| A WORK OF STARGÅTE
FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2010
| Chapter 8
"Sit," the General muttered as he pulled out his customary chair
head of the table and
followed his own order. "They've recovered the gate
dialed by the, uh, fairies," he announced.
"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
which..." He lifted the touch-screen remote on the table
began tapping its tiny screen. The large TV monitor across
the room flashed to life. Random bands of color rippled
the screen. "This is a slow-motion, computer-enhanced
the outgoing event horizon," he explained. A time
was flickering in one corner of the screen, and as they watched,
circular rings began forming and spreading across the image,
ripples on a still pond caused by tossed pebbles. "Note
lavender flashes," the General said. There were, indeed,
of pinkish light emanating from the center of the disturbance.
Hammond tapped the remote, again, and the screen changed.
depicted a somewhat crude image of a fairy in flight, clutching
some sort. "This was reconstructed from a couple of
video-frames," Hammond explained, "by isolating the lavender
the plane of the event horizon and stacking them together."
"How many fairies passed through the gate?" O'Neill asked.
they get a count?"
"They're still processing the imagery," Hammond answered, "but
isolated more than twenty fairies, all carrying what may be
supplies, including one large bundle that may have been Major
Carter." He waved a hand at the screen. "I'm afraid
all as indistinct as this one."
"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,
The image of the
astrophysics lab filled the large screen. Daniel Jackson
Lieutenant Hailey were sitting on stools around the lab table
specially shielded Faraday cage confining the SGC's two fairy
prisoners. "How's the interrogation going?" the General
"It's going, General," O'Neill muttered. "They're not
cooperative, but they are talking.
"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.
Hammond turned to Doctor Keller. "Your patients?"
"I've already released Doctor Felger, MSgt. Harriman, and the
Keller responded, "and I expect to release Freya/Anise later
today. Some of the lab results are still pending, but I
Hammond nodded, then focused on O'Neill. "Colonel," he
know this is frustrating, but you're going to have to
going to authorize a
mission until we have more information."
"I understand, General," O'Neill sighed, "and I agree.
fairies—I still can't get used to saying that—these fairies have
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
exits to the mountain. You and your team should
the interrogation." The General stood, and the others
suit. "Dismissed," he said and returned to his office.
O'Neill turned to Keller. "Doc, we really could use the
help, especially Hailey. The Lieutenant's trying to figure
of all this, but... you know. Don't get me wrong. I
Hailey could give a
panel of Nobel laureates a run for their money. There are
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
clinic." She turned and left the conference room.
"Your desire to be with your girlfriend is most understandable,
"Watch it!" Jack growled, raising a fist in warning.
some food. I can't remember the last time I ate."
"We should bring some nourishment to the others, as well,"
O'Neill nodded in agreement as they headed for the door.
fairies eat?" he muttered.
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"THE FEY WORLD"
Rain began falling a
few minutes after the dark clouds covered the entire sky.
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
drenching downpour. The good news: the rain was more or
warm. The bad news: while Sam was a tiny, bound, gagged,
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
Curled up on her side, Sam turned her face to the wet rock, and
She heard giggling laughter and lifted her dripping, gagged head
watch four Janet-fairies, two pale and two tan, scamper across
"She's sooo pretty
and shiny," one of the tan fairies sighed.
"She's sooo pretty as
rain punishes her skin," one of the pale fairies added.
They laughed, picked Sam up, and headed back the way they'd
Sam didn't try to resist. She wanted to be out of the rain.
The fairies deposited Sam at the base of the tree, then stood
and began to shiver and shake, shedding droplets of water from
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,
"It feels good when I do that," one of them sighed.
"It makes me hungry," another muttered. "Let's hope our
are preparing the feast, as promised."
Sam's stomach rumbled. She was also hungry... stressed,
helpless—at least a little afraid—and
"Ready?" one of the fairies asked, and the others giggled and
nodded. They grabbed Sam and picked her up, then beat
and fluttered up among the branches of the tree.
Sam was carried to what amounted to a covered nest made from
leaves, and handfuls of green moss. It was in the crook of
large branch, and several smaller branches overhead had been
lashed with twisted grass to form a living canopy. What
little rain was making it this close to the bole of the tree was
the overlapping leaves.
Sam was deposited in the nest. Three of the fairies, two
one pale, vibrated and made themselves glow, again... then
Sam in the soft moss. Their skin
was flushed and warm against Sam's body as they snuggled
Two lay against her sides and the third, one of the Lightlings,
Sam's head in her lap
and began untying her gag.
Sam stared up into the Janet-fairy's brown eyes as the smiling
unwrapped the outer layers of silk, then the cleaving bands, and
pulled the sodden silk stuffing from her mouth. "Thank
croaked, working her jaw and licking her lips.
"You're welcome, Zam," the fairy responded, smiling down at her
incredibly cute smile.
Just then, another of the pale, raven-haired fairies fluttered
nest, closely followed by a Lightling and yet another
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
mixing bowls. Two of the flowers were carefully tipped and
could see tiny drops of clear fluid roll down their petals and
"A nectar cocktail," the fairy holding the flower
knelt and held it to Sam's mouth, while the kneeling fairy
the back of her head.
Sam drank. The "cocktail" was delicious, syrupy but
"A pity there's no booze to go with it," one of the pale fairies
"After we use the Temple to make our slaves, constructing a
will be a high priority."
Sam drank, again, draining the flower. "Thank you," she
whispered. 'Use the
make slaves'? she wondered, but was too tired to really
about what it all meant.
All three flowers were tossed away and the fairies in the nest
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
all the fairies giggled.
The standing fairies fluttered away, and the fairies in the nest
gently running their warm hands over Sam's body.
"Sleep, Zam," the fairy cradling Sam's head whispered.
smiling fey began to quietly sing.
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
especially when Cassie was little. Sam used to visit them
teaching Cassie how to play chess, helping her learn to read
teaching her to play frisbee, soccer, and softball... and
Sam let herself relax... and let all thoughts of her captivity
uncertain future drift away. She knew herself to be
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 herself. But...
are like Janet, she
its not like I can do anything to stop them. I'll sort
out later... if they give
me a chance.
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the astrophysics lab to find Daniel and Freya/Anise still
the captured fairies. Hailey was busy at the computer,
still working on the portable "fairy-shield" she was trying to
design. Teal'c was standing off to one side, arms crossed
his chest. Jack noted with approval
that Hailey had taken the time to go to the armory and draw a
her own, as he'd ordered.
The group noted his arrival, and at his gesture moved to join
"Hello, Jack!" the tan fairy shouted across the lab.
"Want me to give you an examination?" the pale fairy asked, and
Teal'c stood in the doorway, facing the lab, but he was still
participate in the debriefing. "I believe they are
like Doctor Fraiser," the towering Jaffa said quietly.
"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
like the Janet Fraiser we all remember."
"Oh." Jack turned to the Tok'ra. "Making any
"These life-forms appear to have the native ability to alter
space-time and harmonic subspace," Anise answered, "and to
bio-electric entity in tactile contact in the field
This is not without precedent."
Jack sighed. "What?"
Hailey smiled, again. "They can make themselves invisible
pulling themselves out of phase, so to speak. And their
can pull others into the same state."
Anise nodded. "There are specific action-principle
loops that can lead to—"
"Ah!" Jack objected, raising a hand and shaking his head.
they can be invisible when they want, and can zap you and make
tiny, like them."
"And zap you back," Daniel confirmed, "whenever they want."
"All of which we already knew," Jack observed, "Where did
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.
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
O'Neill gazed at the Lieutenant. "And made itself some
"Details aside," Daniel said, "Janet Fraiser's DNA and
matrix were on file and registered in the prototype machine, and
of research material on fairies was registered in a nearby
computer. Sam reported seeing
the machine glowing, eggs appearing and possibly hatching into
the same time the gate started acting funny, inexplicably
power. Maybe 'theory' is
this might have come
O'Neill was gazing over Teal'c's shoulder at the distant feys in
"Why haven't they tried to escape? If they can make
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,
tan fey disappeared—but not completely. Even from out in
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
to wrap around the "invisible" fairy. After a few seconds,
snapped back to normal and the aura disappeared. "That does tickle," she giggled,
shivering her tiny body. She then struck a graceful
"Thank you!" Hailey shouted. "The confinement field
from fully shifting," she explained to O'Neill, in her normal
"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
where do we stand on the tactical level? Are we any closer
understanding what the deal is with Sam?"
"Those two," Hailey nodded towards the fairies, "keep referring
Major as their 'Queen', and claim she's the prey in their 'Great
"It seems to be an adaptation of the Celtic
resurrection/regeneration myth," Daniel lectured. "Sam is
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
hurt her," Haily said, "and I believe them."
"There's more," Daniel continued. "Their 'Hunt' also seems
contest between the two kinds of fairies—the 'Darklings', the
pale-skinned, black-haired, violet-eyed fairies—and the
ones that look more like our Janet. Whichever side wins
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
questions, but they don't mind chatting. We're piecing it
"He's piecing it all
together," Hailey said, grinning at Daniel. "He's the one
knows the mythology and can ask the right follow-on questions."
"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.
"Doctor Jackson is a formidable interrogator," Anise intoned.
"And devilishly handsome," Jack muttered, eliciting a disgusted
from Daniel and a delicate blush from Anise. Teal'c and
exchanged a knowing smile.
"Well... continue what you're doing," Jack ordered. "I'm
the General secure the mountain... and thinking about
how we're going to put together a rescue plan that has some
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
Freya blinked, and spoke with the voice of the symbiont.
wish to apologize," Anise intoned. "I have already spoken
"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
consistent with Tok'ra research," Anise added. "Attempts
effective phase-cloak have sometimes met with similar
side-effects. The critical factor is the sub-space
involved in the transition."
"Uh... okay," O'Neill muttered. "Anyway, I forgive you."
"Thank you," Anise said, then blinked. "Thank you, Jack,"
said, as well, then turned and reentered the lab.
Jack focused on the fairies, who were engaged in conversation
the same time shamelessly flirting)
there, Sam, he mused. We're
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ON "THE FEY
awake. She was still in the "fairy nest" and was still
up. The fairies were wrapping her in the transport
Obviously, she was about to be moved. "What—nrrfh!"
A pale fairy was stuffing the silk stuffing back in her mouth
retying the rest of her gag. The others continued wrapping
net and hitching the carrying ropes through its loops.
gag was in place, they closed the net over her head and secured
"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
up near the tops of the trees, dodging in and out of the dappled
of the tallest branches. Now and then, Sam could see the
ringing the horizon and the much smaller, much nearer mountain
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
be a grassy hill strewn
with boulders, but as they came closer she could see the
cupolas, small towers, and chimneys scattered across the dome of
huge, stadium-sized building. Either the colossal edifice
or was so ancient it had accumulated enough wind-blown debris to
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
Mosaic patterns swirled across the tiled floor and up the inner
the dome. Spiral staircases led to balconies and galleries
enclosed rooms, and a stream was running across
the floor, emptying into a large, clear pool. The details
overall design, itself, had a natural, chaotic aspect and a regular geometry,
plants growing through an array of mineral crystals. All
of the rainbow were present. It was like nothing Sam had
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,
realized the scale of the "Temple". It had been built by
"Biglings", for beings of "normal" size. To Sam, the
steps of the many staircases were each ten or twelve feet in
height. No big deal, of course, if you happened to have a
functioning pair of fairy wings—which Sam did not. Even if her
untied her and offered no interference, exploring the city-sized
structure (and finding a way to escape from it) would require a
deal of strenuous climbing.
The fairies by the pool all cheered and helped Sam's guards
net. She squirmed and mewled complaints as their hands
her helpless body, but at this point it was pro forma resistance.
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
knelt beside her head and began untying her gag.
"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
close and kissed Sam's lips. "Do you promise to be a good
Zam?" she cooed.
Sam gazed into her eyes and blinked, uncertainly. "Uh...
sure what being a 'good Queen' means," she admitted.
All the Janet-fairies giggled and several knelt on the
Their tan and pale hands began
untying Sam's bonds.
"You can't help being a good Queen, Zam," one of the Lightlings
"The Queen must be helpless," one of the Darklings
is The Great Hunt." She began wrapping loops of rope
just untied right wrist. Another fey held Sam's forearm,
"The Queen must be helpless," all the fairies chanted in
agreement. In short order, Sam's wrists and ankles were
in elegantly tied rope cuffs, with long, slack, free ends
Sam watched as four fairies, two Dark and two Light, took the
each of the ropes and tied them around their waists.
she was bound in a spread-eagle, with a fairy attached to each
limbs. For the moment she was being allowed near total
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
the pool, six large eggs were grouped together on the tiled
floor. All were a pale, pinkish ivory, and were mottled
streaks and dots. As she watched, a pair of fairies
into view from a side corridor, carrying a seventh egg between
a rope net. They deposited it with the others, then
way they had come.
"The Machine of Life can work with much greater efficiency when
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
hatching is nigh!"
One of the eggs was rocking back and forth, and as they watched,
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
but, unlike any of the Janet-fairies, it had blond hair,
though it was dripping wet.
The newborn fey had fair skin, like the Darklings, although with
of a pinkish tint, but it had pointed, elongated
ears, like both varieties of Janets. Its dragonfly wings
stiff as the fairy unfolded itself from a fetal tuck. She
her head and turned her face to Sam and the Janet-fairies.
brown eyes blinked as she tried to focus, and she was—
"Hailey!" Sam gasped. The newborn fairy was, indeed, the
(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
feet and hurried to the Hailey-fairy. Others of her
joined her, Light and Dark.
The Janet-fairies used soft cloths and water from the pool to
Hailey-fairy. All the while, the little blond fey weakly
struggled—and she was little,
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
her, and they let her make her wobbly, uncertain way to the
pillow-bed. She crawled across the soft surface to Sam's
foot... and gave it a delicate kiss. Her tiny form
delight, and she gazed at Sam with worshipful eyes.
Sam felt a rush of what she could only think of as maternal
She opened her arms, and the Hailey-fairy giggled with delight
crawled into her warm embrace.
"Ahhhh..." the Janet-fairies cooed, both varieties.
"She loves you, Zam," a Lightling whispered.
"Just like we love
Darkling added. Her pale Sisters gazed at her with
mild disapproval, and she blushed. "Well, we do," she
"We do," several Lightlings agreed, and they all giggled.
Meanwhile, the Hailey-fey was snuggled against Sam's left side,
her face resting against the side of Sam's breast. Her
closed and she appeared to be asleep.
This is insane, Sam
mused. Kidnapped by
by a Hailey-fairy... insane. She leaned down and
Hailey's damp hair.
"Ahhh..." the Janets cooed, again.
"Shuddup," Sam muttered, and her stomach grumbled.
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
returned with another Hailey-egg, and were depositing it
next to the
others. They giggled and pointed at the slumbering
then fluttered away.
Sam noticed that two more of the clutch of Hailey-eggs were
shake and rock. Clearly, she would soon have more fairy friends.
egg began to move. Probably
lot more, she thought.
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of the "First-Hatched Janet-fairies" continued.
It turned out "fairies" liked a balanced diet, but their
"Cupcakes!" the Lightling and Darkling said together, quivering
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
feys covered with his zat. It was increasingly difficult
of the feys as terrible threats, but SG-1 wasn't taking any
"The cooks took it as a challenge to make 'micro-cupcakes',"
said to Colonel O'Neill with a grin. "They had to send
out to 'Bed Bath & Beyond' for mini-muffin tins."
"Fascinating," O'Neill said, dryly. He watched as the
Janet-fairies each devoured a cupcake.
The Darkling noticed Jack staring at her. "What?" she
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
at the smudge of icing now on the back of her hand, and licked
Just then, Daniel returned to the lab. "Got 'em," he said,
Hailey took the drive from Daniel, plugged it into the nearby
tapping the keyboard. "There they are," she said, and
screen to face the cage.
"Ooooh, more pictures!" the Lightling cooed. A slide-show
begun, image following image, and all featuring the late Janet
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
"Look! I remember that one!"
"How many photos did Admin have on file?" O'Neill asked Daniel
"More than two-hundred," Daniel whispered back. He'd had
that showing the fairies photos of Janet Fraiser might trigger
buried memories. "For some reason," he grinned, "the unit
photographers snapped a lot of
"Yeah," Jack huffed, "a real mystery, and I bet they have hardly
shots of Sam."
"It seems to be working," Daniel whispered.
The Lightling was smiling at the screen, but the Darkling
scowl. Suddenly, both fairies gave a startled gasp!
latest photo showed Sam playing chess with Janet's foster
with Janet watching from the background. They were in the
clinic, about two years in the past, at a time when residual
the Goa'uld Nirrti's genetic engineering
had threatened Cassie's
life. Now eighteen and a college coed, present-day
seemed to be
completely healthy, indistinguishable from any native of
shortly before this photo was taken, she'd nearly died because
Nirrti's callous manipulations.
"Cassandra!" the fairies said, in unison. For the
happy cry, but for the Darkling, a horrified wail.
"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!"
cried, and focused on Hailey. "Cassie's okay?"
Hailey smiled, nodded, and wiped a tear from her right
"I talked to her last month," Jack said. "She's fine."
Daniel whispered in Hailey's ear, and the Lieutenant nodded and
"I won't lose my freedom!" the Darkling cried, trying to push
"She's our daughter," the Lightling said, and kissed the
cheek. "Don't be afraid. Remember. She needed
us. We loved her, and she loved us.
"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
hung up the phone and whispered to Daniel. "They found
they're e-mailing it now." She turned the computer screen
away, tapped the keyboard for several seconds, then turned the
back. A new photo had appeared, one showing only Cassandra
"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
worth it, wasn't it?"
"I... she's so brave, and smart," the Darkling sobbed,
"Helping her grow helped us grow,"
Jack sighed. "She was devastated when you were killed," he
"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
"I am," the Lightling said, her eyes brimming.
"I am, too," the Darkling whispered, then returned her Sister's
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
rippling aura of pinkish flame, and bolts of energy began
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
fairies. Whether he intended to fire or not became
as a tendril of energy enveloped the weapon and it flew from his
hand. Other bolts fried the computer and the overhead
fixture. The fluorescent tubes exploded and sparks
There was a blinding violet
lab table—then all was dark.
Ozone and acrid smoke filled the air. The blue-white
flickered on, and O'Neill, Teal'c, and Hailey frantically looked
The lab table was a complete wreck. The Faraday cage and
electronic components of Hailey's "fairy jail" were a twisted,
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
"He was hit by part of the cage," the fairy said.
concussion. Get a medical team down here," she told
focused on Teal'c. "First aid kit," she ordered.
she told O'Neill, "help me hold the wound closed."
The three blinked and exchanged
"Let's move it, people!" the Janet-fairy ordered.
Jack nodded, Hailey grabbed the phone, and Teal'c went for the
kit mounted on the wall near the door. Jack knelt at
side and pinched the sides of
cut together. It continued to ooze blood, but was no
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
holding the margins of Daniel's gash closed with her tiny,
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.
other," she answered. "The two have become one.
There is no
Darkling or Lighting, there is
only Janet—and I am
| There are fairies at the
bottom of our astrophysics
| Chapter 8