A/N: Round one. Ding!
Someone cleared his throat. “Mind telling us what you’re up to?”
Abydonian, Gonou’s memories labeled that language; not Goa’uld, but used on many of their planets. Uh-oh.
Graying older man, dark eyes, clad in one of the ubiquitous green field uniforms but carrying it with an aura of leadership. A younger blond wearing glasses, peering at them like they were finger-puzzles to solve. A nervous blonde who felt of naquadah, and carried the rare scent of a dead symbiote. And a stern Jaffa, whose brow bore a golden symbol of the System Lords.
They match Gojyo’s description of SG-1. Hakkai eyed Hakuryuu. You couldn’t have warned me?
:Strange flock, no feeling of predator,: the dragon imaged back serenely. :Hakkai holding shield to negotiate, flattening idiots if hostilities threaten.:
Sometimes I wish I had that much faith in me. “Please don’t wake him,” Hakkai said quietly in the same language. “I’ve stilled the nightmares for now.”
“He has many bad dreams?” Dr. Fraiser asked, stepping out from behind them.
So we do speak a language in common, Hakkai thought, relieved. Well, a little; she’s not fluent. “We all do.” He gestured toward the far end of the infirmary. “May we?”
“Why not.” O’Neill’s smile was about as friendly as Prince Kougaiji’s stumbling on them without warning. Likely, for many of the same reasons.
We’ve never hurt these people. But from what Gojyo tells me about the Tok’ra…. “Are you Major Carter?” Hakkai asked the blonde.
“I am,” she said warily, as they gathered in the doctor’s office. “Did your symbiote know Jolinar?”
Hakkai listened, but there was nothing more than the usual dark rumble, echoing sorrow and madness. “Probably. It felt like he recognized her name, when Gojyo first mentioned you.”
“Felt like?” Dr. Jackson pounced. “You don’t know?”
“We don’t… talk much. Not that we ever did, even before-” Hakkai winced, trying not to recall Ni Jianyi’s empty, triumphant smile, before the horrors began. Horrors he’d felt he deserved, after what his hands had done….
“You’re Cho Hakkai!” Gojyo’s voice rang in his memory. “Not Gonou. Never him. You’re Hakkai. And don’t you forget that!”
“Who’s Gojyo?” O’Neill asked warily. “And how does he know about Carter?”
Hakkai blinked, and shook his head. “Sha Gojyo. You call him – Joseph Sha?” He had to look at Samantha Carter again, even if it might be rude. He had to see. “You’re real. I hoped you were. And… that’s a terrible thing to hope, isn’t it? That someone else understands your nightmares, because they’ve been there.”