Our Hero

(An Old Stargate SG-1 Fan fic I wrote)

Our Hero

This is a fic, about Cu'chulain. What would have happened if the
Gou'ald posed as the Gaelic hero Cu'chulain.

This is how I would feel if Cu'chulain, the great Irish hero had been a Gou'ald
Three days he had waited. He had watched the Suns rise. He slept
under strange stars. His body still, his mind racing....

It was only 5 days ago they came to this world. It seemed like the
same old, same old.
DJ enthused over the culture. ``The living history `'Like a kid in a
toyshop. Sam took soil samples and readings
While Teal'c questioned the local's on the Gou'ald. It looked like a
host world. The Snakes hadn't been around for a while though.

He was ready to pack up and go home and get a shower, and a cup of coffee
Then he heard a name…
Cu'chulain…
Daniel found himself checking his watch again. He had been doing that
a lot for the past three Days.
It had all started on that world, P4X 827. It was a host world.
Inhabited either by the descendant's of the Dalriadan Scots or the
Ancient Irish. He remembered he had been questioning one of the
natives about the Gou'ald. It seemed that the local's had been paying
there sons and daughters to Cu'chulain.
A thousand papers flashed across his mind. Cu'chulain literally the
Hound of Chulain. An ancient hero, The Celtic Achilles! Probably of
Solar significance!
He smiled to himself remembering that he had once again had the
proof he had needed to prove the theories he had been laughed out
Academia for. Just that he couldn't tell anyone who'd care.
``Cu'chulain, you mean Setanta, Cu'chulain. The hound of Chulain? Is
that who you mean?
The Son of Lugh?'' Daniel felt his draw drop. He had never seen
Jack take such an interest in the historical background to a world.
Seeing the Villagers nod in agreement. He ventured ``Jack?''
The Colonel's sudden and indeed unprecedented interest had not gone
unnoticed by rest of SG1.
Sam had finished taking her soil samples and was now standing beside
them.
``Hey! What's going on?''
Jack was miles actually probably light-years away.

Daniel began.`` The villagers were just
telling us about the local Gou'ald. Cu'chulain.''
`` Cu Chulain?''
``Yeah an ancient Celtic hero. The name literally means the Hound of
Chulain. He got the name…''
`` He killed the blacksmith's dog, and left him defenceless, and so he
told him he would be his
Guard dog until he could train a new one. His real name was Setanta.
He was the son of the Sun god
Lugh and a mortal woman. The greatest of the hero's of Ulster.''
``Where you'd learn this Colonel?''
``My Grandfather.''
He remembered the smell; it used to get everywhere. He remembered
he used to watch his grandfather cramming tobacco into his pipe. And
then sitting back in his chair. He could hear the fire crackling in
the back. He remembered listening.
``Would you like me to tell you a story Jack? Shall I tell you the
tale of Cu'chulain the bravest of the all the hero's of Ulster?''
He would listen, he heard of Cu'chulain challenge the boy troop of
Ulster to a game of Hurling. In his mind he could see it. Never mind
the events his grandfather spoke of would have happened thousands of
miles away centuries ago. He could see Cu'chulain racing with
Hurley, the other boys behind him, breathless and bloodied. The
parents of the vanquished, offering consoling words.
Cold dragged him back to the here and now. Jack fumbled with the
collar of his jacket. After fetching for a pair of gloves out of his
rucksack. He cleaned the lens for the thousandth time. He began to
wait again.
Looking back he guessed he'd never really given it much thought.

He knew that the Gou'ald posed as Gods. Then he never had known anyone
to take the day off because it was Ra's birthday. He knew it
mattered to Teal'c. He knew the big guy burned in rage whenever he
thought of the ``false Gods'' He knew it was part of the reason why
the government did not admit to the existence of the SGC.
Yet if he was honest he had never really given it much thought. The
fact that people spent their lives worshipping gods that despised
humanity. Serving parasites in the bodies of Children. That sort of
stuff was for Daniel. Even when they visited that world full of
Christian's. It weren't something he thought about.
Hell since when did the Air Force want thinkers!
Cu chulain,
He'd actually bought a Charlie a book, Irish myths and saga's. He'd
been at Shannon Airport, for a stopover. Returning home after
spending some time in the Mid east. He always meant to read it to
him, but he never really had the time, he was away on work. It was
always something. It was probably somewhere in Charlie's room now.
Gathering dust.
He would have told his son those stories, he would have told Charlie…
The Star-gate flashed into life.
He knew he had, too do it. He could have just told the locals to bury
the gate, like they always did. That wouldn't be enough. He knew it
had to end. When he told Hammond, what he was planning the General
was about to give him the brush off. Then Hammond caught his eyes.
Sighed to himself and told him to go ahead. Teal'c had offered to
accompany him, but no he had to do this alone.
He breathed in, as soon as he saw the figure step through the gate.
Through the cross hairs he saw him. He saw Cu'chulain . Watching He
who his grandfather knew only from stories learned sitting at the
knee of his grandfather. He saw the wild yellow hair, the smooth
skin of his face.
He squeezed the trigger
He saw him fall, he saw him bleed.
Clambering out from under the trees, that had been his entire world
for the last three days. He ran for the gate. He reached for his
side arm. He was close enough. That he could hear that damn snake
hissing. Taking aim with his pistol, he fired another shot into the
body.
The hissing stopped.
He turned around. He walked back to the trees. He rolled up his
sleeping bag, and tucked it under his rucksack. He slung the rifle
over his shoulder. Headed for the gate.
Several of the Villagers had yielded to their curiosity. One of the younger
men approached. He saw the body on the ground, looking at Jack

``Cu chulain?'' The voice was shaky

Jack stopped, he looked at the man, There was only one way to be sure they understood

Standing over his foe, Jack reached into his chest. His hands sticky with blood Jack tore the Gou'ald from out of him. Feeling his stomach begin to turn. Jack cast the lifeless parasite to his companion
``Cu chulain''

He felt the young mans eyes on him, Charlie would be his age if he'd
lived

``Chuir se n ageta realta fobhealach''  Commanded the Colonel

 

Turning his back Jack left the Crowd, and their questions. He'd get
plenty where he was going anyway.
As he dialled, for Home. Jack realised for, the first time in ages he
really wanted a cigarette
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