An Ancients Wrath

By Abby Ebon

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Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1 or Atlantis: The Lost Empire, below is the timeline of events.

1882 – alleged birth year of Milo James Thatch

1890: Milo Young de-aged (8) and sent back in time to be adopted by Thaddeus Thatch as Milo James Thatch

1914: Milo discovers the Shepherd's Journal, meets and marries Kidagakash "Kida" Nedakh an Ancient of Atlantis's royal family. (32)

1929 "Stargate: Continuum": alt. Cameron Mitchell stranded in timeline

1965: Daniel Jackson born

1980: Milo Young born

2002, S5E21-22: "Meridian"/ "Revelations": Daniel (37) ascended with Oma Desala's aide; Milo Young (22) meets SG-1 /and again at 120

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"You will be King of Atlantis after me Daniel Jackson."

Daniel shook his head, disbelieving what he had just heard Milo say.

Jack choked, not quite daring to laugh. Sam sat back in her chair wide eyed. General Hammond frowned at Milo and Dr. Ringla both, not sure what to make of such a blunt announcement. Teal'c looked at both, neither looked like what they had said was any kind of joke, despite how doubtful the rest looked to have taken the words.

"Do you mean Daniel Jackson is to take your place?" Teal'c asks him, while the rest can't seem to find their tongues.

"Yes, that is it precisely." Dr. Ringla drawls, her eyes rolling over the group.

"What do the people of Atlantis have to say about that? What about Queen Kidagakash Nedakh?" Daniel rushes to say, as if to make up for his lack of words just moments ago.

"The Queen will not live without her husband at her side; she has lived for almost nine thousand years, and if she wishes, has earned her right to Ascension with him." Ringla kept her head down so they would not read her thoughts, she did not see Milo smile, but she did hear his words whispering in her mind.

'You need not guard yourself too well, get to know them, you may like them. I do.' Ringla's gaze turned to regard him, understanding his thoughts, both what she had heard him say and what remained unspoken.

'I will try.' It was her promise, for she had her whole life to do it in. Daniel Jackson would not rule their people alone; he would have her to turn to when he needed to.

"The Heart of Atlantis would take my children with Kida, take them and use them, kill them to keep Atlantis safe." Milo fingered his crystal, his memory going back to what he had seen joined to Kida's mind, of her mother being taken over – and his own sight of Kida claimed by the Heart of Atlantis. He had thought he would lose her right before his eyes, he had never wanted to save someone as much as her. It was how he had known he loved her, and would not spend a day of his life without her in it.

Milo felt Kida's mind touch his, soothing and welcoming and loving.

"We trust you, Daniel, to keep our people, our children, safe." His eyes were full of that soft silver blue glow, and he did not see General Hammond tense or the rest of SG-1 tense in their seats at the sight of that strange power. Milo and Kida looked at Daniel Jackson, had eyes only for his responses.

"You put too much trust in me, what if…what if I do it all wrong?" Daniel looked to Ringla, imploring.

"You won't, nor will you do your work as King alone. I and my brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, cousins and nephews and nieces will help you. We are many, together we are strong – we won't let you fail and fall alone." Ringla smiled her reassurance, and glanced to Milo who waited and watched.

"If you believe I can do this Milo…" Daniel faltered, hands on the desk tensed into fists. He felt the power roll over them like waves.

"I absolutely do." Milo had never sounded surer, and Daniel was grateful to hear it.

"I will do it; I'll do my very best." He felt the power touch at him, playing with his senses, but he kept his eyes upon Milo's own. He flinched when Milo took the crystal off from its chain around his neck, offering it just within Daniel's reach.

He knew if he took it he would be King of Atlantis, and Milo and Kida would die. It wasn't fair, he wanted to get know them, to take the time to befriend him – and her - all over again. It had been a fascinating life they had lived, and he wanted to hear all about it.

"Never have I known you to do less than your best." Milo told him, as he opened Daniel's hand and put the crystal in it, closing Daniel's fingers over it.

The soft silver blue light burned Daniel's eyes until he had to close them.

When he opened his eyes, his blurred vision showed him no sight of Milo.

Ringla took a shuddering breath, a sob, her hands cradlings her own crystal. She met Daniel's eyes. For the first time he saw that they were the same color as Milo's.

"I...I'm sorry." There weren't words to say what he felt, the rolling of waves as he sat in despair, full of longing and pain in a storm where rain, lightning, and thunder was the beating of hearts, tears and souls, all reaching and touching, sharing the pain of this loss with him, within him.

"I know, Daniel Jackson, we know." She bowed her head, took a shuddering breath, and stood offering her hand in a gesture of greeting and peace.

"Come, you will want to see the city." Daniel looked to his friends who had become closer than family. Sam shakily smiled, Jack met his eyes and slowly nodded, General Hammond watched Daniel with a wary respect – as if he did not know what to expect, but expected great things. Daniel only hoped he lived up to them.

Teal'c smiled and when Daniel stood, Jack and Sam did too, he knew without asking that they wouldn't leave him to do this alone. Ringla looked over them all foul with a small smile, as if she expected no less. He took her offered hand.

"We will - we wouldn't want to miss it."

Daniel understood the unspoken gift that Ringla had known this to be when Milo came with his offer.

Daniel would never again know a painful death, the Heart of Atlantis and its people would not allow it.

Milo Thatch stood at his wife's side, as she embraced her mother the Ascended woman Daniel Jackson had known as Oma Desala, whom Milo had never known the name of, but recognized later in life. Never had Kida forgotten what she looked like.

Kashekim Nedakh clasped his hands; the two of them were now young and strong.

"There is much work to be done." Kashekim acknowledged in his welcome.

"Good." Milo turned his gaze to where they were needed, not wanted or allowed, but needed none the less.

There was burning where there should not be.

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Note: this is a very old story, its published date was in early '06, but near seven years later I'm posting the last of this story. I loved it, for all its many flaws. It isn't one of my best; it's one of my earliest ones and I admit I struggled with it, learned from it - I lost where I wanted to go with it, for a while, who Milo was and was not; what the show told us changed too, sometimes I feared it would never be finished, I would never find "the end" but I did.

This is it, because endings are beginnings too.

Thank you for reading and reviewing, but mostly for reading and waiting.