Make with the explanation - Chapter 30
Continuing thanks to Lori, enjoy the convention! Hopefully this clears up some confusion.
"You goddamn holy Bitch! I am going to kill you, you harpy!" Xander yells as he arrives in a clearing in the forest, amid a flash of white light.
'Oh God, will you stop it? He'll be fine, you'll be fine. I just need a ride around town for a day or two, and then I'll give you right back.'
The voice comes from inside his head, and the words are anything but comforting.
"Why are you doing this?!" Xander grabs his head by his hair, wondering if he can shake her out.
'Because your very sweet Mr. Giles killed my only link to this world, Ben and banished me to wherever, like I was some kind of old newspaper. '
"What the hell are you talking about? You've started to not make a whole lot of sense, and I want an explanation I can understand, right now!"
'OK, darling, here it is: I was banished from my dimension and sent to yours, where I was allowed to come out and play, occasionally, using Ben. With Ben's death my doorway closed. I wasn't allowed to go home, and I wasn't allowed to stay on your world, either. I was expelled into space, where Mr. Skye found me one day, floating through infinite nothing, and he rescued me.'
"I knew I hated that guy. Why are you in my head?"
'Because you asked for my help.' Glory states, as though to say "duh!"
"I'm sorry, I don't see how stabbing Jack or hijacking me helps," Xander spits. "In fact, all together I have very little idea as to what the hell is going on!"
'The Ori are coming to Earth to harvest the power of belief: they'll suck the planet dry and destroy everything in sight, and then they'll move on to other worlds and do the same thing there.'
"It's not that I don't believe you, but sorry, it's just you're the last person I expected to care about that!" Xander snaps.
'Well, my only hope of ever getting back to my own dimension is somewhere on this world. It's not the key anymore, and I don't know what it is or where it is, but if everything went 'poof!' then that would put a serious downer on my travel arrangements.'
"I should have known: you're only helping yourself."
'Which is convenient for you, because helping myself means helping you. The Powers That Be have selected you as their Champion -- maybe because of the prophecy, maybe because you're a stubborn bastard that won't ever just lie down and die like he should. I don't know, and I don't care. I know Mr. Skye thinks you're the 'Lost Sun', or some shit.'
"He mentioned that in the temple -- the prophecy of the Lost Son."
'There're mixed theories as to what Prophecies actually are. 'Messages from the future' seems to be a popular one, and since I've learnt about the Ancients, the fact that prophecies are so convoluted actually makes a lot of sense.'
"You lost me," Xander sighs.
'The Ancients lived on your world thousands of years ago, before they ascended to a higher plane of existence. Apparently, they have rules about intervening in what goes on in the realm of humans. Some people say prophecies are messages from the ascended -- a kind of code hidden among the babble that isn't necessarily intervention, because they can be interpreted in a number of different ways.'
"So, Skye sees one about a lost Son – me, who he was trying to kill in order to clean up a mess he made fourteen years ago -- and thinks it's the reckoning?" Xander states in disbelief.
'Skye was a puppet. The people he worked for decided the prophecy was about you, which is a good thing for you: otherwise, you'd be dead. So would anyone that knew you as Charlie. Poof! You're gone, and there's no more embarrassing mistake.'
"Mistake? How do you know all this stuff?"
'Skye liked to talk, and what he talked about was that the United States couldn't readily send a man on a suicide mission, not even if it was to save the world. So, they decided to send a nuke instead. The Trust decided that wasn't an acceptable solution to the problem, so they orchestrated it so that somebody would volunteer for the mission. Even if it meant not coming back.'
"Okay, you skipped a page, cause I have no idea what you're talking about."
'I'm talking about the discovery of the Stargate. I'm talking about Jack wandering through the gate with a nuke in one hand and a heavy wish to die in the other, and a very bad thing intent on forcing Earth into Slavery. The Trust's plan worked perfectly -- except for the fact that you didn't stay dead, that Jack found something worth living for, and that fourteen years after three men with a conscience decided you had to live, you wake up one day and know who daddy is again.'
"Jack saved the world?"
'Because you were gone. You were his inspiration, because damn if he didn't love you.'
"Okay, that covers that. But why are you in my head?"
'Need to see some people about making you be all you can be, honey. We got a war to stop.. . . Do I hear growling? '
"Yeah, it's the hyena, and I don't think he likes you."
'You know, Xander, it's pretty crowded in here.'
"You could leave, and then it would be less crowded," Xander suggests hopefully.
'I could do that. But, unfortunately for you, if I leave, you die.'
'Mitchell shot you. You've been shot. That's why there's the red stuff leaking from you. At the moment, you're only not dead because I'm not letting you die. Once I leave your body, then my power comes with me and you drop stone-cold, baby.'
"That's not good," Xander whispers.
'There might be maybe something I can do about it later, but right now I'm going to take over for awhile and get some shit done. So sit back and enjoy the ride, cause it's going to be a wild one.'