Episode 1: Closer to Fine. Part 8 - Twice as Cloudy as I'd Been the Night Before
December 20, 2010
I shouldn’t be feeling this good, Kathleen thought giddily, as the van careened through the still-dark streets of another St. Petersburg morning rush hour. I’ve had hardly any sleep, I spent most of last night with an irritating archaeologist, I’m probably going to get killed by an insane Russian driver, and I can’t find a decent cup of coffee in this town. Oh yes. And I’m about to deal with Rasputin.
Still, she couldn’t deny that she was feeling an odd exhilaration about everything as she explained the situation to the rest of SG-17. “What worries me most,” she concluded, “is that Yusef seemed to be talking about the possibility that Kresnik would come back. The canopic jar might be on some sort of a timer, set to release him at some specific point.”
“Then would it not be safest for me to enter the room first?” asked Ked’rec. “Since I cannot be a potential host.”
Kathleen nodded. “Definitely. And Mr. Healy, you’ll go in too, for backup.” She gave them a brief grin. “We’ll send in the people with No Vacancy.”
Dr. Hramov, of course, was harder to convince. “Why do they get to go?” he argued, when they reached Yusupov Palace and told him about the plan. “I should be in the first group to go down there! I must be the first to see it! This is a priceless archaeological find! A national treasure – ”
“And a dangerous situation,” Kathleen told him firmly. “Those two have special skills that will enable them to deal with it safely.”
“Special skills,” Hramov scoffed. “American technical school again. Do you expect me to believe – “
Kathleen cut him off before he could go any further with his skepticism about any ‘special skills’ that Joe and Ked’rec might have. “You’re staying up here.” She tried a smile. “With me. And Reinhart.” And won’t that be fun, she thought.
* * *
The metal rings of the transporter zipped up around Joe and Ked’rec, and with a flash of light the two men disappeared from the mausoleum. Twenty feet down, another set of rings rose up, with them still in the center, uneasily back to back with their weapons raised. They had never been this close to each other before, but in the face of potential battle, their instincts took over – both men held their breath, on edge and waiting for the strike that they feared might come the moment the rings retreated.
And then…nothing happened. The room was empty, its walls shimmering with gold surfaces and heavily inscribed with Goa’uld characters. Orieth shivered. I haven’t seen a room like this since the last time I was on a Goa’uld mothership.
Deep silence rose as the whizzing sound of the ring transporter died away, and for a long moment, the two men stood motionless.
“No snakes?” Joe finally said. Orieth sent a wave of exasperation through his mind at the phrasing, but he pushed it away with a snort and started lowering his weapon slowly.
“Indeed, the symbiote does not appear to have escaped,” Ked’rec agreed.
“Okay, then. Let’s see what we’ve got here.”
“We have reached our destination, Major Fitzgerald,” Ked’rec said into his radio. “And the canopic jar appears to be intact.”
Kathleen’s voice crackled over the radio in response. “Good. Still, be careful down there. Call if you need backup.”
“We will indeed,” Ked’rec replied.
Joe was already out of the circle of the ring transporter, exploring the small, sparse room. There was hardly anything in it except for a long low counter, glowing faintly yellow against the golden walls, on which sat a tall canopic jar inscribed with Goa’uld characters. His eyes flashed briefly, and when he spoke, it was with Orieth’s resonant voice. “Kresnik,” Orieth read from the jar.
“You are positive that the seal has not been broken?”
“Oh, yes, I’m fairly sure that I would be able to tell if the jar had been opened.” Orieth moved closer, reaching out one hand ever so slightly, but still not willing to touch it. “And the jar’s naquadah mechanisms are still operational, too, so if Kresnik is still in the jar, then he’s being kept alive.” Deep inside, Joe gave an involuntary shudder at the sensation of the naquadah close to his hand.
You’ll get used to it, Orieth reassured him yet again.
That’s what you said last time., Joe retorted. Hasn’t worked yet.
“Should we bring the canopic jar back up to the surface?” Ked’rec asked, breaking in on the internal dialogue.
“Oh, yes. I’m certain that they will want to take it back to the SGC for observation.”
The rings zipped up and down again, returning the Tok’ra, the Jaffa, and the jar to the surface. Hramov immediately rushed towards them. “Is that it? Do you have it? Let me see!”
Reinhart exchanged a quick glance with Kathleen, then cleared his throat loudly, stepping between Hramov and the jar. “Are you sure it’s in there?”
The Tok’ra’s eyes closed briefly, as Orieth gathered his concentration to speak in Joe’s voice. “The seal hasn’t been broken, and the mechanism is still working. But without some way of looking inside, we can’t know for certain whether Kresnik is inside.”
“Would an X-ray work on something like that?” Reinhart wondered.
Reluctantly, Kathleen turned to Hramov for confirmation. “I don’t think so…”
“No, it wouldn’t.” Hramov was already starting to puff up with pride at being an authority. “But there are…” He fumbled for the English words, then shook his head. “I have a friend who is a doctor at the university hospital. I think he may let us use some of the other kinds of scanners that they have there.”
“MRIs,” Joe muttered. “Great.”