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Coma White Chapter 8: The Gift "And I don't want the world to see me ~
Sand. Two suns. People running.
Guns blazing.
The strange stone ring. Jack rolling to use a huge gun
to fight off......
"Sha're"
"My host cannot help you now." The Egyptian
woman in a bad Bob Mackie costume. She picture on the mantle. Burning pain. Daniel on his knees.
'No.....my wife.....Sha're!' He was going to die. A
chamber filled with people. One final kiss. Sha're. A blast, Teal'c. 'NO! Please no!' Sha're Blazing eyes, then nothing. "I love you my
husband" Sha're~
"SHA'RE!!!!" Annie screamed and jerked awake. She was panting
heavily. Eyes wide with panic, Daniel woke beside her.
"W..W...w..w..What
did you say?" "Those dreams. They were YOURS?
Daniel calmed. He had to. Leave it to him to have the best sex in his
life only to break national security. He had to have those answers and he had
to have them now. Before he had to drag Annie before
"Annie. You have to tell me what you saw." "Sand. A lot of it. Desert maybe. Your wife....like the picture in the living
room only dressed in this horrid gown and she was trying to kill you! Teal'c
had to use this strange weapon to kill her. And what does this have to do with
a huge stone ring? Looks like its got water in it." "Oh god." Daniel put his face in his hands.
"Annie. What are you?"
"Telepath....." She said lamely. "And I can see things in
certain objects if there’s emotion strong enough in them. Shit.....I just saw
things I wasn't supposed to, didn't I?" "Oh yeah." Daniel looked at the clock. 7AM. Great.
"Look. I have to take you to see my boss. If I don't, they'll send
the whole Air Force down on you. Annie, this is serious."
"For what it's worth Daniel, I'm sorry about your wife."
Nodding, Daniel got up and got dressed. He had no idea how to break this to the
higher ups.
"Annie....this...isn't gong to be easy." She gave him a
withering look.
"Nothing ever is." Annie dragged herself up. She might have to go
face the music, but she sure wasn't doing it on their terms. She'd been dealing
with this all her life, and this wasn't the first time it had caused her
problems. From the moment she'd started using it there had been consequences.
This just wasn't something she was prepared for. National secrets usually
didn't come with the connections. She showered and dressed. A matching pair of
fishnets and a shirt, topped with a tank dress. A leather
one. She put on her makeup, and her loose hair in a high ponytail. She
placed rubber bands every three inches, smoothing down her braids. She put on a
wide belt studded with skulls, and her boots. Her usual
jewelry and a silver band around her neck. She traded her motorcycle
jacket for a long trench coat, pinned on the lapel a picture of a strange man
in elaborate clothes and red eyes, with the words 'Coma White' written next to
him. She walked out into the living room, and Daniel took her in.
"Whoa....the metal detectors are going to have a field day."
He squinted at the large pin on her lapel. That guy looked like he belonged on
the other side of the 'Gate somewhere.
"What is THAT?" Annie rolled her eyes.
"Marilyn Manson. It's the cover art for the single Coma
White."
"Oh..." Was Daniels kind of lame response. The
drive to the mountain was silent. Daniel was scared, and so was Annie. This was
the biggest trouble she'd ever been in. Daniel got her signed into the
checkpoints. She groused at the guest pass. It was ugly and clashed with her
outfit. He left her in the middle of the hallway. "I'll be right back Annie. Don't go
anywhere." "Where would I go? I'd get lost in about
thirty seconds flat." This place is so depressing. She hated grey. Daniel was nervous as he sought out Jack.
Turns out, he didn't have to look long, Jack found HIM. Daniel winced. The
Colonel was livid.
"What the HELL is she doing here Daniel?!" He yelled, and
Daniel flinched.
"She....sorta knows everything." He fidgeted. "WHAT?!" Jack yelled. Oh, this was just great. Now
he was....wait a minute.
"Daniel?" Jack said softly. Too softly.
"Jack?"
"Did you perchance engage in relations with the lovely Miss White
last night?" Daniel flushed a bright red.
"Well....maybe...."
"Bullshit Daniel, there’s a hickey the size of
"Yes....that’s when I found out."
"Found out what?" Jack urged impatiently.
"She’s telepathic. Jack, she woke up screaming Sha're's name! She
told me about her dream. It's the nightmare I always have. Down
to my thoughts in it." Jack looked down the hallway at Annie. Gothic princess. Here we go. As if enough freaks don't come
through the 'Gate, we're now ushering them through the front door.
"Daniel....someday we have to have a serious talk about your love
life." Hours later, after some laughable tests that
almost left Annie breaking her rule of never using her power to hurt anyone,
Annie was taken to meet General Hammond. George took Daniels newest dove in.
The poster girl for everything he hoped his granddaughters didn't become. The
thought of Tessa or Kayla done up like this sent a shudder through the old man.
Daniel had already taken up a protective stance behind her. Jack was just
standing in the doorway. Sam walked in, confused as to why she'd been summoned.
"General?" She asked, and then started in shock.
"Annie?"
"Why don’t you tell us about your power?" The general asked.
Annie sighed.
"It doesn't work the way the movies make it out to be. Everyone and
everyTHING has an emotional and thought...DNA...as it were. I don't pull out
thoughts when I want to. I can't just search through files like a computer
(Actually, under the right circumstances, she could, but that part tended to
scare people, so she just left it out.). I feel and see what the strongest and
most urgent thought is at the time. Sometimes I can prompt out thoughts. It's
how I tattoo so well. I urge my clients to picture exactly what they want, and
then I use it. Dreams are harder. They're unpredictable, so I get jumbled
thoughts and memories. As for what I touch, well, that doesn't always work
either. The emotion or thought had to be STRONG when it was put down or left
out. But there IS one up side. There’s no decay on psychic DNA. Once there, it
stays there. Look, this isn't easy. It gets me in all sorts of trouble and
always has. I try to hide it, but sometimes, there’s nothing to be done about
it. Like now...."
"Where did you get them, are there more of you?" Sam asked
excitedly. Annie shook her head.
"My father was killed on some Special Ops mission when I was
four...fucking cold war." She looked at Jack, who looked down. He knew a lot
of kids who cried for lost fathers.
"My mother never got over it.
She hung herself in the bathroom; I found her body the next morning.
They sent me to live with my Grandmother. She was the one who taught me to be
who I was. She told me to never compromise myself for anyone or anything. She
used to tell me stories about our ancestors. Italian witches. The stregheria
she said. She taught me to control it the best she could, but she died before I
learned it all. I was 17. She died just after I graduated high school. I used
the inheritance to go to college. It was barely enough. I had to work two jobs
to get me through....only to walk away. I wanted to live life on my terms.
Somehow, I think that’s coming to an end." Annie looked back at Daniel.
"But I don't wear a mask and I have no regrets." She smiled.
"So it's genetic then."
Sam asked.
"Truthfully, I don't know. I'm afraid all the people you could ask
about that are dead." "Thank you young lady. You just wait here."
Annie just nodded and rolled her eyes. The military.
Looooooooovely. She had no idea what they were
protecting, but it was close. She really hated the military. Even now, looking
around at all the guards and the people she'd sat with all wearing the same
uniform make her shake her head. She looked at the General. He handed her a
packet with about a thousand pages of forms.
"Sign these young lady." Annie rolled
her eyes. She was 27. But one pleading look from Daniel and she did as she was
asked.
"I've spoken to the president Jack. He wants to see if we can use
her."
"I don't think that would be a very good idea. Look at her! And she
has got the worst attitude."
"Well, now that would be pots calling kettles wouldn't it Jack.
Look, this is the first example of a true psychic we've had pass our doors,
besides Jack; she lost her father to OUR wars. We owe her. "Jack looked
away. The Black Ops was never pretty, and it was just as easy to imagine Sara
put in the exact position Annie’s mother had been in.
"And the president is concerned." "About what Sir?" Carter asked.
"Area 51 finding out about her and carting her off." Jack and
Carter both winced. End of Chapter Eight of Coma White This story along with all original characters and situations were created
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by
Ryanne
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am..."
Iris
Goo Goo Dolls
By Ryanne
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