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Chapter 1

The halls were crowded. No more so than usual, but Ryelin still hated it. She pushed her way through a crowd of people, trying to make it to class on time. The people began to blur together in Ryelin’s mind. They all looked the same. No one was any different from the next person. I probably look the same too, she thought to herself.

Ryelin rounded a corner, running straight into a very large teenaged boy. She tried backing up, to get out of his way, but succeeded only in tripping over another student. She ended up with her back to a wall, waiting for the flood of students to pass.

Once the hall was clear, Ryelin moved quickly to her next class. She sat down in her seat just as the bell rang. She crossed her arms on her desk and laid her head down on her arms. In the front of the class there was a substitute teacher. He began calling roll. Ryelin was the third on the list.

“Ray-len Connor?” The sub struggled. The other kids in the class laughed at the butchering of her name.

“It’s Ryelin, and I’m here,” she said without lifting her head. She hated this class. It was math. The highest level the school had, but it was still too easy. She was a sophomore in a class of seniors. The worst part was the teasing she got for understanding everything.

“I’m sorry, Miss Connor,” the substitute said. “I’m horrible with uncommon names.” Ryelin cringed at being called Miss Connor. She hated that name. It reminded her of her old life. Her life with Major Connor and all his experiments. She had wanted a new name to go with her new life, but that wasn’t possible.

Ryelin lifted her head as the substitute wrote the days work on the board. She opened her book and got to work. She heard the group of girls behind her laughing and knew it was about her. They always laughed at how she always got right to work. Within a half hour she was done. Good, no homework, she thought, laying her head down again.

Ryelin had almost drifted off to sleep when the bell rang, signaling the end of class. While everyone jumped up and basically ran to the door, Ryelin took her time. It was the end of the day and she knew she was just going to be taken back to Cheyenne Mountain. She was sick of the inside of that facility, but more sick of all the tests they had been running on her.

She slowly walked out to the parking lot, searching for the black SUV that was always their waiting for her. Today, it wasn’t’ there. She searched the crowd of parents, hoping to find a familiar face, but again found nothing.

“Ryelin,” came a voice from behind her. She turned and saw a man standing next to a silver car. She recognized him instantly.

“Daniel,” she yelled, running over to him. He gave her a big hug as soon as she reached the car. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought you might like to see a familiar face for once,” he said, letting her go. She gave him a big smile as he opened the door for her. Ryelin climbed in and he shut the door. Once he was in the drivers seat, they started driving towards the Mountain.

Once they reached the Mountain, Daniel took her straight to the infirmary. The doctors of Stargate Command had come up with another test they wanted to run on Ryelin. Daniel left her with them. He had work he needed to finish.

This time, all they wanted was blood. Yet another blood test. Personally, she was sick of all the tests, but she knew it was all necessary in the end. She was rare, and they needed to find out as much as they possibly could. After they drew blood, and SF took her down to one of the VIP rooms. She opened her backpack and started on her homework.

Daniel sat in his office pouring over the large, leather bound book he had brought back from Ryelin’s home. It was in a form of the Ancient language he had become so familiar with in the past few years. But this was different. More evolved somehow. But that was to be expected. Any language changes and evolves with time.

Daniel looked down at what he had translated so far:
This being the record of the formation of the Palladionians. As written by Brenton Larkin.

All living within our walls were once ______ . Due to great disagreements within our ranks, these following have become the Palladionians. Living shall be a commune, war will not exist.

Daniel stared at the paper in front of him. It had taken him two weeks to get this far. The name of what they had once been was either in an entirely different language, or just unreadable. He had spent hours just looking at it, hoping to figure it all out. Nothing was coming to him. After a few hours of working on it, he gave up.


Ryelin awoke with a start. She couldn’t remember the dream that had woken her, but she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling it had given her. She knew it had been about the events of almost a month ago. She couldn’t believe it had been a month since Major Connor had kidnapped her and forced her to become something she wasn’t. She had tortured a man. She didn’t have control over it at the time, but facts were facts. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.

The day after they had brought her back, the NID had used the Stargate to go to the planet she had been held at. They said nothing about the fact that Ryelin had been standing in the Gate Room when they left. Nothing about the fact that Jack had been ordered to do nothing. They said nothing because they were glad Jack wasn’t very good a following orders, because they knew Ryelin would have either been dead or brainwashed by the time they got there.

She wasn’t there to see them return with Dr. Williams in handcuffs. She was glad she wasn’t there because it was still hard for her to think of Dr. Williams as the bad guy. He had always helped her and cared for her more than anyone she could remember. When they came back, Ryelin was in the infirmary, being the subject of the first of many tests. That was were she was now. The doctors preferred that she sleep in the infirmary due to the horrific nightmares she had been having. It was better for her to be near people.

Ryelin let out a large sigh and rolled over onto her side. She closed her eyes, trying to get back to sleep. Sleep was a long ways away at the moment. There was just too much going through her mind. She rolled back onto her back, letting out an even bigger sigh than the first.

“Are you alright Ryelin?” Asked the young nurse sitting at the desk in the corner. She got up and came to Ryelin’s bedside. She put a hand on Ryelin’s shoulder. “Having trouble sleeping again?”

“Yeah,” Ryelin said looking up at the nurse. “What’s new?” She joked. Ryelin liked this nurse. She had always been so nice, no matter how grumpy Ryelin had gotten. “No pills this time. I don’t like them.”

“Okay kiddo,” the nurse said, giving Ryelin a pat on the shoulder. She then went back to her desk and finished up her paper work. Ryelin closed her eyes again, and soon was fast asleep.


Jack hit the snooze button again. It was the fifth time. He just could bring himself to get up. It wasn’t that he was tired, in fact, he was wide awake. It was just that he didn’t want to go to work. It was going to be a long, boring day of paperwork and diplomatic meeting with the representatives of P4Y-279.

When the alarm went off for a sixth time, he finally got out of bed. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Nothing looked good, so he closed it. Jack trudged down to the bathroom to get ready for work. He grabbed his razor and shaving cream. A few moments later, Jack was clean shaven and ready for get dressed. He pulled on his green fatigues and left his home.

He sat in his truck for a few minutes once he had pulled into his parking spot at the SGC. He stared at the sign that said “Brig. Gen. Jack O’Neill, Base Commander”. Lately he hadn’t felt much like a commander of anything. His relationship with Sam was beyond messed up and he couldn’t forgive himself for what had happened to Ryelin.

“Morning sir,” said the Airman standing behind the desk in front of the elevator. He gave Jack a crisp salute. Jack returned it, stepping into the elevator. He went straight to the commissary. He picked waffles and strawberries for breakfast. He looked around the small room for someone he knew. In the far corner he saw Sam and Ryelin laughing about something Daniel had just said or done.

“Hiya Jack!” Daniel said enthusiastically as Jack sat down next to Sam. Daniel had already had four cups of coffee and all that caffeine had started to catch up with him. “You came just as I was getting ready to leave. Need to go prepare for the dignitaries from P4Y-279”

“Okay, see ya later,” Jack grunted. He cut a piece of waffle as Daniel gathered his things and left the commissary.

“Seems you came at a bad time, sir,” Sam said, turning to face him. “I was getting ready to leave as well. Just waiting for Rye to finish up.”

“I can baby-sit for a while,” Jack teased. He gave Ryelin a little wink. “I haven’t gotten a chance to hang out with Ryelin since we got back, so I’m okay with it.”

“Alright,” Sam said, standing up. “So I guess I’ll see you at the briefing, sir.” With that Sam left.

“So, how are you enjoying the wonderful accommodations of the SGC?” Jack asked, half joking.

“Oh, it’s great!” She said, sarcastically. “The inside of the infirmary is very pretty. I think I have memorized every crack and piece of pealing paint on the walls.”

“The paint is pealing,” Jack said, acting very serious. “We had better get that fixed. But seriously, I’m sorry of all the tests. It’s just that they have never seen anyone like you before. You’re rare, and you know doctors.” He said, tailing off. If it were up to him, Ryelin would have already been out of here, in a home, living as much as a normal life as possible.

“Yeah, I know doctors,” she said. And it was true. She did know doctors very well. Especially the ones here. She had spent every waking hour not at school with them. “It’s not that bad. Except for the fact that they are now having a hard time finding veins, they have done .”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“For what?” She asked.

“For everything,” he said, looking away. Slowly, he looked back at her. Ryelin looked deep into his eyes. It was then that she realized he blamed himself for Major Connor taking her. He blamed himself for all the tests and nightmares she was now going through. “But mostly for not coming to see you since we got back.”

“You don’t have to be sorry about that,” Ryelin said. “You are busy, I can understand that.”

“No, I wasn’t busy,” he said. All of this was so hard for him to say. He wasn’t used to opening up like this. Usually, he would be cracking jokes about a situation as serious as this. “I just couldn’t see you. I was, well, I guess I was embarrassed. I came to save you, and you ended up saving me.”

“Jack, we don’t have to talk about this,” she said, looking down at her hands.

“If I don’t say it now, I never will.”

“I’m fine with that,” she said quietly. Slowly, she raised her head to look at him. Jack saw tears in her eyes. She couldn’t talk about what happened yet. It was still too near in her mind, too painful.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” he said, pushing the subject. He watched her closely to make sure he wasn’t pushing too hard. “Thank you for being so strong and so brave. You didn’t let fear over take you. At your age, I’m not sure I could have done that. Honestly, I think I owe you my life. Major Connor and I didn’t exactly get along.” Ryelin didn’t know what to say. What can you say after something like that?

“You don’t have to say anything. I just needed to get that out there…” he said, trailing off. Jack went back to eating his breakfast. A few minutes later, they got up and headed back towards the infirmary.

“So, ready for another fun filled day of tests?” Jack teased.

“Oh yeah,” Ryelin said, asking as though this was the most exciting thing in her life. “Just call me Ryelin the pin cushion!”

“Come on, it isn’t that bad,” Jack said, giving Ryelin a friendly little push on the shoulder. She attempted to side-step his hand, but only succeeded in tripping over her own feet. Jack grabbed her arm to help steady her. He continued to hold onto her arm as they rounded the corner into the infirmary.

The nurses only saw a flash of light. The two women had not seen who was coming into the infirmary, they just knew they were gone now. They also knew it was the Asgard that had taken them. Every one on base knew that beam. One of the women went to the red “Emergency” button on the wall. She pushed it and soon the klaxon was heard.

Jack and Ryelin suddenly found themselves in a large room. Ryelin had no idea where she was or how she got there. Jack on the other hand, knew exactly where they were. They were on the bridge of the Daniel Jackson, the Asgard’s newest battle ship.

“Hey, Thor ole’ buddy. Where are you?” Jack yelled. Ryelin looked up at him, highly confused.

“Thor? As in the Norse god of Thunder?” Ryelin asked. None of this made any since to her. Jack was about to answer when there was another flash of light. From the light materialized a small gray creature. “Holy crap,” was all Ryelin could say.

“Ryelin, meet my good friend Thor,” Jack said, moving over to Thor. He put a hand on Thor’s shoulder. “Thor, meet Ryelin.”

“How fortunate. She was one of the things we needed to discuss.”

“Me?” Ryelin asked, her level of confusion rising.

“As you know,” Thor started, completely ignoring Ryelin. “we have been working with teams of Humans in an alliance.”

“Yeah, I assigned those teams.”

“For the past month, four of those teams have been working off of this ship. Recently, Tana Carter came on board to help with translations. She has asked me to bring you on board to brief everyone on something.”

“Well, I think Sam and Daniel will probably be more interested in whatever Tana has to say.”

“Agreed,” Thor said, moving over to the large control panel in the center of the room. “I will bring them on board now.” With that, Thor moved one of the white stones, and seconds later, Sam and Daniel stood beside them. Greetings were shared all around and Thor explained why they were there. He then lead them away from the bridge.

“I’m confused,” Ryelin said to Jack. The two of them had fallen a little behind, but Ryelin still spoke quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear. “Why am I here?”

“No clue,” Jack said, speaking just as quietly.

“Thanks, that helps,” Ryelin said sarcastically. “One other thing. Thor said Tana Carter, any relation to Sam?”

“Yeah, Tana is our daughter,” Jack said casually, trying to shrug it off. He didn’t want to talk about it now.

“Wait,” Ryelin said, grabbing his arm, stopping him. “Did you just say our? As in you and Sam have a child? Together?”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal?”

“Nothing, just unexpected,” Ryelin said. Jack began walking again. Ryelin followed a few steps behind.

They were lead into a large room. Inside the room was only a large black and shiny table. At the head of the table was a large black and gray chair. It looked more like a throne to Ryelin. Each side of the table held seven chairs, for a total of fourteen. Along side one wall was another bunch of chairs, separated from the table.

There were many people already in the room. As soon as Jack walked in, one of the men called the room to attention and saluted. Jack returned the salute and put them ‘at ease‘. They all relaxed as a young woman with red hair came forward. She went straight to Sam and the two embraced.

“Hi mom,” the young woman said.

“Hi Tana,” Sam said, with a large smile on her face. “Tana, I want you to meet Ryelin.” Sam, put an arm around Ryelin’s shoulder. “This is the girl I was telling you about.”

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Tana said, shaking Ryelin’s hand. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m going to need you for a miss