Title: Lost and Found
Beta: Sylum's wonderful Allie Gator
Notes: This sort of leapt fully formed into my brain while I was doing my course reading so I wrote it down to get rid of it...
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognise...
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You know that's it.
You've questioned a direct order for the last time, you've been told.
And the thing is, even though you know it was wrong, it was right too. Because you questioned the order, those kids are alive now. They aren't lying dead, double tapped for finding the rifles the militia had abandoned and aping their elders.
You hear raised voices outside.
Your commanding officer and the Master Sergeant, and someone else.
Someone who's used to giving orders and being obeyed.
Someone who is loud and sure of themselves and who, from the almost distressed sound of your CO, is overriding the careful plans being made for your dishonourable discharge and disgraced return to civilian life.
You look up, startled, as the noise cuts off and the door swings open hard enough to rebound off the wall.
The man in the doorway is Air Force and you pop to your feet. Dress Blues all the way, general's stars winking on his shoulder boards, and you can't help but wonder - why is he here?
"Sergeant Lewis?"
"Sir." you respond, perplexed.
The man gestures at the chair you have just vacated. "Sergeant Lewis, my name is General O'Neill, and I have a proposition for you."
And suddenly, once again, there is hope.
SG1SG1SG1
And no matter what I do, it won't go to 200 or 220 words. nope. It's quite happy sitting at 213 and refusing to budge...