Title: Small Packages Pt. 1
Author: libkat
Email: kathyf_
Guardian: Jack O'Neill
Genre: Gen.
Season: Post season 10. Takes place between Ark of Truth and Atlantis S4.
Category: KidFic. Minimally aware downsized Daniel and Vala.
Series: Small Packages
Rating: PG for some bad language
Status: WIP
Disclaimer: Stargate SG1 and its characters belong to a bunch of folks who aren't me, darn it. I will return them undamaged when I am finished playing with them.
Jack O'Neill paced the length of the 'gate room one more time waiting for the mechanical spinning to stop and the kawoosh to form. His team … well, SG-1, had radioed that they were coming in early with some sort of problem that Mitchell had been unable to adequately explain through the unreliable, static-y radio transmission from PX-whatever.
Mitchell had been emphatic that there were no injuries, per se, to the people Jack O'Neill valued above all others in this world, or any other. But the atmospheric weirdness that had made Carter so anxious to check out the planet, had garbled most of the rest of the transmission, until Hank had simply ordered SG-1 to double time back to the 'gate and bring their butts on home.
That "per se" was what had Jack worried. Teal'c could always take care of himself and Carter, though having suffered grave injuries in the past, was one most competent officers Jack had ever had the pleasure of commanding. But there had been a twitch along his nerve endings all day, a twitch that had led him to take an Asgard transport beam hop to the SGC for a meeting that was scheduled for a conference call from Washington. It was a twitch Jack recognized from long familiarity.
His Danny senses were tingling.
The last time they had been this bad coincided with Daniel sticking his head into one of those Ancient head sucker things, downloading Merlin, for crying out loud, and getting kidnapped by the Wicked Witch of the Ori.
Jack didn't ignore his Danny senses.
Completing his lap of the 'gate room, SFs and techs staying carefully out of his path, Jack came to a stop square at the bottom of the ramp, just beyond the reach of the vortex gushing forth from the stargate. The puddle shimmered with blue light as figures began to emerge.
A high, piping voice filled the air with the order, "Swing!"
What the …
Mitchell and Carter came across the event horizon, a small figure dangling from their extended arms, reaching the uppermost point of an arc. The little person then released their restraining hands and flew halfway down the ramp to land with big grin on his face and a sparkle in his bright blue eyes.
The little boy took in his surroundings in a flash and then, bellowing, "Jack", launched himself towards the stunned O'Neill.
"Oh crap!" Jack thought, heart pounding as the boy/missile came hurtling towards him. But apparently Daddy reflexes are like riding a bike. Jack caught the boy securely in his arms.
Small arms wound around Jack's neck. Little legs tightly wrapped his waist. A soft, sweet-smelling cheek rested a minute against his neck.
The boy pulled back, his face even almost even with Jack's from the vantage point in his arms.
"Jack, Jack, Jack! Where you been?" The boy's pleasure in finding Jack shone in the little face.
"Daniel?"