Pairing/Charecter(s): Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Cameron Mitchell, Ancient!John, Rodney McKay; background Sam/Jack, John/Rodney
Warnings/Spoliers: Comes after part 1, 1.5, and 2, and is a future!fic for the Ancient!John 'verse; basic knowledge of the events of SG1 and SGA is suggested
Disclaimer: All characters, situations, quotes et al are properties of their respective owners and I am merely using them under Title 17 of the US Code, § 107, aka the Fair Use Doctrine, without intents to infringe upon or defame anyone's legal rights.
Summary: After 16 years, the Stargate Program is finally revealed.
Notes: And we finally get to the SGA portion of this fic. While there's nothing really spoilery for anything I've planned in the future of this series, it should be noted that this takes place in 2012, whereas the 'verse itself has only gone up to Jan '06 so far.
1 March 2012
An Ancient!John Story
a TRANSCRIPT of the
DEPARTMENT OF HOMEWORLD SECURITY
question and answer session for
the PEOPLE OF EARTH
[with annotations by the transcriber]
01 March 2012 – 1324 EST
U Thant Meeting Hall
[A white light envelops the upstage. It dissipates almost as quickly as it appeared, leaving behind DOCTOR RODNEY MCKAY and COLONEL JOHN SHEPPARD in it's wake.]
MCKAY: -just that it's some sort of emergency. I don't know anything more about it than... you... do. [McKay trails off as he notices the unexpected audience the Asgard beam has left him with.]
[McKay is just shy of forty-four, with PhDs in astrophysics and mechanical engineering, a fast receding hairline, and impossibly blue eyes. He's wearing a dark grey uniform of no recognizable origin, the jacket zipped only halfway, revealing a black shirt underneath. It's not formal attire by any means, and he tugs the hem of his jacket nervously for a second before self-consciously balling them into fists at his sides.]
SHEPPARD: Huh. [Sheppard, at forty-one, claims a doctorate in applied mathematics, a Fields Medal for his solution to the Riemann Hypothesis, and the ability to pilot anything that can be made to fly. These things, in combination with his rakish good looks and his somewhat controversial personal life have made him the closest thing to a rock star the world of mathematics has ever seen – and, thusly, a recognizable figure to most the people in the meeting hall, unlike the others. This unwanted stardom is said to embarrass Sheppard greatly but, if this is true, he doesn't show it.]
[His own uniform is vaguely military, with space for shoulder-boards on his button-down, though he wears none. The entire outfit is black upon black upon black, with the only colour of any sort being the patch of the United States flag he wears on one shoulder. There's a pistol as well, more gunmetal than black, and it's from this that Sheppard removes his hand as he speaks, seemingly unperturbed.] Well, this is unexpected.
SHEPPARD: What's with the crowd, General?
O'NEILL: Oh, you know me, Colonel. There's nothing I like more I like better than a national security briefing than a good ol' fashioned press conference.
SHEPPARD: Looks like a hell of a party too. [He says with a smirk, eyeing the gathered members of THE PRESS-
[-who have gone utterly silent in their shock, though shock might be the wrong word for it. The majority appear surprised, yes, but the existence of the Asgard beam and a series of images of it in use had been included in the debriefing packet. No, for all their surprise, the fact remains that most of them, to some degree or another, have faced the startling and unexpected. They're political reporters. Those who haven't been embedded in combat units at some point or another have interviewed warlords and senators and leaders of terrorist cells. They've learned to moderate their reactions. They know silence is what is wanted now.]
[Besides, this is the story of the year – if not the century – and no one with clearance to make it this far is stupid enough to risk their piece of it.]
MITCHELL: Yeah, well, mom and dad made us invite them.
SHEPPARD: Speaking of invitations, not that we're not glad to be here, wherever here is-
JACKSON: We're in a conference room at the United Nations Headquarters.
SHEPPARD: That's New York City, right?
[Jackson blinks at him.]
CARTER: [Bemused.] Yeah.
SHEPPARD: Never been to New York before.
MCKAY: You're not missing anything. [He takes the seat to stage right of Mitchell.] Unless you happen to like perpetual dirt and construction and traffic, which I don't.
SHEPPARD: [Not so much taking the seat to stage left of O'Neill and slumping into it.] I take it you didn't invite us for the sight-seeing tour then. Or the canapés.
CARTER: Not so much, John.
O'NEILL: After a long and, frankly, boring talk, the IOA decided to go ahead and release the rest of the Stargate Program today as well.
MCKAY: [Perking up.] You mean-?
O'NEILL: Be my guest.
JACKSON: Actually, Jack. [He interrupts, leaning around Carter to look at him directly.] Don't you think it would be better if we explained the Expedition first before going into what, for lack of a better word, we found there?
O'NEILL: Oh, if we must. [He glances at Sheppard, who shrugs and leans back in his chair.]
JACKSON: Well then, as you all undoubtedly read in your debriefing packets, [He says, addressing the gathered members of THE PRESS at last,] in March of 2004 we found an Ancient outpost in the Antarctic, not far from where we discovered the beta gate. This, of course, contained the weapons platform you were all so concerned about earlier.
What you don't know is that we didn't just stumble across the outpost as an extension of the work being done at White Rock. We were actually looking for The Lost City of The Ancients. What we found was actually the location of Atlantis while it was on Earth, the city itself being essentially a giant spaceship, which they took with them when they left our galaxy.
Using the information we found in the Antarctic outpost, we were able to determine the location of where the Ancients took Atlantis, which was actually a planet in the Pegasus galaxy. The Pegasus Dwarf Irregular Galaxy, to be specific, some three million light years away.
CARTER: And that's where Doctor McKay and Colonel Sheppard come in. [She gestures at each.] Doctor Rodney McKay has been a part of the Stargate Program since 1997 and has been the Head of the Science and Research Departments on Atlantis since the Expedition was started back in July of 2004. And as for Colonel Sheppard... Well, he's been Head of the Expedition since late '09, but was it's military commander for five years before then.
REPORTER 41: [Having somehow managed to gain control of the microphone from the reporter from The Los Angeles Times, who'd been trying to retain control of it throughout the previous.] Peter Webber, CNN. Are you trying to tell us that The Lost City of Atlantis is real?
SHEPPARD: [Fractiously.] She was never lost-
MCKAY: One second, John. We'll get to that. What I want to know first is how this guy can accept the idea of wormholes that can take people to other planets and aliens and all the rest, but it's The Lost City of Atlantis he has trouble wrapping his mind around-
MITCHELL: Hey, McKay. Tone it down a little, will you? There are, like, children watching this in classrooms all over the world. We don't want to scar any of them for life more than we have to.
MCKAY: [Scathingly.] If telling the truth is enough to scar them for life, it serves them right.
[That being said, he continues less caustically,] But, yes, Atlantis exists. No, she was technically never lost, and, yes, she was sunk beneath the ocean, but that was intentional and she was totally still habitable afterwards because of her shield... What it all boils down to though is, all the stuff in your quaint little debriefing packets they handed out earlier? It's nothing compared to discoveries that have come out of Atlantis.
CARTER: Gee, thanks Rodney.
MCKAY: We'll see who's laughing when they start handing out the Nobel prizes.
SHEPPARD: Rodney. [He draws the word out in such a way that it seems to have more syllables than it ought.] Play nice.
MCKAY: Name one time in the last eight years when that's actually worked.
SHEPPARD: Don't ruin this for me, Rodney.
MCKAY: [Rolling his eyes.] Fine. Knock yourself out.
SHEPPARD: [Dryly.] Thank you. [He turns back towards the audience, and pauses halfway through rubbing his hands together to raise them, joined, to his lips. When they lower, one of them goes to fiddling with the cord for his microphone.] In that case, I suppose a re-reintroduction is in order. I'm Iohannes Ianideus Licinus Pastor, and, basically, I'm pretty much the last Alteran in the universe and the first alien most of you will ever met. But you can just call me John. Everyone else does.
[For a long moment, nothing seems to happen. No one speaks, or breathes, or even moves.]
[And then, suddenly, like a wave it breaks, and the room erupts with noise.]