One of Us By CuppaJo
Disclaimer: All publicly recognized characters and places are the property of various and sundry organizations that do not include me. This a work of fanfiction, written for the sake of entertainment (mostly mine) and unfortunately no money was made from this endeavor.
Rating: Will most likely end up PG-13, but for now it's G.
Feedback: Please! Send questions, comments, flames, insults, good advice, bad advice, recipes, etc. to: amythestviolet@yahoo.com
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Spoilers: Through season 6.
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"Are you sure about this, son? I've never received one of these from you before."
"What are you talking about General? I've given you cadet evaluations plenty of times."
"Not one like this. It could ruin your reputation. And for a scientist no less." General Hammonds eyes twinkled with amusement. He liked pulling his 2IC's chain a bit once in a while. Lord knows he yanked back.
Jack O'Neill snorted. "I'm sure sir. For once I got an exceptional recruit and she deserves credit for it."
"Well, Jack, I'm surprised, but I'll be sure to pass this on to the joint chiefs. They'll be happy to know that our new recruits have done well in the preliminary tests. Will they be able to go off world on schedule?"
"Yes, sir. We'll be sending them through to the alpha site tomorrow at 0600; see how they do in a combat zone with wormhole sickness. Lt. Crosby will lead the team."
"You give her a lot of credit. What is it that made her impress you so much?"
"I'm not sure, sir. She just stands out. She's almost as smart as Carter in the technical areas, but she excels in the combat sims. She acts like she's been a soldier for years. And she isn't afraid of me."
General Hammond's eyebrows rose at the last remark. "Oh?"
Jack smirked. "Wait till you meet her again general. You'll see."
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Jack was right; Lt. Josephine Crosby *was* different. The general could see that right away. Most newly commissioned officers were so frightened they practically stumbled over their own feet when they met a general. Those that didn't were so scared that they acted like arrogant know-it-alls to hide their fear. This one was indeed different. She entered Hammond's office and stood at attention until he invited her to sit. That wasn't unusual, everyone stood at attention. Lt. Crosby didn't salute like a cadet though; cadets held themselves stiffly when at attention, as if they would break if they were pushed over. She didn't. Her posture was perfect, her salute crisp, but she was entirely comfortable with herself - much like a seasoned officer. If he didn't know that she was only 24, he would swear she'd been military for as long as anyone on base. He wondered why she didn't come more highly recommended from the academy. Clearly, she stood out.
"Good afternoon, Lieutenant."
"Good afternoon, sir."
Hmm. Something else different. Clearly the respect that he expected from a subordinate, but she greeted him almost graciously, as a host would greet a guest at a formal party. She looked at him expectantly.
"Do you know why you are here this afternoon?"
"As I understand it, General, you'd like to discuss my preliminary evaluation."
Her expression remained absolutely staid, giving him no indication of nervousness. Actually her presence was calming. "Yes. Colonel O'Neill seems to think that your work exceeds expectations."
"That's very good to know, sir." She returned, her expression never changing. "Good Lord," Hammond thought. "I pity anyone who ever needs to get information from her."
"Tomorrow, you will be leading a team of your fellow recruits through the Stargate for further training. I wanted to know if you have any concerns or questions about this operation."
"I do not have any questions, sir. Colonel O'Neill briefed us fully on what to expect. However, I would request that Cadet Vasquez be required to undergo a physical before being cleared for the mission tomorrow. His reactions seem to be a bit off and I think he may be coming down with something."
"Very good. See to it. I'll inform Dr. Frasier that she needs to clear him before he can go through the gate."
"Thank you, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No, that will be all. Dismissed."
"Thank you, sir." And with that, she saluted and left the office.
***********
"Really, sir, I don't know how she caught it. There were no noticeable symptoms. It wasn't until I did a full blood work-up on him that I even came across anything."
"And Vasquez won't be going through the gate then tomorrow?" General Hammond asked Dr. Frasier.
"I'm afraid not. He'll need a full course of antibiotics. While it is rare, Lyme disease can create serious problems. I'd rather not take that chance. He should be ready for active duty in a few days. I'm still amazed that Crosby noticed anything."
"Did she mention what made her suspect something?"
"She said that he was dropping his shots in the firing range and thought it might be due to muscle stiffness. Sir, he must be an awfully good shot if she noticed something like that. He was carrying his latest target when he came in. It was pretty good - not the best, but still pretty good, especially for a bad day. I've not had a chance to review her file - has Crosby had any medical training?"
"Nothing more than the standard field medicine taught at the academy. Why?"
"When she explained the situation to me she used medical terminology. She must have some background beyond field medicine. Either that or she has a very unusual hobby - I've met second year med students less able to explain the condition as accurately as she did. I'd like to see how extensive her knowledge base is sometime. It would be nice to have an extra person to back up the medical field team if necessary."
"Actually, Crosby was recruited to work with Major Carter in the labs. She's never been a field officer."
Dr. Frasier seemed surprised. "Really? I never would have guessed. Vasquez treated her as if he'd follow her anywhere. I was really surprised that she took such notice of the other recruits. It's not a trait that I've found common in such young officers, particularly ones not stationed in the field. She's not older than she looks is she? She's what, 28, 29?"
"Actually, she's 24. But I understand what you mean. She's an impressive officer. I think I may have to look into her background more fully."
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"Sir! How can I help you?" Major Samantha Carter asked, standing up from the floor where she was tinkering on a machine, and brushed her hands on her pants. The general rarely came to her lab, so this was a bit unusual.
"I'm not interrupting some world-changing experiment am I?" General Hammond asked, with a smile.
She returned the smile. "Not right now, sir. I won't start on a project like that until after dinner."
"I've come to talk to you about Lt. Crosby, the new recruit from the academy. What do you think of her?"
"Well, sir, she works pretty hard and is very dedicated to her work."
"But."
"But I don't really think that she's really suited to working in one of our labs. Granted, she's quite intelligent and she can do the work - in fact she does it with gusto, but I can't help but think that she would be better suited to work upstairs. Her theoretical work is done almost entirely on deep space analysis."
"I was aware of that, Major, in fact she would have gone directly to NORAD, but the CO up there pointed her in our direction when I mentioned our needs. She'll actually split her time between an SG team and the labs. The president wants to expand our training program so that we can have new officers ready to go into the field more quickly. Have you by any chance seen her in the colonel's field practices?"
"No, I haven't. How are the recruits shaping up there, if you don't mind my asking?"
"So far, so good. In fact, Colonel O'Neill seems to think Lt. Crosby is an excellent field officer. Dr. Frasier is impressed by her too. I wonder why she's so insistent about working in the lab. According to her records, despite top marks on field exercises, she's always requested lab assignments."
"Actually, sir, I've reviewed her file as well. Prior to joining us, it looks as though she was shooting for NASA. All of her choices indicate that as her ultimate goal."
"I suppose you would know about that, wouldn't you?" He asked, chuckling.
"Yes sir, I would. But I was shooting to be an astronaut, she was aiming at R&D. It's not quite as competitive as going into space, but it's still pretty tough to get into. Now that she's here though, maybe she'll change her mind about field assignments."
"I suppose we'll see tomorrow. The new recruits gate out in the morning."
Disclaimer: All publicly recognized characters and places are the property of various and sundry organizations that do not include me. This a work of fanfiction, written for the sake of entertainment (mostly mine) and unfortunately no money was made from this endeavor.
Rating: Will most likely end up PG-13, but for now it's G.
Feedback: Please! Send questions, comments, flames, insults, good advice, bad advice, recipes, etc. to: amythestviolet@yahoo.com
Archive: Go ahead and archive anywhere you like - just drop me a line.
Spoilers: Through season 6.
*************
"Are you sure about this, son? I've never received one of these from you before."
"What are you talking about General? I've given you cadet evaluations plenty of times."
"Not one like this. It could ruin your reputation. And for a scientist no less." General Hammonds eyes twinkled with amusement. He liked pulling his 2IC's chain a bit once in a while. Lord knows he yanked back.
Jack O'Neill snorted. "I'm sure sir. For once I got an exceptional recruit and she deserves credit for it."
"Well, Jack, I'm surprised, but I'll be sure to pass this on to the joint chiefs. They'll be happy to know that our new recruits have done well in the preliminary tests. Will they be able to go off world on schedule?"
"Yes, sir. We'll be sending them through to the alpha site tomorrow at 0600; see how they do in a combat zone with wormhole sickness. Lt. Crosby will lead the team."
"You give her a lot of credit. What is it that made her impress you so much?"
"I'm not sure, sir. She just stands out. She's almost as smart as Carter in the technical areas, but she excels in the combat sims. She acts like she's been a soldier for years. And she isn't afraid of me."
General Hammond's eyebrows rose at the last remark. "Oh?"
Jack smirked. "Wait till you meet her again general. You'll see."
****************
Jack was right; Lt. Josephine Crosby *was* different. The general could see that right away. Most newly commissioned officers were so frightened they practically stumbled over their own feet when they met a general. Those that didn't were so scared that they acted like arrogant know-it-alls to hide their fear. This one was indeed different. She entered Hammond's office and stood at attention until he invited her to sit. That wasn't unusual, everyone stood at attention. Lt. Crosby didn't salute like a cadet though; cadets held themselves stiffly when at attention, as if they would break if they were pushed over. She didn't. Her posture was perfect, her salute crisp, but she was entirely comfortable with herself - much like a seasoned officer. If he didn't know that she was only 24, he would swear she'd been military for as long as anyone on base. He wondered why she didn't come more highly recommended from the academy. Clearly, she stood out.
"Good afternoon, Lieutenant."
"Good afternoon, sir."
Hmm. Something else different. Clearly the respect that he expected from a subordinate, but she greeted him almost graciously, as a host would greet a guest at a formal party. She looked at him expectantly.
"Do you know why you are here this afternoon?"
"As I understand it, General, you'd like to discuss my preliminary evaluation."
Her expression remained absolutely staid, giving him no indication of nervousness. Actually her presence was calming. "Yes. Colonel O'Neill seems to think that your work exceeds expectations."
"That's very good to know, sir." She returned, her expression never changing. "Good Lord," Hammond thought. "I pity anyone who ever needs to get information from her."
"Tomorrow, you will be leading a team of your fellow recruits through the Stargate for further training. I wanted to know if you have any concerns or questions about this operation."
"I do not have any questions, sir. Colonel O'Neill briefed us fully on what to expect. However, I would request that Cadet Vasquez be required to undergo a physical before being cleared for the mission tomorrow. His reactions seem to be a bit off and I think he may be coming down with something."
"Very good. See to it. I'll inform Dr. Frasier that she needs to clear him before he can go through the gate."
"Thank you, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No, that will be all. Dismissed."
"Thank you, sir." And with that, she saluted and left the office.
***********
"Really, sir, I don't know how she caught it. There were no noticeable symptoms. It wasn't until I did a full blood work-up on him that I even came across anything."
"And Vasquez won't be going through the gate then tomorrow?" General Hammond asked Dr. Frasier.
"I'm afraid not. He'll need a full course of antibiotics. While it is rare, Lyme disease can create serious problems. I'd rather not take that chance. He should be ready for active duty in a few days. I'm still amazed that Crosby noticed anything."
"Did she mention what made her suspect something?"
"She said that he was dropping his shots in the firing range and thought it might be due to muscle stiffness. Sir, he must be an awfully good shot if she noticed something like that. He was carrying his latest target when he came in. It was pretty good - not the best, but still pretty good, especially for a bad day. I've not had a chance to review her file - has Crosby had any medical training?"
"Nothing more than the standard field medicine taught at the academy. Why?"
"When she explained the situation to me she used medical terminology. She must have some background beyond field medicine. Either that or she has a very unusual hobby - I've met second year med students less able to explain the condition as accurately as she did. I'd like to see how extensive her knowledge base is sometime. It would be nice to have an extra person to back up the medical field team if necessary."
"Actually, Crosby was recruited to work with Major Carter in the labs. She's never been a field officer."
Dr. Frasier seemed surprised. "Really? I never would have guessed. Vasquez treated her as if he'd follow her anywhere. I was really surprised that she took such notice of the other recruits. It's not a trait that I've found common in such young officers, particularly ones not stationed in the field. She's not older than she looks is she? She's what, 28, 29?"
"Actually, she's 24. But I understand what you mean. She's an impressive officer. I think I may have to look into her background more fully."
***********
"Sir! How can I help you?" Major Samantha Carter asked, standing up from the floor where she was tinkering on a machine, and brushed her hands on her pants. The general rarely came to her lab, so this was a bit unusual.
"I'm not interrupting some world-changing experiment am I?" General Hammond asked, with a smile.
She returned the smile. "Not right now, sir. I won't start on a project like that until after dinner."
"I've come to talk to you about Lt. Crosby, the new recruit from the academy. What do you think of her?"
"Well, sir, she works pretty hard and is very dedicated to her work."
"But."
"But I don't really think that she's really suited to working in one of our labs. Granted, she's quite intelligent and she can do the work - in fact she does it with gusto, but I can't help but think that she would be better suited to work upstairs. Her theoretical work is done almost entirely on deep space analysis."
"I was aware of that, Major, in fact she would have gone directly to NORAD, but the CO up there pointed her in our direction when I mentioned our needs. She'll actually split her time between an SG team and the labs. The president wants to expand our training program so that we can have new officers ready to go into the field more quickly. Have you by any chance seen her in the colonel's field practices?"
"No, I haven't. How are the recruits shaping up there, if you don't mind my asking?"
"So far, so good. In fact, Colonel O'Neill seems to think Lt. Crosby is an excellent field officer. Dr. Frasier is impressed by her too. I wonder why she's so insistent about working in the lab. According to her records, despite top marks on field exercises, she's always requested lab assignments."
"Actually, sir, I've reviewed her file as well. Prior to joining us, it looks as though she was shooting for NASA. All of her choices indicate that as her ultimate goal."
"I suppose you would know about that, wouldn't you?" He asked, chuckling.
"Yes sir, I would. But I was shooting to be an astronaut, she was aiming at R&D. It's not quite as competitive as going into space, but it's still pretty tough to get into. Now that she's here though, maybe she'll change her mind about field assignments."
"I suppose we'll see tomorrow. The new recruits gate out in the morning."
