Daughter of the Gods-Dark Illusions
by Lisa Beth Darling
Adult Daniel Jackson Fan Fiction

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Mama, mama I’m coming home
Ozzy Obsbourne

Lord Ares, God of War, was many things throughout his long life, but a liar was not usually one of them. True to his word, the DHD did not work. “See. I told you. If it worked, don’t you think I would have just walked off this world years ago?”

“I suppose you would have,” O’Neill agreed. “So, who left ya here anyway?”

Ares nostrils flared as he let out a hard growl. “My son.”

“That would be . . . ” O’Neill lead as his voice trailed off.

Lord Ares looked the smaller man up and down with an accusing eye and saw that O’Neill really didn’t have a clue. “Eros.” He said with contempt. “You think of him as a fat little brat with a sack of arrows on his back.”

“Oh, him, yeah, right.” Jack agreed with a happy tone, “Why? What‘d ya do to him?”

Before Ares could even consider answering the question, David spoke up from his place in the shade. “Done bun can’t be undone.” David said with a lunatic grin. “Done bun can’t be undone.” He began to chant it. “Done bun can’t be undone. Done bun can’t be undone.”

“Silence!” Ares bellowed at the mad man who was accompanying them on their journey.

David looked up at him with a wily smile. “Done bun can’t be undone.” He whispered in a slow dark chant.

Lord Ares threw one black gloved hand in his direction and David was silent. Ares didn’t give him another choice. David’s hand closed around his own throat and began to viscously choke the life out of himself while Ares stood by controlling him. “Be silent!” David nodded voraciously in the God of War’s direction. “I’m surrounded by idiots and fools.” Ares grumbled before dropping his hand to his side. A motion which allowed David Jackson to catch his breath again. “Major Carter? Any luck, my dear?” He called out in a falsely warm yet somehow hopeful tone to the woman who was examining the DHD.

“Yes and no.” She called back and then crawled around the base again. “I think it works, but it just doesn’t have any power.”

“Brilliant deduction.” Ares said with a roll of his onyx eyes. “Where can we get some of that?” Ares asked in a voice which was clearly becoming more annoyed by the second.

“Lightning.” Teal’c spoke up.

“Yeah,” Carter agreed and then turned her blue eyes to Ares, “know where we can get some?”

“Not exactly my forte, fire is my domain.” Ares explained as he eased his large frame from the boulder he’d been perched atop and rose on his considerable legs and flicked his midnight hair over his shoulder. “Step away from it, my dear.” He called to Major Carter as he strode over to where it stood and carefully circled the device, measuring it in his mind. “How much?”

“As much as you can give it.” Carter encouraged.

Ares gave a wide winning smile while rubbing his hands together. “Just what I like to hear.” His eyes gleamed with delight. “Take cover kiddies, wouldn’t want any of you getting injured.” Giving SG1 a moment to hide behind the near by trees, Ares drew in a deep breath which expanded his chest to almost bursting. His deep onyx eyes closed while his clenched fists rose upward toward the sky. A strong wind began to blow. Clouds gathered quick and dark overhead. Ares lowered one hand to point at the DHD and released the finger tips on both. Bright purple streaks flashed down from the thunder heads; they tossed hot shards of electricity into Ares’ raised hand. The massive bolt of energy shot through the God of War and exited his lowered fingertips in concentrated strands. The wind whipped up into a frenzy, SG1 covered their eyes to shield themselves from the flying debris. On the DHD the lights began to flicker and flash.

“Just a little more,” Major Carter called out to him against the wind. Lord Ares began to rock back on his heels and the volts of electricity coursed through his body. The lights came on full. “Stop.”

Ares unclenched his fist, exhaled his breath and brought his hands back to his side. The thunder heads disappeared to reveal a bright sunny day and the wind skipped along on its way.

“Hurry,” Colonel O’Neill shouted as they sprinted for the device which would take them home. “We don’t know how long this is gonna work. Dial her up, Carter.”

“Yes, sir.” Sam punched the symbols, and the Gate began to dial.

Ares watched with great anticipation as the Stargate turned locking its destination into memory. Twenty years stranded on this rock with all these . . . these . . . these . . . Shining Happy People. It was disgusting and frustrating. They never argued with each other, over anything. One tribe wanted more land . . . well that was fine, go ahead, and take it. Miserable. Now he was going to go home, back to Earth where there were always conflict and growth. Moreover, he was going back to Callestah. Twenty years was a long time to be without ones’ own flesh and blood. One’s Family.

The great circle opened its lazy eye with a loud whooshing sound, and the puddle of standing water was ready for travelers.

“Send the signal.” O’Neill ordered. “Everybody ready? Let’s move out.” DePeter and Sam went first, Teal’c followed as he gripped David Jackson tightly by the upper arm. “After you,” he invited staring at Ares. The God of War wasted no time walking through the glimmering puddle of standing water.

SG1 and their companions emerged on the other side in the SGC. “Colonel O’Neill, you’ve got some explaining to do. You’re four days late in checking in.” General Hammond barked.

“Sorry, General, but we ran into a little trouble.”

“Doctor Jackson?” The General asked with obvious shock.

“Nope, not Daniel. It’s David.” O’Neill said clearly disappointed. “This, well, sir, let me introduce you to. . . .”

“Ares,” the dark voice interrupted. “Lord God, Ares. God of War. Father of Callestah.” He loomed over the bald head of the General. “Tell me, General, where is my daughter?”

“We can discuss that later.” The General returned showing no signs of backing down from the larger more powerful man. “If that is David Jackson, I want him placed under arrest immediately.” Two guards came forward and removed David from Teal’cs custody.

“You might want to have Fraser look at him, sir.” O’Neill explained as he laid a hand on Ares’ back to move him forward. “It seems he’s lost a bit of his mind somewhere, General.” He shrugged and smiled. “I’m not really sure where or how.”

“Someone get Calla on the phone.” General Hammond ordered as he, SG1 and Ares began to make their way toward the door.

“Yeah, about that, sir.” Jack began. “If it’s all the same to you, I think maybe we better go and get her. That is, if you don’t mind.”

“Agreed. You, sir,” the General said turning his attention to Ares, “come with me while they go and retrieve your daughter. By the way, I don’t think she’s going to be very happy to see you or your buddy there.” General Hammond held his hand out in front of him and motioned for Ares to follow. “Don’t be to long.” He told Colonel O’Neill, “Take Major Carter with you. Teal’c you stay with me and our guest.”

“Understood.” Teal’c walked to Ares side and escorted him out of the Gate Room.

“Oh, and, ah, General, sir,” Colonel O’Neill began, “I want that idiot off my team, now!” He pointed at DePeter.

“What did he do?” General Hammond asked.

“He doesn’t belong on SG-1.”

“You can say that again.” DePeter agreed in a taunting voice from his place across the room.

“Go and get Calla, we’ll discuss the rest of this later.”

“Yes, sir.” Colonel O’Neill and Major Carter made their way out of the Gate Room and up the parking level. “Any ideas on what to say to her when we get there?” Colonel O’Neill asked.

“No, I’m sure we’ll think of something on the way, sir.”

O’Neill grimaced but said nothing.

No one answered the door at Calla’s house. The car was in the driveway and the lights were on in the kitchen but there wasn’t any movement or sound coming from within the house. Jack and Sam walked around to the sun porch thinking that they could let themselves in that way. Calla was not in the best condition of her life, and this turn of events was unsettling. It was possible she needed help and was not able to call for it. Looking into the kitchen through the sun porch, Jack and Sam saw blood on the floor and dried herbs scattered hither and yon across the kitchen. On the floor, in a small puddle of blood was a USAF issue 9mm. “What the hell?” Jack asked absently. “Calla?” He wrapped his fist on the glass. “Get back.” Jack punched his elbow through one pane and reached in to unlock the door. “Calla?”

“Jack?” A man’s voice called from somewhere deep inside the house.

“Who’s that?” He called back to the familiar sound.

“Jack, it’s me, Daniel.”

Jack and Sam stopped in their tracks to stare at each other. “Daniel?” He whispered and watched her shake her head to say she didn’t know what was happening. “Where are ya, Daniel? Come on out. Where ya been?”

“Tied up.”

“Where’s Calla?”

From the first floor half-bath, between the dining room and kitchen, a well-known shadow emerged. “Ares took her.”

“Ares?" Jack said in surprise as he came around the corner. "Jeez Louise, what happened to you?” Jack asked hurriedly as he took in the welts and whips marks on Daniel’s taunt stomach, the gaping wound at his temple and split bottom lip. “You look like you got hit by a Mac truck.”

Daniel laughed; it was a familiar but unwelcome cackle considering who they had back on the base, “Calla did it.” All in all it seemed that she wasn’t making any idle threats when she told him that she would protect her children. He had the injuries to prove it.

“Are you sure you’re Daniel Jackson?” Carter asked from behind Colonel O’Neill.

“A few hours ago I would have said ‘no’ to that question, but yes, I’m quite sure I’m Daniel.” He informed them. “Ask me anything.”

“What’s the pass word?” Jack asked sharply and watched the man in front of him smile.

Daniel didn't have to think about it, the word slipped easily from his lips. “Abydos.”

Jack smiled wide at the realization that his friend was not dead after all. “Space Monkey! Where have you been?”

“To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure.” Daniel muttered and continued cleaning the drying blood from his abdomen.

“Well in any case, I’m glad to see you. I guess we can start figuring this thing out on our way back.” Jack turned around to make his way toward the sun porch. “Oh, yeah,” he turned back to face Daniel. “When we get there . . . ” he glanced toward Major Carter for a little support. “Well, ah, oh shit.” He mumbled. “Ares and David are waiting there.” He just spit it out in a rush of air.

"He's there? On the base? Where's Calla?" Daniel demanded.

Both Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter looked around at the silent empty house. "She isn't with us, Daniel."

"I told you. Ares took her!"

"We got a lot to talk about, Daniel," Major Carter said in a soft soothing voice. "We'll fill you in."

"Just tell me where she is."

"Look! Daniel!" Jack shouted to get his undivided attention. "I don't know who took Calla but it wasn't Ares, he's been with us for the last five days. This news ain't about to make Daddy War-Bucks happy, you know? How long ago did she disappear?”

“I don’t know. An hour?” It had to be Ares who took her. He saw the man (God) with his own eyes!

“We’ll get you in to see Janet, she’ll look you over and clean you up.” Sam said as she looked up at Daniel and smiled. She walked to him and put her arms around him. “Good to see you again, Daniel.” She hugged him tightly but briefly and then let him go.

Enlightenment was still dawning on Dr. Jackson, so many pieces of the puzzle still falling into place. If Ares didn't have her, who did? Where had they taken her? Why? And..... "She's pregnant."

'I know." Jack returned.

"I didn't," Daniel said in a quiet unassuming, almost hurt voice. "She didn't tell me before I left. She agreed to be my wife but she didn't tell me....." his voice trailed off as his temples began to pound again.

"Daniel, that's great." Major Carter said with a happy smile. "A wedding, don't worry we'll get you and her there."

"Maybe she didn't know about the baby before you left." Jack tried to reassure him, but chances of that were remote, Calla was six and half months pregnant and Daniel had only been gone two months. She had to know before he left on that last mission. "Janet's been taking care of her, I'm sure she'll fill you in on everything."

End Daughter of the Gods: Dark Illusions
Chapter Thirteen
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Chapter Fourteen

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