Warning this Story contains spoilers for - Children of the Gods, The Game Keeper, Need, Holiday, Upgrades, Forever in a Day, The First Ones, The Curse, Ascension, Right of Passage, Meridian, Abyss, Full Circle and Nearly all of Season Seven onwards.

I do not own anything from the Stargate World, however original Characters are mine.

Story starts off during Fallen (7X01) Video Trailer available ~ link on profile

Prologue

The comforting warmth that surrounded him, protected him and gave him life, suddenly switched to harsh ear splitting screams and hot unfriendly air.

Blinking, the baby open his crystalline blue eyes for the first time and looked into the eyes of a woman. Her brow was moist with sweat and furrowed. Pain burned behind her hooded eyes and tear stains tracked down her pale cheeks.

Yet she gazed at him with a look of such intense overpowering love that she seemed to glow, even in the dim light. She strained to hold her arms out to him, but even as she did he was pulled away from her.

No!

Why would he be taken from her?

He wanted to go back! He wanted to feel what it was like to be held in the arms of that woman who clearly already loved him so entirely. He was afraid. He wanted and needed her warmth and comfort.

The baby let out a fearful cry.

He was laid on a cold, hard surface. His cries ignored. There he felt his first experience of pain as thousands of years of monstrous memories and knowledge were forced into his newborn mind.

Now he understood.

He understood everything.

He knew that the woman was his mother and he knew why he had been taken from her. He saw what was planned for his future and tears ran down the sides of his face as he was overcome with terror. In the memories, he saw his father for the first time, through the eyes of another. 'If you know who I am then you know I can wipe you from existence.' his father had said. His father wished to save the lives that the other wanted to destroy. His father was brave and just, but the feelings he got through the memory were ones of bright, violence and hatred. He wished to destroy everyone and everything.

That wasn't right!

These thoughts were not his own.

He focused on the one image that he knew to be true: His mother.

He screamed so loud that his cries were silent as he was injected. He knew that there would now be millions of Nanites purging his tiny body, manipulating his cells. Shortening his free life and stealing his youth. He knew that when they had completed their job, his life was as good as over. He tried to beg, plead for his life. But his throat and voice box were still too young to form the words that he needed.

Such a short time after his birth and already time was running out on him.

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