|When Jake Met Bra'tac|
Can you hear the drums my Bra'tac?
I remember long ago another starry night like this.
In the firelight my Bra'tac
You were humming to yourself while we readied for the fight.
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of siren wails were filling all the night.
They were closer now my Bra'tac;
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally.
I was so afraid my Bra'tac,
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die.
And I'm not ashamed to say
The blasts of zats and staffs almost made me cry.
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, my Bra'tac.
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, my Bra'tac.
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, my Bra'tac.
Now we're old and gray, my Bra'tac
And for many years I haven't seen a Zat in your hand.
Can you hear the drums my Bra'tac?
Do you still recall the frightful night we fought hand to hand?
I can see it in your eyes
How proud you were to fight for freedom for your land.
With sincerest apologies to ABBA.
Uh. Jacob. we need to have a serious conversation.
You're calling me Jacob and you sound very solemn. That combination puts me in fear for my sanity.
Jacob. Can we please cut the sarcasm? The witty repartee? The one-upmanship? I need to have a very serious conversation with you.
Are you dying?
Just asking. I'm concerned about this change in your normal Sarcastic, Sassy symbiotic self.
No. It's about.. Bra'tac.
I'm not getting you his autograph. No, Sir-ree. You can go forge another one; I'm not getting one for you!
Jacob. I know Bra'tac.
From way back.
How well do you know this particular freedom fighter?
Saroosh knew him very well.
Mental Image sent.
OMIGOD. She seemed like such a sweet, little old lady. Don't you ever show that to me again. I'll be good, I swear.
Well, she wasn't always a little dried up prune, and well, she met Bra'tac when they both a lot younger.. Maybe a hundred or so years ago.
I wasn't even born yet.
I know, Jacob. Will you stop panicking? It's not like I'm planning on picking up where Saroosh left off. Though. he does have a certain appeal, and I have a little soft spot in my heart for him.
... Stunned Silence.. A feeling of having stepped in something squishy and soft in his bare feet.. an urge to scream.. Loudly.. A mental picture of Selmak putting both her hands over his mouth allowing only the most minute of soft whimpers to escape.
JACOB CARTER. CALM THE HELL DOWN MAN. I just want to talk to him, and I need you to not freak out. Can you handle that?
I AM GENERAL JACOB CARTER. UNITED STATES AIR FORCE. MY SERIAL NUMBER IS....
Name, rank and serial number? Jacob! Plus you're a Tok'Ra now! Good lord, man. You'd think I wanted to boink George Hammond or something.
He's NOT NEXT is he? You're not gonna tell me that next, are you? I can't handle this. Waaahhhhhhhh..
Jacob Carter, you're going to sleep now. Goodbye. Sweet dreams.
I'm gonna have nightmares about you, me, Bra'tac and George. I can tell. It's gonna be horrible..
I found him training the young 'uns, and I watched him for a bit. He saw me, naturally, and he gave me a brief nod, acknowledging that I was shadowing him. Throwing his staff weapon toward Raknor, he requested that the younger man instruct the students for a bit.
Graceful like a panther as always, my Bra'tac was.
"Jacob Carter," Bra'tac gave a bow of his head. "Allow me a few minutes to wash up before I talk to you? I'd not insult you by the smell of combat."
"It is not Jacob Carter that wishes to speak to you," I informed him. "It is another."
Yeah. Because Jacob Carter would be hightailing it back through the Gate right now! Jake yelled mentally.
"Selmak," Bra'tac quietly announced. "It has been far too long."
"I know, Bra'tac. We've both gotten older," I stated dryly. "When did that happen, Bra'tac?"
I was in a pensive mood, as thinking of Saroosh always made me melancholy. Jake's a nice host, don't get me wrong, but I missed being able to giggle with Saroosh.
Jake never giggles.
Jacob Carter is a no-nonsense, non-giggling type soul! Jake mumbled. I'm an adult. I can deal with this. I can. I can. Saroosh was female. So were your other hosts. I can handle this revelation."You have a new host," Bra'tac reminded me of the obvious. "Does he know... about us...?"
"I didn't really tell Jacob. He's a nice guy, but he's a little.... reserved. You know how the Tau'ri are, they view things so differently," I reminded Bra'tac of the obvious. "Mentally, he can accept that I had other hosts before him, but emotionally, he's having problems accepting what my other hosts have done."
|The Missing Scenes|
Not what, SELMAK, WHO... as in WHO my other hosts have done.
"He's a really nice guy." I repeated that again.
I'm being damned by faint praise!
"And Saroosh? How did she die? Was it in combat? It was not my troops that killed her?" Bra'tac questioned softly.
I put my hands on his and squeezed them reassuringly, uncaring of who might witness this very strange scene. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack O'Neill walk up to us, his mouth opening to no doubt shrilly demand something from the three of us. He gulped and then beat a fast retreat out of the area.
O'NEILL! THE BLABBERMOUTH. IT'LL BE ALL OVER THE ALPHA SITE WITHIN MINUTES!
"She died of old age," I informed Bra'tac. It was only the slightest lie for it had been a Jaffa staff wound that had hastened her demise.
His shoulders relaxed minutely, and I smiled inwardly.
"She always thought fondly of that young foolish Jaffa and smiled," I teased Bra'tac. "Who when faced by her staff weapon and told to make amends to his Gods before she killed him, yelled, 'They are False Gods'!"
Bra'tac laughed softly, "I worried every time we went against your people, hoping that I would not be the reason of her death."
"The triple moons, Bra'tac," I reminded him. "Your cape was so warm."
"The ocean the color of Saroosh's eyes." Bra'tac reminisced. "The sun as bright as her hair."
I'm getting physically ill here, Selmak!
"The main reason I'm here is that I wanted to talk to you. I've missed you," I admitted. "And Saroosh."
"I can imagine," Bra'tac gave me that killer smile and I tried not to let my knees weaken in blissful remembrance.
So tough yet so gentle. and the poetry.
There will be NO weakening knees, Selmak. Keep 'em LOCKED. Do you understand me?
"Now the real reason I wanted to speak with you is because you, Jacob and me have got to keep the tensions from the Alpha Site from exploding again. The tensions are building, and I know we've got a lot of young, hot-heads on both sides," I reminded him.
"Like I once was," Bra'tac laughed.
"And me," I reminded him. "And Jacob."
"Very well," the Jaffa agreed. "I wish to speak with Jacob."
Can you handle that, Jake? He's rather ... proper... so don't get rude and make any comments about Saroosh and him. It was just a one-time deal.
I'll try, but if he wants a kiss for old time's sake, Selmak, I'm zatting him.
"So, Bra'tac, you knew Saroosh pretty well then?" Jake questioned in a normal tone of voice.
Bra'tac nodded his head once and smiled in fond remembrance. Then he put his hands solidly on Jake's shoulders including Jake's recently Selmak-repaired collar bone, and clasped it in a brotherly fashion.
He's gonna re-break that collar bone, Jake wailed mentally.
I'll fix it, OK? Like I always do!
"We will do as Selmak suggests and attempt to keep the peace between our people," Bra'tac announced in ringing tones. Then in a quieter voice, "Understand, Jacob, if you do not treat Selmak with the proper respect, you will answer to me."
Jake naturally agreed to keep me happy.
And keep my head in one piece!
Bra'tac is just so sweet.
The two old warhorses glared at each other and then nodded their head. The tension between them was broken and now the two of them could be friends.
AND NOTHING MORE, Jake thought loudly.
The moment was broken just in time, as we heard the sound of running feet
"Sir," Sam stated loudly. "I refuse to believe what you said you saw."
"Come on," O'Neill insisted. "I'm serious."
Bra'tac and Jake turned to face the two members of SG-1, both wearing the same identical look of stern paternal disapproval. They even had their arms crossed in exactly the same way. It took every ounce of my being not to giggle and point out to Jake how similar the two of them really are.
"O'Neill? What are you telling my daughter?" Jake growled.
"Never mind," O'Neill said, visibly disappointed.
"That you and Bra'tac were having a moment," Sam stated cheerfully. "Holding hands, I believe is what he said."
Jake and Bra'tac turned to face each other, sniffed once, and then turned back to face O'Neill. Both men looked the younger man over and then turned on their heels, walking off in the opposite directions.
"I swear, I saw them. They were holding hands, Carter," O'Neill was heard to protest.
Jacob. I just want to let you know, I began to say. I wanted to compliment him on handling it so well. I really thought he was going to freak out more than he did. He really took it rather well.
If you have this sudden urge to disclose anything about you and George, don't. Not for another hundred or so years, Selmak.