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Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 10:18:24 -0500
From: "Michele Bumbarger" <[e-mail]>
Subject: (arfic-l) FIC: Eclipse: Darkness Falling (Part 5)

Title: Eclipse - Book One: Darkness Falling

Part 5: Chapter Four

Author: M. Bumbarger

Email: [e-mail]

TV Series: Alternate Universe Crossover - Buffy, the Vampire
Slayer/Highlander: The Series/Original Series Tomorrow People and New
Series Tomorrow People

Rating: TV-14, there's a little bit of bad language and it gets
violent in some points, nothing more than you'd catch on prime time
television though

Archive: Only mine (Alternate Realities).

Author's Notes & Comments: See Ramblings in Part 0

Author's Additional Notes & Comments: For those who are waiting
(patiently) for another chapter of "Worlds Away" and/or "1000 Oceans,"
I hope that this will tide you over. I edited another chapter and
submit it for your reading pleasure. Previous parts can be found in
the arfic-l archives at http://www.escribe.com/tv/jeff.

Disclaimer: None of these characters, television shows, or concepts
belong to me. The Tomorrow People are the property of Roger Damon
Price, Thames/ITV Television, and Tetra Television. Buffy the Vampire
Slayer characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Highlander:
The Series characters belong to Panzer/Davis, Rhysher Entertainment
and Gaumont Television. All are used here without permission and not
for profit. All original characters are the by-product of my own
warped and twisted imagination.

*****

Chapter Four


"How was lunch with Daddy?" Red didn't even look up from the computer
terminal as Adam entered the office.

"Great," Adam took off his coat and hung it on the hook on the back of
the door. "We caught up on old times, realized how much we missed each
other and decided to take that father-son camping trip that we just
keep putting off."

"The usual?"

"The usual."

"You didn't break anything did you?"

Adam gave a soft chuckle. "No, I didn't break anything." Replacing his
overcoat with his lab coat, Adam made his way to the computer terminal
and dragged a chair over beside his lab partner. "Did you get anything
out of those computer simulations?"

"Oh, yeah," Red sighed, using the same tone Adam had used with him
when discussing his father only a few minutes earlier. "I cracked the
equation and re-wrote the theory of relativity."

Not trying to mask his disappointment, Adam slumped back into his
seat. "The usual?"

Red punched a few more numbers into the computer and sat back as
random calculations began to scroll across the screen. "The usual."

"Did you have lunch?"

"Yeah," Red rubbed the back of his neck and leaned further back in his
chair. He tilted it so that the two front legs raised off the floor
and the seat was precariously balanced on the rear two legs - quite a
feat to achieve with a computer stool, but somehow Red always managed
it. "Sue dropped off a whole deli tray. She said that what we didn't
eat, we could keep in the refrigerator. You weren't here, so I got to
hear the whole living in the lab and not eating lecture all by myself.
Remind me to thank you later."

Adam gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, feeling a genuine
pang of sympathy for his friend. He knew what being on the receiving
end of one of Sue's lectures was like a little too well. "Sorry about
that."

"Anyway, she wanted you to give her a call when you got back from The
Centre. She probably wants to hear all the details and highlights,
right down to every non-intelligent word your father managed to
utter."

"He was intelligent, Red. He's always intelligent," Adam watched the
equations scroll up and across the screen, avoiding the other's eyes.
"He just doesn't understand. He doesn't want to understand me.

"You know, I should be used to it by now, but I'm not. Every time I
meet with him, I hope that maybe this is the one time that he will
actually understand that I'm not him. I may have his name, but I am
not Adam Marcus Neiman's clone.  I'm his son . . . but to him a son, a
drone, a clone . . . it's all the same."

"Hey, there are some of us in this world that are glad you're not
him," Red said as he attempted to balance a pencil on his turned up
forehead. "Just think about what someone with your father's drives and
ambitions would do if he had half your IQ. Better yet, don't think
about it. The thought's kinda scary."

Adam gave a soft chuckle and a half-smile. How Red managed to stay so
detached from everything and still managed to care about the world and
people around him, Adam would never figure out. But his friend wasn't
given to long moments of sentimentality or anything else; when the
situation got too intense, Red broke the tension with a joke or
lighthearted remark that would have earned anyone else a few scathing
glares. But not Red. With Red, everyone just seemed to accept it and
move on.

"Did I get any messages while I was out?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, Professor Cage called with his apologies for his behavior. He
wants to take you to dinner to make up for it." Red lowered the chair
to the floor with a snap, slipping the pencil behind his ear. "In
other words, he's so damn scared that he pissed you off so much that
you'll leave his project, you can probably milk that old cow for
whatever he's worth. What is his project anyway?"

"Quantum teleportation. They're taking atoms apart at the subatomic
level to study photon teleportation and hoping to extrapolate upwards
and outwards from there. And they're working with a biogeneticist as
well. Basically, it's the same question that's been asked for years -
if psi's can do it, why can't science?"

"You don't think they have a shot in hell of figuring it out, do you?"

"No," Adam answered honestly.

"Then why are you helping them?"

"It's something to do. Besides, I think that some basic understanding
of teleportation is going to be necessary for us to solve our
equation. The displacement of matter. Unfortunately, not a one of them
is willing to consider the true road to understanding." Adam watched
as the last equation scrolled across the screen . . . rejected as
plausible by the program. "If they want to understand teleportation,
they should ask the psi's, or at least the Alpha's who can teleport."

"Great theory but it falls in practice, mi amigo," Red said. "And
you're supposed to be the smart one. You're assuming that they would
leave an Alpha un-drugged and clear minded long enough to answer any
questions . . . and if they ever did that, you and I both know the psi
would be gone in a heartbeat. Hell, it's what I would do in their
position if I could teleport.

"And there are so few Alpha's, Psi Control isn't going to risk
allowing one to fall through their fingers."

"I know," Adam pushed the computer stool away from the desk and began
winding a path towards the refrigerator. "But there is just so much we
don't know about them. So much that we don't understand. And it's
ignorance that causes fear. It's the reason that the segregation and
the tagging began - because everyone was afraid of what they didn't
understand."

He found the deli tray and began to make himself a sandwich. He didn't
know how many credits that lunch cost his father, but he knew it
hadn't been worth it. He was still hungry; he just hadn't realized it
until he got back to the lab.

"And you're not? It didn't bother you at all to be in The Centre,
knowing that hundreds, maybe even a thousand psi's were all around
you? Hearing your thoughts? Your fantasies?"

A face floated before his eyes and Adam felt the corners of his mouth
turn up in a smile. Fear had been the one emotion that he hadn't felt
staring into the dark orbs. "No, I wasn't," he shook his head, pushing
the face out of his mind. She was beautiful, but she was about as far
removed from him as the sun was from the earth. He'd have better luck
helping Cage and Emmerling re-write the Quantum teleportation theory
they were working on.

And that, in essence was why he allowed himself to talk to her, to
admire her. The knowledge that he would never see her again, and that
even if he could see her again, it would never be anything. There were
mores built into the society that prevented that; norms and psi's
simply did not associate on social levels. As further protection to
those mores, Psi Control kept a careful and watchful eye on their
psi's. There were rules and laws regulating their departures from The
Centre and their interaction in the "mainstream." They were not even
allowed to consider a marriage partner without the permission of Psi
Control, and those marriages never took place between a psi and a
norm. That was illegal.

Tainting the gene pool, was the reason that Psi Control gave for that
law. They wanted their psi's strong and not watered down; anything
less than an Epsilon was simply not acceptable. That was the excuse
they gave. And most people seemed to buy into it . . . of course for
most people, it was easier to accept what you were told than to think
for yourself.

Adam had his own beliefs. And his was that Psi Control needed to
control the number of psi's to make certain they remained in control.
He'd studied the numbers and developments of psi's a few years back,
and he didn't believe that Psi Control had been entirely truthful in
the biological information they gave to the public. Psi Control
insisted that the genes for psionic ability was recessive; Adam had a
hunch that the genes were actually dominant, but as yet hadn't really
worked out all of the computational material.

If that was true, then all of Psi Control's rules and laws made sense.
It would be dangerous to allow a proliferation of psi's that couldn't
be counted and numbered. But it would also explain why rogue psi's
were found everyday.  And if rogue psi's were found every day, why
were so few Alpha's found? And why did that one ability that marked
them as Alpha - the ability to teleport - burn itself out so easily?

Unless it didn't and the psi's were far more aware and manipulative
than Psi Control would ever concede to give them credit for. Wasn't it
possible that they hid that ability to avoid spending their time
drugged and incoherent, to avoid the mind control techniques that Psi
Control subjected its Alpha's to? And wouldn't that explain why there
seemed to be an increase in the number of Beta's and Gamma's, who knew
well enough to hide their teleportative abilities, but couldn't hide
the overall strength of their psionic power?

It was certainly food for thought, for some other day. If only he
could actually talk to a psi, preferably a Beta or a Gamma outside of
The Centre. If they trusted him long enough to talk to him, if he
could make them believe and understand that this was truly his own
private little world where he liked to build and disprove theories
because . . . well .because he could. But he would never find a psi
willing to talk to a norm, and he would certainly never be able to get
one off The Centre grounds.

Inadvertently, his mind turned back to Amelie. He had a thought; it
was positively insane, but he wasn't going to be able to think clearly
until he put his curiosity at ease. "Red, you can get into Psi
Control's computers right?"

"Yeah, I can. But why would I want to?"

Adam turned to look at him, giving him a smile. "I want you to look
something up for me."

"You do realize how much encryption I'll have to go through to do
that? And you're not set up to hide your footprint. They'll trace it
right back to the lab."

"No, you misunderstand me," Adam shook his head and carried his
sandwich over to the terminal. "I don't want you bothering any of
their secured files. Just the public data files, the information that
is out there for anyone to retrieve if they want to retrieve it."

"And have the clearance to . . ."

"I have clearance," Adam told him quietly. "I've just never used it."

"Oh, well aren't you just full of surprises?" Red turned his attention
the computer and began to login. "It'll only take a few minutes to get
in if you have clearance. When did you get clearance anyway?"

"It was a gift from Dad. He thought that it would sway me."

Red gave him a quick glance, then with a shrug returned his attention
to the computer screen. The Psi Corporation logo twirled on the screen
while it accessed the computer and then granted permission.

"Where to pal?" Red asked once they were inside.

"Data files. Beta two zero one seven."

Typing the information in, Red quirked an eyebrow at him. "Can I ask
what we're doing?"

"Just looking at a data file, Red."

"A data file of a psi. Why are we -" The other stopped as the
information came up on the screen.

Adam smiled, reaching over to scroll through the information.
"Beautiful, isn't she?"

"How-"

"I saw her today at The Centre. In the public gardens. I talked to
her. Sort of. I couldn't stop staring at her."

"You talked to her?" He heard the disbelief and horror in Red's voice.

"No law against that. Yet." Adam continued to skim the information in
Amelie's file. Basic biographical data filled the screen. Her height,
weight, blood type, test results, observer's comments, everything that
Psi Control considered important, but nothing about *her*. No birth
date, no family information, no other origin information aside from
the farm she was 'harvested' from. He had known that Psi Control
didn't consider that information important; it had never occurred to
him that they would obliterate it completely. "Damn."

She was a person, damn it all. At least she had been before Psi
Control got their claws on her. Now, she was simply Beta 2017, a
designation. Adam wondered why he would have expected anything else?

"Adam, what are you looking for?"

"Nothing," Adam turned sadly away from the computer, marking yet
another reason to hate and disapprove of everything Psi Control was
and did. "Nothing important. Let's get back to work on that equation."

*** End of Chapter Four

*********
"You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then
I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the
terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve
them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and
unfairness of the universe."
       -- Marcus Cole, Babylon 5, A Late Delivery from Avalon

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Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 10:30:12 -0500
From: "Michele Bumbarger" <[e-mail]>
Subject: (arfic-l) FIC: Eclipse: Darkness Falling (Part 6)

Title: Eclipse - Book One: Darkness Falling

Part 6: Chapter Five

Author: M. Bumbarger

Email: [e-mail]

TV Series: Alternate Universe Crossover - Buffy, the Vampire
Slayer/Highlander: The Series/Original Series Tomorrow People and New
Series Tomorrow People

Rating: TV-14, there's a little bit of bad language and it gets
violent in some points, nothing more than you'd catch on prime time
television though

Archive: Only mine (Alternate Realities).

Author's Notes & Comments: See Ramblings in Part 0

Author's Additional Notes & Comments: For those who are waiting
(patiently) for another chapter of "Worlds Away" and/or "1000 Oceans,"
I hope that this will tide you over. I edited another chapter and
submit it for your reading pleasure. Previous parts can be found in
the arfic-l archives at http://www.escribe.com/tv/jeff.

Disclaimer: None of these characters, television shows, or concepts
belong to me. The Tomorrow People are the property of Roger Damon
Price, Thames/ITV Television, and Tetra Television. Buffy the Vampire
Slayer characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Highlander:
The Series characters belong to Panzer/Davis, Rhysher Entertainment
and Gaumont Television. All are used here without permission and not
for profit. All original characters are the by-product of my own
warped and twisted imagination.

**********

Chapter Five

Adam was greeted at the door of his flat by a purring, green-eyed ball
of gray and white fur. She butted her head roughly against his leg,
giving a loud cry of righteous indignation and proceeded to weave in
and out of his ankles making it nearly impossible for him to walk down
the short hall and brush his hand along the light panel.

"Hello to you too, Mystique," Adam greeted his feline companion
brightly.  The cat gave another loud yelp in response.

"I know, I know. You're mad because I didn't come home last night.
Would you even believe me if I told you that I was sorry?" That earned
him another bump against his shin.

Reaching down, Adam scooped the creature up into his arms and allowed
her to butt her cold, wet nose against his face. The purring grew
louder as she rammed her head against his nose and finally settled to
a comfortable position cradled in her master's arms. While alternating
between scratching behind Mystique's ears, and attempting to hang his
overcoat with one hand, Adam continued to murmur softly to her.

"I won't promise you that it won't happen again. Even I know I can't
keep that promise. But I will absolutely try my best in the future,"
Adam promised.

Punching a code into the answering machine, Adam was not surprised to
hear the computerized voice speak up. "You have three messages:

"Message one.

"Adam, it's Professor Cage. I tried to get you at the lab, but I
didn't have any such luck. I really wanted to apologize for my
terrible behavior today, I've been having an absolutely wretched week,
but that's no excuse for how I treated you. Allow me to take you to
dinner some time, lad, and we can discuss the error of my ways."

Adam shook his head and smiled slightly. "Red was right. You are
scared that I'm going to leave your little project."

"Message two.

"Hello, Neiman, Sue Lee. I tried you at the lab, and didn't get an
answer, so I'm assuming you're already en route for home. Just
checking to make sure you actually went home tonight. Your turn to
drive tomorrow, kiddo. Night."

Settling on the couch, Adam settled the cat in his lap. He spoke
sarcastically to the disembodied voice although he knew that the woman
couldn't hear him, "Thanks Mom."

"Message three.

"Hello, Adam. It's Lucy." Adam bolted upright, his eyes widening as
his heart skipped a beat. Mystique gave a yowl of protest and jumped
to the floor, switching her tail in indignation. "I bet you're
surprised to hear my voice. I'm calling because . . . after seeing you
today, I thought that perhaps we should get together. And talk. It's
been a year, and I really think it would be a good thing if we cleared
the air between us. Why don't you call me, and we can have lunch
sometime this week? I'll be looking forward to your call."

With a frustrated groan, Adam allowed his head to fall backwards
against the couch, his eyes focused on the ceiling. This was just what
he didn't need right now. Lucy wanted to talk to him. After all this
time, she finally felt the need to talk to him and clear the air. Why
now? Why after a year, a year in which they both had gone on with
their lives.

Was there anything left to say that hadn't been said? Was there anyway
to forget what had been said?

Springing off the couch and crossing over to the bar, Adam made quick
work of finding what he was looking for. He downed the first glass of
scotch, barely noticing the fiery burn the liquid made as it eased its
way down his throat and into his stomach. The second one he took more
slowly, sipping it while he leaned against the bar and wondered what
sin he had committed to send him spiraling backwards into memories of
Lucy Adams.

* * * *

"I made dinner." Lucy greeted him at the doorway with a kiss on his
cheek. "How was your day?"

Taking a quick look over his shoulder and out into the corridor, Adam
made certain that he had the right apartment - and the right fiancΘe.
The woman holding onto his arm was not the woman that he lived with,
he was pretty certain of that. Lucy simply wasn't domestic. Lucy
didn't wear silk blouses and short skirts and greet him at the door
like a trophy wife. "Who are you and what did you do with Lucy?"

"I had a job interview today," the hard punch to his upper arm
reassured Adam that this was indeed his Lucy. "I couldn't very well go
in jeans and a sweatshirt, could I?" She turned away then, heading
back towards the kitchen and Adam smiled softly as she walked away,
watching the sway of her hips and enjoying the sight of her long legs.

"Maybe you should have job interviews more often," he suggested
playfully.

"I know what you're thinking, Adam Neiman, and you can just forget
it," Lucy peeked out of the kitchen and waved a large wooden spoon at
him. "At least until after dinner."

The sight of candles and the good china on the dining room table gave
him pause. A fresh salad in a crystal bowl adorned the center of the
table, as well as a bowl of fresh fruit. Taking a bite out of one of
the strawberries, Adam smiled. "I take it that the interview went well
and we're celebrating . . . or are you just being optimistic?"

"We are celebrating. I'm even chilling champagne."

"Champagne? What happened to a nice bottle of white wine?"

"I wanted champagne." Lucy emerged carrying a large bowl of steamed
vegetables and winked at him, "And you know that I always get what I
want."

As she slid past him and placed the vegetables on the table, Adam
encircled his arms around her waist. She was wearing new perfume too.
Pulling her back against him, he nuzzled her neck affectionately.
"Well, you got me."

"You were easy," Lucy tilted her head back and caught his mouth in a
brief, playful kiss.

"So, tell me all about this job you now have."

Lucy wiggled in his arms, turning and wrapping her arms around his
neck. Her voice was soft and sultry with a hint of sulkiness that Adam
recognized all too well. "Why don't we eat first, and talk later?"

Slowly reaching up and behind him, Adam disentangled her arms from his
neck. "What I am not going to like about this Lucy?"

"Adam," Lucy purred and stepped closer then drew up stiffly when she
realized that she wasn't hiding anything. She shifted her weight
nervously from foot to foot, absently rubbing the knuckles of her left
hand.  "It's not a journalism job. It's a public relations position.
I'll be a media liaison for a corporation." When he didn't respond,
Lucy nodded and pulled out one of the dining room chairs. With a heavy
sigh, she continued. "I'm going to be working for Psi Corporation."

All he could do was give a short bark of laughter. "Psi Corporation.
You're kidding me, right?"

"No, I'm not." Lucy raked her hands through her hair and stared at him
pleadingly. "I know, it's the last place that either of us expected me
to work, but you don't know what they offered me, Adam. The credits,
the perks, all of it. It was too good of a job to turn down.
Inexperienced university graduates just don't get these kind of
offers."

"But you did?"

"Yes."

"And you took it?"

"Yes! I would have been nuts not to!"

"And what about your ideals? What about your dreams and plans? You're
going to throw them away just like that?"

"You're not being fair. It's just a job. I'll work here for a few
years and go on to something else -"

"That's bullshit, Lucy!" Adam raised his voice for this first time
since their argument had begun. "We both know it. No one works for Psi
Control for a few years and then leaves. You work for them for life.
Once you've been inside they don't let you out."

"And maybe that's not so bad. Job security."

"You're rationalizing. You're trying to find a reason for going
against every principle that you have . . . or did you ever have them
at all?"

"I took a great job. I'm sorry if you can't see past your dislike of
your father to see that, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in
the mouth."

"Yeah, that's right. Inexperienced college grads just don't get job
offers like that. Did you ever stop to think that maybe my father is
the reason you got it?"

Lucy sputtered, rising slowly to her feet. "Don't you even imply that
I wasn't good enough to get this job on my own!"

"I didn't. You did. That was your rationalization the moment you told
me," Adam reminded her darkly. "Maybe it's just something you don't
want to think about. The power of the Neiman name and you're almost
part of the family. How does it feel?"

"God damn you, Adam! You just can't stomach that thought that some of
us have bigger goals in life than spending the rest of it teaching a
lot of unappreciative students. Just because you want to waste away at
the University -" She drew up suddenly, sharply, drawing a deep
breath. "Adam, I didn't mean -"

"Yes, Lucy, you did." The cold calm to his words surprised him,
because he was anything but cold and calm on the inside. Her words cut
like knives. How many times had they crossed this bridge? How many
times had she subtlety implied that she thought Adam could be and do
so much more?

The words hung between them in the dead and painful silence of the
dining room. The candles flickered, their warm red and orange glow a
mockery. The vegetables grew colder on the table while the fruit and
salad grew warmer. Adam brushed past her, having nothing left to say
and knowing that anything they said would only make matters worse.

"Where are you going?" Lucy demanded.

"Out," was the only answer he gave.

The sound of the door slamming behind him was the sound of his perfect
life falling to imperfect pieces.

* * * * *

Trying his hardest to shake off the ghosts that crept up, Adam tossed
back the remainder of the scotch and poured himself another glass.
Somehow, he thought that it was going to be a very long and very
sleepless night.

** * End of Chapter Five

*******
"You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then
I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the
terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve
them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and
unfairness of the universe."
       -- Marcus Cole, Babylon 5, A Late Delivery from Avalon

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Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 10:53:29 -0500
From: "Alternate Realities Archivist" <[e-mail]>
Subject: (arfic-l) ADMIN: Fan Fiction Sites Deleted at Tripod

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I don't normally post these sorts of messages, and prefer to stay well =
enough alone from the rants and raves, but as an archivist, I thought =
that it was only fair that I do post the following information which has =
been coming across several mailing list that I am subscribed to.

Apparently, sometime around midnight, or perhaps earlier, on Saturday, =
March 17, 2001, Tripod began a sweep of deleting fan sites. At first, it =
was believed that these sites were only Slash sites, but further =
investigation has revealed that these sites are also Gen and Het fic =
sites as well. I am sending this email, not to complain or give an =
outcry, but to simply give a warning. If you, or someone you know, has a =
website at Tripod, you would be well advised to back it up IMMEDIATELY. =
If your site, or that of someone you know, has already fallen prey, you =
may be able to retrieve it from Google (www.google.com), which keeps a =
cache of web pages. However, Google does update its cache frequently, so =
speed is important.

There is a general outcry going out because of the deleted sites which =
have obviously been removed due to TOS (Terms of Service) violation. I =
am not going to hop on that bandwagon, because, as well all should be =
aware of, as fan fiction writers, we have no rights. No rights to the =
characters or the materials that we write about. They all belong to =
their creators, writers, directors, production companies, and =
distribution companies, not to us. We are infringing copyright, and that =
is the legal final line and word on the matter.

I have reviewed the Tripod TOS and found the following, which covers =
their action on each and every level:

"Tripod reserves the right to delete any page at any time for any reason =
or no reason at all. "

This means, that if Tripod wants your site gone on a whim, it's gone. =
You agree to their TOS, then you agree to this stipulation.

Article 7 of the TOS states the following:

a) Any use of copyrighted, trademarked, patented or servicemarked =
material without the express permission of the author or owner, the =
commission of any acts of copyright, trademark, patent, trade secret or =
other intellectual property infringement, or contributing to, inducing, =
or facilitating such infringement.=20

This means fan sites! Sorry, no two ways around it. The material used in =
fan sites is copyrighted and used without the express permission of the =
author or owner.=20

I don't mean to preach, but I just wanted to send out a heads up and =
provide information and education to those who might think that they =
have been wronged by Tripod. Also, this will hopefully allow some people =
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The Medusa Stone (9/19)

by Anne Olsen

Email : [e-mail]

Fandom : Stargate SG1/ Highlander/ NS Tomorrow People

Rating: PG

Summary : SG1 finds a manuscript that Daniel has trouble deciphering. An =
historian named Adam Pierson offers to help.

Disclaimer :=20
The characters of Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c, =
General Hammond, Janet Frasier, Apophis and anybody else you recognise =
from the SGC do not belong to me. Neither does the concept of the =
Stargate, SGC, and the Goa'uld and any thing else related to the series =
Stargate SG1. They belong to Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, =
MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Products.

The characters of Methos (a.k.a. Adam Pierson), Joe Dawson, Connor =
MacLeod and Duncan MacLeod belong to Panzer/Davis, Rysher/Gaumont =
Television. So do the concepts of Immortality, the Game and the =
Watchers.

Likewise the characters of Adam Newman, Megabyte Damon, General William =
Damon, Ami Jackson, Jade Weston, Kevin Wilson or any names or events =
linked to the Tomorrow People TV series do not belong to me either. They =
are the property of Roger Damon Price, Thames/Tetra and ITV Television

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Part Nine



The first things that O'Neill saw as he stepped through the Stargate =
were two bodies. Daniel's hand was reaching for the DHD device. He'd =
obviously been about to dial out when he'd been attacked. Pierson was =
sprawled on the ground, sword in hand, unmoving. There was a nasty hole =
in his chest, probably the result of a Goa'uld staff weapon, he thought. =
Poor guy, no one could survive that. It didn't look as though the battle =
with Ramiis had gone well at all.

O'Neill looked around. The ideal weather they had experienced the last =
time they were here seemed to be changing. He could swear he could see =
storm clouds gathering on the horizon. "Teal'c, go scout around and make =
sure that whoever did this isn't still in the area. Carter, how's =
Daniel?"

"Still alive, sir. It just looks as though he's unconscious. The odd =
thing is that there's no mark on him." Carter looked around. "Colonel, =
there's a sword on the ground next to him. I wonder what that's doing =
here." Carter picked it up and examined it closely. There appeared to be =
patches of dried blood on the blade, she wondered if it belonged to Adam =
Pierson or to Ramiis.

"Maybe the other guy left it behind. Something must have scared him off. =
Come on, let's head back through the gate before whatever it is decides =
to come back again." He turned to Teal'c. "Did you find anything?"

The Jaffa's face was totally impassive, as always. "No, O'Neill, I did =
not. Whoever or whatever was here, has moved on."

"Carter, dial home, then give me a hand with Daniel. Teal'c you'd better =
bring Pierson's body back. All this talk about thousands of years ago. =
Sounds like these guys have been watching too much science fiction. We'd =
better get Doc Frasier to check it out, all the same." What had Ramiis =
called the historian? Methos? He shook his head. It looked like they =
weren't going to get the explanation they wanted from the man after all.

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Damon led the way to the conference room where Hammond had taken him =
earlier to meet Pierson. It was a shame the two boys weren't going to =
meet the man. He sounded as though he knew an awful lot about them and =
their kind. He knocked on the door; O'Neill rose to his feet to meet =
them as they entered the room.

"Adam, Megabyte, this is Colonel Jack O'Neill. Jack, this is my son =
Megabyte and his friend Adam Newman." Damon had explained to the two =
boys what had happened while they were unconscious, and was relieved =
that they seemed to understand that he had had no choice in sharing =
their secret with General Hammond and his team. In fact they seemed =
quite keen to meet O'Neill and the rest of SG1.

O'Neill looked at the two boys in front of him. They looked awfully =
young to have the responsibilities resulting from the powers that Damon =
said they had. Seeing them brought back memories of his own son. He =
wondered again what Charlie would be doing now if he hadn't been killed =
so tragically, killed with Jack's own service revolver. No, he wasn't =
going to think about that now. He'd dealt with the grief and the guilt =
surrounding his son's death.

He shifted his thoughts back to Adam and Megabyte. They were still =
looking a bit pale, he thought - obviously they were not as fully =
recovered from their experience as they were trying to make out. =
Whatever the stone had done to them, it had not been a very pleasant =
experience. In fact, in the light of what Doctor Frasier had told him, =
they were lucky to have survived. He found it hard to believe that one =
small stone could cause so much trouble for the - what had Pierson =
called them? - Tomorrow People, and yet had seemingly not affected =
anyone else on the base. It sounded as though the far-fetched story of =
telepathic powers and the like must be true after all.=20

"Pleased to meet you." O'Neill paused. He was feeling a bit =
uncomfortable about asking, but there was one thing about the telepathy =
idea that was bothering him quite a bit. "General Damon says that you =
are," he stumbled over the word, "telepathic. Can you read my mind, do =
you know what I'm thinking right now?"

Megabyte answered grinning, "What do you think, Colonel?" He winced as =
his father glared at him and Adam nudged him in the ribs.

"Don't mind Megabyte," said Adam. "That's what passes for his sense of =
humour, or lack of it."=20

"Hey," protested his friend.

Adam ignored him and continued. "Our telepathic abilities are limited to =
between ourselves. We can pick up on what we call background noise, =
surface thoughts, that sort of thing, but no, we can't read your mind."

"So, how did you pick up images from Adam Pierson?" asked Carter.

"Sorry, guys. Carter's jumping the gun a bit, introductions first, eh. =
This is Major Sam Carter, as you've probably gathered she's the =
scientist on the team." O'Neill gestured towards the Jaffa, "and this is =
Teal'c."

Teal'c bowed his head in way of greeting towards the two boys. They both =
involuntarily took a step back. O'Neill noticed them looking at each =
other for a few minutes, he wondered if they were 'talking'. He hoped =
they weren't going to make a habit of that; it was worse than when =
Daniel went 'native' and communicated with the other beings they =
encountered on some of the planets they'd visited through the Stargate. =
Mind you, at least in that situation he could hear something, even if it =
was in a language he couldn't understand.

Adam spoke first, very hesitantly. He didn't want to rock the boat but =
decided they had better be up front about what they were feeling. After =
all these people seemed to be very aware of what he and Megabyte were. =
He wanted to be sure of what and whom they were dealing with.

"Pleased to meet you. Er, I don't know how to say this but we're getting =
some very funny vibes off you. A sense of another, not very friendly =
mind as well as your own." He didn't tell them that the vibes were also =
making the two of them feel a bit ill, as well. Even though he wanted to =
be honest, he was still a bit wary as to how far that honesty should go. =


"Oh, great," commented O'Neill. "They can sense 'Junior'." Junior was =
the nickname he had given Teal'c's symbiot.=20

Carter seemed quite excited by the idea. "Don't you see what this means, =
Colonel. They can sense the Goa'uld. Think of how useful that could be =
in our fight against Apophis and the system lords."

Megabyte interrupted, "You mean he's got one of those snake things my =
Dad told us about inside him? Gross."

"That is indeed correct, Megabyte Damon," confirmed Teal'c. "However =
this is not a full grown Goa'uld. The larva and I share a symbiotic =
relationship. There is nothing to fear from it. It is only when it =
reaches maturity that it takes a host."

"Sorry, Teal'c," apologised Adam. "It's just that the vibes we're =
picking up from your symbiote are making us feel a bit uncomfortable. I =
suppose we'll get used to them in time, won't we Megabyte?"

"Yeah, right."

O'Neill noticed that Megabyte, how did the kid end up with a name like =
that anyway, didn't look too convinced. It looked as though Adam was the =
unofficial leader of the two, he guessed.

Damon looked around, realising someone was missing. "Where's Daniel? Is =
he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. A bit shook up though by the whole thing, though - =
he's gone to lie down for a bit. Doesn't seem to remember much of what =
happened once he went through the Gate either." O'Neill gave the two =
boys a grin. "Wait till Daniel feels better and starts asking questions. =
The Spanish Inquisition has nothing on him." He turned to the man who =
had just appeared at his shoulder. " Yes, Corporal, what is it?"

"General Hammond wants you to meet him in the infirmary, Colonel."

"Did he say why?"

"No, sir. He said to bring the rest of your team and your guests as =
well."

"Okay, tell him we'll be there in a minute." Maybe Frasier has found =
something out about Pierson from his body, thought O'Neill. This should =
be interesting. It's a shame I can't ask the man himself, the guy was a =
real mystery.

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<DIV>Summary : SG1 finds a manuscript that Daniel has trouble =
deciphering. An=20
historian named Adam Pierson offers to help.</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>Disclaimer : </DIV>
<DIV>
<P>The characters of Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Sam Carter, =
Teal’c, General=20
Hammond, Janet Frasier, Apophis and anybody else you recognise from the =
SGC do=20
not belong to me. Neither does the concept of the Stargate, SGC, and the =
Goa’uld=20
and any thing else related to the series Stargate SG1. They belong to =
Stargate=20
(II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, =
and Gekko=20
Products.</P>
<P>The characters of Methos (a.k.a. Adam Pierson), Joe Dawson, Connor =
MacLeod=20
and Duncan MacLeod belong to Panzer/Davis, Rysher/Gaumont Television. So =
do the=20
concepts of Immortality, the Game and the Watchers.</P>
<P>Likewise the characters of Adam Newman, Megabyte Damon, General =
William=20
Damon, Ami Jackson, Jade Weston, Kevin Wilson or any names or events =
linked to=20
the Tomorrow People TV series do not belong to me either. They are the =
property=20
of Roger Damon Price, Thames/Tetra and ITV Television</P>
<P>----------------</P><U>
<P>Part Nine</P>
<P></U> </P>
<P>The first things that O’Neill saw as he stepped through the =
Stargate were two=20
bodies. Daniel’s hand was reaching for the DHD device. He’d =
obviously been about=20
to dial out when he’d been attacked. Pierson was sprawled on the =
ground, sword=20
in hand, unmoving. There was a nasty hole in his chest, probably the =
result of a=20
Goa’uld staff weapon, he thought. Poor guy, no one could survive =
that. It didn’t=20
look as though the battle with Ramiis had gone well at all.</P>
<P>O’Neill looked around. The ideal weather they had experienced =
the last time=20
they were here seemed to be changing. He could swear he could see storm =
clouds=20
gathering on the horizon. "Teal’c, go scout around and make sure =
that whoever=20
did this isn’t still in the area. Carter, how’s Daniel?"</P>
<P>"Still alive, sir. It just looks as though he’s unconscious. =
The odd thing is=20
that there’s no mark on him." Carter looked around. "Colonel, =
there’s a sword on=20
the ground next to him. I wonder what that’s doing here." Carter =
picked it up=20
and examined it closely. There appeared to be patches of dried blood on =
the=20
blade, she wondered if it belonged to Adam Pierson or to Ramiis.</P>
<P>"Maybe the other guy left it behind. Something must have scared him =
off. Come=20
on, let’s head back through the gate before whatever it is decides =
to come back=20
again." He turned to Teal’c. "Did you find anything?"</P>
<P>The Jaffa’s face was totally impassive, as always. "No, =
O’Neill, I did not.=20
Whoever or whatever was here, has moved on."</P>
<P>"Carter, dial home, then give me a hand with Daniel. Teal’c =
you’d better=20
bring Pierson’s body back. All this talk about thousands of years =
ago. Sounds=20
like these guys have been watching too much science fiction. We’d =
better get Doc=20
Frasier to check it out, all the same." What had Ramiis called the =
historian?=20
Methos? He shook his head. It looked like they weren’t going to =
get the=20
explanation they wanted from the man after all.</P>
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<P>Damon led the way to the conference room where Hammond had taken him =
earlier=20
to meet Pierson. It was a shame the two boys weren’t going to meet =
the man. He=20
sounded as though he knew an awful lot about them and their kind. He =
knocked on=20
the door; O’Neill rose to his feet to meet them as they entered =
the room.</P>
<P>"Adam, Megabyte, this is Colonel Jack O’Neill. Jack, this is my =
son Megabyte=20
and his friend Adam Newman." Damon had explained to the two boys what =
had=20
happened while they were unconscious, and was relieved that they seemed =
to=20
understand that he had had no choice in sharing their secret with =
General=20
Hammond and his team. In fact they seemed quite keen to meet =
O’Neill and the=20
rest of SG1.</P>
<P>O’Neill looked at the two boys in front of him. They looked =
awfully young to=20
have the responsibilities resulting from the powers that Damon said they =
had.=20
Seeing them brought back memories of his own son. He wondered again what =
Charlie=20
would be doing now if he hadn’t been killed so tragically, killed =
with Jack’s=20
own service revolver. No, he wasn’t going to think about that now. =
He’d dealt=20
with the grief and the guilt surrounding his son’s death.</P>
<P>He shifted his thoughts back to Adam and Megabyte. They were still =
looking a=20
bit pale, he thought - obviously they were not as fully recovered from =
their=20
experience as they were trying to make out. Whatever the stone had done =
to them,=20
it had not been a very pleasant experience. In fact, in the light of =
what Doctor=20
Frasier had told him, they were lucky to have survived. He found it hard =
to=20
believe that one small stone could cause so much trouble for the - what =
had=20
Pierson called them? - Tomorrow People, and yet had seemingly not =
affected=20
anyone else on the base. It sounded as though the far-fetched story of=20
telepathic powers and the like must be true after all. </P>
<P>"Pleased to meet you." O’Neill paused. He was feeling a bit =
uncomfortable=20
about asking, but there was one thing about the telepathy idea that was=20
bothering him quite a bit. "General Damon says that you are," he =
stumbled over=20
the word, "telepathic. Can you read my mind, do you know what I’m =
thinking right=20
now?"</P>
<P>Megabyte answered grinning, "What do you think, Colonel?" He winced =
as his=20
father glared at him and Adam nudged him in the ribs.</P>
<P>"Don’t mind Megabyte," said Adam. "That’s what passes for =
his sense of=20
humour, or lack of it." </P>
<P>"Hey," protested his friend.</P>
<P>Adam ignored him and continued. "Our telepathic abilities are limited =
to=20
between ourselves. We can pick up on what we call background noise, =
surface=20
thoughts, that sort of thing, but no, we can’t read your =
mind."</P>
<P>"So, how did you pick up images from Adam Pierson?" asked Carter.</P>
<P>"Sorry, guys. Carter’s jumping the gun a bit, introductions =
first, eh. This=20
is Major Sam Carter, as you’ve probably gathered she’s the =
scientist on the=20
team." O’Neill gestured towards the Jaffa, "and this is =
Teal’c."</P>
<P>Teal’c bowed his head in way of greeting towards the two boys. =
They both=20
involuntarily took a step back. O’Neill noticed them looking at =
each other for a=20
few minutes, he wondered if they were ‘talking’. He hoped =
they weren’t going to=20
make a habit of that; it was worse than when Daniel went =
‘native’ and=20
communicated with the other beings they encountered on some of the =
planets=20
they’d visited through the Stargate. Mind you, at least in that =
situation he=20
could hear something, even if it was in a language he couldn’t =
understand.</P>
<P>Adam spoke first, very hesitantly. He didn’t want to rock the =
boat but=20
decided they had better be up front about what they were feeling. After =
all=20
these people seemed to be very aware of what he and Megabyte were. He =
wanted to=20
be sure of what and whom they were dealing with.</P>
<P>"Pleased to meet you. Er, I don’t know how to say this but =
we’re getting some=20
very funny vibes off you. A sense of another, not very friendly mind as =
well as=20
your own." He didn’t tell them that the vibes were also making the =
two of them=20
feel a bit ill, as well. Even though he wanted to be honest, he was =
still a bit=20
wary as to how far that honesty should go. </P>
<P>"Oh, great," commented O’Neill. "They can sense =
‘Junior’." Junior was the=20
nickname he had given Teal’c’s symbiot. </P>
<P>Carter seemed quite excited by the idea. "Don’t you see what =
this means,=20
Colonel. They can sense the Goa’uld. Think of how useful that =
could be in our=20
fight against Apophis and the system lords."</P>
<P>Megabyte interrupted, "You mean he’s got one of those snake =
things my Dad=20
told us about inside him? Gross."</P>
<P>"That is indeed correct, Megabyte Damon," confirmed Teal’c. =
"However this is=20
not a full grown Goa’uld. The larva and I share a symbiotic =
relationship. There=20
is nothing to fear from it. It is only when it reaches maturity that it =
takes a=20
host."</P>
<P>"Sorry, Teal’c," apologised Adam. "It’s just that the =
vibes we’re picking up=20
from your symbiote are making us feel a bit uncomfortable. I suppose =
we’ll get=20
used to them in time, won’t we Megabyte?"</P>
<P>"Yeah, right."</P>
<P>O’Neill noticed that Megabyte, how did the kid end up with a =
name like that=20
anyway, didn’t look too convinced. It looked as though Adam was =
the unofficial=20
leader of the two, he guessed.</P>
<P>Damon looked around, realising someone was missing. "Where’s =
Daniel? Is he=20
okay?"</P>
<P>"Yeah, he’s fine. A bit shook up though by the whole thing, =
though - he’s=20
gone to lie down for a bit. Doesn’t seem to remember much of what =
happened once=20
he went through the Gate either." O’Neill gave the two boys a =
grin. "Wait till=20
Daniel feels better and starts asking questions. The Spanish Inquisition =
has=20
nothing on him." He turned to the man who had just appeared at his =
shoulder. "=20
Yes, Corporal, what is it?"</P>
<P>"General Hammond wants you to meet him in the infirmary, =
Colonel."</P>
<P>"Did he say why?"</P>
<P>"No, sir. He said to bring the rest of your team and your guests as=20
well."</P>
<P>"Okay, tell him we’ll be there in a minute." Maybe Frasier has =
found=20
something out about Pierson from his body, thought O’Neill. This =
should be=20
interesting. It’s a shame I can’t ask the man himself, the =
guy was a real=20
mystery.</P>
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