Whispers

A/N: This is the other side of Gregorian Slip.

I do not own these characters.


At first it was just a job.

She was chosen, out of all of The Others, to watch this strange group. They hadn’t given her permission to interfere, (they never would), but nudge on the other hand… The strange group had come from this world’s future and she was to observe if the presence of three humans and one Jaffa would affect the future of the Tau’ri.

She watched as the four realized they were trapped and the reactions to it. After so long in this plane their actions seemed strange, alien, and she found herself caring about these individuals, these lower beings. It was no longer just a job; Oma became their ‘guardian angel.’

While not exactly easy, it was simple to watch without interfering. The four handled things with the up most delicacy, preventing what could be major changes to this world. Still, she was pained to know that their grief was still strong, even after so many months in this time. She took comfort from the fact that they were together and able comfort each other, even if that comfort took a different form between two of their number. She would not have thought much of this comfort if not for what had occurred.

A child was conceived.

This was not unusual. Children were conceived on this world all the time, it was the nature of that child that was concerning. She recognized its essence, its ‘soul’ for lack of a better term. The unborn child’s soul burned brightly, burning with the exact same intensity as the man the two traveled with. Two souls never matched so well, and she concluded that the two souls were, in reality, the same soul.

It took her some time to figure out what had happened, or what was going to happen. Based on her observations and her knowledge, she knew that the four would eventually leave…but the child must stay.

This knowledge broke her heart, but the timeline must remain unchanged or severe consequences could occur. So she whispered.

She whispered to the woman’s heart, whispered into her dreams, “The child must stay.”

As the time of their departure grew closer, the four became more eager, less grief-stricken, but the woman knew. Knew what Oma had whispered was true. But she did not speak.

For months, while the child grew inside her, the woman said nothing. So Oma whispered again, this time to the father. She whispered into his heart, prayed on his greatest fears. He did not speak.

It wasn’t until just before the child was born, that it was spoken.

But Oma could not leave it there. She sought out the best people for the child, nudged them to be in the right place at the right time. Whispered to the woman that these people would care for her son. Helped her, however subtly, handover her son to strangers, whispering soothing words to ease the pain of separation, for she knew they would not be separated for long.

Then she watched.

She split her time between the four and the child, before the four returned to their own time. Then she guarded the child alone. Fate took his new parents after only a short time, and her heart broke as she could do nothing to help them. But she stayed and she watched after him as much as possible.

When he was the one to figure out the long buried Stargate, she worried.

When his father, who knew nothing of his living son, fingered his gun, she whispered.

When the child was killed protecting his father, she wept.

When the child stood in the same room as his parents and wife on a far off world, she smiled.