Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1, however I do own Draco, Eilyanna, Rohahn, Kynan, Shaakren, and Patrick O'Neill
It was late when a green Ford F-250 pulled up to the 24 hour ATM. The man who jumped out of the vehicle was in a hurry as he jogged up to the machine. He had on a brown cap, jeans, and a heavy grayishcolored jacket. It was late fall and the temperature had started to drop and the leaves turn. Quickly the man filled out the envelope and stuffed the bill inside. He obviously did not want to be there for long, that much was apparent by his body language.
He finished the transaction and made his way to the car, only to discover that in his haste, he had left the keys in the ignition. A round of curses warmed the night air as the man tried to find a way into car. He climbed into the back truck and opened the window, crawling into the small space he was inside the cab of his truck. In perfect line for a shot as well, the sniper sneered down the barrel of his gun, time to earn his pay.
One shot rang out seemingly from nowhere and the man collapsed against the seats, blood seeping from the wound in his back. Satisfied that he was dead the shooter packed up his gear and left the post he had taken three hours earlier. Finally Jack O'Neill was no more. His job was done, now he had to report back with the news and get his payment that he had earned. Five million for one man, and he didn't know why. Other than the fact he was a Major General in the US Air Force. Some solider…
Daniel Jackson was peering intently at an alien artifact brought back by SG-9. It was a perfect sphere with writing on it he had yet to decipher. The lines seemed no more that shapes, but he was certain they were more than that, they had to be. The sphere was emitting a slight EM field so they had to mean something; at least he hoped they did.
The phone in his office rang just as he was about to touch the object. Jumping back startled he almost knocked over a glass statue from yet another planet. Taking a deep breath to calm his pounding heart he picked up the phone.
"Dan Jackson." He said into the receiver.
"General Landry wants to see you in the briefing room." The voice on the other end told him, he recognized it as Sergeant Walter Harriman.
"Thank you, Walter." Daniel put the phone back into the cradle and walked out of his office, wondering what the new General could possibly want him for.
"What?" Daniel could barely hear Colonel Mitchell's words over the ringing in his ears. Jack dead? No, it couldn't be, it just wasn't possible. His best friend, who he hardly got to hear from anymore, was dead. It could not be true, someone must be trying to get at them, to hurt them, bring them down something! Shot he was shot, in his car at the bank in the dead of night. They said the sniper got him from the building across the street judging by the trajectory.
"Dead?" Mitchell stuttered. "Why the hell would someone want to kill General O'Neill?"
"It could have been any number of things." Landry replied. "He did have a habit of making enemies."
"Yeah." Daniel breathed. Then a thought occurred. "Oh god!Has any one told Sam?"
"They have not." Teal'c seemed more troubled by this. "She will not take the news well."
"Oh and we did!" Daniel's question was rhetorical. Everyone else was silent; trying to put the pieces together in their own minds before helping anyone else finish their puzzles.
It was dark where he was, that much he knew, but that was about it. He couldn't see anything from where he was, and couldn't feel the rest of his body either. The last thing that Jack O'Neill could remember was being shot in the back of his truck in Washington DC. That thought brought the feeling back in his limbs and they started to ache, badly.
"Ah!" he groaned softly. Carefully the General stretched out his limbs trying to ease the bad case of pins and needles he seemed to suddenly have devolved. He also noticed that it was light out and he was lying on green grass. The sky overhead was an intense blue, with a few scattered clouds. He was in some sort of clearing because he could see trees out of the corner of his eyes.
Suddenly he heard and animal like snort. Sitting up rather quickly made his head spin, but he ignored it, carefully looking for the maker of the sound he had heard. What he found was not what he had expected. It was a dragon. A pure white Dragon, not one hundred feet from where he currently sat in his blue jeans, white shirt, cap and jacket.
"Okay…" he said softly. "I think I've gone insane."
The dragon cocked its head at him, its golden eyes shining with what he could swear was laughter. Its gold claws and wing tips glinted off the sun, making it look all that more imposing, despite the fact that it was at least twenty feet tall. "No, young one, you are not insane."
O'Neill blinked, then blinked again. It could talk? Was the only thought he could get into some kind of order. Not only was it coming towards him the damn thing could talk! Whoa wait, dragon walking towards you O'Neill move it! He scrambled to his feet just as the thing got to about five feet from him. He gulped and stared up at it, it still looked like it was laughing at him, but he could also see a hint of sadness in its eyes.
Sadness? That's strange, it's a dragon, but why is it looking at me like that? "Uh…" O'Neill stuttered uselessly. "Err…hi…?"
The dragon chuckled lightly. "You need not fear young one, I will not harm you." Jack just stared back at the winged giant wondering what the hell the clerk laced his coffee with.
"Yeah, well, from where I'm standing it sure doesn't look that way." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"I am sure, O'Neill." The dragon smirked at him. Wait smirked! Damn cocky thing! "But I assure you I will cause you no harm."
"You know my name?" Jack gave the dragon a surprised look. "I don't think I can return the favor, buddy."
"Draco." The dragon spoke softly, almost sorrowfully; O'Neill could see the sadness had once again replaced the laughter in the mighty beast's eyes. "I am Draco."
The General swallowed. "Okay, Draco, why am I here, where in the hell is here, and how did you get me here in the first place?"
Lt. Colonel Samantha Carter was in a state of shock. General O'Neill was dead, shot in the back in his truck. She drew in a shaky breath and looked up from her study of the floor. She could see the same emotions mirrored in Daniel's eyes that were in hers as well. Good god! Someone had killed him, he was gone! Dead never to come back! So many regrets flooded her mind, so many things she wished she'd done, things that she should have and things that she would never do.
"Why?" She whispered. "Why would someone do this?"
"There are many reasons Colonel Carter." Teal'c replied stoically. "One of those being O'Neill's recent promotion to head of Home World Security."
"He got to powerful to control." Jackson thought aloud. "Whoever killed him wanted him dead because they couldn't manipulate him anymore."
"But the question still remains." Mitchell supplied. "Who?"
"Indeed."
"The answer to your first question is simple, you would be dead if I hadn't." Draco stated the fact as if he was giving a lecture, it was obvious that fact bothered him, deeply, and O'Neill wondered why. Why was he so important to this…dragon? "To answer your second question we are in another dimension. How I brought you here was quiet simple, I connected to your mind and brought you with me when I shifted back to my home dimension, where we are now."
General O'Neill looked up at the white beast in a state of semi-confusion. "You can go from dimension to dimension?" He peered up at the dragon questioningly, the beast nodded. "Okay…why me? Why did you save me?"
"You are important, young pup." Draco said carefully. "Too important to Eilyanna and I to die."
"Eilyanna?" O'Neill questioned. "Who is she?"
"My mate." Draco replied, his expression guarded. "There is much you have to learn, come." Dragon began to walk away; O'Neill stared dumbly at his retreating back. Then he ran to catch up not wanting to be left behind in a strange place he knew nothing about. What in the world did he have to learn that these Dragons could teach him?
Well, this is the first chapter, tell me what ya think! If ya hate it then I won't post anymore chapters, if ya like it then I will. However when I run out of stuff that I have alread written the next chapter will be a long time coming...just a fair warning...