PART ONE
Hey everyone! I just finished writing a fic and there doesn't seem to be that many multi-chaptered fics being start at the moment so I've decided to start another one!
SUMMARY:
One morning Jack and Sam wake up to find themselves in the bodies of teenagers. They think that they can manage this and are more worried that there are two teenagers in their bodies. SG-1 must figure this out before it's too late.RATING
: PG – just in casePAIRING:
Jack/SamDISCLAIMER:
I don't own the Stargate or Jack, Sam, Daniel, Teal'c, Hammond, Dr Frasier or any of them. I'm not smart enough to make up such a complicated TV show. And I have no intention of stealing them from whoever made them up. I'm just going to put them through torture for a while! Mwahahahahahahaha!NOW WE START!!
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"Amber wake up," a voice shouted from outside the door.
Sam Carter shot up in her bed. Who the hell was banging on her door and calling her Amber? She threw the blankets back and stared in horror at her hands and legs. They were not her hands and legs. This wasn't her bedroom either!
"Oh my god," she said, jumping out of the bed and running over to the mirror in the corner.
She didn't look like herself. She was about fourteen and had shoulder length frizzy, red hair. Her blue eyes still sort of resemble her own, but were a much brighter blue. She moved her hand to her face and patted it.
"Amber, this is the last time I'm calling you!" the voice shouted again.
"I'm coming," Sam shouted back, almost choking on the sound of her voice; she had an Australian accent.
Who the hell was she? Or more of a worry, how the hell had she gotten into the body of a fourteen-year-old girl. Had she just dreamed her whole life that she was Major Sam Carter? No way. She opened her cupboard and was glad to find that this Amber person wore sensible clothes for a fourteen-year-old girl – well the type of clothes Sam wore when she was that age anyway.
Jack rolled over and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock, only to realise that he didn't even have an alarm clock. He sat up suddenly and looked around. This wasn't his bedroom. He reached forward to pull back the blankets and stared in horror at his hands. They were…smooth.
"Ah, for crying out loud, what now?" he said. "Oh, I sound weird."
The voice he had acquired overnight seemed to be half-way through breaking. That was one part of being a teenager Jack hadn't missed. He jumped out of bed and ran to the piano in the corner to look at his reflection. He was a fifteen-year-old high school student! His hair was brown, not grey, and it hung limp on either side of his head.
"Mark you're gonna be late for school, want a lift?" a man's voice came from the other side of the door.
Mark
? Jack thought to himself. For crying out loud, I'll just play along!"I'm coming," he replied. "Hold your horses."
Ascotville School wasn't big. Actually it was a typical country school. From five-year-old's to seventeen or eighteen-year-olds. Sam was totally and completely lost. The school mightn't be big, but it was sure big enough to get lost in. She looked around, half expecting to find the rest of SG-1 wandering around in the halls, then she realised that even if they were, she would have a hard time recognising them.
"Hey Amber, you look lost," a boy her age said from behind her.
"Yeah, I –umm – don't feel so great," Sam replied. "Where'd my locker?"
"You really don't feel so great do you?" the boy asked. "That's your locker, right next to you."
Sam spun around to see a locker with stuff bursting out of all the cracks. "Should I even dare to open it?"
The boy laughed. "You can use my locker today if you want."
"Thanks," Sam said, staring back at her locker.
This Amber girl was starting to remind her of herself.
"Hey Mark," a boy said. "Mum said you were going to come here this year, I didn't believe her!"
Jack spun around, recognising the name. "Hi, do I know you?"
"I'm Chris, your cousin," the boy replied. "This is my best friend Amber."
Jack looked at the red-head girl and smiled. The girl reminded him of Sam in a way, there was something in her eyes. He smiled at her.
"Hi Amber, I'm Ja…Mark," he introduced himself.
Amber squinted curiously when he started to say Jack. "Where're you from?"
"He's from Seattle, Washington," Chris butted in before Jack could reply.
"Yeah," Jack agreed.
The bell rang and Chris looked down at his time table. "Oh shoot, I got PE so I gotta get changed quickly. Amber can you show him to reception so he can get a locker – then show him to the science lab…you have science first right?"
Amber shrugged. "Probably."
Chris ran off and Amber turned around. "Chris…gotta remember that."
"Excuse me?" Jack asked.
"Hmm?" Amber replied.
"You just told yourself to remember Chris's name…isn't he your best friend?" Jack asked.
"Oh no, I gotta remember something else about Chris," Amber replied quickly. "Come on, lets find reception."
Mark reminded Sam of Jack. There was something about the way that he smiled that reminded her of him. Sam turned the corner and realised that, yet again, she was lost.
"Do you even know your way around the school?" Mark asked.
"I've forgotten over the summer holidays," Sam replied, thinking quickly.
"You remind me of my friend from – Seattle," Mark said.
"You remind me of my friend," Sam said.
"Ah," Mark said. "We're gonna be late for science."
"Oh well, I already know all the high school science stuff," Sam muttered to herself. "I know lots of Physics stuff."
"You really remind me of my friend," Mark said. "Her name's Sam."
Sam froze. "Jack?"
"Carter?" Mark asked.
"Oh my god!" Sam said.
"What the hell are we doing in the bodies of teenagers, Carter?" Jack asked.
"I don't know!" Sam replied. "Oh no, I just thought of something, what if Amber and Mark are in our bodies?"
Jack turned and shot her a worried glance. "Well that's bad."
"Yes sir," Sam replied. "Really bad."
