Pairing/Charecter(s): Daniel Jackson, Moros/Merlin/Myrddn; not-so-background John/Rodney
Warnings/Spoliers: this takes place in the future of the current Ancient!John 'verse, during "The Quest, Part 2" - ie, roughly Jan '07 according to that timeline.
Disclaimer: Title 17 of the US Code, § 107, aka the Fair Use Doctrine.
Summary: One Ancient, it seems, knew that John had remained behind.
Notes: Blame both my Great SyFy rewatch for this, as well as my love of foreshadowing and all those who bother to read my drabbles
Oh, and look, I've managed to bring The Brothers Karamazov into this again. Told you guys I'd an unnatural love for "The Grand Inqusitor."
An Ancient!John Drabble
"Why, the whole world of knowledge is not worth that child's prayer to 'dear, kind God'!"
Frodor Dotoevski The Brothers Karamazov
"Merlin! Myrddin! We need you to remember. About the Sangreal. About Morgan and about how you got here!" Daniel shouts, following the old man insistently. He seems disoriented and confused and unwilling to listen to what they're trying to tell him.
"Yes," he says, resisting the urge to shake the Ancient bodily. They cannot have come all this way – cannot have survived the quest for the Sangreal – only to find the one person who can save this galaxy seemingly afflicted by the Ancient version of Alzheimer's. Even after all he's seen, Daniel refuses to believe the universe is that cruel. "You also knew her as Ganos Lal."
"I haven't heard that name spoken," he whispers as if in a dream, "in a very long time."
"We're not Knights of the Round Table. At least a thousand years have passed since you were frozen. We know who you really are. We know about Atlantis and how you were once the High Councillor there. And we've encountered the Ori – the beings that you know as the Haeretici.
Moros turns, facing him with a great intensity and clarity of thought that belay any thoughts of madness. "Tell me more."
"Oh, I don't know where to begin. So much has happened-"
"Start from the beginning. You are from Earth, yes?"
"And a thousand years have passed."
"So you discovered the astria porta in your desert?"
He nods, watching head off to explore the caves. "And the one your people left at our southern pole when Atlantis left our galaxy."
"Atlantis... Please," he says with great urgency, "tell me, does she still stand?"
"Yes. Our people use it our a base of operations in the Pegasus galaxy."
"And what of Licinus? "
"Licinus?" He blinks, surprised. "You mean Colonel Sheppard – Iohannes Ianideus Licinus Pastor? Yes, we found him in stasis in Atlantis. He's alive and helping to run things over there now. I'm sure he'll be pleased to hear that we found you."
"I doubt that," Moros chuckles tiredly, collapsing into a nearby chair. "I have lived many lifetimes, of which my time on Atlantis was only the first. I am afraid that, in that one, Licinus and I disagreed on a great many things... I have long since come to see that he and his father were right all along. There is no use in power, no point in knowledge unless we are willing to use it to help those without... You must be sure to tell him that for me."
"You can tell him yourself."
The Ancient chuckles again, more darkly this time. "I am old, Doctor Jackson, and wearier than you can possibly imagine. No, I do not think I will live long enough to see him or Atlantis again. Already my body betrays me... But I am glad he, at least, is well."
"Very well. Engaged, in fact."
Moros' eyebrows rise comically. "Licinus? Engaged? Now there is something I never though anyone would say of a child of Ianus'." Then, with a heavy sigh. "But we've no time for such gossip. Quickly, tell me what you know of the Ori and their plans in this galaxy while I am still awake enough to appreciate it."