Well folks, here it is. My first fic! You don't know me from Adam obviously, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Oh...and a big thankyou to my Beta, Annie, she saved me from myself!
Daniel
Soooo… Here I am…a teenager. Again!
I have to say this all sucks!
Sam says they'll change me back but I have serious doubts about that.
I have had to move in with her. That was a bit of a blow too. My own stuff, well, what I could fit in, is crammed into her spare room. She's been great really. She lets me have my own space and she tries not to treat me how I look (currently, 14 years old). I'm grateful for that at least. It doesn't always work though. Sometimes my teenage mind gets the better of me and I have the odd…tantrum! I don't like that…the lack of control. It's very…challenging. I also have the overwhelming urge to lie in. (Not that unusual, but I've always been very driven, to work, and achieve.) I also find myself arguing about things that…I am…wrong about. It's just not me, not 'the me' that I know. Sam seems to understand but I don't. I'm still really struggling but then it's only been two weeks.
I've been to my apartment. Sam, Teal'c and me, we packed it up. It seemed, well, it seemed like the right thing to do. Sam said that I can't live alone and Teal'c agreed. General Hammond got quite irate when I tried to point out that I could manage but I don't think that slamming the door to the conference room helped much there. He more or less dragged me back by my shirt collar and told me to stop being unreasonable. I'd shouted a lot before the door-slamming incident. I suppose that didn't do my cause much good either.
'Damn hormones!'
So here I sit, on the bottom of a bunk bed, listening to an 'ipod'. I feel a fool. I haven't been much good at the mountain for the past few weeks either. Mind wanders, I fidget. The coffee just makes it worse. I've already had a lecture from Janet about that!
Sam's made no progress with the technology that caused this. 'Two weeks! It feels like forever!' My grip of my adult side seems to slip a little with every hour that passes. I worry about that. Sam says not to worry. Maybe that accounts for the 'ipod' and the surfing the internet for pointless games. I have a 'Facebook account' now too. I dunno. It keeps me occupied, well, my adolescent side, anyhow. I snicker to myself, my 33 year old self is still mentally kicking my ass for it but my 14 year old me, well, he thinks it's cool.
Arrr! That's the teenage thing again! I have to get a grip!
I need to work, or at least try to but there's the small matter of Jack!
For once, it wasn't me that touched something, it was Jack! He always insisted on fiddling with stuff in my office. I say 'Put it down Jack!' and he just glares and picks up something else.
Juggling! With artefacts! Jesus Christ! What was he thinking of? One minute I was asking him not to do that and the next thing I was lying, face-down, across my desk. Jack was on the floor, in a heap. He came around at the same time as I did. He looked as young as I do, give or take a year, maybe. He was, well, he was shocked and then pissed, really pissed. He didn't say anything to me, apart from asking if I was okay.
I nodded and he called Janet.
Well, that's it in a nutshell. Well, apart from the fact that he's sharing a room with me!
TBC
