Title: Nothing New Under the Sun

Author: Jedi Buttercup

Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.

Rating: PG

Summary: Jonas had never even had the slightest suspicion that she wasn't what she seemed. 300 words.

Spoilers: Stargate SG-1 "Fallout" (7.14)

Notes: For glamgeek, who requested SG-1, Jonas, warm. Jonas isn't my strong suit, but I gave it a shot; I'd always wondered about the aftermath of this particular episode.

--------------------

"I know you may find this hard to believe," Kianna's words echoed in his mind, "but she appreciated everything that you did for her. What you tried to do."

*She* appreciated. She, the Goa'uld. The woman Jonas had worked with, had fallen in love with over the last several months-- she'd been one of Ba'al's lackeys the entire time, and he'd had no idea. She'd been brilliant, affectionate, and fun, nothing like the cruel, egocentric control freaks he'd run into before; he'd never had even the slightest suspicion that she wasn't what she seemed.

He scrubbed a hand across tired eyes, then turned over, tangling the bedsheets with his feet. He found himself reaching automatically for the space beside him-- then registering, once again, the absence of warmth. Kianna wasn't in the bathroom, wasn't fixing tea in the kitchen; she wasn't *here* at all, because *she* wasn't the one who'd loved him back. She'd smiled at him as they spoke, the first time it had actually been her he was talking to-- but the spark he'd always seen in her eyes before had been missing.

Jonas still didn't know how he was supposed to feel about-- everything. How much of the Goa'uld's behavior had been based on the real Kianna's personality-- and did that mean he had any chance at winning her back? It felt awkward, to mourn the death of a woman whose face he still saw daily; it felt like a betrayal, to know the first and greatest of the personal ties he'd formed after returning to his homeworld had been to a creature whose greatest ambition had been to conquer it.

He snorted into his pillow. Nearly a year after leaving Earth, and he was *still* living out a distorted script from the life of Daniel Jackson.

-~-