A/N: Hi here is a new Jonas fanfic. No one writes enough about him, but then again I am a die hard fan. So sue me. Anyway this prologue starts off after meridian but between redemption. This story will take place over the course of Season six and seven. So read on.
Prologue: Part of me -Worthy
The guard opened the door, numbly Jonas obediently walked into the room. Turning his head in time to be greeted with the door shutting behind him. The alien scanned the area, a bed, a lamp, night stand and a small dresser. not that he had anything to put in it.
He subconsciously rubbed his hands together as he made his way over to the bed. He was too anxious to sleep and too paranoid to relax, he just betrayed all he knew turned his back on his people. For what? For the slim chance that he may make a difference to another world he was just introduced too? That was plain delusional. Either way he looked at it he was damned on both sides.
Dr. Jackson had died. If a heart could drop faster or the sting of fear fall harder it would be at those three words. The uncertainty was killing him would he be executed in the good man's place or sent back to his world to be imprisoned and worse…
Jonas continued to pace the floor seventy two hours, 45 minutes, and 17 seconds since the fatal accident. Two newly painted walls, one wallpaper and the other in progress. Estimate twenty thousand fibres in the rug, a denser wood for the bed not sure what kind. Twenty five wattage light bulb in lamp cracked floor trim cement ceiling with a water stain in the right far corner from the door. Ten and a half steps to cross the space of the room; in the last two hours he's paced five hundred and thirty five. The guard outside the door relieved his post 15 minutes ago.
Suddenly a sharp beep sounded followed by a loud click. The door opened causing the kelownan to stop his pace at five hundred and forty three. The bald general stepped forward Jonas quickly remembered that his name was G. Hammond beside him was a petite woman brown hair someone he hadn't seen before. She wore a white coat, a clip board tucked in her right arm while the other rested at her side. Jonas straightened swallowing hard hoping that they didn't notice.
"Mr. Quinn. sorry for the wait I assume your needs have been met." Hammond stated
Jonas nodded his eyes flicking over to the woman. Sensing the kelwonan's uneasiness the general put his arm out.
"This Dr. Frasier. She is our acting physician on the base."
Janet stepped forward planting a soft smile on her lips but Jonas saw that it was both strained and remorseful. Frasier…yes he'd heard that name before she was with… Jonas cast his eyes to the floor honing in on a ripped section of the carpet.
Janet stepped forward. "I want to examine you. You have been exposed to a great amount of stress and Naquaria radiation. It concerns me that you have been left unattended for so long."
Jonas lifted his eyes confusion in his green eyes. Concern…the last thing he expected to be exposed to from the people here was concern. He stiffened slightly as she came forward holding out her hand.
"Come with me…. She turned to her commanding officer… "It will take sometime I will have a report to you as soon as I can."
"Very good doctor. Mr. Quinn." he bid before leaving the room.
Jonas followed the doctor quietly passing many personal who met him with silent accusation as they passed by. Janet's heels clicked against the hard floor as they rounded the corner he felt more and more nervous, examine…for how long? Was it painful? Maybe he should have stayed in the room at least there he knew he was somewhat safe from the unknown.
Jonas caught sight of the short haired blond coming toward them. Carter…Samantha Carter her rank was major. Keep walking don't make eye contact. Naturally the two human's stopped making small talk everyone fully aware of the awkwardness that hung above them like an anvil. Jonas took note of the slight puffiness under her eyes and the red tint around her blue orbs. She'd obviously been crying but her demeanour held strong and unwavering. This was torture so much he wanted to express what was churning inside of him to let her know how sorry he was. However the more he dwelled on it the more he realized that saying sorry didn't cut it not in a long shot.
He watched from the corner of his eye as Janet placed a comforting hand on Sam's forearm before resuming her course to where ever she was leading him. Jonas caught the slight disapproval from the other woman as he passed but he continued to fall into step a little behind the doctor.
How could he make it up to these people? To make them see that he wasn't the monster they thought he was. He needed thi not for himself but for them. Janet stopped in front of the elevator inwardly sighing Jonas didn't miss that either the way her shoulders went down and how she vaguely titled her neck. Finally the doors opened stepping side he marvelled at the technical properties of this small invention. So simple yet so advanced it was incredible it was like stepping out of time. Amazing.
The elevator halted on it's designated floor as the door opened Jonas blood ran stock still as he was met face to face with…Colonel O'Neill. The leader of the off world team he was caught in throws of flight or passing out, this man was the last person he wanted to see.
"Colonel." Janet greeted as she stepped out.
Jack barely nodded to busy giving the cold shoulder to the alien to utter a word. Jonas eyes briefly locked on to Jack's and immediately regretted it as he saw the harsh anger pooling in there. The colonel pressed the button sealing off any more contact with Jonas.
Janet once more walked, two more corner's later Jonas found himself standing in what looked to be a make shift hospital.
Deep down he knew that he would never be able to leave but hr couldn't just lay back and watch what would happen. However, the more and more he came to terms with it the more he realized he would never belong.
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