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"For You, I Will "Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language, violence, torture, abuse, character death (sort of), misuse of electricity, telepathy, politics, Sci-fi, crossover, AU Pairings: 1x2, other Summary: Crossover w/ Stargate: SG-1. On an alien
planet, Colonel Jack O'Neill and the rest of SG-1 find a sick young
man and take him home. Unwittingly unleashing a great threat on the
SGC as the boy isn't all he seems . . . " For You, I Will "
Bargain It took a little debate, but in the end Heero chose Wufei to accompany SG-1. The black-haired youth suspected Heero wanted to choose his brother, and he wasn't offended. He knew better than most how heavily Heero had relied on Trowa in their more-distant youth. Some habits were hard to break. He was just glad to be out doing something. And for the moment, that something was studying SG-1. Four people, each very different, all human but one. The leader, Jack O'Neill, had a strange way of commanding. Not through fear or intimidation, nor even a commanding presence demanding respect. Rather, he had an easy-going camraderie about him, making him seem approachable, affable, and just a bit of an ass. Wufei wondered if his bravado was partly faked to hide who he really was. It was a common defense mechanism, and he wondered what O'Neill had to hide. His 2IC, Major Samantha Carter, was a blonde woman with an attractive face and a mind fast enough to make any speed-racer in the galaxy howl with envy. She was a woman who did demand respect, not just for her pretty face but for her brilliant mind. Wufei knew after a few moments that Heero probably liked her. O'Neill's muscle-man was the huge and imposing Jaffa named Teal'c. The alien was silent for the most part, with a stern expression that managed not to be dour. Wufei could see in his every step, in the way his eyes looked around with purpose, that each move was deliberate, measured, and alert. He would be a formiddable opponent in hand-to-hand combat for most. Wufei respected him immediately. Last but surely not least, Dr. Daniel Jackson. Wufei could not figure out the reason for an archaelogist to be on a military team of this kind. The man was obviously not combat trained, and the gun he carried seemed starkly out of place. It looked like an ornament of violence, not an extension of his will-as it did on O'Neill or Carter. But he was a strong man, it shone from his ice-blue eyes, in the stubborn tilt of his chin. Here was a man who submitted to no one while at the same time saw and understood basic human principle. And yet Wufei could not fathom the reason for him being on the team. Armed with one of the Gao'uld handguns O'Neill had dubbed a 'zat,' Wufei quietly observed the four of them as they spread out from the Stargate, talking away like they were merely on a field trip, not a mission of possible danger. Men and woman long used to this sort of thing. There was no hesitance in their movements, only confidence. "So . . . did you ever travel through the Stargate . . . before?" Jackson abruptly asked. Wufei's senses and reactions were far too honed to allow him to startle at the unexpectedness of being adressed. He merely turned cool black eyes on the linguist. "No. In fact, yesterday was the first time I'd been through it." A boyish grin spread over Jackson's face. "It never gets old." Heero, Wufei thought with an inward half-smile, would have said, "Hn." Wufei remained silent, offering nothing. It didn't deter the blue-eyed man. "Heero said your families came to Desaine. Were the five of you born at that time?" "No," Wufei replied. "It was actually our grandparents, when they were still quite young. There were a total of seven families. The five of us are all that is left of them." He couldn't fathom the reason for the pain that sprang to Jackson's expressive eyes. Pain for the loss of people he'd never - nor would ever - know? Why should he grieve for them? It seemed . . . irrational. Altogether too emotional. It unsettled the soldier in Wufei. "I'm so sorry," the man said. Wufei turned astonished eyes on him. "Why? You had nothing to do with their demise." "But we were going to deal with the Desaines, who had done such terrible things to you . . . it's unconscionable . . ." And your attitude is unfathomable, Wufei wanted to say. Aloud, all he offered was, "Justice will eventually be meted out." In one form or another, the universe looked after its own. "So . . ." O'Neill abruptly drawled, turning to glance over his shoulder, "where does this weed of yours grow?" Wufei knew the man was trying to get a rise out of him, but the plant Heero had discovered was, actually, a weed. He offered no expression as he pointed. "It grows on vines that climb up a specific kind of tree. That wooded area looks dense enough." "To the trees, kids," O'Neill said, waving with his P90. Not for the first time, Wufei wished the colonel had given him one of those guns instead of the much smaller zat. Though they were deadly enough in their own right, there was something far more satisfying about a gun that spit fire and thunder than a high-pitched whine of electric discharge. Ah well. Maybe the construction of the Gundams would convince the Earth folk that they were trustworthy. o8o o8o Jack led his team into the woods, telling Teal'c to stand at the edge and keep his eyes open. Now he allowed the black-haired kid to take the lead, and he had to admire the way the kid went about his task with military efficiency. A loud voice in the back of his mind screamed that it wasn't right. A kid his age should be in school, chasing his first girl, picking fights, skipping class, going to parties, and maybe getting a little drunk. But he moved like a hardened soldier, no effort or movement wasted. He felt very sorry for him. For all five of them. And he wondered if their stories were true. There wasn't any way to verify, short of making another trip to Desaine. Heero had yet to allow that, and for some reason the Desaines hadn't bothered trying to contact Earth - even though they'd never made it to the scheduled peace talks. Odd. Maybe he'd have a talk with Heero and convince the kid to let them contact Desaine just to find out. He ran a hand over the back of his neck. Damn. He was thinking of Heero as a kid now, instead of an alien piece of technology that had hijacked the base. His threat level had been reduced to 'kid.' He nearly jumped out of his skin when warm fingers brushed over the back of his hand. Blinking, he looked down into the cool blue eyes of Daniel. Years of working with the man in close proximity had him knowing what he was going to say before he said it. He shrugged. "Don't know quite what to think," he admitted, making sure Chang was out of hearing range. "I don't want to trust these boys, but . . ." Daniel smiled. "It's hard not to? They don't seem like the lying kind?" "Familiar with it?" Jack said, offering the faintest smile. "I keep thinking . . ." "What if it's true," Daniel finished for him when he hesitated. "If it is, we can't ally ourselves with the Desaines." "I know," Jack agreed. It would be morally wrong. On so many levels. "Pretty much the only way to verify their story would be to go back to Desaine and see if we could find records," Carter said, nearly startling Jack again. What was it with his team sneaking up on him today? "That doesn't seem like it'll happen," Jack mused. "Hey, finding anything, kid?" Chang had stopped walking. He was staring at a tall tree that looked like it was having the life strangled out of it by a thick, thorny vine with dark blue leaves. "This is the vine," the kid confirmed, "but there are no blossoms on it. Heero said he needs samples of the vine, the leaves, and the blossoms." Jack gave the vine a long, hard look. "Well, now we know what we're looking for. Carter, you and the kid head out in that direction, Daniel and I will take east. Stay in radio contact. Teal'c?" "Go ahead O'Neill." "How's it looking out there?" "No activity." "Good. Keep your eyes open." As Jack headed away from Carter, Daniel obediently fell into step behind him. For a time there was silence, but Jack could tell Daniel had something to say. Just a nagging feeling prickling at the base of his skull. The linguist kept him waiting a little longer than usual, but soon it came out. "Duo and Heero were lovers, Jack." Jack almost swallowed his tongue. Of everything he was expecting, that was not on the list. "What?" It came out sort of choked. "They were lovers. When Heero still had a body, they -" "I heard you," Jack cut him off, voice irritable to his own ears. "I just . . . thought I misunderstood." He threw a glare over his shoulder. "Why are you telling me this? And how the hell do you know?" Daniel's eyes were cold and grim. "I asked them. And I'm telling you because I don't want your jarheads getting up in arms about it." Normally, Daniel's use of that term would have made Jack grin. The guy had such a dim view of narrow-minded people. Now, it made him stop and look down at Daniel, suddenly glad of the few inches of height he had on the other. "I can't stop people from having an opinion." Obviously, it was the wrong thing to say. Daniel glared at him, the wattage of the gaze turned up to high, so cold Jack felt his blood turn sluggish in his veins. Damn but that man knew how to glare. "Are you going to judge them?" he said. His tone was almost conversational. Shit. Time to tread very lightly. Daniel, after all, liked men. He liked women too, of course, since he'd been married. Well, you're you, Jack thought. Daniel was just different. He didn't dare say that out loud. "No," he said firmly. After all, he wasn't afraid of gays. They didn't even make him uncomfortable. "But you know. Mindsets are a tricky thing to change." "But if you advocate tolerance, the others will try to emulate you," Daniel said at once. "These boys have been through enough, Jack. They don't need human pig-headedness added to their list of trials. And they have offered to build us weapons, don't forget." "Trust me, I haven't forgotten," Jack said, suddenly overcome by the desire to brush an errant lock of hair off Daniel's forehead. He didn't try to touch the man. He offered his trademark grin. "I'll be the advocate of tolerance. Promise." Looking mollified, Daniel nodded and stepped around him. "Thank you." Jack sighed silently. Thank god, crisis averted. He wasn't scared of Daniel's temper, but damned if he didn't do his best to make sure the man was never angry with him. It was physically painful, to have that icy cold glare aimed at him. o8o o8o "Offworld activation," Walter said, his tone of voice indicating no alarm. Of course, SG-1 was expected back any time now. Heero appeared on the monitor to let the human know he was there. One by one the chevrons lit up, and Heero closed the iris. The wormhole engaged behind it, and Heero waited to detect the code transmittor. Moments later it pinged the system, and Walter looked relieved. "It's SG-1." Heero opened the iris, and the team sauntered through. Ignoring them all but Wufei, he looked at his friend and found confirmation in black eyes. Wufei gave Hammond a nod when the general entered the 'gate room. "Welcome back," Hammond said. "Did you get the samples?" "We did," Wufei said. "Permission to take them to the infirmary." Hammond gave him a sharp nod, and Heero didn't wait around. He appeared on the monitor above Duo's bed. Trowa and Quatre both looked up, expressions hopeful. "They're back?" Quatre asked. Heero nodded. "Wufei found it and is bringing samples." Wufei came at a dead run. He jerked to a stop at the foot of Duo's bed, looking barely winded. "How is he?" Heero let his brother reply for him. "Not good," Trowa said. "We should take those to Doctor Fraiser. She and Heero have created a serum that should show fairly rapid results." "They've done as many tests as they could, and it looks hopeful," Quatre picked up. Trowa led Wufei into Doctor Fraiser's med lab. Not for the first time, Heero wished he had a physical body. Though he could no longer feel pain, he could remember it just fine. It was the most intensely painful experience he'd ever known, being unable to hold his dying love. To reassure him and smooth his hair back and whisper in his ear, it's going to be all right. I'm here. He wanted to scream. Instead he waited, monitoring Duo's vitals through the open wires still attached to him. His love was weak. Without treatment, he probably had forty hours to live. Maybe. He willed Wufei and Fraiser to hurry. The petite doctor was quick. She came bustling out of her lab after a half hour, hope restored to her face. "We made the serum and tested it on the tissue samples," she told Heero with a smile. "The results were pretty dramatic. At this point, anything would help." She didn't want for permission before injecting the syringe's contents into the IV. Heero watched the pale blue fluid flow down into Duo's veins. He removed his image and replaced it with Duo's vitals, so his friends could see the changes as they occurred. Perhaps because Duo was much larger than a tissue sample, the results were not dramatic. But two things happened that gave Heero hope. First, Duo's dangerously low blood pressure rose enough that his weakening heart could resume normal rhythms. Lightened of this strain, his breathing sounded less labored, and a bit of color returned to his cheeks. Not much, maybe, but it was a start. "Can we give him another dose?" Quatre asked. "That didn't seem to do much." Fraiser shook her head. "This serum is too strong. I'm afraid if I raised the dose at all it would cause cardiac arrest. I'll administer another in eight hours. Given what I've seen so far, I believe each dose will have a more marked effect as he recovers." She smiled at each boy. "It looks like it's going to work." o8o o8o Daniel jolted out of his studies when the phone rang in his office. Marking his place in the musty tome, he grabbed it off the wall. "Yeah." "Doctor Jackson," came General Hammond's voice, "we need you in the control room ASAP." Concerned by the gravity of the tone, he set the book down at once. "On my way." In the control room, Daniel could see the Stargate was activated, but the iris remained firmly closed. And on one of the monitors, the face of Minister Zakari glared at Hammond. The Desaine looked just this side of murderous. "Doctor Jackson," Hammond said, looking and sounding like a man down to his last nerve, "he refuses to speak to anyone but you." "Doctorr," Zakari said in the strange accent of his people, "so pleased you could join. I would like an explanation, if you pleaze." Daniel blinked. "Minister," he greeted him with a nod. "I'm not sure to what you're referring-" "The harboring of Desaine fugitives!" the man snarled. "Do not play coy with uz, Doctorr. You have four fugitives hiding out on yourr world, one of whom stole a valuable pieze of technology from uz! If you think for one minute we will allow this to continue, you are zadly mistaken!" Daniel felt his stomach clench. He sent a quick glance to Hammond, who merely nodded once. "We are not aware of any such thing," Daniel assured the man. "These boys came to us in need of medical attention and requesting sanctuary. We could not turn them away -" "These boyz," the minister cut him off harshly, "are dangerouz criminals wanted acrozz our planet! You have no idea what you've allowed into yourr world, Doctorr. They will trick you az they tricked uz, and you will be just as unable to defend yourselves! Until you return them to our cuztody, you may conzider all possibility of alliance nullified!" "Why should any free nation wish to ally with you?" That was Heero's voice. Daniel didn't try to shush him. Neither did Hammond, interestingly enough. "Who iz that?" the minister snapped. "Who do you think, Zakari?" Heero said mildly. "One of the 'fugitives' you had killed. Why don't you tell them our crimes, hm? Just one. Just one crime of which we're guilty." Daniel watched the minister's face turn an ugly shade of red. "I hope, Doctorr, you give no weight to that program'z words. It iz a malfunction, a perversion wrought by thoze boyz." Heero snorted. "Fine attitude to take with your prized creation. Wasn't it you who referred to me as the new cutting edge weapon that would revolutionalize your global defense?" "Shut up!" Zakari practically howled. "Doctorr, you are not the man I thought you were if you listen to these liez!" Daniel gazed at the livid Desaine. If what he said was true, surely he wouldn't be so worked up over this? Mind racing, he made a quick decision. "Nor, apparently, are you." He made a cutting gesture to Walter, and the transmission ended. Heero's image replaced it. He looked surprised. "Daniel?" It was still a little strange, to hear a sixteen-year-old boy call him by his first name. "You were in the Desaine computers, weren't you?" "Yes." "Then you will still have documents. Records of their experiments. Of their plans. Of everything, including the orders to imprison you and kill you." ". . . yes." The boy looked utterly baffled, as though he couldn't fathom a reason for the questions. "I want to see them," Daniel growled. "In my office. General, I'll have a full report for you tomorrow morning." The General looked a bit ruffled, but he merely nodded. Daniel all but stormed back to his office, and when he slammed the door Heero was on his computer monitor. He looked calm but curious. "Is there some place particularly you'd like me to start?" "No," Daniel said. "I want it all. Electronic files are fine. Bring them up here so I can read through them." It took a few minutes, then they began scrolling across his screen. o8o o8o Trowa felt awareness returning before Duo actually opened his eyes, so when the boy stirred his book was tucked away. When indigo eyes oriented on him, he smiled. "Hey, sleepy." After three treatments, Duo looked markedly better. He gave Trowa a smile of some strength, then carefully began sitting up. Though he wanted to, Trowa didn't offer help. He wanted to see if Duo was strong enough on his own. Duo managed it, and the exertion flushed a little color to his face. Pleased, Trowa leaned back in his chair. Duo looked around. "Where's Heero?" "Working on something for Doctor Jackson," Trowa replied. "We managed to create a drug that is beating back that virus in your system. Doctor Fraiser is confident you'll make a full recovery." Duo's smile brightened more. "I feel a lot better. Where are Quatre and Wufei?" "Oh, I don't know," Trowa replied negligently. He could sense Quatre wasn't very far away, and Wufei was with them. "Probably working up some new schematics." Duo blinked. "For?" Oh, right. Duo couldn't know of Heero's plans. "We're going to build new Gundams for these people." The boy looked appropriately taken-aback. "We are?" "Yes." "Heero agreed to that?" "Yeah. It was his idea." "It was?" Trowa tried not to grin at his expense. Poor Duo, he looked like he was floundering. "Yeah. In exchange for safe harbor and for retrieving the plant that he used to formulate the cure." For a time, Duo was silent. "And we're taking the necessary steps building new ones?" Trowa nodded. "Yes." "You're sure it was Heero's idea?" Now he couldn't help it and chuckled. "As crazy as it sounds, yes. But you know he'd do anything for you. Including this." Duo blushed and looked down. "Yeah. But . . . did you guys tell the humans what Gundams are? Did they agree? And do they know what they're agreeing to?" "No, we only told them they're weapons," Trowa replied. "I don't think Heero wanted them to know. They might not have agreed." Duo snorted softly. "Who would? Are we really going to build new ones?" "Yeah." "But the old ones . . ." Duo's protest began. He didn't have to finish. Trowa nodded again. "Yeah." The old ones. After all, it hadn't been the Desaines
or any physical enemy that had prompted five young pilots to destroy
their weapons. It had been the Gundams themselves.
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