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The Prophecy (ch 1/28)

This the first chapter of a story I've been experimenting with. I'm hoping that posting it will prompt my muse to continue it.

Title: The Prophecy

Author: dhamphir

Fandom: SG-1 (AU)

Pairing: Sam/Janet, Janet/OFC

Rating: eventually NC17

Summary: Months after Janet Fraiser is lost on P3X-666 the Asgard inform SG-1 they must go through the stargate on mission... to fulfill an Ancient prophecy. They find something they never expected.

Spoilers/Timeline: AU. Starts immediately after Heroes II, so anything before then is fair game. However, since this is AU canon may or may not be followed.
Archive: Only with permission

Disclaimer: Stargate and its characters belong to MGM and Gekko, not me. No copyright infringement intended, no money being made.

A/N1: Special thanks to [info]oxfordshoes2 for the beta!

 

 

The Prophecy

 

 

 

Pain. God-awful, indescribable pain.

 

The staff weapon blasts to her side and chest hurt more than her mind could comprehend. She’d never question a patient about their level of pain from a staff blast again.

 

Death.

 

Nothingness. Blessed, peaceful nothingness.

 

~~~

 

The pain was bearable... barely. It hurt to breathe. She wanted to retreat back into the nothingness. She kept her respiration shallow in an effort to minimize the waves of pain that accompanied every breath. After a few minutes she tried to open her eyes. She sensed more than saw a shadow pass over her and then felt something pressed to the side of her neck. She no sooner registered the pain receding before she felt her mind and body succumb to sedation.

 

~~~

 

The pain wasn’t so bad the next time she woke. Still, she took several slow breaths while she tried to find her mental balance. She slowly took stock. Her chest and side hurt, but the pain was no longer debilitating. She felt the soft resistance of the bed beneath her body and the light caress of the slick sheet covering her. Definitely not Air Force issue. She opened her eyes a crack, the light preventing her from opening them any wider.

 

A warm hand touched the bare skin of her shoulder.

 

“Easy does it. Don’t try to move yet. Your injuries were severe and you still need to rest.”

 

She closed her eyes and tried to swallow. “Thirsty,” she managed to croak.

 

“I understand. I’ll get you something to drink.” The hand on her shoulder disappeared. The women quickly returned with a glass of water. She supported Janet’s head as she held the glass to her lips. “Just a few sips.”

 

The water seemed to absorb directly into the dryness of her mouth before she could actually swallow it. After a couple of sips she laid her head back. “Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome. Now get some more sleep.”

 

Janet couldn’t fight her body to stay awake; she was soon asleep again.

 

The woman looked at the dog tags in her hand.

 

FRAISER, JANET E.

008-00-0703   AF

AB POS

PROTESTANT

 

She’d only seen such identification tags in a museum or in a computer file. It had been a very long time since they’d been used. She turned away from the bed and walked away. She placed the tags on a sensor and ran a scan. The quantum signature verified the injured woman was not from an alternate universe. So the question was: Had she been thrown back in time, or was this Janet Fraiser thrown forward in time? Or were they in some totally different time altogether?

 

~~~

 

Kris sensed her wife coming to and rushed to her side. She gently took her hand in her own and gazed into her deep blue eyes as they opened. She couldn’t stop her tears from escaping no matter how hard she tried.

 

“What happened?”

 

“We crashed.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I don’t know. We were flying along and all of a sudden a planet appeared out of nowhere, and we were already in its atmosphere. If not for your skill, we would have crashed at full impulse speed.”

 

Her wife took a slow breath. “I can’t feel my legs.”

 

She let out deep breath. “That’s... prob­a­bly for the best.”

 

Her wife looked her in the eyes and nodded in understanding. “I love you,” she whispered quietly, even as she reached out to her with her mind.

 

When Kris felt her wife’s mind touch hers, she was flooded with the purity of emotion behind those three small words. “And I love you,” she replied verbally as well as in her mind.

 

They both knew her wife was dying and that they were probably sharing the mind-touch for the last time. The dying woman slipped into unconsciousness. Kris simply sat next to her with silent tears running down her face, holding her hand.

 

~~~

 

The next time Janet woke up she felt significantly better, though far from pain free. However, she was finally strong enough to attempt to move. Very carefully, with her arm held tight across her chest, she managed to sit up. The movement stole her breath and it took a few moments for her get her bearings. One step at a time she methodically evaluated herself and her surroundings.

 

She was naked with nothing but the satin sheet that she held to her chest. She looked around her unfamiliar surroundings. It appeared she was on some kind of ship – a space ship – but not of any design she recognized. On a nearby counter she spied some clothes neatly folded. Janet carefully eased off of the bed and onto her feet. She picked up the garments – a t-shirt that was a little large for her and cotton, drawstring pants – and put them on. The movement pulled at her sore chest. It took a few minutes to catch her breath.

 

Once Janet marshaled her reserves and her resolve she began to look around, trying to discover some hint about where she was and whose ship she was on.

 

“How are you feeling?”

 

Janet jumped at the unexpected voice. She hadn’t heard anyone approaching.

 

Kris took in the injured woman’s scared but defiant expression. It was obvious she was afraid of her so she backed away a little. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “It’s alright. I’m not your enemy, and as far as my ship’s sensors can tell, whoever did attack you is nowhere around here.” The petite brunette seemed to let go of a little of her apprehension, so she tried again.


“How are you feeling?”

 

“Better.” Janet paused. “I didn’t mean to be so nosy.”

 

She smiled. “It’s alright. I’d be curious, too, if I were you.”

 

Janet winced a little as she sat down.

 

“Sore?”

 

She nodded.

 

“I’m not surprised. You had some very bad plasma burns. It’ll take a few more days for your body to fully recuperate. In fact, now that you’re up, your new skin could benefit from another treatment with the dermal stimulator. I’m sure you’re still more than a little tender.” The clenched jaw and deep breath that Janet let out as she closed her eyes and nodded confirmed her observation. “Come on.”

 

Janet was led back to the bed where she was told to lie down. Doing as she was told, Janet pulled the t-shirt up to expose the wound on her side. The woman ran some device over it. Janet took the opportunity to take in her mysterious benefactor.

 

The woman was obviously humanoid. She was about four inches taller than herself, had short, dark hair and the darkest eyes Janet had ever seen. She couldn’t even distinguish the pupils from the surrounding irises. They were completely black, and she found them rather mesmerizing. She had no idea who this woman was, but there was something about her... Janet found herself calming and somehow sensing she had nothing to fear from this woman. She was pulled out of her musings when the woman spoke.

 

“How does that feel?”

 

Janet suddenly realized her side felt better. “Better.”

 

“Good. Now I need to do the same to your chest wound.”

 

Janet nodded in understanding and raised the t-shirt up to expose her chest. When the woman was done she put the dermal stimulator back in the medkit. Janet lowered her shirt. “That feels much better. Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome. From the looks of it, you should only require one or two more treatments with the stimulator.” She pointed to an open door that appeared to lead to a bathroom. “What’s left of your uni­form is in there. I didn’t find any other belongings except these,” Kris said as she handed her the dog tags. “Make yourself at home. I have to get back to Lena. She was injured too severely to be moved.” She turned to go.

 

“Wait, maybe I can help. I’m a doctor.” Janet didn’t get a response, but she grabbed the medkit and followed the other woman.

 

Stepping outside, it was obvious the ship they’d been in had crash-landed. There was considerable damage to the exterior of the ship. The planet looked much like others she’d been on – it had a lot of trees.

 

Kris sat down next to her wife, taking her hand in her own. Janet moved to the other side of the obviously injured woman and began to examine her to assess the damage.

 

“There’s no need, Doctor. There’s nothing you can do,” she said quietly.

 

Janet looked beseechingly at the woman that had helped her. “You healed me and I was hit by a staff weapon. There has to be something in this medkit that can help her.”

 

Kris sadly shook her head. She pulled out the medical scanner from the medkit and scanned Lena before handing it to the doctor. “See for yourself.”

 

It didn’t take long for Janet to understand the readings... and the futility of any treatment. She spoke in a whisper, “I’m sorry.”

 

She caressed Lena’s face. After several moments she let out a deep breath and looked at the doctor. “Are you hungry?”

 

Janet nodded.

 

“I’ll get us something to eat. I’ll be right back.”

 

She went back inside the ship and came back out with a light meal for both of them, which they ate in silence. When they were done eating Kris took their plates back in and disposed of them. When she came back out the doctor was checking Lena’s pulse.

 

She sat and took Lena’s hand in hers, then looked up at the doctor. “So, according to your dog tags, you’re in the Air Force, Dr. Fraiser.”

 

Janet nodded. “You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but...”

 

“I’m Admiral Kris Kay.” She looked down at Lena. “And this is Admiral Lena Sheldon.” She paused as she caressed her cheek. “My wife,” she was barely able to add in a choked whisper. A lone tear trailed down her face. She closed her eyes and took a slow, deep breath in an attempt to gather herself.

 

Janet laid her hand gently on her arm in sympathy. “I’m so sorry,” she said quietly. Once she could tell the other woman had gotten herself together she spoke again. “And where are you from?” she asked.

 

“Actually, our home is in Montana where Lena grew up.”

 

“So you are from Earth.”

 

Kris nodded. “Yes. I don’t think the question we’re facing is so much where we’re from, as when. Particularly since our quantum signatures verify we are from the same universe and we’re not dealing with some alternate universe situation. What’s the last thing you remember?”

 

Janet let out a deep breath and nodded in understanding. “I was in the field tending to a wound­ed soldier on P3X-666.”

 

“That’s one of the old binary designations, and if I’m not mistaken, not anywhere near where Lena and I were before we crashed. Let’s take a look.” She got up and entered the ship; Janet followed. Kris pulled up the info on the computer. “Our last known position was in the Capson Sector and P3X-666 was in the Elon Sector,” Kris said, pointing to the different points on the display.

 

“So how the hell did I end up here? Wherever here is,” Janet asked.

 

“I don’t know. I found you a few meters from the ship, brought you inside and treated your wounds.”

 

The two women then compared dates – 2004 vs. 2498. There was nearly 500 years between their places in time.

 

“So now we have to deal with a possible time paradox,” Janet said with a sigh.

 

“Yeah. I’ll have to watch what and how much I say.”

 

Janet groaned. “This is giving me a headache.”

 

“I know what you mean. Temporal mechanics is always worth a migraine or two.”

 

“Sam would be better at this.”

 

“Sam?”

 

“Major Samantha Carter. She’s the expert on this kind of stuff. She has a PhD in Theoretical Astrophysics, and knows more about the Stargate Program, alternate realities and grandfather paradoxes than anyone.”

 

Kris detected a note of sadness in her expression and tone of voice. She gave her a small smile. “Dr. Sam­antha Carter – her work was required reading at the academy.”

 

Janet smiled.

 

*******


Chapter 2

Tags: au, character: janet fraiser, character: kris kay fraiser, character: ofc, character: samantha carter, fandom: sg1, fic, pairing: janet/kris, pairing: janet/ofc, pairing: sam/janet, prophecy, rating: nc17
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