#daniel jackson x furling

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So, say I were writing a series where Daniel Jackson was being visited/guided by a member of the Furling society, but nobody knew about but the person him for a long time. It’s very heavy on introducing you to the Furlings in the beginning. Would anyone be interested in reading it?

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6. Asgard

Kyrie had recovered from the previous time she had been summoned into her Dreamscape, but her Krewe leader had not been pleased at the way she had simply collapsed at the work site. She sincerely hoped that she would have advanced warning before she was summoned again the next time and that it would not coincide with work at all. 

She was in the sea when she felt the pull this time. Kyrie had gone to the Tethyos City Cube for the weekend to see her family and visit the sea, which still held a special place in her heart. The pull of the Fragment was strong in her chest as she made for the shore, and it nearly took her breath away as she tried to get to the nearest teleporter. She made hurried apologies to everyone she ran into as she ran for the teleporter and typed a hurried message to Elder Rhea, hoping that the Elder could intervene on her behalf if she stayed in the Fragment longer than she meant to.

Soon Kyrie was stumbling out of the teleporter and towards the Fragment grove. It was far too familiar to her now, and she barely waved towards the Tender as she tried to get to the trees. Her chest was burning from exertion and some unknown pain alike. She was still dripping sea water when she burst through the trees into a utilitarian room that she had never seen before. She was not in her Dreamscape or anywhere that she recognised, and she was still wearing the jumpsuit that she had been swimming in.

“By the Alchemy, Daniel,” she said, when her eyes alighted on him. He held the stone in his hand, looking a little sheepish as he looked her over.

“Bad timing?”

“I was in the sea swimming when I first felt the summoning. It felt like my chest was on fire by the time I finally got to the grove. I’m probably going to have to make a public apology when I get back, sprinting through town to the teleporter in swimming clothes and knocking people out of the way. I contacted an Elder on the way, but…” Kyrie trailed off. She looked around her again, then asked, “Where are we now? I don’t recognise it.”

“Stargate Command, in my personal quarters. I begged off from the end of debriefing so I could summon you. I figured you wouldn’t take kindly to being summoned into a room of strangers.”

“You would be correct. Why have you summoned me, though? Is everything okay?”

“You don’t know why you’ve been called?”

“I don’t follow every detail of your life, Daniel. That would be weird. I know big events, but I generally wait for you or the Timeline to inform me of smaller things. So no, I don’t know why I’m here.”

“We made contact with the Asgard for the first time. With the real Asgard, not just their technology or their holograms.”

“And you want to know what I know about them?”

“A hint of what we are dealing with would be nice.”

“Surely your interactions with them would have given you enough of an indication already.”

“Well, not exactly…” Daniel hedged. Kyrie crossed her arms.

“What did you do?”

“It’s not what we did. It’s more what we haven’t done. They don’t think that we’re advanced enough to bother with yet.”

“Did they call you a race of children?”

“That’s...almost exactly what they called us. How did you know?”

“It’s just very on charactre for them. But at least they say what they mean outright, unlike the Nox.,” Kyrie said with a hint of a snicker in her voice. She wouldn’t tell Daniel that she somewhat agreed with the Asgard’s opinion of the Tau’ri. They were advancing quickly, yes, but they were still children in the eyes of the older races. 

“...true,” Daniel admitted. The Nox had spoken more in riddles than in straight truth when they had met the strange race. “Are the Nox on the same level as the Asgard?”

“Yes, though they did not explore the universe as the Asgard did. They stuck to their world and developed their technologies. Shared them, to an extent, but...they did not disperse for reasons.”

“So you’re familiar with the Asgard?”

“Very. My people have had an alliance with them for millennia. We haven’t been in direct contact with them for a long time, since we withdrew, but they suspect that we are still around. They have no concrete proof, of course, but they have their suspicions. They are a noble race. They will not harm you. They are monitoring you as you advance, and eventually they will reevaluate their opinion of your...status.”

“So you won’t intervene on our behalf?”

“No.”

“We need their help now, though. Just like we need your help. Neither of you are viewing us with the levity that you should be.”

“I cannot speak for the Asgard, but I am only one person. I do not make decisions for my community or governing Elders. You have only met one person from my people,” Kyrie said sharply. “When I say that you are not ready, you have to take me for my word. The decision to introduce you, and your team, to my Elders, is not one that I can make lightly. The Asgard have a difficult decision to make of their own right now, too. If you cannot recognise that, then maybe their declaration that you are still a race of children is correct.” 

Daniel winced at this. “The Goa’uld are posing a serious threat to us, Kyrie. We need help against them if we are to survive.”

“I understand that and validate your struggles. I cannot make decisions for the Asgard or for my Elders, however. I can pass along your concerns as I have been, but that is all I can do. And you should give yourself more credit than you have thus far. You have held your own against a race that once enslaved you.”

“We’re losing ground,” Daniel said quietly. 

“Not for long,” Kyrie hinted. Daniel looked up at this, his eyes quizzical. “And that is all I will say.” A knock sounded on the door, and Kyrie backed away. “I must go. Try not to be so forceful in summoning me next time. Let go of the stone.” 

Daniel did as he was commanded and set the stone on a side table. He opened the door, and Jack entered. “Talking to yourself again?” he asked.

“Something like that,” Daniel mumbled to himself.

-

Kyrie was getting better at not stumbling out of the forest. Elder Rhea met her at the fringes with a robe. 

“They’ve made contact with the Asgard. The Asgard told them that they are but a child race still. They are asking for help. I promised nothing.”

“The Asgard will come around soon,” Elder Rhea said quietly. Kyrie tilted her head towards the older woman.

“What did you See?”

“Their battle with the Replicators is not going well. They will be forced to make a decision between the humans they vowed to protect and the battle in their home galaxy. The Tau’ri will come into play.”

“What about us?”

“We will not involve ourselves in the matter. It is for the Tau’ri to prove themselves to the Asgard, not for us to intervene. We will not risk the Replicators coming to our world.”

“But if we reveal ourselves to the Tau’ri, surely we must reveal ourselves to the Asgard as well?”

“Yes, we must, but the time is not yet here for us to reveal ourselves to anyone. There may come a time when you must introduce yourself to Daniel Jackson’s team but conceal your true identity.” The thought of this made Kyrie feel uncomfortable. She thought they had an obligation to help their ally of old, and she did not wish to lie to anyone, but she could not go against the orders of an Elder.

“I...understand.”

-

Kyrie had explained as much as she could about her ‘extra duties’ as a Seer to her Krewe Leader after giving the summoning stone to Daniel, and they understood...partially. Kyrie suspected that Elder Rhea and perhaps even the Elder from her Krewe Leader’s House had intervened on her behalf so that when she felt the pull of the Fragment again while on a worksite and had to sprint off, they were surprisingly good-natured about her disappearance.

It had only been a few months, and Kyrie thought that this was a very short amount of time for the Asgard to change their minds about the Tau’ri. She would just have to wait and see. She was closer to the Fragment this time, but the journey there did not hurt as badly as it had before. Perhaps Daniel was being gentler in his summoning, or perhaps she was getting used to the sensation.

The Tender merely waved her on as she entered the trees. She came out in the same room as before. Daniel was pacing back and forth when she appeared.

“You look nervous,” Kyrie said by way of greeting.

“There are three Goa’uld System Lords sitting in a boardroom several levels above our head, so yes I am nervous.”

“That’s...a development,” Kyrie commented.

“A development,” Daniel said harshly. “They’re debating whether to attack us. Thor was trying to argue on our behalf, but Teal’c, and another one of their kind, Sokar, were found injured. They think we attacked them.”

“What do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t know, argue on our behalf, bring a ship here to defend us, tell the Asgard to step up and defend us? You said you had a treaty with them.”

“The Asgard have far bigger problems in their home galaxy than the squabble of System Lords in the Milky Way.”

“That’s what they told us before they left.”

“You have to prove to them that you were not responsible for the attack and hope that they then decide not to attack.”

“What do you think we’ve been doing?” Kyrie said nothing. “Your silence is not reassuring.”

“If the Furling were meant to interfere in this, the Elders would have shown up to the meeting between you, the Asgard, and the System Lords.” Daniel gave a long sigh.

“I was afraid you’d say that. You know, what good are you?” Kyrie closed her eyes and gave a sigh of her own.

“One day I will be able to help you in the way that you desire, but…”

“But today is not that day?”

“Correct.”

Daniel shook his head ruefully, and before Kyrie could say anything else, he released the stone, and Kyrie vanished. Kyrie exited the grove, frustration in her heart. She wished she could do more for Daniel, but there was nothing to be done. Elder Rhea had made it clear that for a while, the path was for the Asgard and the Tau’ri to tread alone. She could only bide her time until her part in the matter was made clearer to her.

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4. Dreamscape

LOL so much for posting on a regular basis...oops.

Here you go!

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About a month after she entered the Fragment, Kyrie was falling asleep when she slipped into her Dreamscape. She hadn’t made the conscious decision to enter it, so she figured that it was the Fragment making contact for her. She felt soft grass beneath her bare feet and noticed that she was in her sleep clothes. That wouldn’t do. Elder Rhea had warned her that Community Rules still applied even in her Dreamscape. If Daniel was here, she couldn’t meet him like this. She closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened them again, she was wearing the soft-soled shoes, leggings, and tunic of her Tethyos home. She ran a hand over her head, and her braids were pinned up, and a veil band was secured to her head. 

Kyrie emerged from the falls of vines that covered her side of the garden and ran her hand along the ornamental shrubs that formed the outer barrier. Across the garden, she could see Daniel on his usual bench, back to her. Unlike the times before, there was sound. She could hear running water and birds and the usual sounds of a garden. 

She approached Daniel cautiously, not wanting to startle him. “Hello,” she said quietly, when she came up to his side. He jumped slightly anyway. 

“You,” he said, rising to his feet. He was about a head taller than her when standing. He looked at her like she wasn’t real. If she were in his shoes, she probably wouldn’t think she was real, either. 

“I’m real,” she said, just as quietly as before. “I didn’t get to tell you my name before. It’s Kyrie. You’re in my Dreamscape.”

Daniel stared at her, his mouth slightly open, before speaking. “A few days after you…appeared...an old family friend showed up in my office and told me all of my theories were correct. And then the US Air Force put me on a plane to Colorado and took me to a secret installation. There was this thing called a Stargate, and it…”

“It took you to another world,” Kyrie said, her face glowing, though he couldn’t see it through her veil. She tried to put as much of her joy in her voice as she could. 

“How did you know? That someone would come? That the Stargate took me to a different...world.”

“I told you that the right people would come for you. And my planet has a Stargate, too. I’ve never been through it, but I was taught what it does. What was the other world like?”

“I’m…still there. I didn’t go back to Earth. I couldn’t, not after everything that happened. I live in a desert with a tribe on a planet called Abydos.” Kyrie committed the name to memory, intending to research it when she woke up. “We liberated the people here from the rule of these awful fake gods who called themselves the Goa’uld. Apparently they’re all over the galaxy. We drove them off of Earth centuries ago in a revolt, but they’re still everywhere else. There’s so much to learn. That’s why I stayed here. My life was over on Earth, but here I can do so much more.”

Kyrie smiled sadly beneath her veil. She wanted to tell this man that his life on Earth was certainly not over, but that would go against revealing too much of a person’s Timeline to them before they were ready. There were less invasive ways to study someone’s Timeline besides going into the Fragment, and she had dedicated some time to Daniel after learning his name. She now knew a whole lot more about him, but it was nice to hear him talk about his life instead of reading it from a cold holoscreen.

“What about you? Is your job over now that you got me to Abydos?”

Kyrie gave a long, low chuckle. “Not in the slightest. Abydos is not your ending, Daniel. It is just your beginning.”

“And I suppose that’s all you can tell me, otherwise you’re meddling in my Timeline?”

“You catch on fast, but yes. I’ve known pieces of your story since I was a little girl on the cusp of adulthood. I waited ten Cycles to finally meet you. Imagine how drawn out this is for me.”

“Is a Cycle like a year?”

“Yes, though it lasts longer than one of your Tau’ri years. It’s roughly equivalent to ten of them.”

“Tau’ri. Is that what you call us?”

“That is your name in my language. I did not know your language when I first had visions of you. All I had to identify you was your home symbol from the Stargate.”

“What is your name in my language? You said your planet was called Illyria.”

“I cannot tell you the name of my people at this time. It would put you at too much risk. I should not have even told you the name of my planet, but it is too late now. One day I will be able to tell you what I am, but for now, you must promise me that you will keep the knowledge of my planet to yourself.”

“I promise, but I still don’t understand.”

“My people withdrew from the galaxy as a protective measure, both for ourselves and for others. The time is not yet right for us to reintroduce ourselves.”

“Alright. I will respect your wishes. Not that I really have anyone to tell. Why do you clothe yourself the way you do? Is it because of your belief system? The...Eternal Alchemy?”

“Partly. During your Thirteenth Cycle, you enter the Fragment and see your sacred geometry, which is basically just you seeing your future. When you exit, you receive your veil, which signifies you taking on the responsibilities of becoming an adult. It’s largely symbolic now that we are a closed off society, but occasionally we all veil. Only Seers, like me, and Elders wear the veil all the time. And Seers cover all of their skin because, well, you wouldn’t like it if my skin touched yours. I would be able to see and feel everything in your mind because of my abilities.” Daniel winced at the thought of this. “Yes, it is as uncomfortable as you would think. We only exercise the ability when absolutely necessary.”

“So what do you do when you’re not inside my head or being my temporal guardian angel?”

“I’m a Scholar. I’m on a Krewe studying one of our oldest Cities. I spent years learning ancient dialects of our language to be able to translate manuscripts, artefacts, and other things we find. I’m a lot like you, actually. Maybe one day they’ll assign me to a Krewe that goes through the Stargate to study our ancient settlements. I sometimes go to my old City Cube for vacation. I grew up by the ocean. My House is made up of Wavewalkers- people who control the sea. I was an anomaly, to be a Seer in a House of Wavewalkers. They had to send me to school in another House’s City Cube after my Thirteenth Cycle to learn how to be a Seer.”

“Your community structure seems somewhat complicated. You come from a House that generally produces people with the same abilities, and each house controls a City Cube…”

“It’s not complicated. If you manifest a different ability after your Thirteenth Cycle, you just go to school in a different City Cube. The manifesting House takes care of your education. House Jezerinac taught me how to be a Seer. Then in my Eighteenth Cycle, I exited the primary schools and went to College. There are three- Statics, Dynamics, and Synergetics. I attended Statics. In my Twentieth Cycle, I was assigned to a Krewe. I have been with it for three Cycles now. It’s just like you have primary school and university and then you get a job. Our primary schools are just tied to abilities for a certain number of years.”

“Your society sounds quite interesting. I would be interested in studying it.”

“Perhaps someday you will have the opportunity.”

“Is that a thinly veiled way of saying that one day I will be able to study your society?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny.” 

“Of course you can’t. So you just...created this place? And it’s ours to meet in?”

“I made it while in the Fragment for the first time. It exists as part of my mind and part of the Fragment. I can consciously pull it up, but in this case, the Fragment summoned me here, and I suspect you as well. I’ve never tried to summon you here myself.”

“I see. It’s a little unnerving that you can just pull me out of my dreams and into this place.”

“I assure you it’s only ever out of a specific need that you are summoned here. Tonight, I guess it was so you could tell me that you were found and that you went through the Stargate.”

“Can you summon other people here? Could you tell Catherine that I was okay, for example?”

“No, that’s not how it works. I’m not bonded to her like I am to you.”

“Oh, I would have liked for her to know that I was well. She would like this place, too.”

“I’m sure that she knows you’re fine.”

“The rest of the team was instructed to say that I died here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t have much going for me on Earth, so really the only person who will miss me is Catherine.”

“I wish that I could contact her for you, but…”

“I know you have rules. I wouldn’t ask you to break them for me.”

Kyrie felt a lightening sensation in her head. “I think our time here is drawing to a close for now. I can feel it in my head. If you concentrate hard enough before going to sleep, you might be able to summon this place up. I don’t know. I’ll have to ask if anyone has ever shared a Dreamscape with a Tau’ri before. But I’ll be able to manifest this place whenever I want, so...I guess I’ll see you when I see you. I hope that Abydos is kinder to you than Earth was.”

“Thank you, Kyrie. I will see you...later, then.”

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7. Furling

When Kyrie fell asleep that night, she felt the familiar pull of the Dreamscape. She entered curiously. It had been a while since she had felt compelled to enter the Dreamscape the way she had felt compelled to enter the Fragment. 

When she exited the vines covering her side of the garden, she could see that Daniel was already waiting for her in the centre of it. He was smiling at her in a way that made her slightly uncomfortable. 

“This is new,” she commented, gesturing to the garden. “Summoning me here instead of to your base.”

“I went to sleep with your rock in my hand,” Daniel said with a cocky grin. “It worked.”

“I can see that,” Kyrie replied. “Why is it that you summoned me?”

“I’ve just come from an interesting place. I know what you are,” Daniel said. Kyrie tried not to freeze on his words. “We went to a planet that once was the meeting place of four great races. We recognised the writing of the Nox and the Asgard. There was a third writing, that we called the Ancients. And then there was a fourth, indecipherable except for the name of the race. The Furlings. You. You’re a Furling.”

Kyrie contemplated her response. Elder Rhea couldn’t very well blame her for revealing something Daniel Jackson had deduced on his own. “And you came to this deduction all on your own?”

“It makes sense. You said you had an alliance with the Asgard, you knew of the Nox, you withdrew from the galaxy. You. Are. A. Furling. You are a being of the fourth race.”

“I can’t very well deny it after you put it all together,” Kyrie said at last. 

“But why? Why be so secretive? Why withdraw from the universe?”

“When the Ancients left, and the Goa’uld began to crop up, and the Replicators began to threaten the Asgard...we decided that it was best to withdraw completely. We grounded all of our interstellar ships. The shipyards are rusting, before you ask. We closed off all of our colonies. We cloaked Illyria. For all intents and purposes, we disappeared. It was for our own protection.”

“But you could be helping the Asgard in their fight against the Replicators right now! You could have prevented the Goa’uld from rising to power if you had stayed.”

“I cannot and will not make excuses for my Elders or predict what we could have done. What we could be doing. It’s not my place. I am a Scholar, Daniel, not an Elder, not even an Elder to be. My sacred geometry did not predict that. I cannot simply criticise my governing body like you are asking me to do.” Kyrie’s voice sounded thick. 

“But you’re a Seer, and you said Seers had the power to guide-“

“Not that kind of power,” she responded uncomfortably. For once, Kyrie wanted to be the one with her head in her hands. “Look, I’m uncomfortable with some of the things I am directed to do, I admit. I did not want to conceal things from you. There are things I must yet conceal. I must ask you not to reveal what I am, should the occasion arise that I finally introduce myself to others of your kind. And I ask the Alchemy that you do not fall into the hands of a Goa’uld or other enemy who finds out of our existence from you…” Kyrie sighed. 

“I’m...sorry. I did not think of that. That the Goa’uld could have learned of you through me if…”

“By the Alchemy, it will never come up. But you must understand that our situation has become more complicated now. You cannot tell the Asgard of me, either, understand. It is very important...you must…the journey you are on right now is one that you must take alone with the Asgard for now. I- we- cannot help. Yet.”

“Well, that at least makes sense.”

“It does?” Kyrie asked, genuine surprise in her voice. 

“Yes. We must prove ourselves to the other races one at a time. We probably couldn’t handle two at a time. So yes, it makes sense.” 

“Oh. I will still be here, of course. I can answer questions- probably more, now that you know what I am. I just can’t offer you the aide you seek.”

“If you had just told me from the start, this would have been so much simpler.” Kyrie sighed. 

“Perhaps. Perhaps it would have been harder. It would have been nice if the Fragment had shown me this,” Kyrie said. 

“Not omnipotent, eh?” Daniel said with a smirk. 

“I never claimed to be,” Kyrie said, an edge to her voice. “Visions in the Fragment offer guidance, and then I must interpret that guidance to offer my own guidance.”

“So I’m getting secondhand guidance, is what you’re saying?”

“If you want to put it that way, yes. I would never lie to you outright.”

“But you would, as you say, conceal things from me.”

“I was ordered to. Surely there are things that you are ordered to do yourself that you do not like?”

“Yes, but-”

“Then you must respect that I have aspects of my life that are much the same. You and I are not that much different, Daniel Jackson.”

“You’re an alien with the power to see beyond and see my future, but if you want to call us ‘not that different’, sure, go ahead.”

“It is comments like that that make the Asgard and my Elders make comments of their own that allude to your race as children. You are one of the better of your kind. I expected better of you.”

“That was harsh.”

“That was the truth.”

“I’m glad I know what you are. I can learn so much from you.”

“If you could see it, you would see that I was rolling my eyes at you.”

“I still don’t fully understand the veil. Our conversations would make so much more sense if I were able to see your facial expressions. When others of your society veil, are their veils aways so opaque, or is that just a Seer thing?”

“I’m going to regret you knowing that I’m a Furling. You should just save your questions and live with us for a Cycle.”

“I’d rather know now.” Kyrie sighed.

“No, the veils are not always opaque. My mother veils because she likes it, but she wears sheer blue veils that match her outfits. And hers aren’t electronic like mine is. My eyes were damaged by the Fragment the first time I went into it. I can adjust how much light enters my field of vision with an electronic veil so that I can properly see. Seers wear opaque veils because our eyes are...unsettling to most.”

“In what way?”

“If you were a Furling child, I would demand an apology for nosiness.”

“But I’m not a Furling child.”

“No, you are a Scholar, and I am in a deep hole with you. When my eyes were damaged, they became an opaque, milky white. It is the Mark of the Seer. Most people don’t want to see that, so we veil.”

“That seems a little unfair to you.”

“It is the way we have lived for thousands of Cycles. I do not mind it. Besides, I get away with a lot of facial expressions that I would otherwise have to make apologies for were I not veiled, because I am terrible at masking my emotions. I was constantly having to apologise for them as a child.”

“I take it apologies are big in your society? You’ve mentioned having to make public ones before.”

“Ah yes, for the swimming clothes and the public rudeness. That was...not fun. My mother shrieked at me over the holoscreen for my indecency despite my explanation. Yes. We are an ultra-polite society. There are standard apologies for most everything. Your Colonel will offend a great many of us when he comes to visit. I do not need a Vision to know that.” Daniel chuckled at this.

“He offends a great many people on our world as well. It’s kind of his thing.”

“Mmm. I advise you to do the bulk of the talking on your official visit here.”

“And you won’t give me a hint of when that might be?”

“You know me better than that by now, Daniel.”

“It was worth a try.”

“If we stay here talking, will our bodies experience actual rest?”

“Not entirely, so no, I will not let you keep me here the entire time to answer your questions. Besides, time passes differently in the Dreamscape than in the real world, never mind the differences between Illyria and Earth. I do have a job and a life, as do you. They will come searching for me if I do not appear on time, and though my Krewe leader is somewhat understanding of my...situation, I do not wish to overstep my boundaries with them. I’ve already fainted once on the worksite and left early another time.”

“Your work, do you enjoy it?”

“Immensely. Our forebears are fascinating. They did not use the Fragment or Seers to guide their lives as we do now. Learning about them and adding to the body of knowledge is quite satisfying.”

“I know what you mean. I’ve been to dozens of worlds now, and we’ve learned so much about Earth cultures just from visiting other worlds- it has been amazing. Some worlds are like living museums. I wish I could spend more time studying, but unfortunately my team is assigned to do a lot more than just study.”

“You will have your fill of studying one day, Daniel.”

“Another Vision of my future?”

“No, just a hunch. Everyone retires from active roles in their own time to do research, at least on Illyria. I suspect it’s the same on Earth.”

“Why isn’t the Seer destined to bring the Tau’ri to Illyria an Earth scholar instead?”

“That would be too easy. We have Earth scholars. There are more Furlings than you think on Earth monitoring different Timelines and ensuring that events happen as planned.”

“That’s a little…interventionist.”

“We’re all over the universe. It’s what we’ve always done. As soon as Lakme and Lakira charted the stars, we were out there, in the universe, doing what we did best.”

“But I thought you said your ancestors didn’t follow the Fragment or Seers?”

“They didn’t, not at first. They didn’t understand the Fragment for a long time. But there was just this innate sense of knowing among our people of how to guide civilisations or people or places along the right path without fully getting involved.”

“For millennia, leading right up to you.”

“Leading right up to me.”

“I suppose this is where I should stop asking questions and let you go with grace.”

“Perhaps for now. I have answered many of your questions tonight without very much ducking about the subject. You should be glad.”

“I am. Thank you for not ducking my questions tonight.”

“Thank you for not dragging me into the Fragment. The Dreamscape is a far kinder place to meet. Stay well. We will meet again soon.”

“I hope so. You stay well, too.”

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5. Help

Months passed before Kyrie saw Daniel in her Dreamscape again. She would occasionally summon it up, just to make sure everything was fine there, but she never summoned Daniel there. There was no need. She knew that when the time came, they would come back together. She was not expecting to be summoned to the Dreamscape in the middle of the day, however.

Kyrie was with her Krewe in Rata Pten, studying a newly opened part of the site. Kyrie thought maybe she had stood up too fast until an image of the Fragment grove appeared before her eyes. She didn’t have time to say anything before she hit the ground in a dead faint, her Krewe members crowding around her in concern.

Kyrie woke with a start in the Dreamscape garden, cursing. She picked herself up off the ground and brushed her white uniform off. She looked up, and Daniel was approaching her from his side of the garden at a run. She put her hands up, and a hedge grew between her and Daniel, preventing him from reaching her. Well this is new, she thought to herself.

“Kyrie!” Daniel called to her, picking helplessly at the hedge. “You have to help me!”

“How did you summon me here?” Kyrie asked, a little unnerved at just being plucked out of the world like that. 

“I’ve been in the garden for hours, and finally you appeared. Your Fragment must have finally decided to bring you here or something. Listen, something has happened. The Goa’uld came back to Abydos. They took Sha’re and Skaara. They obliterated the settlement. You have to help me get them back.”

Kyrie’s face fell. So Daniel’s peace had come to an end so soon. “Daniel, I-”

“Don’t tell me you can’t help. You have to. You said you were the Keeper of my Timeline. It’s not supposed to end this way.”

“Daniel, I’m a Keeper. I don’t intervene like...like that. I can’t just get them back for you.”

“There has to be something you can do,” he said desperately.

“Daniel, my people don’t even have access to weapons,” Kyrie said softly. “I couldn’t go after them.”

“But some of your people have special abilities. You’ve alluded to them before. You could get a team and-”

“Daniel, you know that’s not how it works.” His head dropped, and he took his glasses off. Kyrie waved a hand, and the hedge disappeared. A bench appeared in its place. “Sit.” He did, and he put his head in his hands, much like he did the first time they met. “I am so sorry for your loss, Daniel, but as I told you before, Abydos was your beginning, not your end. You are meant to be with the Tau’ri, not the Abydonians.”

“But Sha’re and Skaara-”

“Your mission to free them from the Goa’uld will have far reaching consequences. Your life on Earth was not over when you left a year ago. It was merely...dormant. You carry a great deal of sorrow with you now, but that sorrow will teach you great compassion. Do not forget your compassion as you go forth in your mission. I am sorry that I cannot do more for you now.” They sat in silence. 

Kyrie got up and began pacing back and forth. There had to be a better way for him to contact her than to just sit in the Dreamscape and will her to appear. She couldn’t just be fainting everywhere, either. This was her Dreamscape. She made the rules here. She picked up a palm-sized stone from the ground and concentrated on making it round and smooth. She then made it milky-white in colour, thinking of her eyes. He wouldn’t make the association, but she would. She approached him again.

“Open your hand,” she said. When he looked up at her, she held out the stone to him. Daniel took it from her and ran his thumb over the milky surface. “Next time you need me, take this and concentrate on me. Hopefully it will summon me to the Fragment or to the Dreamscape instead of just...taking me.”

“Taking you?” Daniel asked confusedly. 

“I was at work when I was summoned here. All I remember is hitting the ground in a dead faint and waking up here. Hopefully summoning me with the stone will be a more natural process.”

“Oh.”

“I have to go now. I don’t know what is happening with my body and need to find out. But I have faith in you, Daniel Jackson. Your path will not be smooth, but it will be true. The answers you seek will come to you in time.” In a rare gesture of affection, Kyrie laid her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it before leaving him to contemplate the stone.

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Stargate Masterlist

The Seer Chronicles A collection of stories relating to Kyrie, a Furling Seer, and Daniel Jackson. 1. Kyrie, House Tethyos 2. Seers 3. Fragment 4. Dreamscape 5. Help 6. Asgard 7. Furling 8. The Many Lives and Deaths of Daniel Jackson 9. Stuck

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9. Stuck

I’ve been so terrible about updating, so I’m going to give you a couple of updates today.

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It had been a few months, but Daniel was once again summoned to the Dreamscape. When he entered, it was to find Kyrie laying on the grass, looking up at the stars. He looked up in wonder. He had never seen the Dreamscape at night before.

“Kyrie?” She sat up and looked in his direction.

“Oh good, you’re finally here. I’ve been here for ages.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t feel the pull of the Dreamscape, otherwise I would have come sooner.”

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t summon you here for news or anything.”

“Oh? Then why am I here?”

“I’m...bored.”

“You’re bored?”

“I suppose that you could say that I am...stuck...right now. So I am in a deep state of meditation until they get me un-stuck.”

“You’re...stuck? Where?” Kyrie sighed.

“In Rata Pten, outside one of the ancient labs. I accidentally triggered a trap.”

“A trap?” Kyrie sighed again, frustration evident in her voice.

“Yes, a trap. I’m ashamed of myself. The ancient labs are a lot like puzzles, you see. In the old days, there was a lot of rivalry between them. Our society was not so peaceful as it is now. So they would put out traps and make getting into their labs sort of like a puzzle, to prevent their discoveries from falling into other hands.”

“And you triggered one.”

“Yes.”

“Dare I ask what is happening to your body right now?” Kyrie clicked her tongue against her teeth.

“I am...suspended in a viscous purple material. I cannot move or talk. I can breathe, but that’s about it. My krewe mates are trying to extract me now, but they said it might be some time before they get me out. They took samples of the material I’m suspended in to several labs.”

Daniel couldn’t help himself. He started laughing. Kyrie flopped back down in the grass.

“It’s not funny. It’s humiliating. No one has triggered a trap in several Cycles. We had a betting pool on who would trigger the next. I am unhappy to be the one, and now I owe the others quite a sum.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that...you’re always on my case about this mistake or that, and now you’ve made a royal mistake and are trapped in some sort of goo, and quite frankly, it’s hilarious.”

“I made a mistake in summoning you here.”

“No, no, I’ll keep you company. Tell me more about your work. You’ve alluded to it in the past, but you haven���t told me much about it.”

“I work on a research krewe in the ancient capital, Rata Pten. There are several krewes in Rata Pten, but ours specifically deals with the ancient labs. We’re opening them one by one.”

“And they’ve been sealed all this time?”

“Ever since the first City Cubes were built.”

“Why did they just abandon Rata Pten?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. And we’re fascinated with what we’re finding in the labs. Sometimes what we find informs us of customs we’ve had for thousands of years. Sometimes we find things that even we find alien.”

“Thousands of years? How old is this city?”

“The first City Cubes were founded by the High Houses around 10 million years ago. Our first records of Furlings going into the Fragment occur about 5 million years ago. Rata Pten is older than the City Cubes by much longer than that, probably about 20 to 25 million of your Earth years old.” Daniel’s eyebrows were almost in his hair.

“You’re that old?”

“I told you that we were old, Daniel. You know that we’re one of the four races.”

“When did you start exploring the stars?

“Lakme and Lakira were the first to chart the stars. They recorded the stars around our planet early in the history of Rata Pten. When the Ancients came, they used our star charts to create the Stargates for this galaxy and yours.”

“So you’ve been in space for millions of years…”

“Yes.”

“This is incomprehensible to me, that you’ve been out there for that long.”

“We don’t know of any other race that has been out here for longer, save for the Ancients.”

“How did you not, I don’t know, fizzle out?”

“There are several dark times in our history where we very nearly did. The time just before we created the City Cubes was one such time. The labs were at war with one another. The City Cubes- and the Houses- brought peace. They established the Rules of Order that we still live by today.”

“Every time I think I have grown accustomed to you, you set me on my head.”

“I am...sorry. I know our history can be a lot. Try being the legacy to it.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. So what happens when they get you free?”

“I will get a lecture from my Krewe leader, probably a stay in a decontamination chamber. I’ll have to withdraw some money to pay off my krewe-mates. Iris will laugh her way into the next City Cube when she finds out.”

“Is Iris part of your social unit?”

“Yes, she’s my best friend. We met in Seer school, for lack of a better term for it. She was three Cycles ahead of me.” 

Kyrie’s body jolted. Daniel jumped.

“Kyrie, are you alright?” She sucked in a long breath.

“They freed my body. I- fell. I’m afraid our time here is over for now.” She sighed. “Time to face the Alchemy.” She waved goodbye and disappeared.

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8. The Many Lives and Deaths of Daniel Jackson

Daniel appeared that night in the Dreamscape. He shivered. It was better than the nightmares he had been having. He made his way out to Kyrie, who was sitting on a bench in the centre of the garden.

“I have to say, your invitation to the Dreamscape was rather welcome.”

“Has your sleep been disturbed?”

“Something like that.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm? That’s all I get? No advice?”

“I can’t fix your sleep, Daniel.”

“I know, I know. You can’t intervene.”

“No, I mean I couldn’t fix your sleep even if I tried. The realm of dreams is beyond even our control. Unfortunately you must work out for yourself what they are trying to tell you.”

“I guess it makes me feel a little bit better to know that you struggle with bad dreams, too, then.”

“Dream-telling is an integral part of Furling life. As children, we are taught to tell our dreams over our morning meal and discuss them with our parents. It helps us to process them. I once struggled with a nightmare for months as a child that I had a hard time describing, but eventually it went away once I could sufficiently describe and process it.”

“So are you telling me to find a therapist?”

“I am willing to listen to your dreams, Daniel.”

“Who listens to yours?”

“I have a social unit, Daniel. I am not a loner, just because I am a Seer.”

“I just assumed that because you had moved away from your family…”

“If you do not naturally form a social unit, you are assigned one.”

“You’re assigned friends? That’s...weird.”

“No, it is sensible. And you are Matched, so it’s not like you are assigned to strangers. They share common interests with you, or perhaps your job assignment. The system is very thorough.”

“It’s still a little weird.”

“It’s something that you will come to understand, in time, if you are to live with us.”

“I’m sorry, live with you? Did I miss something?”

Kyrie sighed, as if she were talking to an errant child. “If we had stuck to the subject as I had planned, no, you wouldn’t have. But you ask a lot of questions.”

“I’m sorry for being curious?”

“Daniel, I want to talk to you about your death.” Daniel scooted away from her almost unconsciously.

“That went from 0 to 60 very quickly,” Daniel said.

“How many times have you died now? Three times? Four times? I thought you were the clever one on your team. Why do you die so much?”

“Technically I’ve only actually died three times. The fourth time, they just thought I was dead because an alien implanted memories of my death in my team’s head.” Kyrie gave Daniel what would have been a baleful look if he could have seen it. 

“That’s three times too many for someone your age. You don’t have your affairs in order. You just...let things happen.”

“I do so have things in order. I have a will now.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about what happens after your death.”

“I don’t believe in an afterlife, so that’s a moot point.”

“There may not be an afterlife in the way you perceive one to be, but there is a next step. Daniel, the Furling Elders would like to extend the offer to you to be reborn on Illyria after your real, final death.” Daniel gave Kyrie an incredulous look.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Upon your death, your final one, not some mishap where you’ll be resurrected by a rite or a sarcophagus or your own sheer will, your body will be brought to the Fragment, as are the bodies of others who choose rebirth at the end of their Cycles. Upon the renewal of the Cycle, you will be reborn into a new body. Essentially, you will become a Furling. You will be given the chance to learn about us in a way that you never imagined, by becoming one of us.”

“And they’re just giving me this opportunity, no strings attached?”

“Oh, you’ll be bound to the world for a certain period of time, likely 13 Cycles and until you’ve experienced the Fragment for the first time. Until you’ve grown accustomed to our ways. But after that, you would be able to negotiate. They might let you off-world to study other cultures. We have off-world scholars, after all. I do not know. But I do know that you are being given a rare chance at a...call it a second chance, since you do not believe in afterlives.”

“And if I don’t take this chance?”

“Then you will return to the Eternal Alchemy, as we all do in the end. As your Earth Bible says, ‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.’ In the end, we’re all just stardust.”

“This is a lot to think about.”

“Understandably. I simply was to present you with the offer. After all, your death is not imminent or anything.” Kyrie uncomfortably put off the vision of Daniel Jackson lying on the medical bed wrapped in bandages.

“Well, thank you. And tell your Elders that I say thank you. It is quite an offer for a simple man like me.” Kyrie laughed.

“Daniel Jackson, you are anything but a simple man.”

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