Introduction
He descended the transport on a land that was quite similar to Greece, or at least to what he thought Greece should look like since he never actually went there. The dizziness of the travel finally started to diminish. He looked at the horizon and saw the population of the land looking at him and then to the following passengers that came out.
Cries of happiness and screams of joy were exchanged in front of him. However, he was the only one whom didn't have someone waiting for him. He actually was here to find someone. A cool wind moved his black hair as he stood at the side waiting for the multitude to diminish. Once he thought he would be able to leave without harm, he grabbed his duffel bag and got out of the ship port.
"Hi, you are not from here?" a soft voice said and he turned around. The soft voice belonged to a beautiful blonde girl who looked not older than 30; by her side a tall man scrutinized him.
"Uh, no"
"So, newcomer; what brings you to this estranged planet?" she asked with a soft smile.
"I'm looking for the Council Members O'Neill and Carter," the couple in front of him exchanged a glance and she nodded.
"And you are?" the man asked.
"I'm here to clean their names"
"How so? I didn't know they were dirty, " she dismissed.
"Well, apparently Earth is beginning to de-classify some things and there are being not too 'calm' with the situation of the Council Members. I just want to hear their story; the true history from the lips of those whom actually lived it"
"So you are a journalist then, " she affirmed again looking at her companion. "You'll have to go up that hill and when you find a gate; then you'll know you have arrived to your destination"
"Oh, thanks… who are you? If I may ask"
"You may ask," the girl smiled brightly, her blue eyes shimmering with joy.
"But it doesn't mean that we will answer," the man finished, and before the journalist could say anything else, the couple disappeared into the still leaving crowd.
He looked towards the hill the woman had pointed him and sighed. He looked around trying to find a way to go there, like a cab, tube, or whatever means they would have there for fast transport in the land, disappointingly he found nothing, at least nothing that he knew and decided a long walk was in order.
"I heard they would finally bring the Stargate out, it kind of is already way passing that point. But I never believed that we would get to see the day they would declassify our past," he said to his wife.
"Well, I guess that 100% humans are finally evolving; or maybe the constant exchange with other planets has them wondering if what they hear out there is actually true"
"Ok, but what do you think we should do about him, " he said, pointing to the guy they just left behind; brown eyes looked straight into blue ones.
"I think it's time to come out of hiding"
"I have to agree"
With that; the seemingly young couple pressed their bracelets and disappeared to their home at the top of the hill, behind a gate…. Where they would be expecting a journalist to come and dig their past.
45 years had come to pass since the last year of his work at the SGC, before he was transferred to the Home World Security, 45 years had come to pass since her first last day at SGC and they both knew this for sure since 44 years had come to pass from the birth of their first born when he was 53 years old and she was 37.
14 years had come to pass since the last time they saw the Earth. 14 years since they came to this planet to be what they were destined to be according to the 4 Races. 14 years had come to pass since they took their place as the Council Members representing the 5th Race.
But then again, time wasn't something that worried to the 97 years old man or to the 81 years old woman. It used to… but it was something on their past and 37 years had come to pass since that date back in 2013 when they were called for the mission that changed their concept of time forever.
And that wasn't something there were going to dwell into now; knowing full well that, their looks, forever stuck at the end of the maturity of their bodies, would be one of the first questions to be brought up by that journalist who would get to their gates in a couple hours. Giving them enough time to prepare for what was at stake for them.
They might not be living on Earth anymore, but their kids (at least the ones legally adults) did and growing up under the Earth's standards they knew full well what your parent's situation could cause to your own under Earth's idiosyncrasy.
An hour later, the gates opened to let the black haired reporter in to the Council Members lands. He turned around to thank the man who got him a ride to the gate, but the guy wasn't there anymore and before he could move forward a voice interrupted him just like in the morning
"Hi, they are expecting you," said a girl that looked like a younger version of the woman he saw that morning on the port. She smiled at him.
"They are?"
"Yes, they knew you would be coming. I take Randall gave you a ride?" before he could actually answer she started walking and he almost had to ran to follow. "They asked Randall to bring you up; the walk from the port can take a full day if you don't know your way, " she added as explanation.
"Oh, that's why someone coming down the hill actually stopped and returned uphill!" He said and she smiled "So, may I ask your name?" to this she smiled brightly
"You may ask…" she turned to open the door "but I might not answer. This way please"
The door opened to a white marble corridor that ended on a bright hall. At the end of the hall, two staircases surrounded the area leading to; what he supposed, was the living part of the house. He saw similar corridors that parted to right and left as she moved to the right one. They passed a couple doors and then she opened the last one.
The room was a gigantic space, the left and right walls were covered on a book case covered with books on a library fashion; in front of each wall a mahogany desk occupied the center. The last wall was mostly windows, beside the left desk window a telescope stood right next to comfortable looking black leather sofa. On the right window, all sorts of equipment he never saw before was organized on a high table. In the middle of that wall, glass doors lead to a garden covered with all sorts of weird flowers ending on a glass gazebo hanging off the end of the cliff.
He looked in awe how the position of the structure gave him the sense of floating, the glass floor, allowing seeing the sea beneath it and the glass walls, allowing seeing the sun setting on the horizon and at the center of the gazebo, looking to the sun setting a couple stood elegantly.
He had brown hair and was taller than her, dressed in a white linen pants and a flowery shirt. She was dressed with a blue summer dress and her long blonde hair was dancing freely with the wind brought by the open windows.
"Hello there, can we have your name?" the woman said just as they entered the gazebo. "Thanks Aila, we will take it from here, " she smiled sweetly to the girl.
"Mom, dad; I'll let you know when dinner's ready then," They nodded and she left
"We are still waiting for your name, Mister" the man said.
"I'm Malcolm Wells. You talked to me this morning! Why did you bring me here if you knew beforehand who I was looking for?"
"Because you wanted to talk with the Council Members" he stated and then he pointed to them.
"I don't get…" he started and the man just raised his hand.
"We ARE the Council members you are looking for, " he said
"I'm Samantha Carter and this is my husband Jack O'Neill" the woman said and extended her hand for him to shake it.
"You are?"
"Yes" they both nodded.
"That's unexpected"
"How come?"
"You don't look…."
"Old?" Jack supplied, Malcolm nodded "Yeah, well, it's a long story"
"We talked with Alex and she told us what you said this morning is true. Therefore, we decided to give you our version of the history. Although, we will ask you to sign a confidentiality agreement that you won't publish any part of what we might say that isn't declassified. Is this fair to you?"
"Absolutely"
"Then, let's go back to our office. There you can set whatever you need to set and get the ball rolling," Jack said clapping his hand.
