The New Kid: Part I
Chapter One: The New Kid
"There's barely any information on this recruit." Sheppard commented to Dr. Weir holding open a folder. "There's not even an age in the file."
"I don't know John all I can tell you is that the IOA wanted him on this expedition." Weir explained sitting down in her office chair. "More specifically on you're off world team."
John showed a whining face, but Weir just ignored it. Just because he didn't want to happen didn't mean it was going to happen.
"So not only are they sending people to evaluate us they actually want to put one on a team." Sheppard huffed with a half- smile. "Missions are going to be great."
John closed the file and put it on Dr. Weir's desk and crossed his arms sitting down. She eyed him questionably, but tried to ignore his presence. She picked up a stack of folders and started to type on her computer. Shepherd started to make ticking noises and twirled his thumbs. Elizabeth breathed deeply annoyed eyeing John and picking up the folder of the new recruit.
"Tristan Conner's is scheduled to be dialing in this morning." Dr. Weir smiled checking her watch. "Practically any minute, you can go down and greet him and check him out if you want to."
At that moment blue started to engross the control room signifying the Stargate wormhole being established. Shepherd shot up shooting Dr. Weir a sly smile and nodding his leave. She shook her head watching him leave.
"Is this the dial in from Stargate command?" Sheppard asked a Sarah sitting behind a control panel.
"Yes Sir." Sarah nodded.
He nodded his thanks in the Sarah's direction. He started to make his way down the stairs. Sheppard was surprised to see Rodney pull up beside him.
"Rodney." Sheppard tilted his head a bit bewildered. "Why are you here?"
"I'm as intrigued about the new recruit as you are." Rodney remarked putting his hands behind his back. "I read the file. Talk about giving us as little information as possible. It's basically just his name."
"Don't you have…?" Sheppard started shrugging rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know stuff to do? Saving the world I don't know whatever it is you do. "
"Funny you should ask, but remarkably things have been fairly quiet." Rodney smiled looking at the wormhole. "I've actually been looking forward to talking with people."
"Fun for us." Sheppard forced a smile sarcastically muttering the comment under his breath.
"What was that?" Rodney questioned.
"That sounds great." Sheppard grinned.
Tristan walked through the wormhole and emerged on the other side. O' Neil has said this place was like no other place on earth. The architecture was truly remarkable and he felt like he was taking place in something far greater than himself. Everything seemed so different that he could not even find the words to describe this place.
"It's something else isn't it?" Shepherd spoke walking up to Tristan.
Sheppard tilted his head to get a better view, but Tristan was wearing a hat. At this point he guessed that the recruit was in his early if not mid-twenties. Tristan nodded chewing on a piece of gum; he still was taking in everything.
"It's amazing." Tristan commented looking over at the person who had just spoke.
Conner's was taken off guard O' Neil had described the commanding officer and the guy who had spoken matched the description. Tristan bowed his head taking off his hat and looked up to meet Shepherd eyes directly. He extended his hand to the major.
"You must be Sheppard." Tristan smiled.
Sheppard forced a slow smile and a nod. He looked at the kid he had dark short black hair, five foot nine, and blue eyes. But that's not what was rendering Sheppard speechless, Rodney was carrying the same expression.
"Hey, Rodney why don't you show the new guy around?" Sheppard suggested.
"But, he's only…" Rodney started to spat out.
"Rodney." Sheppard insisted barking back in reply, than looked over to Tristan. "I need to talk to someone if you would excuse me?"
Tristan nodded watching Sheppard walk away suspiciously. He blew off the remarks; ignoring the looks he gotten them enough at Stargate command as well. He was young seventeen to be exact, but he was going to be eighteen in less than a few weeks.
John walked up the stairs taking in everything. He stormed into Elizabeth's office his arms crossed and carrying a discomforting look. Dr. Weir looked up drawing her hands away from her keyboard, she was fairly certain this was about the new recruit.
"We need to talk." Sheppard snapped.
Tristan looked up to his right at the office in the corner watching as Sheppard entered a large see threw office in the right hand corner of the upper platform; he did not seemed pleased.
"Well I'm Rodney." Rodney awkwardly stated tipping back and forth on his heels.
"I know." Tristan nodded uninterested in what he had to say.
"How so if I may ask?" McKay asked taken back.
Tristan rolled his eyes and took in a deep breath, "Jack O' Neil told me about a lot of the people over here."
"Must have said good things." Rodney grinned.
"Sure." Tristan lied with a forceful nod. "A lot were about you."
Sheppard started to pace back and forth in Dr. Weir's office. She must have followed him around for more than a couple of minutes; he seemed to be trying to tame his anger before he said something.
"He's just a kid!" Sheppard broke letting his anger out. "Eighteen at my guess."
"Actually he is a few weeks away from his eighteen birthday." Elizabeth commented.
"Even better." Sheppard huffed taking this whole thing as a joke.
Dr. Weir rubbed her forehead, "There is nothing I can do, he was sent over back Jack O' Neil himself with direct orders. What were you planning on doing?"
"Sending him right back through the wormhole down there. Tell him he can come back in a couple of years when he starts growing facial hair." Shepherd hissed motioning with his arms to make a point. "I won't allow it Dr. Weir; I'm not going to be responsible for some kid's life."
"I'm not saying that I'm a big fan of it either, but O'Neil was very forceful on this matter and the IOA is backing him up." Weir rationalized with Sheppard leaning back into her chair. "Besides you know we've lost quite a few people with the ancient gene, more specifically in our military teams. And they say this kid is one of the strongest they have seen with the gene since you. We could access so much more of this base with him."
"Okay I agree we need more people on at Atlantis with the gene and I'd be more than happy to assign him to a different sector-." John established clearly.
"Again, I'm not telling you that I don't agree with you." Weir restated slamming her fist down on the table. "But he's here as an IOA liaison so to speak. O'Neil said he would fire you personally if you sent him back."
"Yeah he'd love to see that." Sheppard huffed. "So that means I can put him on any team I have though right?"
Weir shook her head, "O' Neil figured you might do that, but he's supposed to be on your team as much as possible and Tristan will report back to the IOA."
"You wouldn't think about falsifying reports would you?" John threw out as a stab in the dark notion.
Weir cocked her eyebrow at Sheppard and shot him a frown showing her lack of amusement in John's idea.
"I'm just throwing some idea's out there." Sheppard retorted defensively. "I don't see you coming up with any."
Dr. Weir gave a half nod knowing that Sheppard was right; she clicked her pen a few times.
"I figure we should start working on that." Dr. Weir whispered.
"Dr. Weir are you saying that you would try to undermine a direct order from the IOA?" Sheppard grinned.
Weir shrugged and gave a slight grin.