“Have we got the Gate address, Major?”
“Yes, General.” Carter double-checked the symbols showing on her computer screen to be sure. “It’s the same planet we found the manuscript and the stone on, sir.”
The first thing that Megabyte saw when he opened his eyes was the concerned face of his father looking down at him. He struggled to sit up and immediately wished he hadn’t. He sank back down on the pillow again.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, Dad, how do you think I’m feeling?” Megabyte saw the look on his father’s face and regretted his sarcastic answer. “Sorry,” he apologised. “I’ve got a splitting headache and I feel really tired.” He looked over and saw Adam lying on the bed next to him. The Australian was still out cold. He sent a telepathic probe out to try and reach him.
“Megabyte, what’s wrong?” Damon noticed that his son had winced as though in pain.
“I think I’ll wait a while before I try that again,” came the reply. “Obviously telepathy isn’t a good idea for the time being. I tried to reach out to Adam and all I got for my trouble was an even bigger headache.” He noticed a woman in a doctor’s coat hovering around and hoped she hadn’t heard what he had just said.
He looked around; they seemed to be in some sort of infirmary. The room they were in had about half a dozen beds in it, and there was medical equipment close to his bed and Adam’s. He wondered to himself if they had been hooked up to it. He still felt very hazy about what exactly had happened to them. Judging by the surroundings they were probably still on the military base, he guessed.
Damon saw the look his son had given Dr Frasier and hoped he and Adam would understand why he had let on about their ‘secret’. “Don’t worry, Dr Frasier knows about you and Adam, and about the Tomorrow People.”
Megabyte pulled himself up into a sitting position again and the doctor adjusted his pillow for him. She had a nice smile, he decided, wondering how much his dad had told her about himself and Adam.
“Here, Megabyte, isn’t it, this will help your headache.” Megabyte looked at the small pill in the doctor’s hand suspiciously. “Don’t worry it’s just a painkiller.”
He took the medicine and the glass of water she offered. “Thanks, Doctor.” He nodded towards his friend. “How’s Adam doing?”
Frasier looked at the redhead curiously. She was still finding it hard to believe what she had been told about these youngsters, yet she knew from experience that appearances could be deceiving. “He should be coming around soon. Your father tells me that you can talk to each other telepathically. Can you sense anything from him at all?”
“At the moment, the only sense I’m getting is a pounding headache. I can feel Adam, but only faintly. I don’t think my powers are fully back on line yet.” Megabyte turned to his father. “What happened? The last thing I remember is a loud whining noise. It got louder and louder and then everything went black. It was like the feeling we got from those sonic flowerpots that Dr Culex had, but about a million times worse. I could feel the pain coming from Adam as well, and it …Well, I hope I never feel it again.”
“As far as we can tell, it seemed to come from an alien artefact. When Pierson, if that’s what his name is, put it back in its protective case, you seemed to get better,” his father explained.
“Adam Pierson, that’s the guy we met in the reception area. Dad, we got some really strange images off him. I don’t think he’s what he appears to be. Where is he now? I think you’d better keep an eye on him.”
“You don’t say,” came the reply. “ I think I’d better fill you in with what’s been happening while you’ve been catching up on your beauty sleep.”
“If you wait a minute, you can tell both of us. Hi, Adam, you look like I feel.” He noticed the other boy holding his head in his hands. “ Sorry, I should have warned you not to try using telepathy for a bit. Doesn’t do much for the headache.”
“Thanks, Megabyte, for the warning. Better late than never, I suppose.” Adam shook his head and grimaced. “What happened, by the way? I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
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