Fic - Our Lives As Happenstance - Chapter 1
Title: Our Lives As Happenstance
Author: Milena D.
Rating: T (PG-13) for now
Genre: Action/Angst/Romance
Pairings: Daniel/Vala, some Cam/Sam can be seen as shippy
SPOILERS: HUGE SPOILERS FOR CONTINUUM.
Summary: A divergence in the lives of our team from one of the last scenes of the movie causes their future to change radically and permanently. Daniel/Vala, mild C/S, and HUGE spoilers for CONTINUUM. Please don't read if you don't want to be spoiled.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate Continuum, the Stargate Series, any of the characters, I don’t even own the premise which is the plot from the movie. Basically I own nothing and am making no money so please don’t sue.
Author’s Note #1: Okay, again, I’m so sorry that this isn’t an update for Being Found. I swear I’m not asking for inspiration but my muse wouldn’t be quiet. I actually wrote the first 7 chapters in 3 days on a writing binge. This fic should only be about 12-13 chapters, maybe less, so we should be done soon. :)
Author’s Note #2: Thank you so much to Susan and
gioia_gg who beta’d this chapter for me and gave me the confidence to post it!
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Chapter 1: Divine Intervention
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Daniel feebly clutched the gaping hole in his chest, knowing it wouldn’t help stifle the bleeding but able to do little else as life quickly escaped him. From his vantage point on the floor, his view consisted of the towering heights of the temporal chamber and the beautiful representation of the universe spiraling above him. He could still hear the muted sounds of the firefight around him, muted as he lost his senses one by one. He’d been through this so many times, his life didn’t rush past his eyes, his regrets didn’t assault him one last time. Instead, as he lay prone on the hard floor, his warm blood pooling beneath him, he had only one thought, only one unfulfilled desire. His mind forced itself to conjure up the picture of the one person with whom he hadn’t been reunited in this god forsaken timeline. He had no pictures of her but he remembered the raven black colour of her hair, her pale skin, her eyes that seemed resolute to not being labelled a single colour but always held a hint of mischief and a healthy measure of warmth.
As his vision blurred and the edges of his periphery darkened, the noise of the fight seemed to slip away and his mental image was interrupted by a new vision of her. He’d never seen her with this elaborate hairstyle or clothing but, as he took his last breath, he realized it wasn’t worth questioning. Then darkness came and the pain left.
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Qetesh surveyed her Jaffas’ handiwork with disdain. She had ringed down to find three patrols dead at her feet and three of their opponents, including the nuisance of a First Prime, still breathing. As soon as they had spotted her, Teal’c moved to fire at her but the two humans froze before her as if surprised. Honestly she was almost as surprised to see two such lowly creatures in this place. She easily took care of the Jaffa with a blast from her hand device that sent him flying into the side of the chappa’ai. It was a shame he didn’t just fall off the ledge but this meant she had more time to decide whether to torture him to death or re-indoctrinate him into her service. He was loyal to the core, after all. Her attack on the First Prime roused the other human man into action but he didn’t have the time to raise his weapon before she gave him the same treatment. With both opponents down, her gaze landed on the human woman feverishly working at the console.
“Stop.” Qetesh ordered her. Her voice was soft but firm and the woman heeded the call. Her back was turned to the goddess and that simply would not do.
“Turn, human.” She ordered again. The woman obeyed. Good. “Jaffa, kree.”
At once, the Jaffa at her sides sprung into action to secure her prisoners for execution. Qetesh walked slowly to the other platform, side-stepping another human man still in the throes of approaching death. The blonde woman didn’t struggle against the Jaffas’ grasp, she was obviously seasoned to such treatments. Qetesh’s gaze swept the console and rose higher to see the universe above them, trying to make sense of this failsafe machine her dear husband had kept so hidden.
“My queen.” One of her Jaffa called to her respectfully. She tore her attention away from the light spectacle to see the woman, the man, and the First Prime kneeling before her, the latter two having been awoken for her. She spared them a moment of reflection before waving her hand.
“Kill them.”
“Wait!” The woman cried as the staff weapons were activated. “We know what this is, how it works!”
Qetesh raised her hand once more and let a smirk take over her lips. She knelt down beside the woman and gently wrapped her fingers around her chin.
“You presume, human, that I don’t?” She patronized gently, delighting in how her metallic voice caused her prey to shudder slightly. She was lying of course, she didn’t quite know what this place was but she could guess. Qetesh straightened herself and turned away when the man’s voice called out to her.
“You might know what this is but you probably don’t know that we’re from Ba’al’s timeline.” He said, trying to convince her to spare his life.
Qetesh paused as the pieces of the puzzle fit into place. From Ba’al’s timeline... Which meant they weren’t from this one. That’s how Ba’al knew everyone’s move, how he knew how to defeat her at Selenis, how to get the Jaffa to join his cause, how to find Earth and contact them. Qetesh looked up to examine the holographic universe and saw the thousands of stars...and their solar flares. This was a temporal device.
“Ba’al came from your timeline.” She echoed. Both humans nodded. “And you know this how?”
“Because we entered a wormhole back to Earth just as he effectuated the time displacement. The difference is that he went from this station to the past and we went through a stargate to Earth as it happened so we were saved from the changes.” She explained.
Qetesh narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
“And in your timeline, you obviously have had much interaction with the Goa’uld, and Ba’al, perhaps even myself.” She posited.
The blonde looked uncertain as to how much to reveal, even after the man encouraged her but the activation of her hand device prompted her into speaking.
“Yes, we had a program in our timeline that allowed us to travel through the stargate. It had been running for over ten years when we were brought here. The Goa’uld were the first hostile aliens we encountered.” She said. “Ba’al was...a recurring problem for us.”
“Hm.” Qetesh said dismissively though her mind worked through all the possibilities. Ba’al was dead but these creatures knew things that could work to her advantage.
“Congratulations.” She told them softly, almost convincingly caring. “You’ve won yourselves some time. Jaffa, kree!”
The Jaffa pinning them to the floor now forced them to their feet and led them forcefully to the ring platform.
“Wait!” The man yelled again and Qetesh breathed deeply in annoyance. She pinned the insolent human with a glare but it didn’t make him cower.
“This man,” he said, pointing the the human she’d stepped over, “he’s a historian. He knows more than either of us do. If you save him he could be useful to you.”
Qetesh cocked her head to the side and looked down to the dying man.
“In essence, you’re telling me I can just kill you two and keep him.” She pointed out maliciously. Fear crossed both their eyes but they stayed silent. She flicked her wrist again and the Jaffa resumed dragging their prisoners to the rings.
“And what shall I do with you?” She asked the still-kneeling First Prime before her once the humans were gone.
“You would do well to kill me before I have a chance to kill you.” He threatened her angrily. Qetesh dropped a gentle hand on his head and dug her nails painfully into his scalp.
“And you would do well not to make promises you cannot keep.” She replied silkily. She retracted her nails, ignoring the blood coating the tips and motioned her Jaffa to take him away as well.
Once the room was devoid of her enemies, Qetesh took a moment to reflect on the fate of this place. On the one hand, she could keep it and alter history to her own advantage...but on the other hand, Ba’al had already done the grunt work for her. He’d built an empire that she was now in control of and led her to the people who were numerous enough to pose a challenge, the Tau’ri, who were now all but extinct. The only people who stood in her way were the small factions of Tok’ra that would be easily taken care of. Yes, these were good times. And this device was a threat against her, especially since the other Goa’uld knew she had sped off toward it and would be wondering what it held.
Her mind made up, Qetesh and her last two Jaffa followed her faithfully as she made her way back to the ring platform. The wounded human still lay awkwardly on the floor, his blood causing an inconvenient stain on the floor to jump over. The others were no doubt lying about his knowledge to save his life but as she looked down at him, she could see his cloudy eyes focus on her and a weak smile graced his lips. Interesting reaction upon seeing the god who took one’s friends prisoner.
Qetesh made quick work of using the healing device on his wound, then walked away from the unconscious man and into the rings.
“Bring him to the ship with the others then place charges on every combustible surface. I want this structure to be unsalvageable.” She ordered as the rings descended to whisk her back to her flagship.
“Yes, my queen.”
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Short chapter, I know. Most of them are for this fic until we get to the heavy stuff, then you know I just can’t be quiet :P Not my usual style either but I really hope you liked it. Please review if you did! Next chapter in a few days!
Next - Chapter 2
Author: Milena D.
Rating: T (PG-13) for now
Genre: Action/Angst/Romance
Pairings: Daniel/Vala, some Cam/Sam can be seen as shippy
SPOILERS: HUGE SPOILERS FOR CONTINUUM.
Summary: A divergence in the lives of our team from one of the last scenes of the movie causes their future to change radically and permanently. Daniel/Vala, mild C/S, and HUGE spoilers for CONTINUUM. Please don't read if you don't want to be spoiled.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate Continuum, the Stargate Series, any of the characters, I don’t even own the premise which is the plot from the movie. Basically I own nothing and am making no money so please don’t sue.
Author’s Note #1: Okay, again, I’m so sorry that this isn’t an update for Being Found. I swear I’m not asking for inspiration but my muse wouldn’t be quiet. I actually wrote the first 7 chapters in 3 days on a writing binge. This fic should only be about 12-13 chapters, maybe less, so we should be done soon. :)
Author’s Note #2: Thank you so much to Susan and
gioia_gg who beta’d this chapter for me and gave me the confidence to post it!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Chapter 1: Divine Intervention
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Daniel feebly clutched the gaping hole in his chest, knowing it wouldn’t help stifle the bleeding but able to do little else as life quickly escaped him. From his vantage point on the floor, his view consisted of the towering heights of the temporal chamber and the beautiful representation of the universe spiraling above him. He could still hear the muted sounds of the firefight around him, muted as he lost his senses one by one. He’d been through this so many times, his life didn’t rush past his eyes, his regrets didn’t assault him one last time. Instead, as he lay prone on the hard floor, his warm blood pooling beneath him, he had only one thought, only one unfulfilled desire. His mind forced itself to conjure up the picture of the one person with whom he hadn’t been reunited in this god forsaken timeline. He had no pictures of her but he remembered the raven black colour of her hair, her pale skin, her eyes that seemed resolute to not being labelled a single colour but always held a hint of mischief and a healthy measure of warmth.
As his vision blurred and the edges of his periphery darkened, the noise of the fight seemed to slip away and his mental image was interrupted by a new vision of her. He’d never seen her with this elaborate hairstyle or clothing but, as he took his last breath, he realized it wasn’t worth questioning. Then darkness came and the pain left.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Qetesh surveyed her Jaffas’ handiwork with disdain. She had ringed down to find three patrols dead at her feet and three of their opponents, including the nuisance of a First Prime, still breathing. As soon as they had spotted her, Teal’c moved to fire at her but the two humans froze before her as if surprised. Honestly she was almost as surprised to see two such lowly creatures in this place. She easily took care of the Jaffa with a blast from her hand device that sent him flying into the side of the chappa’ai. It was a shame he didn’t just fall off the ledge but this meant she had more time to decide whether to torture him to death or re-indoctrinate him into her service. He was loyal to the core, after all. Her attack on the First Prime roused the other human man into action but he didn’t have the time to raise his weapon before she gave him the same treatment. With both opponents down, her gaze landed on the human woman feverishly working at the console.
“Stop.” Qetesh ordered her. Her voice was soft but firm and the woman heeded the call. Her back was turned to the goddess and that simply would not do.
“Turn, human.” She ordered again. The woman obeyed. Good. “Jaffa, kree.”
At once, the Jaffa at her sides sprung into action to secure her prisoners for execution. Qetesh walked slowly to the other platform, side-stepping another human man still in the throes of approaching death. The blonde woman didn’t struggle against the Jaffas’ grasp, she was obviously seasoned to such treatments. Qetesh’s gaze swept the console and rose higher to see the universe above them, trying to make sense of this failsafe machine her dear husband had kept so hidden.
“My queen.” One of her Jaffa called to her respectfully. She tore her attention away from the light spectacle to see the woman, the man, and the First Prime kneeling before her, the latter two having been awoken for her. She spared them a moment of reflection before waving her hand.
“Kill them.”
“Wait!” The woman cried as the staff weapons were activated. “We know what this is, how it works!”
Qetesh raised her hand once more and let a smirk take over her lips. She knelt down beside the woman and gently wrapped her fingers around her chin.
“You presume, human, that I don’t?” She patronized gently, delighting in how her metallic voice caused her prey to shudder slightly. She was lying of course, she didn’t quite know what this place was but she could guess. Qetesh straightened herself and turned away when the man’s voice called out to her.
“You might know what this is but you probably don’t know that we’re from Ba’al’s timeline.” He said, trying to convince her to spare his life.
Qetesh paused as the pieces of the puzzle fit into place. From Ba’al’s timeline... Which meant they weren’t from this one. That’s how Ba’al knew everyone’s move, how he knew how to defeat her at Selenis, how to get the Jaffa to join his cause, how to find Earth and contact them. Qetesh looked up to examine the holographic universe and saw the thousands of stars...and their solar flares. This was a temporal device.
“Ba’al came from your timeline.” She echoed. Both humans nodded. “And you know this how?”
“Because we entered a wormhole back to Earth just as he effectuated the time displacement. The difference is that he went from this station to the past and we went through a stargate to Earth as it happened so we were saved from the changes.” She explained.
Qetesh narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
“And in your timeline, you obviously have had much interaction with the Goa’uld, and Ba’al, perhaps even myself.” She posited.
The blonde looked uncertain as to how much to reveal, even after the man encouraged her but the activation of her hand device prompted her into speaking.
“Yes, we had a program in our timeline that allowed us to travel through the stargate. It had been running for over ten years when we were brought here. The Goa’uld were the first hostile aliens we encountered.” She said. “Ba’al was...a recurring problem for us.”
“Hm.” Qetesh said dismissively though her mind worked through all the possibilities. Ba’al was dead but these creatures knew things that could work to her advantage.
“Congratulations.” She told them softly, almost convincingly caring. “You’ve won yourselves some time. Jaffa, kree!”
The Jaffa pinning them to the floor now forced them to their feet and led them forcefully to the ring platform.
“Wait!” The man yelled again and Qetesh breathed deeply in annoyance. She pinned the insolent human with a glare but it didn’t make him cower.
“This man,” he said, pointing the the human she’d stepped over, “he’s a historian. He knows more than either of us do. If you save him he could be useful to you.”
Qetesh cocked her head to the side and looked down to the dying man.
“In essence, you’re telling me I can just kill you two and keep him.” She pointed out maliciously. Fear crossed both their eyes but they stayed silent. She flicked her wrist again and the Jaffa resumed dragging their prisoners to the rings.
“And what shall I do with you?” She asked the still-kneeling First Prime before her once the humans were gone.
“You would do well to kill me before I have a chance to kill you.” He threatened her angrily. Qetesh dropped a gentle hand on his head and dug her nails painfully into his scalp.
“And you would do well not to make promises you cannot keep.” She replied silkily. She retracted her nails, ignoring the blood coating the tips and motioned her Jaffa to take him away as well.
Once the room was devoid of her enemies, Qetesh took a moment to reflect on the fate of this place. On the one hand, she could keep it and alter history to her own advantage...but on the other hand, Ba’al had already done the grunt work for her. He’d built an empire that she was now in control of and led her to the people who were numerous enough to pose a challenge, the Tau’ri, who were now all but extinct. The only people who stood in her way were the small factions of Tok’ra that would be easily taken care of. Yes, these were good times. And this device was a threat against her, especially since the other Goa’uld knew she had sped off toward it and would be wondering what it held.
Her mind made up, Qetesh and her last two Jaffa followed her faithfully as she made her way back to the ring platform. The wounded human still lay awkwardly on the floor, his blood causing an inconvenient stain on the floor to jump over. The others were no doubt lying about his knowledge to save his life but as she looked down at him, she could see his cloudy eyes focus on her and a weak smile graced his lips. Interesting reaction upon seeing the god who took one’s friends prisoner.
Qetesh made quick work of using the healing device on his wound, then walked away from the unconscious man and into the rings.
“Bring him to the ship with the others then place charges on every combustible surface. I want this structure to be unsalvageable.” She ordered as the rings descended to whisk her back to her flagship.
“Yes, my queen.”
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Short chapter, I know. Most of them are for this fic until we get to the heavy stuff, then you know I just can’t be quiet :P Not my usual style either but I really hope you liked it. Please review if you did! Next chapter in a few days!
Next - Chapter 2