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Lions and Tigers and Igigi, Oh My
Two chapters in two days... get 'em in order.
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
Chapter Nineteen
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“You’re dead,” O’Neill said as he sat on the bank of the pond. He looked a little ragged, but it was Daniel who had slipped and gone into the water completely. He looked like a drowned rat. Carter had handed over a small cloth so he could try to clean off his glasses.
“Wait for us at the rings,” Samas told Kali. She looked at the three newly infected hosts sitting beside the pond.
“Is this wise?”
“You allowed Ra and the other goa’uld to destroy our entire culture. Was that wise?” Samas asked. For long minutes, they stared at each other.
Kali finally closed her eyes and bowed her head for a moment. “Jaffa, kree!” she called out, and then she was striding up the hill with their guard following behind. Weirdly, Tony was a little ambivalent about that. The jaffa liked him more than O’Neill and company did. Actually, right now O’Neill was watching with a calculated fury, and Tony figured that someone was going to end up dead pretty damn fast.
“I’m sure Samas had a good reason,” Tony said. After all, he had an onac in him too. It wasn’t like Gibbs and Samas had singled O’Neill and his people out.
“We have to take the ship,” Gibbs said. He walked over to Ba’al’s dead body and started pulling off the hand jewelry-weapon thing.
“It looks like you already staged your coup,” O’Neill said.
Gibbs shook his head. “Kali has a few jaffa loyal to her, but that’s it. The ship is still full of Ba’al’s troops, and we need to get up there, lock the jaffa down in the lower decks and take control of the bridge. There are sixteen lower-level goa’uld on board, and there may be another Ba’al.”
“Excuse me?” O’Neill stood up and faced off against Gibbs. “Maybe you’ve have too many brain cells eaten by that snake of yours, but you ate Ba’al and then vomited up chunks of him.” O’Neill glanced over at the mess on the ground.
Samas moved forward. “It was a clone.”
“What?” Carter came to O’Neill’s side and looked down. “Are you sure?”
“Very.” Samas held out the weapon to Carter. “I have no naquadah in me, so I cannot use the goa’uld weapons.” She took it, her gaze going to O’Neill, and Tony really did not like this. O’Neill was going to order her to use it against them. Tony knew it. He stepped forward to cover Samas.
“DiNozzo, don’t you dare act like we’re the bad guys here,” O’Neill snapped. “That bastard put snakes in us. Snakes. I don’t really see a good reason for us to cooperate. I mean, maybe I could overlook the whole hiding on earth thing, but holding us captive so you could put snakes in our heads puts you on the ‘exterminate with prejudice’ list,” O’Neill said.
“They are not snakes,” Samas said, “and despite the persistence of your ignorance, they will not take over your bodies.”
“Did you just call me stupid?” O’Neill narrowed his eyes. “Oh, this day just keeps getting better.”
“Jack, hear him out,” Daniel suggested, but the tone was more like a warning.
“He put a snake in your head, Daniel,” O’Neill shouted. He was also talking to Daniel as if Daniel were about five years old—enunciating each word slowly. Now Daniel was starting to look pissed.
“Sir, assuming the worst, we know it takes a goa’uld some time to establish itself in the host,” Carter said. “We have time to get to the Stargate and dial the alpha site. They can get us into confinement.”
“And then what?” O’Neill demanded.
Carter gave a helpless shrug before suggesting, “Maybe the tok’ra can help.”
“Another race that has given up its own heritage to take over the lives of hosts,” Samas said with disgust.
Carter whirled around and pinned Samas with a nasty glare. “They do not take over hosts.”
“They cannot exist without hosts,” Samas fired right back, and Carter didn’t seem to have an answer for that. “These onac will help us, but they will not stay in you beyond this mission. I give you my word.”
“Yeah, right,” O’Neill said dismissively.
Daniel gave him a weary look before he turned to Samas. “Why would they leave us?”
“Because if they have stories to sing, they can get a queen’s attention. They can convince a queen to use their DNA for the next generation, and if they’re really lucky, the queen might use some part of their memories. The onac were always warriors. They joined with unas to perform great acts of heroism and then they came back to the waters.”
“But it’s been centuries since that system has existed,” Daniel said. “I know the unas. Their adulthood ceremonies require an unas to take on some adventure, yes, but they have no stories of onac joining. For them, the relationship is purely adversarial.”
Samas sighed and looked over the pond. “I do not know what happened. I can guess that Ra did something to remove those onac who understood our ways. Perhaps he feared another challenger. However, Kali and Yu are willing to revive the practice if we can manage to take the ship for Kali, and as a bonus, it would allow you to retrieve your missing teammate.” Samas turned and looked at O’Neill. For a second Samas lifted his hand as if to reach out for O’Neill, but then he dropped it back down to his side.
“I am going to drop your ass in a cell so deep in the earth you’ll never see sunlight again,” O’Neill said, his voice deathly calm.
“I truly hope not. But if it comes to that, I can separate from Gibbs.”
“Oh, I’m not going to forget that Gibbs went along with this plan. You weren’t even in him, and he did nothing to try and protect the humans, not even his own second.”
“His second isn’t complaining,” Tony added, “well, except about the makeover. Ba’al’s makeover was not fun.” Tony had been washed and waxed in places he did not want to think about, places that were going to itch and chafe terrible. And he would wipe the makeup off his eyes, only he was afraid he’d end up smearing it and looking like a raccoon.
Samas slipped away, and Gibbs’ tense lines dominated the body. When he spoke, all the alien reverberation had vanished and he sounded tired. “This is Samas’ world, colonel. What wouldn’t you do to save earth?”
“I’ll tell you one thing—I’d happily blow up this whole planet with every last symbiote on it.”
Gibbs’ jaw tightened. “Luckily Samas is more ethical than that. He’s only trying to save his people, not destroy anyone else.”
Daniel rushed in before O’Neill could speak. “How does this save his people? Help us understand this.”
Gibbs looked at him. “The onac need to remember what it is like to be honorable, to take on a mission and then go home to the waters and feel proud of their accomplishments. They need to sing until the other onac remember that they are not animals. They are more than predators of fish. We were the memory for the unas. Together, we evolved into a culture based on strength.”
O’Neill snorted. “And then you took over the universe and enslaved humanity. Good job with that one.”
Gibbs was so ready to blow. Tony moved to his side and rested a hand on Gibbs’ arm. “Boss, they have some right to be cranky. Don’t go badass on them. Now, correct me if I’m getting this wrong, but the general plan is that we all go take the ship, free Murray, and then come back here so all the onac can go home and brag about blowing up the goa’uld, right?” Tony didn’t wait for Gibbs to answer; he turned to O’Neill, “which actually sounds like a great plan for anyone who hates the goa’uld enough to want to blow them up.”
“We shouldn’t kill Kali,” Gibbs said. “She knew this was all wrong, but at least she’s willing to try and fix it before it’s too late. She and Yu will try to find humans who want to come here to join with an onac to improve their odds on a mission. If the tok’ra can find hosts for their abominations, at least some humans have to be willing to help the onac rebuild.”
O’Neill stepped closer “What? You’re going to look for volunteers now? That’s very altruistic of you considering you just had jaffa throw us in the water with our hands tied.”
Tony expected Gibbs to go all flinty eyed and angry, but instead Tony could feel a satisfaction rolling off of him. When Tony slipped his hand down so that his fingers brushed across the bare skin of Gibbs’ arm, he could feel the pride, the certainty that the onac in O’Neill would learn of honor, the certainly that the onac in O’Neill would protect Samas’ children.
Gibbs looked over, his slowly smile clearly leaving O’Neill a little uncomfortable. “I won’t apologize. My people have been imprisoned in that pond for generations, and I’m going to destroy every last bastard that did it, and if I have to use you to make that plan happen, I’m fine with that. Now you can help me take that ship and then I’ll help you return those onac to the waters, or you can find the Stargate and figure out the rest on your own.
Gibbs turned his back and started up the hill, but Tony kept his eyes on the earth team. O’Neill in particular looked like he would be just fine shooting Gibbs in the back. Luckily, O’Neill didn’t have a weapon. Gibbs got halfway up the hill before he turned around. “Oh, and onac have as much self-preservation as any other species. If you try to go to the tok’ra to have the onac pulled out, it might take you over in self-defense.”
That said, Gibbs continued up the hill, and backing away from O’Neill. Carter and Daniel were both watching O’Neill, and Daniel offered a quiet, “Jack?”
O’Neill threw his hands up in the air. “Fine. We’re already compromised, so we might as well do something insanely stupid. And when this is over, you are paying for this, Gunny.”
O’Neill headed up the hill with long strides that left Tony scrambling to chase after him. After all, the robes Ba’al had chosen for him weren’t exactly ideal for field work.
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
Chapter Nineteen
.
“You’re dead,” O’Neill said as he sat on the bank of the pond. He looked a little ragged, but it was Daniel who had slipped and gone into the water completely. He looked like a drowned rat. Carter had handed over a small cloth so he could try to clean off his glasses.
“Wait for us at the rings,” Samas told Kali. She looked at the three newly infected hosts sitting beside the pond.
“Is this wise?”
“You allowed Ra and the other goa’uld to destroy our entire culture. Was that wise?” Samas asked. For long minutes, they stared at each other.
Kali finally closed her eyes and bowed her head for a moment. “Jaffa, kree!” she called out, and then she was striding up the hill with their guard following behind. Weirdly, Tony was a little ambivalent about that. The jaffa liked him more than O’Neill and company did. Actually, right now O’Neill was watching with a calculated fury, and Tony figured that someone was going to end up dead pretty damn fast.
“I’m sure Samas had a good reason,” Tony said. After all, he had an onac in him too. It wasn’t like Gibbs and Samas had singled O’Neill and his people out.
“We have to take the ship,” Gibbs said. He walked over to Ba’al’s dead body and started pulling off the hand jewelry-weapon thing.
“It looks like you already staged your coup,” O’Neill said.
Gibbs shook his head. “Kali has a few jaffa loyal to her, but that’s it. The ship is still full of Ba’al’s troops, and we need to get up there, lock the jaffa down in the lower decks and take control of the bridge. There are sixteen lower-level goa’uld on board, and there may be another Ba’al.”
“Excuse me?” O’Neill stood up and faced off against Gibbs. “Maybe you’ve have too many brain cells eaten by that snake of yours, but you ate Ba’al and then vomited up chunks of him.” O’Neill glanced over at the mess on the ground.
Samas moved forward. “It was a clone.”
“What?” Carter came to O’Neill’s side and looked down. “Are you sure?”
“Very.” Samas held out the weapon to Carter. “I have no naquadah in me, so I cannot use the goa’uld weapons.” She took it, her gaze going to O’Neill, and Tony really did not like this. O’Neill was going to order her to use it against them. Tony knew it. He stepped forward to cover Samas.
“DiNozzo, don’t you dare act like we’re the bad guys here,” O’Neill snapped. “That bastard put snakes in us. Snakes. I don’t really see a good reason for us to cooperate. I mean, maybe I could overlook the whole hiding on earth thing, but holding us captive so you could put snakes in our heads puts you on the ‘exterminate with prejudice’ list,” O’Neill said.
“They are not snakes,” Samas said, “and despite the persistence of your ignorance, they will not take over your bodies.”
“Did you just call me stupid?” O’Neill narrowed his eyes. “Oh, this day just keeps getting better.”
“Jack, hear him out,” Daniel suggested, but the tone was more like a warning.
“He put a snake in your head, Daniel,” O’Neill shouted. He was also talking to Daniel as if Daniel were about five years old—enunciating each word slowly. Now Daniel was starting to look pissed.
“Sir, assuming the worst, we know it takes a goa’uld some time to establish itself in the host,” Carter said. “We have time to get to the Stargate and dial the alpha site. They can get us into confinement.”
“And then what?” O’Neill demanded.
Carter gave a helpless shrug before suggesting, “Maybe the tok’ra can help.”
“Another race that has given up its own heritage to take over the lives of hosts,” Samas said with disgust.
Carter whirled around and pinned Samas with a nasty glare. “They do not take over hosts.”
“They cannot exist without hosts,” Samas fired right back, and Carter didn’t seem to have an answer for that. “These onac will help us, but they will not stay in you beyond this mission. I give you my word.”
“Yeah, right,” O’Neill said dismissively.
Daniel gave him a weary look before he turned to Samas. “Why would they leave us?”
“Because if they have stories to sing, they can get a queen’s attention. They can convince a queen to use their DNA for the next generation, and if they’re really lucky, the queen might use some part of their memories. The onac were always warriors. They joined with unas to perform great acts of heroism and then they came back to the waters.”
“But it’s been centuries since that system has existed,” Daniel said. “I know the unas. Their adulthood ceremonies require an unas to take on some adventure, yes, but they have no stories of onac joining. For them, the relationship is purely adversarial.”
Samas sighed and looked over the pond. “I do not know what happened. I can guess that Ra did something to remove those onac who understood our ways. Perhaps he feared another challenger. However, Kali and Yu are willing to revive the practice if we can manage to take the ship for Kali, and as a bonus, it would allow you to retrieve your missing teammate.” Samas turned and looked at O’Neill. For a second Samas lifted his hand as if to reach out for O’Neill, but then he dropped it back down to his side.
“I am going to drop your ass in a cell so deep in the earth you’ll never see sunlight again,” O’Neill said, his voice deathly calm.
“I truly hope not. But if it comes to that, I can separate from Gibbs.”
“Oh, I’m not going to forget that Gibbs went along with this plan. You weren’t even in him, and he did nothing to try and protect the humans, not even his own second.”
“His second isn’t complaining,” Tony added, “well, except about the makeover. Ba’al’s makeover was not fun.” Tony had been washed and waxed in places he did not want to think about, places that were going to itch and chafe terrible. And he would wipe the makeup off his eyes, only he was afraid he’d end up smearing it and looking like a raccoon.
Samas slipped away, and Gibbs’ tense lines dominated the body. When he spoke, all the alien reverberation had vanished and he sounded tired. “This is Samas’ world, colonel. What wouldn’t you do to save earth?”
“I’ll tell you one thing—I’d happily blow up this whole planet with every last symbiote on it.”
Gibbs’ jaw tightened. “Luckily Samas is more ethical than that. He’s only trying to save his people, not destroy anyone else.”
Daniel rushed in before O’Neill could speak. “How does this save his people? Help us understand this.”
Gibbs looked at him. “The onac need to remember what it is like to be honorable, to take on a mission and then go home to the waters and feel proud of their accomplishments. They need to sing until the other onac remember that they are not animals. They are more than predators of fish. We were the memory for the unas. Together, we evolved into a culture based on strength.”
O’Neill snorted. “And then you took over the universe and enslaved humanity. Good job with that one.”
Gibbs was so ready to blow. Tony moved to his side and rested a hand on Gibbs’ arm. “Boss, they have some right to be cranky. Don’t go badass on them. Now, correct me if I’m getting this wrong, but the general plan is that we all go take the ship, free Murray, and then come back here so all the onac can go home and brag about blowing up the goa’uld, right?” Tony didn’t wait for Gibbs to answer; he turned to O’Neill, “which actually sounds like a great plan for anyone who hates the goa’uld enough to want to blow them up.”
“We shouldn’t kill Kali,” Gibbs said. “She knew this was all wrong, but at least she’s willing to try and fix it before it’s too late. She and Yu will try to find humans who want to come here to join with an onac to improve their odds on a mission. If the tok’ra can find hosts for their abominations, at least some humans have to be willing to help the onac rebuild.”
O’Neill stepped closer “What? You’re going to look for volunteers now? That’s very altruistic of you considering you just had jaffa throw us in the water with our hands tied.”
Tony expected Gibbs to go all flinty eyed and angry, but instead Tony could feel a satisfaction rolling off of him. When Tony slipped his hand down so that his fingers brushed across the bare skin of Gibbs’ arm, he could feel the pride, the certainty that the onac in O’Neill would learn of honor, the certainly that the onac in O’Neill would protect Samas’ children.
Gibbs looked over, his slowly smile clearly leaving O’Neill a little uncomfortable. “I won’t apologize. My people have been imprisoned in that pond for generations, and I’m going to destroy every last bastard that did it, and if I have to use you to make that plan happen, I’m fine with that. Now you can help me take that ship and then I’ll help you return those onac to the waters, or you can find the Stargate and figure out the rest on your own.
Gibbs turned his back and started up the hill, but Tony kept his eyes on the earth team. O’Neill in particular looked like he would be just fine shooting Gibbs in the back. Luckily, O’Neill didn’t have a weapon. Gibbs got halfway up the hill before he turned around. “Oh, and onac have as much self-preservation as any other species. If you try to go to the tok’ra to have the onac pulled out, it might take you over in self-defense.”
That said, Gibbs continued up the hill, and backing away from O’Neill. Carter and Daniel were both watching O’Neill, and Daniel offered a quiet, “Jack?”
O’Neill threw his hands up in the air. “Fine. We’re already compromised, so we might as well do something insanely stupid. And when this is over, you are paying for this, Gunny.”
O’Neill headed up the hill with long strides that left Tony scrambling to chase after him. After all, the robes Ba’al had chosen for him weren’t exactly ideal for field work.
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Thank you so much for sharing this story!
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Wee fix? Not sure what you were trying to say here:
Gibbs looked over, his slowly smile clearly leaving O’Neill a little uncomfortable.
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And I really butchered that sentence. I'm not sure what I meant, so I'll have to figure it out later when I'm not half asleep
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Hoping
Danny needs one to commiserate with him for having to put up with Jack. (I really do like Jack but he brings some of it on himself.)
Tony and Sam....I'm really curious about Tony's. I can't wait to meet them.
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More when you can.
Shakatany
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