The Fall of Iconia

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Jean Luc Picard, his son, Janus, and Daniel Jackson were seated comfortably in the living area of the Admiral's quarters at Deep Space Nine. They were discussing many things, including the three hundred thousand years that the Q had been unable to use their powers.

"Time was moving at different speeds all over the multiverse. In our particular galaxy, it was moving at a different rate than it did in a galaxy billions of lightyears from here," Janus was saying.

"Billions of lightyears is purely arbitrary then, Janus," Picard stated as he poured himself another cup of Earl Grey. "If time is fluctuating, the speed of light will as well."

"I suppose that is true," Janus replied. "But my point is this, Father: the lack of paranormal happenings on Earth, in the last five or six hundred years, directly correlates with the three hundred thousand year jump of the Iconians."

"That's rubbish, and you know it. The positions of stellar objects do not support your claim."

"No, they don't," Janus said. "However, look at the Mayan calendar. They were watching the stars, and they gave up, because things no longer made sense. Everything changed, from their perspective, so they stopped making their calendar at December 21st, 2012."

"So you're saying that is why people, in the twentieth and early twenty-first centuries said that the Mayans predicted the end of the world?"

"They didn't predict anything, Father. They just couldn't figure it out." Janus got a wicked grin on his face as he continued. "The people in the late nineteen hundreds and early two thousands just assumed that there was something going on that they didn't understand." He chuckled and shook his head. "There was, but the Mayans didn't understand either." At the look on his father's face, Janus immediately stopped laughing and looked at his feet.

"Actually, it makes a sort of twisted sense," Jackson commented.

"You don't actually believe him, do you?" Picard asked.

"Well, there was certainly a downward spiral of paranormal occurrences in your history. My people skipped over that time, so we didn't notice it, but from what I've read, science outweighed everything on your Earth. The Q were unable to use a good portion of our powers during this time. I lived through it, but only in the sphere. Merlin, Janus, Jack and Sam, Teal'c, and many others did as well. Those in the continuum were trapped there. I can understand humans becoming convinced that there weren't beings like us.

"That is true," Picard said, "but we did accept different types of people. We met the Organians and the Q, once we were spacefaring. My great-grandfather even dealt with Trelane."

"According to what I've read, he also met the Greek god Apollo," Daniel commented.

"That is strange," Janus said. "From what I saw in the past, Apollo was a Goa'uld."

"I would have to ask him to be certain, but the being Great-Grandfather described didn't seem to be Goa'uld."

"No," Daniel agreed. "Which leads to the question, 'what was he?'"

In Prometheus' sickbay…

Amelia Earhart awoke with a start. She looked around her at the strange room. Instinctively, she knew she was in a hospital, but it was like none she had ever seen. The last thing she remembered was her compass starting to go crazy and a bright light approaching from the south of her plane.

A balding man approached her bed and commented, "I see you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Who are you?" she asked, suspiciously.