Title: Those Darn Rogue NID Agents
Rating: K+ for some violence and language
Disclaimer: I don't own or have any rights to Stargate: SG-1 or its characters.
Comments: This is my first Jonas fic because I just watched the 6th season for the first time, love his enthusiasm and those adorable dimples. This is written in a bit of an AU where Cross and Singer were able to escape and infiltrate the NID at the end of Nightwalkers.
"Sir, I have the updated schematics for the ship. Everything is running on schedule except the sublight engines."
Agent Voss looked up sharply from the blue prints covering his desk. "Why aren't the sublight engines on schedule?"
The younger agent shifted his weight uncomfortably. He had seen first hand that the phrase 'don't shoot the messenger' didn't apply to rogue NID agents. "Well sir, the engineers haven't been able to correct for the instability of the naquadria." He closed his eyes and waited for the expected explosion.
"What! They were supposed to get those equations off the Prometheus."
Agent White gulped again. "Apparently they needed to keep the equations on board to make sure that alien, Quinn, fixed the computer correctly after they discovered his sabotage."
Voss rounded his desk and stopped three inches from White's face. "Then you either get those equations or bring me that alien so we can get the equations from him. We need those sublight engines if we're ever going to get off this infernal planet. Take agents Cross and Singer with you, maybe they can get him to come quietly." Voss's eyes glowed brightly in contrast to the dark sky through the window behind him.
STARGATE: SG-1
"Sam, this is amazing," Jonas didn't even try to hind the wonder in his voice. The base had a fairly good one, but it didn't even come close to this.
Sam chuckled, "just wait till you actually make it inside." They hadn't even made it to the top of the entrance stairs and Jonas was already fairly vibrating with excitement. "But remember, we only have two hours until we have to meet Col O'Neill and Murry for dinner." She couldn't help but laugh as his look of sheer disappointment, "don't worry, we can come back on Thursday. We have the whole day off." That 100 watt smile of his nearly blinded her.
Jonas stopped just inside the doors and viewed the scene with obvious awe. He knew Sam was laughing at him and that he would most likely be teased about this later, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. Even the one at the University on Kelowna wasn't this big.
The Denver Public Library was indeed very expansive.
Carter gently tugged on his arm, "this way."
Jonas ran his hand along the spines of the books as they passed through each section. He had been wanting to visit the Colorado Springs Library since he'd come to Earth, but he never expected to have the time to see the Denver one while they were visiting. "Where are we going?" They were almost to the far back corner of the building.
"You'll see." Sam was excited, she just knew that he was going to love this. She'd been wanting to do something nice for him for awhile, he was hardly ever allowed off base and he worked way to hard.
If Jonas hadn't been so enthralled with the visit, his amazing powers of observation would have picked up on the two men following them. As it was, the two men slipped through the library virtually unnoticed. They couldn't have asked for a better opportunity; a secluded place with only one team member present. They'd been following Quinn around for the last three days waiting for just such an opportunity. They had realized early on that they would have a much better chance of getting close to Jonas than they would the equations.
They stopped a few rows back as their quarry entered the mythology section. "Should we take Maj. Carter too, she could be helpful deciphering the equations?"
"No, he said he only wanted the alien. Besides if we take Carter, the SGC can use all possible state and federal resources to find her. If we only take Quinn, they won't even be able to admit he's missing. He's not supposed to exist."
Agent Cross frowned as the human tried to gain control again. It was only recently that the symbiotes had matured enough to take control while their host was awake and his human was still making unsuccessful attempts to fight him off. "Fine, there is an emergency exit down the hall to our left once we have him."
They moved a few rows closer and listened to the conversation coming from the mythology section.
"Sam, look at this, it's the Egyptian myth of Ra!" Jonas paged through the thick leather bound edition for a minute before looking up again. "Its kind of amazing how much of this is actually accurate," he frowned, "and how much of it is WAY off."
"Daniel used to say that all the time." Sam tried to keep the tremor out of her voice as much as possible.
"Sam, I…"
"Not your fault Jonas. Here take a look at this, its Celtic legends." Carter swiped at her eyes when Jonas dropped his nose into the new book.
They spent the next hour handing books back and forth commenting on the accuracies of each.
Two rows over, agents Cross and White were starting to get bored. They had hoped that at some point Cater would leave Quinn alone and head to another section. Involving her meant they would be leaving a witness, but they were running out of time. With a shared look the two rouge agents activated their Zats and crept toward Sam and Jonas.
Jonas cocked his head, he could have sworn he just heard a Zat activate. He shook his head and returned his gaze to the book in his hands.
Sam glanced up when Jonas cocked his head. She was about to ask what he was trying to figure out when he returned to his reading. Just before she returned her gaze to her own book, she noticed someone approaching Jonas from behind. It wasn't so much the man that caught her attention as it was the Zat in his right hand.
"Jonas, down!" She shoved him down with one hand while unholstering her sidearm with the other.
Preferring not to get shot, White had no choice but to switch his aim from Jonas to Sam.
Jonas watched in horror as Carter was enveloped by the blue light and slid bonelessly to the floor. Angrily, he turned and launched himself at the two men. Jonas knew he didn't stand much of a chance against two armed men, but he wasn't about to let them do anything else to Sam as long as he could help it. The thought that they were there for him never crossed his mind.
Neither Cross nor White had been prepared for the sudden attack. All three went down in a tangle of arms and legs sending the Zats skittering down the aisle away from Sam. Cross ended up on the bottom of the pile, smacking his head on the tile floor hard enough to stun him and draw blood. Jonas threw a couple of punched before realizing that going for the guns was his most viable option. He scrambled halfway to his feet trying to cover the fifteen feet separating him from the nearest Zat. Unfortunately, agent White moved quick enough to catch Jonas's leg, bringing him crashing into a wooded chair then to the floor. His eyes widened as the air was forced from his lungs but he managed to maintain enough coherent thought to kick out behind him. He allowed a small, smug smile at the resulting ooff, but it didn't hinder his progress toward the guns. White was relentless, he pounced again knocking Jonas into the bookshelf this time. He managed to land a number of punches before Jonas was able to throw him off again. Jonas scrambled to feet again only to be brought down a third time, this time by a bullet.
"You dumbass! Voss is going to kill you."
"Would you rather I let him kick your ass? Come on, grab him and let's get the hell out of here! I'll get the Zats." Cross kept one hand on the back of his head to curtail the bleeding.
"Wipe down Carter's gun and leave it here, no sense in keeping it."
STARGATE: SG-1
Col. Jack O'Neill sat twiddling his thumbs while he and Teal'c waited for their drinks.
"It is unlike Maj. Carter to be late."
Jack looked up from his hands; he'd just been thinking the exact same thing. "Oh, I'm sure she's just having trouble dragging Jonas out of the library. They'll be here soon." He tried to sound non-chalant, but the truth was, he was worried. Sam was NEVER late, even if she was dragging an overeager geek along behind her.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow, "you may be correct, but JonasQuinn does not usually require motivation to eat."
"You got that right." O'Neill dug into his coat pocket as his phone began ringing. "O'Neill… at a restaurant sir… WHAT!?... understood sir."
Teal'c noted how quickly the all the color had drained from Jack's face. "What is wrong, Col. O'Neill?"
"Denver Mercy just called the base, Sam's in the hospital."
"And what of JonasQuinn?"
"They didn't say." Jack stood and absently grabbed his coat. "We gotta get over there."
The two men tore out of the building leaving overturned chairs and one very confused waiter in their wake.
What can I say, I love cliff hanger endings, sorry. Let me know what you think.