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Lions and Tigers and Igigi, Oh My
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Fandom: NCIS, Stargate SG1
Characters: Gibbs, Tony, Jack
Rating: TEEN (Gibbs/Tony)
Summary: Tony had never heard of goa'uld or tok'ra or igigi, and he sure as hell didn't know Gibbs had a passenger riding around in his head, but if Gibbs thinks one little alien parasite is going to make him go running, he has another thought coming. He's Gibbs' second, and that means he doesn't give up on his boss.
Parts One and Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Tony put out a hand to keep his balance after the rings deposited him on uneven ground.
“Careful, hem,” one of the jaffa commented.
“Yeah. Thanks.” Tony figured that if he fell in the mud, it was going to take a dozen women another two hours to get him put back together. His arms were heavy with jewelry, he couldn't really see much around the high neck on the heavy cloak he wore. The woman had even painted his eyes. Dark lines traced the shape of his eyes and made him look like either a refugee from the cast of Cleopatra with Elizabeth Taylor or a rent boy. Getting assaulted by a bevy of half-dressed slave women was more fun in fantasy than in reality.
The jaffa spread out and started heading up a low hill, and Tony followed, careful to lift the embroidered cloak. They had barely cleared the area when the rings came down again, this time depositing Ba'al, Kali and more jaffa.
Tony stepped to the side and waited as Ba’al breezed by without a look. Kali followed in his wake, but she did pause to give him a long look. Oh yeah, the politics around here were worse than in SecNav’s office. Tony tried to imagine SecNav dealing with all these crazy goa’uld, but his imagination wasn’t that good.
“Hem,” one of the jaffa said when Tony didn’t get moving fast enough.
“Samas is waiting, right?” Tony asked. Sure, there wasn’t anything he could do if Gibbs and Samas weren’t down there, but he just needed someone to give him one word of comfort here. A half word, even.
The jaffa rested a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Your lord waits for you. He is not one with great patience, so do not make him wait too long.”
Tony huffed. “That’s no joke,” he said, but he gathered up his robes and followed the others. Both Ba’al and Kali seemed to have the whole cloak, cape, billowing clothes thing down. When they walked, the fabric billowed around them regally. Tony felt constantly one step away from faceplanting in the dirt, and he suspected the jaffa felt the same because the one who had talked to him hovered close, a hand near Tony’s elbow at all times.
They came to the crest of the hill, and looked down the other side, and now Tony could see Gibbs. He didn’t have the fancy outfits, but he was looking good in his black outfit and brilliant blue shirt. The sight of three members of O’Neill’s team made Tony stumble. The jaffa next to him caught him with a hand under his elbow, and Tony mumbled his thanks as he hurried down the hill. Ba’al was already facing off against Gibbs.
“Why are they here?”
Gibbs grunted but didn’t answer.
“We’re happy to go back to our cell if that helps you two with your little lovers’ spat,” O’Neill offered snidely. Then he turned and Tony could see the second O’Neill recognized him. The smirk grew wider.
“Well don’t you look cute?” O’Neill said.
“Jack,” Daniel said, his voice low and warning.
“This is a big day for you, isn’t it? You’re becoming a goa’uld. I guess that’s a step up from an NCIS agent.” O’Neill shifted, but with his hands tied behind his back, he couldn’t do much else. “You’re going to regret this.”
“Doubt that,” Tony said. “Now the makeup? I totally regret that.”
“You’re not the only one,” Gibbs said dryly.
“Sorry boss. The slave women were oddly insistent. So, is that where they are?” Tony looked at the calm pond. A lazy stream fed into the pond on the far side, and it was so utterly peaceful with the wind stirring through the trees that Tony felt a weird need to laugh at the irony. This was not feeling like the right sort of environment to get taken over by an alien. Tony felt like every alien invasion movie he’d ever watched had lied to him.
“Yep.”
“We need to talk, Samas,” Ba’al said. He raised his hand, and several of the jaffa stepped closer.
Gibbs turned and eyed Ba’al up and down. “This is my world and my choice,” Gibbs said coldly.
Ba’al didn’t seem ready to give up that easily. “Why are they here?”
Gibbs gave Ba’al a cold smile. “To bear witness. Tony, do not let the first one to reach you win.” Gibbs intentionally turned away from Ba’al and watched Tony. Everyone at NCIS said that Gibbs was impossible to read, but it wasn’t true. Tony could see the concern and guilt in every twitch. Tony gave Gibbs his best grin.
“No problem, boss. So, do I have to be careful about how gentle I am when I turn them down?”
“Nope,” Gibbs said firmly.
“Okay then.” Tony started to shrug out of the heavy cloak. One of the jaffa stepped forward and took it from him. It sounded like Daniel calling out his name as Tony headed for the water, but Tony ignored it. He kept his eyes on the water as he stepped down onto the muddy bank. The water rippled, and Tony brought his hands up to defend himself.
He’d been afraid these creatures would be like the white, wormy thing that Ba’al had tried to put inside him, but the first onac to come at him had the same dragon-like fins as Samas. It was smaller and not as darkly colored, but it clearly had muscles because it flew out of the water at him. Tony barely slapped it aside with his hand, stumbling as he did so. A second onac came at him, and Tony caught this one with his hand. The creature screamed and writhed in Tony’s grip.
“Am I getting cursed at?” Tony asked. He cocked back his arm and threw the onac as far as he could into the pond.”
“Yep,” Gibbs agreed.
“Thought so. It’s funny how swearing sounds like swearing in any language.” Another onac came darting out of the water, and Tony jerked back, lost his footing, and ended up falling on his ass in the mud. He still managed to slap the onac away. He then charged to his feet when an onac swam up his loose pants.
“Oh no. You are not going up my dick, you overgrown piece of bait.” Tony shook his leg, and he felt the onac slide down his leg before it slipped away. That distracted Tony so much that the next onac would have gotten him only a second onac darted out of the water with his mouth open. The second, larger onac sliced the first one, who went screaming away. There was a small flurry in the water, and Tony really hoped that someone wasn’t getting eaten. Tony didn’t see the attack from the side until he felt a burning pain at the side of his neck. He reached up in time to touch the onac’s tail as it slipped into Tony, leaving a sluggishly bleeding wound behind.
Tony turned around, and the jaffa with his cloak bowed deeply. “My lord,” he offered, holding the cloak out.
“Oh. Yeah.” Tony plodded up the gentle slope to dry ground. His pants were covered in mud and he’d lost one shoe, but he pulled the jeweled cloak around his shoulders as he went to Gibbs’ side. Tony blinked. No, that was Samas in control now. Samas reached up and rested his hand against Tony’s cheek, and Tony gasped.
He could feel a fierce protectiveness, a fondness for Tony and a hatred of anyone who tried to hurt Tony. There was possessiveness there and desire. Tony couldn’t believe how much desire. And under that desire, there was a deep fear that Gibbs and Samas weren’t good enough. They’d lost so much, and they both had this deep feeling that it was their fault. The guilt communicated through Samas’ touch sent Tony to his knees.
Tony reached out and caught Samas’ hand. Without even trying to get up, Tony leaned forward and rested his forehead against Samas’ hip. There was no need for guilt. Tony understood how much Gibbs had always given up for his team. Tony understood the depth of love there, even if Gibbs had never said the words. He knew.
He felt Samas’ fingers run through his hair.
“I hope you’re happy,” O’Neill said.
“Very,” Samas agreed. “Tony will be well.”
“Right, because he looks peachy from where I’m standing. So, if you’re finished showing off how you can sacrifice your own people, maybe we could go back to our cell. The ambiance is better up there.”
“Put them in the pond,” Samas said. The words were said so calmly that Tony didn’t understand them at first. Samas’ hand was too comforting, and the feeling of love and comfort coming through the touch too overwhelming. Only O’Neill’s vivid cursing broke Tony out of his fugue state.
Tony struggled to his feet.
“Stop,” Ba’al said, his voice sharp and angry.
Kali stepped forward as all the jaffa seemed to freeze. The two who had O’Neill by the arms had him right at the edge of the pond, and a third jaffa paused in his task of dragged Daniel right behind him. The two jaffa holding Carter seemed to be waiting their turn, and a half dozen more had half-raised their staff weapons, although they clearly didn’t know whose orders to follow.
Kali spoke slowly and calmly, her chin raised. “The queens control the distribution of the symbiotes. Samas is within her rights to demand this.”
Ba’al gave a tight smile. “That was many centuries ago, and a few things have changed.” Ba’al turned to the jaffa holding O’Neill’s team. “Return the prisoners to the ship.” Ba’al turned to Samas. “We need to talk about your assumptions of power.”
“Yes,” Samas said as he stepped forward. “We do.”
Tony flinched back a half second before Samas came out of Gibbs’ mouth. Ba’al jerked backward, but he couldn’t move fast enough. Samas hit the base of Ba’al’s neck and dove into the flesh, leaving a bleeding hole.
“Gibbs?” Tony stepped to his boss’s side.
“He needs to know the difference between an igigi and a goa’uld,” Gibbs said. He turned and looked at O’Neill. “The igigi share a body, Jack. Samas never was my jailor. However, he has to save his people and he’ll do what it takes to get that done.”
“O’Neill’s eyebrows went up, but he watched without comment. Ba’al seemed frozen, his body locked in place even as his eyes started to roll back in his head. Tony was starting to get concerned when Samas’ sharp nose poked out from the wound in Ba’al’s neck. Samas leaped toward Gibbs, and Gibbs reached out to catch him just as Ba’al fell straight back. Dead. Kali walked over and looked down at him.
“Our deal?” she asked.
“You and Lord Yu can begin to use the ancestral breeding grounds,” Gibbs offered. Tony, however, kept an eye on Samas. Sure enough, he started to jerk, his mouth coming open to show rows of sharp teeth. Tony took a quick step back to avoid any potential splatter.
Samas gave one strangled squeal and then he threw up chunks of white, wormy gunk all over the ground.
“Okay, that’s just gross,” O’Neill complained. “Gunny, would you like to explain?”
Gibbs looked over. “Samas doesn’t approve of goa’uld, Jack. He never did. Onac share adventures with hosts, but they fight their own battles.”
“Okay.” Jack drew out the word, clearly unsure about the whole situation.
“There are a few cave paintings that make a lot more sense now,” Daniel said softly. “And I really wish they didn’t.” Carter just made a truly disgusted face.
Samas screamed. He spread out his fins and opened his mouth wide as the sound got louder. Gibbs reached out to Tony, and Tony took his hand without hesitation. One loop of Samas’ tail wrapped around Tony’s wrist, and Tony could feel it all. He could feel the triumph at defeating an enemy, the disquiet at having made a deal with Kali, the unease at what he had to do now to save his people.
Tony also felt the concern for the hundreds of small lives Samas had deposited into the lake. Samas didn’t dare stay to protect them, so they would have to grow up fast and they would need protectors who would prevent the other onac from eating them. Too few onac carried memories. The unas denied them the right of joining, so the lakes that had once been full of onac song as the creatures boasted about their adventures were now all eerily silent. With no stories and no hosts or adventures, the onac would never recover their culture.
“Gibbs,” Tony said. He didn’t say anything else, but he shook his head. This was not a good idea.
“Not up for debate, DiNozzo,” Gibbs said quietly.
“Does someone want to cut us free?” O’Neill asked. “You know, assuming that we’re all on the same side here.”
Samas dove back into Gibbs’ mouth.
“Anyone?” O’Neill asked. He sounded suspicious, and he should be.
Gibbs turned to the jaffa keeping them prisoner. “Put them in the water,” he ordered.
“You son of a bitch. Gibbs, I’ll fucking kill you!” O’Neill bellowed, but nothing could stop the jaffa from dragging the three members of O’Neill’s team into the pond full of waiting onac.
Fandom: NCIS, Stargate SG1Characters: Gibbs, Tony, Jack
Rating: TEEN (Gibbs/Tony)
Summary: Tony had never heard of goa'uld or tok'ra or igigi, and he sure as hell didn't know Gibbs had a passenger riding around in his head, but if Gibbs thinks one little alien parasite is going to make him go running, he has another thought coming. He's Gibbs' second, and that means he doesn't give up on his boss.
Parts One and Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Tony put out a hand to keep his balance after the rings deposited him on uneven ground.
“Careful, hem,” one of the jaffa commented.
“Yeah. Thanks.” Tony figured that if he fell in the mud, it was going to take a dozen women another two hours to get him put back together. His arms were heavy with jewelry, he couldn't really see much around the high neck on the heavy cloak he wore. The woman had even painted his eyes. Dark lines traced the shape of his eyes and made him look like either a refugee from the cast of Cleopatra with Elizabeth Taylor or a rent boy. Getting assaulted by a bevy of half-dressed slave women was more fun in fantasy than in reality.
The jaffa spread out and started heading up a low hill, and Tony followed, careful to lift the embroidered cloak. They had barely cleared the area when the rings came down again, this time depositing Ba'al, Kali and more jaffa.
Tony stepped to the side and waited as Ba’al breezed by without a look. Kali followed in his wake, but she did pause to give him a long look. Oh yeah, the politics around here were worse than in SecNav’s office. Tony tried to imagine SecNav dealing with all these crazy goa’uld, but his imagination wasn’t that good.
“Hem,” one of the jaffa said when Tony didn’t get moving fast enough.
“Samas is waiting, right?” Tony asked. Sure, there wasn’t anything he could do if Gibbs and Samas weren’t down there, but he just needed someone to give him one word of comfort here. A half word, even.
The jaffa rested a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Your lord waits for you. He is not one with great patience, so do not make him wait too long.”
Tony huffed. “That’s no joke,” he said, but he gathered up his robes and followed the others. Both Ba’al and Kali seemed to have the whole cloak, cape, billowing clothes thing down. When they walked, the fabric billowed around them regally. Tony felt constantly one step away from faceplanting in the dirt, and he suspected the jaffa felt the same because the one who had talked to him hovered close, a hand near Tony’s elbow at all times.
They came to the crest of the hill, and looked down the other side, and now Tony could see Gibbs. He didn’t have the fancy outfits, but he was looking good in his black outfit and brilliant blue shirt. The sight of three members of O’Neill’s team made Tony stumble. The jaffa next to him caught him with a hand under his elbow, and Tony mumbled his thanks as he hurried down the hill. Ba’al was already facing off against Gibbs.
“Why are they here?”
Gibbs grunted but didn’t answer.
“We’re happy to go back to our cell if that helps you two with your little lovers’ spat,” O’Neill offered snidely. Then he turned and Tony could see the second O’Neill recognized him. The smirk grew wider.
“Well don’t you look cute?” O’Neill said.
“Jack,” Daniel said, his voice low and warning.
“This is a big day for you, isn’t it? You’re becoming a goa’uld. I guess that’s a step up from an NCIS agent.” O’Neill shifted, but with his hands tied behind his back, he couldn’t do much else. “You’re going to regret this.”
“Doubt that,” Tony said. “Now the makeup? I totally regret that.”
“You’re not the only one,” Gibbs said dryly.
“Sorry boss. The slave women were oddly insistent. So, is that where they are?” Tony looked at the calm pond. A lazy stream fed into the pond on the far side, and it was so utterly peaceful with the wind stirring through the trees that Tony felt a weird need to laugh at the irony. This was not feeling like the right sort of environment to get taken over by an alien. Tony felt like every alien invasion movie he’d ever watched had lied to him.
“Yep.”
“We need to talk, Samas,” Ba’al said. He raised his hand, and several of the jaffa stepped closer.
Gibbs turned and eyed Ba’al up and down. “This is my world and my choice,” Gibbs said coldly.
Ba’al didn’t seem ready to give up that easily. “Why are they here?”
Gibbs gave Ba’al a cold smile. “To bear witness. Tony, do not let the first one to reach you win.” Gibbs intentionally turned away from Ba’al and watched Tony. Everyone at NCIS said that Gibbs was impossible to read, but it wasn’t true. Tony could see the concern and guilt in every twitch. Tony gave Gibbs his best grin.
“No problem, boss. So, do I have to be careful about how gentle I am when I turn them down?”
“Nope,” Gibbs said firmly.
“Okay then.” Tony started to shrug out of the heavy cloak. One of the jaffa stepped forward and took it from him. It sounded like Daniel calling out his name as Tony headed for the water, but Tony ignored it. He kept his eyes on the water as he stepped down onto the muddy bank. The water rippled, and Tony brought his hands up to defend himself.
He’d been afraid these creatures would be like the white, wormy thing that Ba’al had tried to put inside him, but the first onac to come at him had the same dragon-like fins as Samas. It was smaller and not as darkly colored, but it clearly had muscles because it flew out of the water at him. Tony barely slapped it aside with his hand, stumbling as he did so. A second onac came at him, and Tony caught this one with his hand. The creature screamed and writhed in Tony’s grip.
“Am I getting cursed at?” Tony asked. He cocked back his arm and threw the onac as far as he could into the pond.”
“Yep,” Gibbs agreed.
“Thought so. It’s funny how swearing sounds like swearing in any language.” Another onac came darting out of the water, and Tony jerked back, lost his footing, and ended up falling on his ass in the mud. He still managed to slap the onac away. He then charged to his feet when an onac swam up his loose pants.
“Oh no. You are not going up my dick, you overgrown piece of bait.” Tony shook his leg, and he felt the onac slide down his leg before it slipped away. That distracted Tony so much that the next onac would have gotten him only a second onac darted out of the water with his mouth open. The second, larger onac sliced the first one, who went screaming away. There was a small flurry in the water, and Tony really hoped that someone wasn’t getting eaten. Tony didn’t see the attack from the side until he felt a burning pain at the side of his neck. He reached up in time to touch the onac’s tail as it slipped into Tony, leaving a sluggishly bleeding wound behind.
Tony turned around, and the jaffa with his cloak bowed deeply. “My lord,” he offered, holding the cloak out.
“Oh. Yeah.” Tony plodded up the gentle slope to dry ground. His pants were covered in mud and he’d lost one shoe, but he pulled the jeweled cloak around his shoulders as he went to Gibbs’ side. Tony blinked. No, that was Samas in control now. Samas reached up and rested his hand against Tony’s cheek, and Tony gasped.
He could feel a fierce protectiveness, a fondness for Tony and a hatred of anyone who tried to hurt Tony. There was possessiveness there and desire. Tony couldn’t believe how much desire. And under that desire, there was a deep fear that Gibbs and Samas weren’t good enough. They’d lost so much, and they both had this deep feeling that it was their fault. The guilt communicated through Samas’ touch sent Tony to his knees.
Tony reached out and caught Samas’ hand. Without even trying to get up, Tony leaned forward and rested his forehead against Samas’ hip. There was no need for guilt. Tony understood how much Gibbs had always given up for his team. Tony understood the depth of love there, even if Gibbs had never said the words. He knew.
He felt Samas’ fingers run through his hair.
“I hope you’re happy,” O’Neill said.
“Very,” Samas agreed. “Tony will be well.”
“Right, because he looks peachy from where I’m standing. So, if you’re finished showing off how you can sacrifice your own people, maybe we could go back to our cell. The ambiance is better up there.”
“Put them in the pond,” Samas said. The words were said so calmly that Tony didn’t understand them at first. Samas’ hand was too comforting, and the feeling of love and comfort coming through the touch too overwhelming. Only O’Neill’s vivid cursing broke Tony out of his fugue state.
Tony struggled to his feet.
“Stop,” Ba’al said, his voice sharp and angry.
Kali stepped forward as all the jaffa seemed to freeze. The two who had O’Neill by the arms had him right at the edge of the pond, and a third jaffa paused in his task of dragged Daniel right behind him. The two jaffa holding Carter seemed to be waiting their turn, and a half dozen more had half-raised their staff weapons, although they clearly didn’t know whose orders to follow.
Kali spoke slowly and calmly, her chin raised. “The queens control the distribution of the symbiotes. Samas is within her rights to demand this.”
Ba’al gave a tight smile. “That was many centuries ago, and a few things have changed.” Ba’al turned to the jaffa holding O’Neill’s team. “Return the prisoners to the ship.” Ba’al turned to Samas. “We need to talk about your assumptions of power.”
“Yes,” Samas said as he stepped forward. “We do.”
Tony flinched back a half second before Samas came out of Gibbs’ mouth. Ba’al jerked backward, but he couldn’t move fast enough. Samas hit the base of Ba’al’s neck and dove into the flesh, leaving a bleeding hole.
“Gibbs?” Tony stepped to his boss’s side.
“He needs to know the difference between an igigi and a goa’uld,” Gibbs said. He turned and looked at O’Neill. “The igigi share a body, Jack. Samas never was my jailor. However, he has to save his people and he’ll do what it takes to get that done.”
“O’Neill’s eyebrows went up, but he watched without comment. Ba’al seemed frozen, his body locked in place even as his eyes started to roll back in his head. Tony was starting to get concerned when Samas’ sharp nose poked out from the wound in Ba’al’s neck. Samas leaped toward Gibbs, and Gibbs reached out to catch him just as Ba’al fell straight back. Dead. Kali walked over and looked down at him.
“Our deal?” she asked.
“You and Lord Yu can begin to use the ancestral breeding grounds,” Gibbs offered. Tony, however, kept an eye on Samas. Sure enough, he started to jerk, his mouth coming open to show rows of sharp teeth. Tony took a quick step back to avoid any potential splatter.
Samas gave one strangled squeal and then he threw up chunks of white, wormy gunk all over the ground.
“Okay, that’s just gross,” O’Neill complained. “Gunny, would you like to explain?”
Gibbs looked over. “Samas doesn’t approve of goa’uld, Jack. He never did. Onac share adventures with hosts, but they fight their own battles.”
“Okay.” Jack drew out the word, clearly unsure about the whole situation.
“There are a few cave paintings that make a lot more sense now,” Daniel said softly. “And I really wish they didn’t.” Carter just made a truly disgusted face.
Samas screamed. He spread out his fins and opened his mouth wide as the sound got louder. Gibbs reached out to Tony, and Tony took his hand without hesitation. One loop of Samas’ tail wrapped around Tony’s wrist, and Tony could feel it all. He could feel the triumph at defeating an enemy, the disquiet at having made a deal with Kali, the unease at what he had to do now to save his people.
Tony also felt the concern for the hundreds of small lives Samas had deposited into the lake. Samas didn’t dare stay to protect them, so they would have to grow up fast and they would need protectors who would prevent the other onac from eating them. Too few onac carried memories. The unas denied them the right of joining, so the lakes that had once been full of onac song as the creatures boasted about their adventures were now all eerily silent. With no stories and no hosts or adventures, the onac would never recover their culture.
“Gibbs,” Tony said. He didn’t say anything else, but he shook his head. This was not a good idea.
“Not up for debate, DiNozzo,” Gibbs said quietly.
“Does someone want to cut us free?” O’Neill asked. “You know, assuming that we’re all on the same side here.”
Samas dove back into Gibbs’ mouth.
“Anyone?” O’Neill asked. He sounded suspicious, and he should be.
Gibbs turned to the jaffa keeping them prisoner. “Put them in the water,” he ordered.
“You son of a bitch. Gibbs, I’ll fucking kill you!” O’Neill bellowed, but nothing could stop the jaffa from dragging the three members of O’Neill’s team into the pond full of waiting onac.