Four Moons
SG-1/Btvs
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Spoilers through BtVS episode Chosen and SG-1 episode Fallen.
Extremely Alternate Universe.
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A huge metal ring, symbols carved along it's surface, glowed eerily blue with energy crackling and shimmering in it's center / a tall bald man with a hideously misshapen face emerged from a pool of blood.
The men were silent, somber. They crept down the dry lakebed with deadly purpose. They gripped the weapons that they carried tightly, edging toward the bright circle of light slowly forming in the bottom of the dusty red rock.
Behind them, a man in chains chanted, sweat pouring from him like rivers once poured through the parched riverbeds underneath their feet. He eyed the cracked earth, phrases creating purple and silver tendrils that slowly spun counterclockwise, light bending into a whirlpool.
The gun at his head never wavered.
Neither did he.
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A huge metal ring, symbols carved along it's surface, glowed eerily blue with energy crackling and shimmering in it's center / a tall bald man with a hideously misshapen face emerged from a pool of blood / a huge red beast carried a fatigue-clad blond woman in its arms, moving through an underground cave / unfamiliar hands splashed water from an unfamiliar face, reflected in an unfamiliar mirror / a blond man screamed as light poured through him, illuminating a pit crawling with creatures / four moons circled a lemon yellow sun
"Mmmph, mnghrp?"
"We have to go to LA."
"MMMmmmphidea what time."
"I don't care. We have to go to LA."
The tone of her voice penetrated. Suddenly wide awake, he reached for his glasses.
"Are you sure?"
She gave a bitter laugh.
"Oh yeah." She looked out over the Seine with regret.
"Believe me. I'm sure."
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A huge metal ring, symbols carved along it's surface, glowed eerily blue with energy crackling and shimmering in it's center / a tall bald man with a hideously misshapen face emerged from a pool of blood / a huge red beast carried a fatigue-clad blond woman in its arms, moving through an underground cave / unfamiliar hands splashed water from an unfamiliar face, reflected in an unfamiliar mirror / a blond man screamed as light poured through him, illuminating a pit crawling with creatures / four moons circled a lemon yellow sun / faces peered frozen out of a pocket of timeless energy / the inside of a coffin / falling through the sky / the red beast chanting over a fire that glowed with blue flamesits eyes looked upa clawed hand reached out, calling
Daniel Jackson sat bolt upright in bed, gasping and sweating. For a moment he had the crazy sensation that he was in the wrong bed, in someone else's house; all his familiar objects rendered strange and alien. The dark in his bedroom was flat and hard. It surrounded him and he was afraid.
The moment passed and he was himself again, soaking wet and exhausted. The peal of the telephone was a welcome intrusion, forcing him to focus. He shook off the weight of the dream and groped for his glasses, swearing at nothing for the sake of hearing sound. He settled another piece of normalcy on the bridge of his nose and answered his cell phone, fumbling with the tiny buttons.
"Daniel?" Jack's voice was harshly familiar, comforting in its jagged and rough cadence. "We've got a situation."
"Be right there." He hung up. For a moment, fear gripped him, a clawed hand reaching out
He shook it off and pulled himself out of bed.
Jack needed him.