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12 Mar 2005 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misaffectionI am a slave to the muse. I am just here to obey. Apparently.
The Scientist, Part 1
“Nobody said it was easy; no-one ever said it would be this hard.”
At no point had Jonas believed coming home would be easy, but his mind had been on the circumstances as to why he’d left – the circumstances by which some labelled him a traitor. What he hadn’t counted on was missing Earth. He stood at the window of his new apartment watching the people on the streets going about their business and tried to figure out why he missed a place that wasn’t his world, that he had lived in for just over a year.
It was, he decided eventually, down to those he had left behind. He missed his conversations with Teal’c and comparing theories with Sam. Hell he even missed Jack’s sarcasm. Maybe even the missions. He sighed and felt the pull of healing flesh. The wound to his ribs ached. It seemed worse when he thought about it, but yet at that moment the pain was a bizarre reminder of the position he’d left. Yes being on SG1 was dangerous and nerve-wracking and downright scary. It had also been a lot of fun.
Jonas found himself grinning as his mind wandered through the adventures they had shared. If he was honest, really honest, with himself he regretted that they had found Daniel. But it was time to stop running, to stop hiding from the issues that were important. Even if shooting Jaffa troops was a simpler state of affairs to politics.
First Minister Dralok had been generous enough to give him this first day to readjust. After that, he would have to attend the council meetings. The possibility of Goa’uld attack left no time for dwelling on the past. Jonas hoped the other council members would remember that also. He was carrying enough of his own guilt and recrimination without others adding to it.
In the council rooms First Minister Dralok looked over paperwork with Doctor Sulek. The scientist was one of the few who had survived both the Naquadria explosion and the subsequent outbreak of neurosis that over-exposure caused. As they discussed the various sheets, those that had submitted them watched in nervous anticipation. After long minutes had passed, they came to an agreement. Doctor Sulek walked over to the blond woman who had won them over.
“Congratulations,” he said, smiling. “Welcome aboard the Naquadria Project.”
The celebration was rowdy and involved the consumption of a fair amount of alcohol. They were ousted eventually, leaving the bar by the back door. The alleyway was shadowed by the closeness of the other buildings. The blond paused, dizzy with drink. Suddenly a hand landed on her shoulder and she was turned round to face a man. His dark skin and heavy features spoke louder than words that he was not Kelownan.
“You were the one chosen by the Council?” It was more statement than question.
“Y-yes,” the woman stammered.
The stranger nodded and swung her away from him. The next second there was a searing pain at the base of her neck, followed swiftly by a sensation of invasion. Her unconscious mind screamed as her sense of self was overtaken. Her body seemed to fall further and further away as the nightmare took hold.
“Kiarna?” A voice from the other end of the alleyway called. “Kiarna are you alright?”
The woman who had been Kiarna lifted her head. Her eyes glowed in the darkness. “Yes,” she replied, her voice oddly stilted. “I am fine. I will be right there.”
The Scientist, Part 1
At no point had Jonas believed coming home would be easy, but his mind had been on the circumstances as to why he’d left – the circumstances by which some labelled him a traitor. What he hadn’t counted on was missing Earth. He stood at the window of his new apartment watching the people on the streets going about their business and tried to figure out why he missed a place that wasn’t his world, that he had lived in for just over a year.
It was, he decided eventually, down to those he had left behind. He missed his conversations with Teal’c and comparing theories with Sam. Hell he even missed Jack’s sarcasm. Maybe even the missions. He sighed and felt the pull of healing flesh. The wound to his ribs ached. It seemed worse when he thought about it, but yet at that moment the pain was a bizarre reminder of the position he’d left. Yes being on SG1 was dangerous and nerve-wracking and downright scary. It had also been a lot of fun.
Jonas found himself grinning as his mind wandered through the adventures they had shared. If he was honest, really honest, with himself he regretted that they had found Daniel. But it was time to stop running, to stop hiding from the issues that were important. Even if shooting Jaffa troops was a simpler state of affairs to politics.
First Minister Dralok had been generous enough to give him this first day to readjust. After that, he would have to attend the council meetings. The possibility of Goa’uld attack left no time for dwelling on the past. Jonas hoped the other council members would remember that also. He was carrying enough of his own guilt and recrimination without others adding to it.
In the council rooms First Minister Dralok looked over paperwork with Doctor Sulek. The scientist was one of the few who had survived both the Naquadria explosion and the subsequent outbreak of neurosis that over-exposure caused. As they discussed the various sheets, those that had submitted them watched in nervous anticipation. After long minutes had passed, they came to an agreement. Doctor Sulek walked over to the blond woman who had won them over.
“Congratulations,” he said, smiling. “Welcome aboard the Naquadria Project.”
The celebration was rowdy and involved the consumption of a fair amount of alcohol. They were ousted eventually, leaving the bar by the back door. The alleyway was shadowed by the closeness of the other buildings. The blond paused, dizzy with drink. Suddenly a hand landed on her shoulder and she was turned round to face a man. His dark skin and heavy features spoke louder than words that he was not Kelownan.
“You were the one chosen by the Council?” It was more statement than question.
“Y-yes,” the woman stammered.
The stranger nodded and swung her away from him. The next second there was a searing pain at the base of her neck, followed swiftly by a sensation of invasion. Her unconscious mind screamed as her sense of self was overtaken. Her body seemed to fall further and further away as the nightmare took hold.
“Kiarna?” A voice from the other end of the alleyway called. “Kiarna are you alright?”
The woman who had been Kiarna lifted her head. Her eyes glowed in the darkness. “Yes,” she replied, her voice oddly stilted. “I am fine. I will be right there.”
