Chapter Forty

Pokrovskoye, Siberia

Wolfgar stepped out of the secret wormhole behind the altar in the old church where Rasputin, Raven and Tula were awaiting his return. It wasn’t a Stargate in the way those at the SGC thought of such a thing but rather a porthole into time and space, one which could be interconnected with the Stargates across the galaxies but didn’t need them as it harnessed the energy of the intersecting Ley lines deep in the Earth below. The irritated boy was in no mood for things such as being welcomed home. His mind was racing at the speed of light keeping up with the muscle pulsating his chest and shooting hot blood through his bulging veins.  Eyes that were normally dark were veiled white and with that veil came a different kind of sight one that was  more instinct and intuition rather than true vision or because it was True Vision and what’d he had all the years previous were only some pale imitation. His body dripped sweat and gave off a scent which alarmed all around though none of them could say it was altogether unpleasant, in fact, if allowed to keep breathing it in one might even say it had a narcotic effect.

“My son,” Raven said as she took in the heavy way he was breathing and the flush in his cheeks. “Are you all right? Did you see your Father?”

“Get out of my way, woman.” He growled and pushed her aside so hard she fell to the dirty floor of the old church. “I’m starving and exhausted. Feed me and find me my bed.”  Wolfgar ordered as he stumbled toward the crumbling doors and out into the night air. Somehow he thought that stranding his Father, Grandfather and Great-Grandfather on that god forsaken planet would be more satisfying.  It was anything but.  He felt cheated when he should be feeling victorious and that made him angry.  Soon enough those bastards would return to the planet by hook or by crook, he was sure of it.  When they got here they’d find there was a new King in town one that didn’t take any shit.

“Is it me or is he…is he?” Tula whispered as she watched him weave an unsteady path without looking back then she stooped to help Raven from the floor.

“Bigger?” Rasputin said with what could only be described as pride. “Yes, he is. His body grows with his power. He is ripe. He is ready.” It was clear to see that the clothes he’d gone through the open wormhole in no longer fit him. The jeans were bulging at the waist and the legs were at least two inches too short. He looked as though he’d been stuffed into the shirt by some unkind and unthinking person.

“So are we.” Raven added as she brushed the dirt from her blue jeans.

The house they all shared wasn’t far from the ruins of the old church, five miles or so. Wolfgar passed the old worn 4 x 4 upon his exit. They could drive he’d run.  Exhausted as he was he had all of this extra energy coursing through him and he felt sure if he didn’t find a way to get rid of it he would simple explode into a fine mist of pink.  So he ran headlong into the night and heedless of his path.  Naked tree branches whipped across his face as his feet pounded the forest floor and his mind focused on only one thing; the face of Nicholas Jackson when he saw Wolfgar sitting on the steps outside the Sengul Stargate.  That was a moment to cherish! His Father even recognized him, how gratifying.  Most gratifying of all was the look on his face when he knew he just wasn’t going to make it to the Stargate in time. Wolfgar would have given anything, anything at all!, to see the look on his face when the damn thing blew to smithereens.  He wondered how they were all enjoying their first night in the new accommodation the place had to offer.  Granted they weren’t quite as nice as their last stay, surely they would find the place had changed atmosphere and become as wild on the outside as it had been on the inside all along.  How many of them would even make it through the night?  What about tomorrow night? 

Maybe none of them.

That thought stopped his pace and his long aching legs suddenly stood still.  Nicholas damn well better make it back.  Wolfgar had plans for the family of Nicholas Jackson, big, big plans.  A surprise party planned for his Father’s return.  It would be a terrible shame if the guest of honor never showed.

No, they would all return sooner or later. Well, maybe O’Neill wouldn’t and maybe Daniel Jackson wouldn’t but in his cold black heart Wolfgar was positive that Ares and Nicholas would one day return to this planet.  The SGC was probably scrambling right now to find the quickest way to retrieve their lost members. 

They wouldn’t be quick enough.

Wolfgar’s legs began to move forward once more at a speed greater than before. The world around him went by in a hazy blur of motion.  Upon reaching the house Wolfgar tore the kitchen apart almost taking the refrigerator door off its hinges when he tossed it open. Then he almost knocked the heavy appliance over as he rummaged around inside pulling out everything he could get his large hands on and either stuffing it into his waiting mouth or casting it over his shoulder spent or unwanted until the fridge was empty. Then he started on the cabinets and the dry goods gobbling down two boxes of uncooked pasta with a half gallon of milk straight from the carton, most of which dribbled down his chin, flowed over his broad tight chest and pooled at his feet on the floor.  The kitchen and food laid to waste for the night he took a bag of chips, ripping it open and dumping more on the floor than he brought with him to his bedroom where he stripped off the clothes that were far too tight off the body that was now far larger than it should be and bathed in a heavy sheen of sweat.  His heart still beating wildly he laid his naked toned body down on the bed and stuffed his face full of the chips until there was nothing but crumbs on him and the bed.

Spent and drained he fell off to a heavy sleep and snored soundly for the next twelve hours.

End of Chapter Forty of
Golden Years
by Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
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