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Siren Song Jaimie Duncan & Holly Scott An original publication of Fandemonium Ltd, produced under license from MGM Consumer Products. Fandemonium Books PO Box 795A Surbiton Surrey KT5 8YB United Kingdom Visit our website: www.stargatenovels.com © 2011 Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. All Rights Reserved.br/> Photography and cover art: Copyright ©1997-2011 MGM Television Entertainment Inc./ MGM Global Holdings Inc. All Rights Reserved. METRO-GOLDWYN-MAYER Presents RICHARD DEAN ANDERSON In STARGATE SG-1™ AMANDA TAPPING CHRISTOPHER JUDGE and MICHAEL SHANKS as Daniel Jackson Executive Producers ROBERT C. COOPER BRAD WRIGHT MICHAEL GREENBURG RICHARD DEAN ANDERSON Developed for Television by BRAD WRIGHT & JONATHAN GLASSNER STARGATE SG-1 © 1997-2011 MGM Television Entertainment Inc./MGM Global Holdings Inc. STARGATE: SG-1 is a trademark of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc. All rights reserved. WWW.MGM.COM No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written consent of the publisher. Any person who does any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages. For our mothers Jaimie and Holly would like to thank: Katie and MLHull for their valuable insight and suggestions; Lori Goldman for offering encouragement at a critical time; Sally Malcolm and Tom Reeve at Fandemonium Books for giving us the opportunity to publish the book; and Sabine Bauer for her assistance during the editing process. Special thanks to our fellow Stargate fans (especially the LJ crew), who share our love of the show and the team, and who have brought us both so much joy over the last few years. CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 CHAPTER ONE Colonel Jack O‘Neill staked out his vantage point beside the meeting hall and eased down onto a strategically located bench. The village nearest P43-912‘s Stargate was pretty enough, with lots of tidy homes and flower gardens, and friendly folks everywhere. So far, this had been a completely uneventful mission: meet, greet, smile, exchange pleasantries, ignore the Relosians‘ awed and frightened stares at Teal‘c, send Major Samantha Carter off in search of valuable things like trinium and technology, and let Dr. Daniel Jackson get busy with the negotiating. In fact, it was always like this lately. A new planet, peaceful exploration, mundane trade stuff, and then SG-1 was on its way to the next mission. It was all so…routine. Which explained why Jack was bored out of his skull. This struck him as being pretty ironic, given the fact that many times in the past year, he‘d wanted nothing more than a few hours of down time for a hot shower and a nap. But even so, a spectacularly loud explosion or a few firing matches with Jaffa wouldn‘t be completely unwelcome. There were days he didn‘t mind the slow pace— days when they sat around drinking homemade barley wine, eating stews full of unidentified meat and vegetables, and accepting the gratitude of people they‘d actually been able to help. On those days, Jack could forget that everything had changed around him while he was standing still and that his equilibrium was not yet restored. Daniel‘s return from the ascended state had removed that awkward off-kilter feeling he‘d had the entire time Jonas had been with them, and now they were finding their old rhythm again as a team. The thought made Jack smile; their rhythm was a combination of staccato call- and-response, with a dash of shout-and-pointed-silence. It worked for them. The missions were coming faster now that Daniel was back to his old self— almost at the pace of the second year the team had been together, after they‘d figured out enough destinations to keep everyone busy and still have some left over. Jack reminded himself that he had the universe for a workplace. A little boredom was a small price to pay for that. ―Sir, there‘s enough trinium here to justify setting up a mining operation. Not a huge amount, but my preliminary guess would be two deposits, maybe three.‖ Carter sat down on the bench next to him and handed him a hunk of unrefined ore. Her face was smeared with dirt, as though she‘d been down there clawing it up with her own hands. He wouldn‘t put it past her. ―It‘s a quality vein, extending about one mile beneath the surface.‖ Jack took the rock and tossed it in the air a few times, like a lumpy baseball. It was so light it might as well have been hollow. ―Daniel thinks they‘ll give this to us for free.‖ ―Really?‖ Carter snatched the rock mid-toss and began waving a scanner over it. ―Maybe they‘ve got no use for it.‖ ―Or any interest in why it‘s useful to us.‖ Jack tilted his head and watched Daniel in animated conversation with two of the Relosians, whose purple robes shimmered in the sunlight. They were wearing some of the craziest headgear Jack had ever seen, puffy red towers with rows of shiny beads dangling off the ends. Daniel accepted yet another ceremonial cup full of what passed for beer in the village. It wasn‘t bad stuff, although it made Jack‘s eyeballs burn whenever he inhaled too close to the cup. ―Doesn‘t that seem odd?‖ ―Not really. They‘re pre-industrial, so it wouldn‘t occur to them that we plan to make weapons with this.‖ ―Lucky us.‖ Jack flipped open his chronometer and glanced at the time. Teal‘c had left for the ‗gate to report in to Hammond half an hour ago, and it was less than a ten minute walk. ―Carter, did you pass Teal‘c on your way in from the quarry?‖ ―No, sir.‖ She stopped fiddling with the rock. Wrapping his fingers around the watch, Jack tapped the wristband a couple of times. He had seven years of experience with this team, and Teal‘c always reported back to him when he returned from completing a task. Unless something was wrong. Jack keyed the radio. ―Teal‘c.‖ A short burst of static, then silence. ―Teal‘c, do you read me?‖ After a moment, he nodded to Carter, who gave it a try on her own radio. Still nothing. Jack straightened and shifted the weight of his vest around, to make it sit more comfortably on his shoulders. ―I‘m going to take a walk,‖ he said quietly. ―Stay here with Daniel.‖ ―You think something has happened to Teal‘c?‖ He looked out toward the forest, then back at the cluster of huts near the center of the village. ―Just keep an eye out.‖ ―Yes, sir,‖ she answered, as one hand came up to cover her P90. Jack rose from the bench and moved off toward Daniel, who was surrounded by a group of elders and two pretty young women serving drinks. They were still talking. Amazingly, Daniel never seemed to run out of alien conversation starters. Sometimes Jack could barely think of subjects for small talk with people of his own planet; he supposed Daniel‘s fluency was a gift. Or a curse, for the person on the receiving end of all that curiosity. ―Jack!‖ Daniel gestured to the Relosians, some kind of interstellar sign language for ‗hang on a second,‘ and said, ―I‘ve made some progress. They want to trade us for these beans.‖ ―Beans?‖ Jack looked down at the shriveled grey things Daniel was holding in the palm of his hand. ―Not just any beans, Jack.‖ Daniel curled his hand closed to protect his prize. ―These are sacred ancestral beans, handed down by their forefathers. Each year at planting, these are buried in the first row plowed.‖ ―And then a beanstalk grows, and they live happily ever after.‖ Daniel narrowed his eyes. ―Jack, be serious. They are offering these to us as a gesture of lasting friendship.‖ ―Right,‖ Jack said. ―Of course they are.‖ He fluttered three fingers at the Relosians, a halfhearted ‗be right with you‘ wave. They nodded their approval and turned to each other, their conversation escalating in a wave of excited chatter as their red-beaded hats clattered with movement. ―Wrap it up, then.‖ ―There‘s still some points to work out, and I don‘t—‖ ―SG-9 can do the detail work, like always.‖ Daniel nodded, though a troubled frown briefly appeared on his face. Jack knew this was one of those moments— the missing details of Daniel‘s life that were hiding in the cracks of his post-descension memory, rising to the surface one by one. SG-9 would come in to clean up the offworld bargains and treaties; as a member of Stargate Command‘s flagship team, Daniel wouldn‘t have the time to spend weeks hammering out interstellar trade agreements. Now that he‘d been reminded, he wouldn‘t forget again. Jack was never sure whether these kinds of details were recovered memories or something learned all over again. It didn‘t really matter, since Daniel was a quick learner. ―Start packing,‖ he said, watching as Carter took up a position near the head of the trail. Without waiting for Daniel to pepper him with questions, Jack turned and set out toward the valley path.

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