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Antithesis
Rating: All Ages
Genre: Gen, Challenge, Episode-Related
Warnings: None
Timeline: Season 10
Summary: I am the Orici, the messiah to the misguided descendants of the Apostates. But I am still flesh and blood, and still have needs and desires.
Series: None
Notes: Written for my "A-to-Z Stargate" challenge; campylobacter requested a Daniel/Adria story with the prompt "temptation"

Antithesis
It is not in my nature to refuse a challenge. I was born to lead, to ensure my people's long-delayed victory over their heretic exiles. I am the Orici, the messiah to the misguided descendants of the Apostates. But for all my knowledge and power, I am still flesh and blood, and still have needs and desires.

I am bound by this body, and require food to nourish it, water to slake its thirst, and sleep to replenish it. I need less of these things than do other mortals, but they are still necessary. But I have desires, as well, and these are so often entangled with my needs. I want food that is rich, wine that is fragrant, and a bed that is soft and covered in the finest cloth.

I am not vain in my appearance, but I must present a certain image to my followers by allowing my attendants to spend hours dressing me, applying cosmetics, and arranging my hair. These are luxuries the common cannot afford, and are therefore symbols of my station. My servants are all the most-skilled, and often the most comely, and it is their oft-repeated vow that the Orici shall want for nothing.

I have everything, and yet I have want for something: I am lonely.

None of my servants is a suitable companion; they worship and fear me, as they should. None of the Priors is a suitable companion, for their only purpose is to carry out the will of the Ori. I keep the one with the disfigured face and missing eye nearest me, as a reminder that not all in this realm is perfect. I have no one to love, and no one to love me.

"A mother's love is unconditional," I have heard it said, but my mother rejects me at every turn. I try to please her as best I can while remaining true to my own nature, but we are too much alike, and she likewise refuses to change her ways. She has fled from my protection and taken shelter with the heretic masses. She stands and fights at the side of the emissary of the heretics.

The emissary is... an extraordinary man. The Apostates chose well when they raised him to be their voice. He is my opposite in every way: he dresses himself as one of the common men and hides his powers beneath the veneer of a soldier and scholar. The first time we met, I was but a little girl, and did not understand why my mother abandoned the companion the Ori had chosen for her to follow a heretic. When next we met, I attempted to delve into his mind to find out what drew her to him, and could not penetrate beyond the simplest surface thoughts. It was then that I realized he was far more than he seemed.

Daniel Jackson was my nemesis and the shadow to my light. He pretended to be nothing more than a simple human, but I could see through his façade. Soon enough, the time came when he was forced to reveal his powers, and as I was confident would happen, he fell to my superior abilities. After his capture, his behavior led me to believe he had attempted to tap into the knowledge of the Apostates, and found it was more than his corporeal brain could tolerate. I could have let him die from the overload, but I instead convinced him to release the knowledge to save himself.

Why did I let him live? He was my enemy, yet he could very well be the only person who could help me save my mother. If the emissary of the Apostates could be turned, then defeating the exiles and their descendants would be far easier. If his charisma could be bent toward redeeming the misguided, many lives could be saved.

And yet...

The more time I spent with him, the more I came to value that time. His barriers to me were now lowered, and I could sense in him a resentment of the ones he called "Ancients". Perhaps he was their emissary, but they had abandoned him time and time again. I knew I could convince him that the Ori would never let him down if he were to accept them into his heart, and so I had his interrogations ended, and his re-education commenced. He proved an apt pupil, as I knew he would.

But now the time has come to send him out among the stars, to blaze a path to the world of his birth and bring about its conversion. As I gaze into his eyes, I find myself wishing I could keep him at my side forever, for he has been the agile-minded companion I have so long desired. He is very pleasing to the eye, and his presence at my side would surely be inspiring to my followers.

I want him as my companion. I need him as my Prior.

I was born to lead, to ensure my people's long-delayed victory over their heretic exiles. I am the Orici, but I am still flesh and blood, and for a time, I was tempted.



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