Balance of Power
Authors notes: How to read this - this is four separate moments (reflections) during the series in which the balance of power was or soon would tilt to one side. I thought of the word balance, and the character, and then went with it. This is the result. Hope you enjoy it.
Gripping each other's shoulders in a show of mutual respect, Teal'c and Bra'tac proudly looked out over the thousands upon thousands of Jaffa cheering below, all celebrating their freedom from the oppressive Goa'uld. It was a good day. The Gou'ald were now no longer seen as gods but as a defeatable enemy. Now, their downfall by Free-Jaffa was only a matter of time.
Pete wasn't bad for me and before that there'd been a time when I thought I should never be in love. After losing Martouf twice, and then Nerim, I thought it was my fate to walk through life alone. Dad's gone and Mark and his family would be fine without me for a while. Maybe a little travel is just what I need. Yeah, Sam, but to another galaxy? It's not like its anything new; it's just another door to this wildly exciting life I live. If I decide to take the offer and go to Atlantis, I wonder what fate has planned for me?
Too many times had he been witness to how much power those close to the President held over the SGC. General Hammond had lost his position, but with the assistance of Maybourne, he'd got it back in spades. The price was high as it had also put Kinsey in a higher position of power. That always made him cringe. In just the short time he'd been base commander, he'd come to realize firsthand what the General had had to deal with day in and day out. Now, he'd been given another opportunity. He wasn't sure he wanted it. Jack sipped his beer. He'd had Davis in his pocket when they'd needed to push the President to their side of thinking. There were also the friends he and George had made through the years that could be called on to bend the President's ear if need be, but that was usually at a high price too, or a one time deal. There had been too many times when even that was almost not enough and there were still Kinsey-mongers that kept popping up out of the bushes. He placed his beer back on the table. He didn't want to be the man, but maybe they did need another big hand to slap the pants off those bureaucratic assholes in Washington. He turned his hand around then held it in front of him. Yep, he mused, just about the right size.
First was Ra, then Heru'ur, and of course Hathor, Sokar, the Replicators, Anubis, Apophis, Osiris, Ba'al, except how many Ba'al's were still out there, and what about the original? Doesn't matter, we'll find all of them and end it once and for all, that's what SG1 does. That's what we're good at. The door opened. The light cascading around her tall, deceptively-gentle features pierced his darkened cell. He could feel her inside him, an immensely oppressive force of stabbing darkness. She was building up for another attack as she walked slowly into his cell, smiling malevolently down at him. She was another enemy, just like all the others before. They had all been defeated, she would be too. Daniel had to believe that, because the mental barriers he and Merlin had formed to protect him were slowly being eaten away by the hungry-evil behind her eyes.
The End
