| A WORK OF STARGÅTE SG-1 FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2010
| Chapter 8
O'Neill, Teal'c,and Doctor Keller stood as General Hammond
entered the conference room.
"Sit," the General muttered as he pulled out his customary chair
at the head of the table and followed his own order.
"They've recovered the gate address dialed by the, uh, fairies,"
"I thought the dialing computer's buffer was wiped," O'Neill
"It was," Hammond confirmed, "but they were able to reconstruct
the sequence from the surveillance video, speaking of
which..." He lifted the touch-screen remote on the table
and began tapping its tiny screen. The large TV monitor
across the room flashed to life. Random bands of color
rippled across the screen. "This is a slow-motion,
computer-enhanced closeup of the outgoing event horizon," he
explained. A time reference was flickering in one corner
of the screen, and as they watched, circular rings began forming
and spreading across the image, like ripples on a still pond
caused by tossed pebbles. "Note the lavender flashes," the
General said. There were, indeed, tendrils of pinkish
light emanating from the center of the disturbance.
Hammond tapped the remote, again, and the screen changed.
Now, it depicted a somewhat crude image of a fairy in flight,
clutching a bundle of some sort. "This was reconstructed
from a couple of hundred video-frames," Hammond explained, "by
isolating the lavender flashes at the plane of the event horizon
and stacking them together."
"How many fairies passed through the gate?" O'Neill asked.
"Could they get a count?"
"They're still processing the imagery," Hammond answered, "but
so far they've isolated more than twenty fairies, all carrying
what may be bundles of supplies, including one large bundle that
may have been Major Carter." He waved a hand at the
screen. "I'm afraid they're all as indistinct as this
"The two we captured say they
so far, we have no reason not to believe them."
"Yes, our prisoners," Hammond said, and tapped the remote,
again. The image of the astrophysics lab filled the large
screen. Daniel Jackson and Lieutenant Hailey were sitting
on stools around the lab table with the specially shielded
Faraday cage confining the SGC's two fairy prisoners.
"How's the interrogation going?" the General asked.
"It's going, General," O'Neill muttered. "They're not
exactly cooperative, but they are
talking. Daniel's good at this sort of thing."
"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.
Hammond turned to Doctor Keller. "Your patients?"
"I've already released Doctor Felger, MSgt. Harriman, and the
others," Keller responded, "and I expect to release Freya/Anise
later today. Some of the lab results are still pending,
but I don't expect to find anything."
Hammond nodded, then focused on O'Neill. "Colonel," he
said, "I know this is frustrating, but you're going to have to
wait. I'm not going to authorize a rescue mission until we
have more information."
"I understand, General," O'Neill sighed, "and I agree.
These... fairies—I still can't get used to saying that—these
fairies have the ability to make themselves invisible, pull us
in and out of phase and make us big and small, or something,
and... We're probably going to need more than T.E.R.
flashlights and zats to go after them."
"We also don't know if all the
as well as all entrances and exits to the mountain. You
and your team should concentrate on the interrogation."
The General stood, and the others followed suit.
"Dismissed," he said and returned to his office.
O'Neill turned to Keller. "Doc, we really could use the
Tok'ra's help, especially Hailey. The Lieutenant's trying
to figure out the physics of all this, but... you know.
Don't get me wrong. I think Hailey could give a panel of
Nobel laureates a run for their money. There are none
better—except for Sam—but she could use some off-world help."
Keller nodded. "I'll release the Tok'ra as soon as I get
back to the clinic." She turned and left the conference
"Your desire to be with your girlfriend is most understandable,
O'Neill," Teal'c purred.
"Watch it!" Jack growled, raising a fist in warning.
"Let's get some food. I can't remember the last time I
"We should bring some nourishment to the others, as well,"
O'Neill nodded in agreement as they headed for the door.
"I wonder what fairies eat?" he muttered.
There are fairies at the bottom of our astrophysics
| Chapter 8
ON "THE FEY WORLD"
Rain began falling a few minutes
after the dark clouds covered the entire sky. Sam
considered trying to inch-worm her way to shelter, but there was
nothing that qualified anywhere nearby. The first drops
began to fall... then slowly built to a drenching
downpour. The good news: the rain was more or less
warm. The bad news: while Sam was a tiny, bound, gagged,
and naked captive, the raindrops were very much
full-sized. It was like being pelted with water
balloons—like being continuously
pelted with hundreds of
water balloons. Curled up on her side, Sam turned her face
to the wet rock, and persevered.
She heard giggling laughter and lifted her dripping, gagged head
to watch four Janet-fairies, two pale and two tan, scamper
across the clearing.
"She's sooo pretty
all wet and shiny," one of the tan fairies sighed.
"She's sooo pretty as
the rain punishes her skin," one of the pale fairies added.
They laughed, picked Sam up, and headed back the way they'd
come. Sam didn't try to resist. She wanted to be out of the
The fairies deposited Sam at the base of the tree, then stood
apart and began to shiver and shake, shedding droplets of water
from their wings, bodies, and hair in all directions. The
shivering increased in intensity, and they began to glow with lavender
energy. Steam rose from their bodies, then, one by one,
they went still.
"It feels good when I do that," one of them sighed.
"It makes me hungry," another muttered. "Let's hope our
Sisters are preparing the feast, as promised."
Sam's stomach rumbled. She was also hungry... stressed,
wet, helpless—at least a little
"Ready?" one of the fairies asked, and the others giggled and
nodded. They grabbed Sam and picked her up, then beat
their wings and fluttered up among the branches of the tree.
Sam was carried to what amounted to a covered nest made from
twigs, leaves, and handfuls of green moss. It was in the
crook of a large branch, and several smaller branches overhead
had been pulled together and lashed with twisted grass to form a
living canopy. What little rain was making it this close
to the bole of the tree was shed by the overlapping leaves.
Sam was deposited in the nest. Three of the fairies, two
tan and one pale, vibrated and made themselves glow, again...
then joined Sam in the soft moss. Their skin was flushed
and warm against Sam's body as they snuggled close. Two
lay against her sides and the third, one of the Lightlings,
cradled Sam's head in her lap and began untying her gag.
Sam stared up into the Janet-fairy's brown eyes as the smiling
fey unwrapped the outer layers of silk, then the cleaving bands,
and then pulled the sodden silk stuffing from her mouth.
"Thank you," she croaked, working her jaw and licking her lips.
"You're welcome, Zam," the fairy responded, smiling down at her
with Janet's dimpled, incredibly cute smile.
Just then, another of the pale, raven-haired fairies fluttered
to the nest, closely followed by a Lightling and yet another
Darkling. Each of the newcomers was carrying a small
flower of a different variety—small to a Bigling, that is.
In fairy hands the blossoms were the size of mixing bowls.
Two of the flowers were carefully tipped and Sam could see tiny
drops of clear fluid roll down their petals and collect in the
"A nectar cocktail," the fairy holding the flower
explained. She knelt and held it to Sam's mouth, while the
kneeling fairy supported the back of her head.
Sam drank. The "cocktail" was delicious, syrupy but
without being oppressively sweet.
"A pity there's no booze to go with it," one of the pale fairies
purred. "After we use the Temple to make our slaves,
constructing a still will be a high priority."
Sam drank, again, draining the flower. "Thank you," she
whispered. 'Use the
Temple to make slaves'? she wondered, but was too tired
to really worry about what it all meant.
All three flowers were tossed away and the fairies in the nest
with Sam snuggled even closer.
"Rest, Zam," one of them whispered, and closed her eyes.
"We'll keep you safe, Zam," one of the standing fairies added.
"We won't let anything eat you," another said.
"Not even us," the pale fairy lying against Sam's left side
purred, and all the fairies giggled.
The standing fairies fluttered away, and the fairies in the nest
began gently running their warm hands over Sam's body.
"Sleep, Zam," the fairy cradling Sam's head whispered.
Then, the smiling fey began to quietly sing.
Sleep, Zam, sleep;
Close your pretty eyes;
Tomorrow is a new day;
Sleep, Zam, sleep.
Tomorrow we will play;
Golden slumber kiss your
Smiles await you when you
Sleep, pretty baby Zam,
Sam remembered Janet singing like this to Cassie, her adopted
daughter, especially when Cassie was little. Sam used to
visit them often, teaching Cassie how to play chess, helping her
learn to read English, teaching her to play frisbee, soccer, and
softball... and just... hanging out.
Sam let herself relax... and let all thoughts of her captivity
and uncertain future drift away. She knew herself to be
severely conflicted. She certainly didn't want to be tied
up and repeatedly treated like a sex toy—not even by Janet—not even by beings this much like
Janet, she corrected
they are like
Janet, she mused,
and its not like I can do anything to stop them. I'll
sort it all out later... if they give me a chance.
There are fairies at the bottom of our astrophysics
| Chapter 8
MEANWHILE, BACK AT
Jack entered the astrophysics lab
to find Daniel and Freya/Anise still interrogating the captured
fairies. Hailey was busy at the computer, apparently still
working on the portable "fairy-shield" she was trying to
design. Teal'c was standing off to one side, arms crossed
over his chest. Jack noted with approval that Hailey had
taken the time to go to the armory and draw a zat of her own, as
The group noted his arrival, and at his gesture moved to join
him in the hallway.
"Hello, Jack!" the tan fairy shouted across the lab.
"Want me to give you an examination?" the pale fairy asked, and
the fey pair giggled.
Teal'c stood in the doorway, facing the lab, but he was still
able to participate in the debriefing. "I believe they are
becoming more like Doctor Fraiser," the towering Jaffa said
"In what way?" O'Neill inquired.
"I haven't done a formal constrastive semiotic analysis," Daniel
explained, "but I have noticed convergence in their discourse."
Jack favored Daniel with a mildly annoyed expression.
Hailey smiled. "They're talking less like refugees from A Midsummer Night's Dream and
more like the Janet Fraiser we all remember."
"Oh." Jack turned to the Tok'ra. "Making any
progress with the physics?"
"These life-forms appear to have the native ability to alter
their super-symmetry in space-time and harmonic subspace," Anise
answered, "and to include any bio-electric entity in tactile
contact in the field reference. This is not without
Jack sighed. "What?"
Hailey smiled, again. "They can make themselves invisible
by pulling themselves out of phase, so to speak. And their
touch can pull others into the same state."
Anise nodded. "There are specific action-principle
oscillations of boson loops that can lead to—"
"Ah!" Jack objected, raising a hand and shaking his head.
"So, they can be invisible when they want, and can zap you and
make you tiny, like them."
"And zap you back," Daniel confirmed, "whenever they want."
"All of which we already knew," Jack observed, "Where did
they come from?" he asked. "Any progress on that front?"
"Our working theory is they were made by the diagnostic device
we were trying to make," Hailey explained, nodding at the
experimental prototype still on a table in the lab.
"Apparently, there's some sort of program etched into one or
more of the sub-space crystals. We surmise it overrode our program, found a way
to communicate with the stargate, drawing power and possibly
piggybacking on wormholes and out to the gate network... and
made itself some fairies."
O'Neill gazed at the Lieutenant. "And made itself some
"Details aside," Daniel said, "Janet Fraiser's DNA and
engrammatic matrix were on file and registered in the prototype
machine, and an entire library of research material on fairies
was registered in a nearby Tok'ra computer. Sam reported
seeing the machine glowing, eggs appearing and possibly hatching into
fairies, and at the same time the gate started acting funny,
inexplicably drawing extra power. Maybe 'theory' is a little
generous. Let's just say we're starting to see how all of
this might have come
O'Neill was gazing over Teal'c's shoulder at the distant feys in
their cage. "Why haven't they tried to escape? If
they can make themselves invisible..."
Hailey leaned to the side and shouted into the lab. "Hey,
"What?" the Janet-fairies shouted back in unison.
"Show the Colonel your phase-shift trick!"
"Again?" the pale fairy huffed. "It tickles."
"I'll do it," the tan fairy giggled, "for Jack." Suddenly,
the tan fey disappeared—but not completely. Even from out
in the hallway they could see a pinkish aura in the shape of her
tiny body, and tendrils of lavender energy traveled from the
copper mesh of the Faraday cage to wrap around the "invisible"
fairy. After a few seconds, she snapped back to normal and
the aura disappeared. "That does tickle," she giggled, shivering her tiny
body. She then struck a graceful pose. "Taa-dah!"
"Thank you!" Hailey shouted. "The confinement field
prevents them from fully shifting," she explained to O'Neill, in
her normal voice.
"You're welcome!" The tan fairy shouted back.
"Eat me!" the pale fairy added.
"Be nice," the tan fairy scolded, and they both giggled.
"Fairies," Jack muttered under his breath. "Whatcha gonna
do?" He turned back to the others. "So, where do we
stand on the tactical level? Are we any closer to
understanding what the deal is with Sam?"
"Those two," Hailey nodded towards the fairies, "keep referring
to the Major as their 'Queen', and claim she's the prey in their
"It seems to be an adaptation of the Celtic
resurrection/regeneration myth," Daniel lectured. "Sam is
the royal prey that must be hunted down and sacrificed to
complete the cycle of the year and trigger the onset of spring."
Jack's eyebrows shot up in alarm. "Sacrificed?"
"They swear they'd
never hurt her," Haily said, "and I believe them."
"There's more," Daniel continued. "Their 'Hunt' also seems
to be a contest between the two kinds of fairies—the
'Darklings', the pale-skinned, black-haired, violet-eyed
fairies—and the 'Lightlings', the ones that look more like our
Janet. Whichever side wins the contest will be dominant
for the next year."
"And they're just volunteering all this intel?" Jack demanded.
"Not exactly," Daniel admitted. "They don't always answer
direct questions, but they don't mind chatting. We're
piecing it all together."
"He's piecing it all
together," Hailey said, grinning at Daniel. "He's the one
that knows the mythology and can ask the right follow-on
"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.
"Doctor Jackson is a formidable interrogator," Anise intoned.
"And devilishly handsome," Jack muttered, eliciting a disgusted
scowl from Daniel and a delicate blush from Anise. Teal'c
and Hailey exchanged a knowing smile.
"Well... continue what you're doing," Jack ordered. "I'm
helping the General secure the mountain... and thinking about
how we're going to put together a rescue plan that has some
chance of success."
The group nodded and returned to the lab, with the exception of
Freya/Anise. She remained in the hallway with O'Neill.
"Uh... I wish to apologize for my behavior," Freya said, staring
at the floor.
"No problem," O'Neill responded. "You were under the
influence... of fairies."
Freya blinked, and spoke with the voice of the symbiont.
"I also wish to apologize," Anise intoned. "I have already
spoken to Doctor Jackson."
"I accept both your
apologies," O'Neill responded.
"Lieutenant Hailey's theory that the naquata in our bloodstream
exacerbated the inebriatory effect of the fairy phase-shifting
is consistent with Tok'ra research," Anise added.
"Attempts to develop an effective phase-cloak have sometimes met
with similar side-effects. The critical factor is the
sub-space frequencies involved in the transition."
"Uh... okay," O'Neill muttered. "Anyway, I forgive you."
"Thank you," Anise said, then blinked. "Thank you, Jack,"
Freya said, as well, then turned and reentered the lab.
Jack focused on the fairies, who were engaged in conversation
(and at the same time shamelessly
office. Hang in there,
Sam, he mused. We're
coming for you... somehow.
There are fairies at the bottom of our astrophysics
| Chapter 8
ON "THE FEY
Sam snapped awake. She was
still in the "fairy nest" and was still tied up. The
fairies were wrapping her in the transport net. Obviously,
she was about to be moved. "What—nrrfh!"
A pale fairy was stuffing the silk stuffing back in her mouth
and retying the rest of her gag. The others continued
wrapping the net and hitching the carrying ropes through its
loops. When her gag was in place, they closed the net over
her head and secured the final ropes.
"To the Great Temple!" one of the fairies cried, and the others
brandished their sticks and lifted into the air.
The ropes snapped taut—"Mrrpfh!"—and Sam was airborne, as well.
The rain had stopped and the sun was out. The fairies
carried her up near the tops of the trees, dodging in and out of
the dappled shade of the tallest branches. Now and then,
Sam could see the same snowy mountains ringing the horizon and
the much smaller, much nearer mountain of moss-covered boulders
that was beyond the stargate. Directly ahead, she began
catching glimpses of what had to be the "Great Temple" that was
their declared destination. At first, she'd taken it to be
a grassy hill strewn with boulders, but as they came closer she
could see the boulders were cupolas, small towers, and chimneys
scattered across the dome of a huge, stadium-sized
building. Either the colossal edifice was of
earth-sheltered design, or was so ancient it had accumulated
enough wind-blown debris to form a soil layer that could support
grass and moss.
They zoomed in through an open cupola and down into a vast
space. Sam gazed through the mesh of the net in
wonder. It was magnificent!
Mosaic patterns swirled across the tiled floor and up the inner
wall of the dome. Spiral staircases led to balconies and
galleries of enclosed rooms, and a stream was running across the
floor, emptying into a large, clear pool. The details and
the overall design, itself, had a natural, chaotic aspect and a regular geometry,
like plants growing through an array of mineral crystals.
All the colors of the rainbow were present. It was like
nothing Sam had ever seen, and it was beautiful.
"The Great Temple!" one of Sam's fairy handlers cried, and the
They spiraled down to a large group of fairies near the pool,
and Sam realized the scale of the "Temple". It had been
built by or for "Biglings", for beings of "normal" size.
To Sam, the countless steps of the many staircases were each ten
or twelve feet in height. No big deal, of course, if you
happened to have a nice, functioning pair of fairy wings—which
Sam did not.
Even if her captors untied her and offered no interference,
exploring the city-sized structure (and finding a way to escape
from it) would require a great deal of strenuous climbing.
The fairies by the pool all cheered and helped Sam's guards
unwrap the net. She squirmed and mewled complaints as
their hands slid over her helpless body, but at this point it
was pro forma resistance.
They carried her to a pile of flat, over-sized cushions and
placed her on a silky, round pillow the size of a large fairy
bed. One of them knelt beside her head and began untying
"Thank you," Sam croaked as the stuffing was pulled from her
mouth. She gazed into the fairy's eyes. They were
brown. She was one of the Lightlings. "Please," Sam
begged. "My arms and shoulders are sore. Do I have to be tied up like
One of the nearby Darklings giggled. "No, Zam, we can tie
you much tighter."
"Don't be mean," the fairy cradling Sam's head chided, then
leaned close and kissed Sam's lips. "Do you promise to be
a good Queen, Zam?" she cooed.
Sam gazed into her eyes and blinked, uncertainly. "Uh...
I'm not sure what being a 'good Queen' means," she admitted.
All the Janet-fairies giggled and several knelt on the
cushion. Their tan and pale hands began untying Sam's
"You can't help being a good Queen, Zam," one of the Lightlings
"The Queen must be helpless," one of the Darklings
objected. "It is The Great Hunt." She began wrapping
loops of rope around Sam's just untied right wrist.
Another fey held Sam's forearm, so she couldn't resist.
"The Queen must be helpless," all the fairies chanted in
agreement. In short order, Sam's wrists and ankles were
confined in elegantly tied rope cuffs, with long, slack, free
ends dangling in four directions.
Sam watched as four fairies, two Dark and two Light, took the
ends of each of the ropes and tied them around their
waists. Technically, she was bound in a spread-eagle, with
a fairy attached to each of her limbs. For the moment she
was being allowed near total freedom of motion—but Sam was under
no delusion that her captors couldn't instantly exert complete
control of her naked body.
Sam looked around and noticed that off to one side, near the
edge of the pool, six large eggs were grouped together on the
tiled floor. All were a pale, pinkish ivory, and were
mottled with sepia streaks and dots. As she watched, a
pair of fairies fluttered into view from a side corridor,
carrying a seventh egg between them in a rope net. They
deposited it with the others, then withdrew the way they had
"The Machine of Life can work with much greater efficiency when
it doesn't have to reach through the portal," one of the fairies
"You're making more of yourselves?" Sam asked, and the fairies
"No, Zilly Zam," a Darkling answered. "We are making
"Servants," one of the Lightlings corrected her pale Sister.
"Tomayto, tomahto," the Darkling
"Look," a tan fairy gasped, pointing to the eggs. "The
first hatching is nigh!"
One of the eggs was rocking back and forth, and as they watched,
a crack appeared in the shell. The crack widened, clear
fluid began leaking—and then—a tiny, wet, pale hand appeared in
The shell split, and a female figure was revealed. It was
a fairy, but, unlike any of the Janet-fairies, it had blond
hair, apparent even though it was dripping wet. The
newborn fey had fair skin, like the Darklings, although with
more of a pinkish tint, but it had pointed, elongated ears, like
both varieties of Janets. Its dragonfly wings were visibly
inflating and growing stiff as the fairy unfolded itself from a
fetal tuck. She lifted her head and turned her face to Sam
and the Janet-fairies. Her brown eyes blinked as she tried
to focus, and she was—
"Hailey!" Sam gasped. The newborn fairy was, indeed, the
spitting (and slime drenched) image of Jennifer Hailey.
"Sam!" the Hailey-fairy gasped, and began to crawl towards the
"We should clean her," one of the Lightlings suggested.
"We should bind her," a Darkling growled.
"Training can wait," a Lightling huffed. She climbed to
her feet and hurried to the Hailey-fairy. Others of her
Sisters joined her, Light and Dark.
The Janet-fairies used soft cloths and water from the pool to
clean the Hailey-fairy. All the while, the little blond
fey weakly struggled—and she was
to reach Sam. She kept chanting "Sam, Sam, Sam..." over
and over, like a toddler calling her mother.
Finally, the Hailey-fey was as clean and dry as the Janets could
make her, and they let her make her wobbly, uncertain way to the
pillow-bed. She crawled across the soft surface to Sam's
right foot... and gave it a delicate kiss. Her tiny form
shivered with delight, and she gazed at Sam with worshipful
Sam felt a rush of what she could only think of as maternal
love. She opened her arms, and the Hailey-fairy giggled
with delight and crawled into her warm embrace.
"Ahhhh..." the Janet-fairies cooed, both varieties.
"She loves you, Zam," a Lightling whispered.
"Just like we love
you," a Darkling added. Her pale Sisters gazed at her with
expressions of mild disapproval, and she blushed. "Well,
we do," she said, defensively.
"We do," several Lightlings agreed, and they all giggled.
Meanwhile, the Hailey-fey was snuggled against Sam's left side,
with her face resting against the side of Sam's breast.
Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be asleep.
This is insane, Sam
mused. Kidnapped by
Janet-fairies, worshiped by a Hailey-fairy... insane.
She leaned down and kissed the Hailey's damp hair.
"Ahhh..." the Janets cooed, again.
"Shuddup," Sam muttered, and her stomach grumbled.
"Where's that feast you guys promised?" she demanded
(whispering, so as not to disturb her new friend).
The Janet-fairies giggled (also being carefully quiet).
"Soon," one of the Lightlings whispered. "Very soon."
"Good," Sam huffed. "I'm starving."
"Sam," the Hailey-fairy whispered, and she wiggled against Sam's
Down by the pool, the pair of net-toting Janet-fairies (or
another pair) had returned with another Hailey-egg, and were
depositing it next to the others. They giggled and pointed
at the slumbering Hailey-fey, then fluttered away.
Sam noticed that two more of the clutch of Hailey-eggs were
beginning to shake and rock. Clearly, she would soon have
friends. A third egg began to move. Probably a lot more, she
There are fairies at the bottom of our astrophysics
| Chapter 8
BACK AT THE SGC... AGAIN
The interrogation of the
"First-Hatched Janet-fairies" continued.
It turned out "fairies" liked a balanced diet, but their
favorite dessert was—
"Cupcakes!" the Lightling and Darkling said together, quivering
with glee as Hailey opened the cage and handed them a small
plate of mini-cupcakes covered with white frosting and
multi-colored sprinkles. It was safe to open the cage door
as Teal'c had the feys covered with his zat. It was
increasingly difficult to think of the feys as terrible threats,
but SG-1 wasn't taking any chances.
"The cooks took it as a challenge to make 'micro-cupcakes',"
Hailey said to Colonel O'Neill with a grin. "They had to
send somebody out to 'Bed Bath & Beyond' for mini-muffin
"Fascinating," O'Neill said, dryly. He watched as the
Janet-fairies each devoured a cupcake.
The Darkling noticed Jack staring at her. "What?" she
demanded, hands on hips.
Jack touched the right corner of his upper lip, "Uh... you have
"I'll get it," the Lightling giggled, and licked her Sister's
"Stop it," the Darkling huffed, and wiped her mouth. She
looked at the smudge of icing now on the back of her hand, and
licked it clean.
Just then, Daniel returned to the lab. "Got 'em," he said,
waving a thumb-drive.
Hailey took the drive from Daniel, plugged it into the nearby
computer, then began tapping the keyboard. "There they
are," she said, and turned the screen to face the cage.
"Ooooh, more pictures!" the Lightling cooed. A slide-show
had begun, image following image, and all featuring the late
Janet Fraiser going about her duties as CMO.
"I'm sleepy," the Darkling huffed, munching on another cupcake.
"You are not," the Lightling chided, and pointed to the
screen. "Look! I remember that one!"
"How many photos did Admin have on file?" O'Neill asked Daniel
in a whisper.
"More than two-hundred," Daniel whispered back. He'd had
the idea that showing the fairies photos of Janet Fraiser might
trigger more buried memories. "For some reason," he
grinned, "the unit photographers snapped a lot of pictures of Janet."
"Yeah," Jack huffed, "a real mystery, and I bet they have hardly
any shots of Sam."
"It seems to be working," Daniel whispered.
The Lightling was smiling at the screen, but the Darkling
continued to scowl. Suddenly, both fairies gave a startled
The latest photo showed Sam playing chess with Janet's foster
daughter, Cassandra, with Janet watching from the
background. They were in the SGC clinic, about two years
in the past, at a time when residual effects of the Goa'uld
Nirrti's genetic engineering had threatened Cassie's life.
Now eighteen and a college coed, present-day Cassandra seemed to
be completely healthy, indistinguishable from any native of
earth. However, shortly before this photo was taken, she'd
nearly died because of Nirrti's callous manipulations.
"Cassandra!" the fairies said, in unison. For the
Lightling, it was a happy cry, but for the Darkling, a horrified
"Now I remember!" the
Lightling laughed. "Cassandra!"
"No, take it away!" the pale fairy sobbed.
Instead, Hailey tapped a key and paused the slide-show.
The Lightling embraced her Sister. "She's our daughter!"
she cried, and focused on Hailey. "Cassie's okay?"
Hailey smiled, nodded, and wiped a tear from her right
eye. "She's fine."
"I talked to her last month," Jack said. "She's fine."
Daniel whispered in Hailey's ear, and the Lieutenant nodded and
went to the phone.
"I won't lose my freedom!" the Darkling cried, trying to push
her tan Sister away.
"She's our daughter," the Lightling said, and kissed the
Darkling's cheek. "Don't be afraid. Remember.
She needed us. We loved her, and she loved us. Remember."
"Nooooo," the Darkling wailed. "I won't be tied down!"
"What's happening?" Jack whispered to Daniel.
"I'm not sure," Daniel whispered back. "Some sort of
Hailey hung up the phone and whispered to
Daniel. "They found one, and they're e-mailing it
now." She turned the computer screen away, tapped the
keyboard for several seconds, then turned the screen back.
A new photo had appeared, one showing only Cassandra Fraiser.
"Nooooo!" the Darkling screamed.
"Yesssss!" the Lightling laughed.
"I'm afraid," the pale fairy sobbed, shivering in her Sister's
"I know, I know," the tan fairy cooed. "It's scary, but it
was worth it, wasn't it?"
"I... she's so brave, and smart," the Darkling sobbed,
"and... I'm afraid!"
"Helping her grow helped us grow,"
the Lightling said, "I mean her... I mean Janet... and
Cassie." She focused on Jack. "Cassie's really
Jack sighed. "She was devastated when you were killed," he
said, "I mean when Janet was
We all were, but Cassie got through it, with Sam's help.
Janet would be very proud of her, and whatever of Janet is
inside you should be proud, as well."
"I am," the Lightling said, her eyes brimming.
"I am, too," the Darkling whispered, then returned her Sister's
embrace with all her strength. "I am, too!" she cried.
Suddenly, there was a crackling snap and lavender tendrils of energy
enveloped the fairies. Their tightly hugging forms took on
a rippling aura of pinkish flame, and bolts of energy began
leaping from the cage and flickering around the lab.
"What the hell?" O'Neill cried.
"Do not block my line of fire," Teal'c said, pointing his zat at
the fairies. Whether he intended to fire or not became
instantly moot as a tendril of energy enveloped the weapon and
it flew from his hand. Other bolts fried the computer and
the overhead light fixture. The fluorescent tubes exploded
and sparks flew. There was a blinding violet
the lab table—then all was dark.
Ozone and acrid smoke filled the air. The blue-white
emergency lighting flickered on, and O'Neill, Teal'c, and Hailey
frantically looked around the lab.
The lab table was a complete wreck. The Faraday cage and
electronic components of Hailey's "fairy jail" were a twisted,
smoking ruin, as if a small bomb had gone off inside.
"Where's Daniel?" Jack demanded.
"Where are the prisoners?" Teal'c added.
"Help me!" a tiny voice cried.
They scrambled around the table to find Daniel sprawled on the
floor. A Janet-Fairy—a single
Janet-fairy—was attempting to hold a gash on Daniel's
scalp closed with her tiny hands.
"He was hit by part of the cage," the fairy said.
"Possible concussion. Get a medical team down here," she
told Hailey, then focused on Teal'c. "First aid kit," she
ordered. "And you," she told O'Neill, "help me hold the
The three blinked and exchanged startled expressions.
"Let's move it, people!" the Janet-fairy ordered.
Jack nodded, Hailey grabbed the phone, and Teal'c went for the
medical kit mounted on the wall near the door. Jack knelt
at Daniel's side and pinched the sides of the cut
together. It continued to ooze blood, but was no longer
Daniel groaned and opened his eyes.
"Don't move!" the Janet-fairy ordered.
Daniel blinked and lay still. "Uh, okay," he muttered.
"Where's the Goth?" Jack demanded. The single fairy before
him—still holding the margins of Daniel's gash closed with her
tiny, bloody hands—was tan, with auburn hair and brown eyes, and
she wasn't wearing a collar. "Where's the other one?"
The tiny Janet-fairy stared up at O'Neill's giant face.
"There is no other," she answered. "The two have become
one. There is no Darkling or Lighting, there is only
Janet—and I am Janet."
There are fairies at the bottom of our astrophysics
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