Tarnished Heroes Chapter Seventeen Everybody falls Thursday Evening Mom slept in her bed Monday night, Tuesday she fell asleep in her attic and last night when he came downstairs for a late night snack he found her sleeping on the couch in the living room. Mom always hated the cold empty bed his father left behind when he went away. Nick tossed a blanket over her and went out to her car and the glove box. Her emergency stash depleted. It was completely full the night before, little baggie of weed, little metal pipe and little silver flask full of Jack & Danny. Tonight most of the weed was gone and there was only a small swallow left in the flask. Back inside and up the stairs, Nick stopped in his parents’ bedroom before continuing to his own. Monday there were 7 little pills in the gold box. Today there were three. After her visit from the Colorado State Police, Calla didn’t open her gallery again. It was closed all week and as far as she could see, she didn’t have any plans of re-opening in the near future. It was Thursday night that he chose to present his plan to her. It was after dinner and Colleen was holed up in her room going over her calculus homework. “I’ve been thinking, Mom.” Nicholas began quietly while they cleared the dinner dishes. “You know I could go to New York with you tomorrow and still get back here for the game on Saturday. Piece o cake.” He looked down and smiled that All-American grin at her. “It’s no problem.” Nicholas reassured her. “I don’t want Colleen to be alone.” Calla said as she scraped the food into the trash can and brought the plates over to the dishwasher. “Thank you for your offer,” she had to stand on her tiptoes just to get her hand on his shoulder, Nicholas knew what the gesture meant and he bent to her will. Calla kissed his cheek. “I think I should go.” He protested lightly. “It’s a big city and all, you don’t know your way around very well.” “And you do?” “Well,” he brightened, “that’s another good point, I’ve never been to New York City, and maybe I’d like to see it.” He offered. “Did you think of that?” No, she hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps he should have the chance to go to such a big city, wander around, and see what he could see while he was very young and very handsome. “Do you think she’d mind terribly if I stole you away just for a day?” “Nah, I think she’d be glad to be rid of both of us…just for a day.” He recovered. Maybe she would. “I’ll talk to her about it.” Calla said as she put the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. “If she agrees then, yes, I’d like to have your company.” “Ok, mom.” Nicholas already knew that his sister would agree. No sweat. So far, everything was A-Okay. Mom didn’t have to go to the college tomorrow before they left and Coley was going to see to it that the phone was busy until then. Their Mother wouldn’t see the photographs—not the ones in the envelope or on the damn Internet--and the major gossip would have subsided by the time they returned on Sunday. Most of the catastrophe, so far, was being nicely averted thanks to the skill of two teenagers. Behind them, the phone rang and Calla jumped. It had been ringing a lot over the last few days. They’d all taken to letting the machine pick it up or checking the caller-id before answering. “Mom!” Colleen called down as the phone continued to ring. “It’s that Hartley guy again!” Oh for crying out loud! Hartley had left four messages in 36 hours. What did it take to get through to the man? Why couldn’t he understand he was being ignored? Thick-headed Brit. “I’ll get it,” she called back. Nick had just been finishing up his chores and was about to go down to the basement and lift for a while but decided to stop and have a glass of milk in the kitchen first and discreetly listen to his Mother’s end of the conversation. Deep breath. Pick it up. Ok, yes, that’s right. “Hello.” Calla wrapped the phone cord around her finger. “I’m very sorry Mr. Hartley I have been meaning to return your calls but I’ve been very busy.” She explained with a worried brow. He sounded angry, upset at the very least. “Yes, Andy, I do understand how important and how…how big…this could be, but, well, I just don’t think…..” she stopped while he talked. “Well you see the thing is…” Mom was going to cave. Nick drank down the last of the milk in the glass and waited for it. “Well, I really don’t think there’ll be enough time….” She stammered. “The scheduled is very tight perhaps we could this some other time?” Calla rolled her eyes while she wrapped the phone cord tighter around her finger. “Yes….I suppose…perhaps.” Turning around from his place at the kitchen table to look at her talking on the phone he watched his mother hang her head. If David were there, he would have called the shot by saying Dat’s Mama Cass. “All right then, yes, Saturday evening. I’ll see you then.” Calla hung up the phone and stomped her foot on the ground. “Damn!” “Everything ok, ma?” Nick asked and walked into the small hallway. “Just bloody fine,” she mimicked a strong British accent and tossed her head. “How do I get talked into these things?” Nick just shook his dark while he gazed down at her. “I dunno, ma.” Thursday Evening Off World Lord Bacchus fell into a lustful drunken stupor after departing the company of SG-1 on Wednesday evening. He sobered up to an extent during the day on Thursday. He had many questions about Earth and his family. Bacchus was saddened to hear of the death of his Father, Zeus and that of almost all of the other Olympians save Hades, Ares, Poseidon and Callestah. To Daniel he seemed most amazed at the fact that Calla had not borne even one of her male relatives as much as one offspring. Daniel reached for something with which to offer some hope to the hung-over God. “We have two children.” Daniel reminded him. “Half-breeds!” Bacchus railed and stood up roughly. “Mud Bloods!” His tone grew more disgusting as he began to pace around his throne room. Today Lord Bacchus had yet to engage in sex since rising and was dressed in a pair of linen slacks but nothing else. His was bare foot and bare chested. “I suppose the girl might be of some use.” Daniel took instant offense at the tone of his voice. “Use?” No one was going to use his daughter especially not in the context Lord Bacchus meant it. “Your daughter is not a full-blooded Olympian her chances of having such off-spring are minimal at best.” Bacchus sniffed in a breath through his nose and then hawked out a wad of spit the size of your average Tupperware container lid. “Unless you were one of the First, like Cronos and Zeus, Godhood is passed down through the Mother.” Lord Bacchus—a Half-Breed Mud-Blood himself-- was the son of Zeus and Semele, a Mortal woman Zeus fancied. That made him Ares’ half-brother. The story went thusly; Semele fell in love with Zeus and him with her. When Hera found out she was, as usual, enraged by her husband’s infidelity and his audacity to have a child with the Mortal bitch. Meaning to have the woman killed but not willing to risk Zeus’ wrath and do it herself, Hera tricked Semele by telling her that if Zeus really loved her he would come to her in all his Godly Regal Glory if she but asked him to do so. If Zeus did, Hera promised she would leave him and Zeus would belong to Semele. Loving her the way he did, Zeus had no choice but to grant Semele’s wish though it weighed heavy on his heart to do so, he came to her in all of his Godly Splendor. A Mortal should never gaze upon a God in such a state, Hera and Zeus knew this. Before Semele could even comprehend how beautiful her lover was, she turned to ash before his eyes and blew away with the wind. The Great God Zeus picked up his infant son Bacchus and brought him to Nymphs to raise and care for. “Zeus forbade the Goddess’ to ever bare Ares a daughter but I see Aphrodite went against Zeus’ wishes.” Lord Bacchus was thinking aloud more than anything else. “When I left Ares had thousands of sons, some had certain talents, that’s true but they were all deficient if not outright insane.” In all his naked splendor, he turned to look at Daniel. “Since Callestah is here, why does she not fulfill her duty? Even if they are Ares’ children, it’s better than nothing at all. Do you keep her from this?” Jack and Sam were off exploring the city, they seemed caught up in its atmosphere of fun and drink and Teal’c wasn’t much better. It was just Daniel and Bacchus in the throne room. “Callestah can’t have anymore children, she was badly injured.” Daniel explained. “It must have been some catastrophic accident to leave her this way. What about before?” Daniel gave an extremely abbreviated version of the events of the Life of Lady Callestah and of the children sired and killed by Kanan. At the end of the tale, Bacchus hung his head. “So I see this is the end for us, we Olympians.” He intoned thoughtfully. “We will flicker out like a candle in the wind. Ares’ pride has cost Us Our future.” Daniel wasn’t altogether sure what he meant by that. There was a great degree of hurt pride when Ares initially dropped Calla off with Kanan but his not coming back for her hadn’t been his fault. If he didn’t believe anything else that Ares ever said, Daniel did believe Ares would have gone back for Calla as soon as he’d taken care of Eros but that wasn’t how things turned out. Even though he knew Calla wanted more children and she thought he should have more—many more—still to him, this was a good thing. When she became barren, Ares’ lust subsided. The ultimate goal taken away forever all he had left was the act and he’d weighed the pros and cons of that for years. To Daniel’s utter amazement and knowledge, he’d never crossed that line. “Why are you here? Why is Medea here?” Above the echoing sound of the huge gold gong sounded five times. He didn’t need an interpreter it was time to party down. Lord Bacchus invited him to join them. On their way back through the tunnels and up to the surface, he answered Daniel. “I left Earth almost fifteen hundred years ago as did others. There was nothing left for us there. The One God religion came and swept over the land like a black plague sickening or devouring everything in its path.. My followers and I came through the Great Eye to this world. Medea was exiled here some time after bringing with her the Hydra who guards Medea’s mote and the Cyclops who guards the woods around her abode. It’s a dangerous place.” Bacchus warned as they emerged into the fading sunlight. “Yet we thrive. Tomorrow the Blood Moon will rise full and Medea will prowl another week or more when she is done you can leave until then its best if you stay here. She will not hesitate to kill you and suck the marrow from your bones. That is if she doesn’t smell what I did first and then she’ll just torture you to death until you’ve revealed every last detail.” Below the massive granite steps, the people were gathering once more. Most of them were still dressed but Daniel imaged that would change as the sun went down. “Until then, eat, drink! Join us!” Bacchus invited with a hearty slap on Daniel’s back. Stripping off the linen slacks, he descended the steps to his outdoor throne and the wine and women waiting for him there. “We have weapons,” Daniel said. “We can defend ourselves against Medea on our way back to the Gate.” Lord Bacchus gave a very small smile and nodded his head while settling himself upon the throne. “I see your weapon. Draw it.” He invited. “Shoot at the crowd below.” Bacchus dared. “I’m not going to fire on a bunch of unarmed naked people.” Daniel protested. “Have it your way.” Bacchus reached out quickly and snatched the handgun from Daniel’s thigh. “Like this?” He pointed it at the people and pulled the trigger but it wouldn’t discharge. Turning the gun repeatedly in his large hand he flicked the safety and fired it again. This time the hammer went all the way back but only a small cracking sound came from the gun and the bullet dropped to the stone like a premature load of cum. “Only magick works here.” Lord Bacchus handed the gun back. “Your Jaffa’s staff weapon won’t work either. None of you appears to have any extraordinary powers other than your extended youth. Therefore, you see it really is better if you stay with me. I see your friends have no qualms about joining in.” Lord Bacchus took down the entire contents of the large gold chalice in his hand and held it out for refilling. On the green below them where the people were gathering Jack and Sam were dancing to the deep beat of some unseen drum and drinking heartily of the wine Bacchus offered. Teal’c caught the attention of several women—and a few men—he was sandwiched between two females dancing, laughing and imbibing in alcohol that he normally never drank. From nowhere there was a chalice in Daniel’s hand. “Drink!” Lord Bacchus commanded in a strong but happily tipsy voice. “Dance! Join us!” “I have a wife.” Daniel stammered in a soft voice as he gazed from his friends to the wine in his hand. “Lady Callestah will understand.” Bacchus said as though it were a given. Lady Callestah might well understand but Calla, she was another story. Bacchus leaned in toward him while the women knelt before him. “She need never know.” He coaxed softly as his eyes closed. Right there in front of him, two beautiful and completely naked women began taking turns sucking on the hard shaft of their Lord. “Drink!” Well maybe one sip wouldn’t hurt. Daniel raised the cup to his lips. Like last night, it was very sweet and fruity. It made you want more. The night descended and the fever grew. Daniel drank more than he intended to. Much more. End of Chapter Seventeen of
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
In small degrees
Everybody falls
In small degrees
It’s gravity
Gravity
Josh Joplin Group
Planet Earth
Greenbrier, Colorado
Nicholas’ plan went pretty much as he wanted it too. His mother was very good and well put together until today when under the mounting pressure of the impending trip and release of her photographs on the Internet, the absence of his father and that of a ready supply of her little calm-me-downs—not to mention the murders of Tom Dyer and Antwone Booker--she started to show signs of cracking. 
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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