Disclaimer: As much as I would like to say that 'yes, I own Jack, Teal'c
Daniel and Sammie,' 1) I think the people who actually do would be a mite
mad at me, and 2) that would mean owning everything else, and I don't know
about you guys but the Chevron guy creeps me out.
Prodigal Son...er...Daughter?
Chapter One
"Sir we have an unscheduled incoming wormhole."
"Is the code confirmed?" asked Hammond. If it was one of their people, there would be a code. Chevron guy (shudder) shook his head in confusion.
"That's the weird thing, General, the code is ours, definitely, but, it's...over two years old." General Hammond looked a bit leery at this and then looked at the soldiers who had their weapons pointed at the wormhole.
"Alright, accept the code."
There was a moment of silence and then a figure stepped through the event horizon, stopping just outside and looking around with a sense of happy longing. She surveyed the armed officers with mild surprise and then held up her hands in formal surrender and peace gesture. At that moment, a duffel bag hit her square in the back and she rolled down the ramp a ways before picking herself up, looking back at the gate.
"Judas!!" she yelled at it, shaking her fist as she pulled her duffel up straight. The commandoes looked at each other and then back at her as she faced them completely. She was a seedy youth in her late teens, thin as a bean pole, although she hated the cliché to death. Her short, curly brown hair was contained by her camouflage baseball hat and they could see that she had gray-ish sideburns. She wore a black muscle-shirt and camo-cargos that were secured with a belt. Her arms and legs were skinny, but beneath her light brown sunburned skin, her muscles were that of a lion, or a leopard. She dusted herself off, adjusted her hat, and saluted the amassed men.
(Theme music...muahaha)
O'Neill, Carter, Jackson, and Teal'c walked into the gate-room to which they had been summoned, to find a curious looking girl rifling through an Air Force duffel bag, up to her shoulders, searching for something.
"I know I packed it...should'a put it near the top..." she muttered. The thing that the group paid the most attention to however, was the weapon that hung from a strap on her shoulder. It seemed to be a modified P-150, but they couldn't be sure. Also, there was the zat'n'ktel that was secured in a strap holster on her thigh, the nine millimeter that hung at her hip, and the two nine millimeters that hung in her shoulder-holster. They moved forwards, curiously and cautiously, to inspect this girl more closely.
"Ah ha!" said the girl suddenly, and they started before realizing that she must have found what she was looking for. It turned out to be a camo- jacket, and she took the strapped weapon from her shoulder, setting it at her feet as she slid one arm into the jacket, which looked oddly familiar.
Daniel, ever the curious one, tilted his head and stepped forward, crouching and reaching for the weapon.
Faster than the human eye could blink, the teenager had a gun pointed at Daniel's head, though her expression was not angry or dangerous in any way. In fact, Teal'c was intrigued to see that she looked both worried and amused.
"Vite si os vio spene, Daniel Jackson."** she said, and they all stared, except Daniel, who held up his hands and stood up, backing away. She lowered the weapon to her side and they were bemused to see that she had never taken the safety off, so they had worried about nothing. "I'll ask you all just once please keep your hands off my father's gun without my permission. It's all that I have to remember him by , I'd like to keep it intact."
She looked at them, re-holstering her side-arm and shrugging the strap of her P-150 onto her shoulder. She turned to face the group with shaded eyes.
O'Neill tilted his head.
"How'd you know his name?" he asked. She focused on him, pausing for a moment.
"That's classified." she said, and then tore her eyes away from him, looking around at the sound steel walls that surrounded her. The group looked at each other, suspiciously.
"It uh, means I can't tell you." she said. He jerked back, shocked and amazed, and Daniel's eyes flickered between them.
"Are you two related?" he asked, and while her eyebrows shot upwards in intrigued amazement, O'Neill's furrowed in angry disbelief.
"I've never seen this person in my life! Are you sure the Goa'uld detectors are fixed properly, she could be a spy or something!"
"Whoa there, Chief." said the girl, and Carter and Daniel looked amazed. Teal'c looked intrigued, and O'Neill looked stunned speechless. "Before you start losing your temper, as I'm told you're famous for, I feel it only fair to warn you that I am way...way better trained than you."
A brief silence ensued and O'Neill recognized her challenge. He turned to face her completely.
"Was that a challenge?" he asked, his voice a low growl. She let her eyes roll up towards the ceiling and took a deep breath.
"Oh woe is me, the nasty old colonel is going to smite me with his power of the inferiority complex-"
O'Neill lunged at her and suddenly found himself face down on the ramp. The girl sprang away from them all, dropping her weapons in a corner as the team progressed towards her. She dodged several attempts from Carter and then turned and received a face-full of Teal'c's palm, which lifted her bodily off the ground and landed her on her rear end at Daniel's feet.
"Wow," she said, wiping the blood away from her upper lip. "Didn't see that one coming."
The team however was at a loss for words.
At Teal'c's surprise attack, her head had jerked back, flinging her hat right off her head, revealing the symbol of the Jaffa on her forehead. Teal'c in particular was curious as to its presence, as she seemed to ignore the basic principals of being a Jaffa. She was boastful, sarcastic. Indeed she shared many qualities with each of the members of SG1, some of them more prominently than others.
She grabbed her hat and replaced it on her head, straightening her glasses as well. O'Neill looked at her through slightly narrowed eyes.
"Who are you?"
"Carter."
"Yes?"
"No, that's my name. My name is Carter."
"And you're...what...some kind of human/Jaffa hybrid?" asked O'Neill. She bit her lip, deliberately ignoring the question as she looked around the room. There was a moment of silence and then Teal'c looked at her.
"Are you Jaffa?"
"No." she said. Then she stopped, pursing her lips and raising her eyebrows in the same way that Daniel usually did. "I think. They never told me. They thought it would compromise everything or something. What did they say... 'jeopardize the safety of the gate in an attempt to confirm certain aspects of my genetic structure.' something to that effect. And of course they were right. I bugged Da—ddy and George to let me go on a mission of my own until he let me, so here I am."
Jack looked at her and then at his team.
"In English, somebody. Anybody."
"'They' said that she would use the gate to get information about her parents, by pretty much any means possible." said Daniel. "Whoever 'They' are."
"Indeed." said the teenager named Carter.
"And what's your name?"
"Carter Teal'la O'Neill-Jackson." she said, straightening her glasses and dusting off the front of her clothes.
A/N: Okay, sorry, didn't mean to make it so long, just got a little carried away.
** "Vite si os vio spene, Daniel Jackson." (("That is so not yours, Daniel Jackson."))
And I'm not sure if there is a female version to Teal'c's name, but I'm sure that if there was, 'Teal'la' would be close to it. So there you have it. Read and Review. Please. And if you have a suggestion, go ahead and make it. Flames accepted.
Prodigal Son...er...Daughter?
Chapter One
"Sir we have an unscheduled incoming wormhole."
"Is the code confirmed?" asked Hammond. If it was one of their people, there would be a code. Chevron guy (shudder) shook his head in confusion.
"That's the weird thing, General, the code is ours, definitely, but, it's...over two years old." General Hammond looked a bit leery at this and then looked at the soldiers who had their weapons pointed at the wormhole.
"Alright, accept the code."
There was a moment of silence and then a figure stepped through the event horizon, stopping just outside and looking around with a sense of happy longing. She surveyed the armed officers with mild surprise and then held up her hands in formal surrender and peace gesture. At that moment, a duffel bag hit her square in the back and she rolled down the ramp a ways before picking herself up, looking back at the gate.
"Judas!!" she yelled at it, shaking her fist as she pulled her duffel up straight. The commandoes looked at each other and then back at her as she faced them completely. She was a seedy youth in her late teens, thin as a bean pole, although she hated the cliché to death. Her short, curly brown hair was contained by her camouflage baseball hat and they could see that she had gray-ish sideburns. She wore a black muscle-shirt and camo-cargos that were secured with a belt. Her arms and legs were skinny, but beneath her light brown sunburned skin, her muscles were that of a lion, or a leopard. She dusted herself off, adjusted her hat, and saluted the amassed men.
(Theme music...muahaha)
O'Neill, Carter, Jackson, and Teal'c walked into the gate-room to which they had been summoned, to find a curious looking girl rifling through an Air Force duffel bag, up to her shoulders, searching for something.
"I know I packed it...should'a put it near the top..." she muttered. The thing that the group paid the most attention to however, was the weapon that hung from a strap on her shoulder. It seemed to be a modified P-150, but they couldn't be sure. Also, there was the zat'n'ktel that was secured in a strap holster on her thigh, the nine millimeter that hung at her hip, and the two nine millimeters that hung in her shoulder-holster. They moved forwards, curiously and cautiously, to inspect this girl more closely.
"Ah ha!" said the girl suddenly, and they started before realizing that she must have found what she was looking for. It turned out to be a camo- jacket, and she took the strapped weapon from her shoulder, setting it at her feet as she slid one arm into the jacket, which looked oddly familiar.
Daniel, ever the curious one, tilted his head and stepped forward, crouching and reaching for the weapon.
Faster than the human eye could blink, the teenager had a gun pointed at Daniel's head, though her expression was not angry or dangerous in any way. In fact, Teal'c was intrigued to see that she looked both worried and amused.
"Vite si os vio spene, Daniel Jackson."** she said, and they all stared, except Daniel, who held up his hands and stood up, backing away. She lowered the weapon to her side and they were bemused to see that she had never taken the safety off, so they had worried about nothing. "I'll ask you all just once please keep your hands off my father's gun without my permission. It's all that I have to remember him by , I'd like to keep it intact."
She looked at them, re-holstering her side-arm and shrugging the strap of her P-150 onto her shoulder. She turned to face the group with shaded eyes.
O'Neill tilted his head.
"How'd you know his name?" he asked. She focused on him, pausing for a moment.
"That's classified." she said, and then tore her eyes away from him, looking around at the sound steel walls that surrounded her. The group looked at each other, suspiciously.
"It uh, means I can't tell you." she said. He jerked back, shocked and amazed, and Daniel's eyes flickered between them.
"Are you two related?" he asked, and while her eyebrows shot upwards in intrigued amazement, O'Neill's furrowed in angry disbelief.
"I've never seen this person in my life! Are you sure the Goa'uld detectors are fixed properly, she could be a spy or something!"
"Whoa there, Chief." said the girl, and Carter and Daniel looked amazed. Teal'c looked intrigued, and O'Neill looked stunned speechless. "Before you start losing your temper, as I'm told you're famous for, I feel it only fair to warn you that I am way...way better trained than you."
A brief silence ensued and O'Neill recognized her challenge. He turned to face her completely.
"Was that a challenge?" he asked, his voice a low growl. She let her eyes roll up towards the ceiling and took a deep breath.
"Oh woe is me, the nasty old colonel is going to smite me with his power of the inferiority complex-"
O'Neill lunged at her and suddenly found himself face down on the ramp. The girl sprang away from them all, dropping her weapons in a corner as the team progressed towards her. She dodged several attempts from Carter and then turned and received a face-full of Teal'c's palm, which lifted her bodily off the ground and landed her on her rear end at Daniel's feet.
"Wow," she said, wiping the blood away from her upper lip. "Didn't see that one coming."
The team however was at a loss for words.
At Teal'c's surprise attack, her head had jerked back, flinging her hat right off her head, revealing the symbol of the Jaffa on her forehead. Teal'c in particular was curious as to its presence, as she seemed to ignore the basic principals of being a Jaffa. She was boastful, sarcastic. Indeed she shared many qualities with each of the members of SG1, some of them more prominently than others.
She grabbed her hat and replaced it on her head, straightening her glasses as well. O'Neill looked at her through slightly narrowed eyes.
"Who are you?"
"Carter."
"Yes?"
"No, that's my name. My name is Carter."
"And you're...what...some kind of human/Jaffa hybrid?" asked O'Neill. She bit her lip, deliberately ignoring the question as she looked around the room. There was a moment of silence and then Teal'c looked at her.
"Are you Jaffa?"
"No." she said. Then she stopped, pursing her lips and raising her eyebrows in the same way that Daniel usually did. "I think. They never told me. They thought it would compromise everything or something. What did they say... 'jeopardize the safety of the gate in an attempt to confirm certain aspects of my genetic structure.' something to that effect. And of course they were right. I bugged Da—ddy and George to let me go on a mission of my own until he let me, so here I am."
Jack looked at her and then at his team.
"In English, somebody. Anybody."
"'They' said that she would use the gate to get information about her parents, by pretty much any means possible." said Daniel. "Whoever 'They' are."
"Indeed." said the teenager named Carter.
"And what's your name?"
"Carter Teal'la O'Neill-Jackson." she said, straightening her glasses and dusting off the front of her clothes.
A/N: Okay, sorry, didn't mean to make it so long, just got a little carried away.
** "Vite si os vio spene, Daniel Jackson." (("That is so not yours, Daniel Jackson."))
And I'm not sure if there is a female version to Teal'c's name, but I'm sure that if there was, 'Teal'la' would be close to it. So there you have it. Read and Review. Please. And if you have a suggestion, go ahead and make it. Flames accepted.
