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Takes place somewhere between Redemption Part 2 and Descent.
Time Heals All Wounds (Or Does It?)
"What was I thinking? How could I let the kid get to me? Was it his sincerity or those puppy dog eyes? Maybe it was how he reminded me of Daniel the first time we went through the Stargate?" Jack O'Neill paced back and forth in Major Samantha Carter's office. "Now we're stuck with him!"
"Maybe Jonas will be an improvement over the last few additions to the team?" Sam Carter wasn't happy with the fact that the Colonel had agreed to let Jonas Quinn become the fourth member of SG-1, Daniel's replacement. No, not his replacement, no one will ever replace Daniel. On the bright side though, Jonas couldn't be any worse than some of the "temporary" additions to the team. "He's learned a lot since he's been here and he's memorized all of Daniel's journals, the mission reports, and just about everything else he could his hands on."
"JonasQuinn will be an interesting addition to SG-1," Teal'c added noncommittally. O'Neill and Carter had almost forgotten that he was even in the room. Of all the people at SGC, only Teal'c had made any attempt to befriend the exiled Jonas.
"Where is he anyway?" O'Neill asked.
"I'm not sure. He may be in Daniel's, I mean, his quarters," Carter responded. "I have to stop thinking of them as Daniel's quarters. General Hammond allowed Jonas to have the space, since it was the only available living quarters at SGC," she thought to herself.
"I'm right here, Major." O'Neill and Carter turned around quickly. How much had he heard? Jonas stood in the doorway. If he had heard the conversation, he didn't let on. "General Hammond wants to see us in his office."
"Let's go then," O'Neill said.
As the SG-1 team walked down the corridor to Hammond's office, Jonas trailed along behind the others, lost in his thoughts. He had to stop quickly or he would have run into the door to General Hammond's office. Teal'c kept the door from hitting him in the face. "I guess I should pay more attention to where I'm going." Teal'c only raised his eyebrow.
"People, we have a situation that needs your attention." General Hammond could be an imposing person, but Jonas knew he could also be compassionate. He had found that out firsthand. The General could have forced him to go back through the Stargate to Kelowna. If he had, Jonas would be been executed as a traitor.
"We've lost contact with SG-7."
"SG-7, Sir? I thought they were scheduled for mandatory leave," Carter asked.
"They were, but we needed them for a short recon mission. They were sent out three days ago. We haven't heard from them since." General Hammond looked worried. SG-7 was an exceptional team. Level headed, sometimes a little too laid back, but they did everything by the rules.
"It isn't SG-7 that I'm worried about. I'm more worried about Lt. Commander Kincaide. She's still new to the SGC and she's more than a little too eager. I just hope she didn't get into something she couldn't handle and the rest of the team had to go in after her."
"Lt. Commander Kincaide? I'm not familiar with her," Colonel O'Neill added.
"She's on loan from the navy. She's a linguist and an anthropologist. One of the best or so I'm told. She picks up languages faster than I pick out what I'm going to wear to work in the morning. According to Captain Reynolds, she's been quite an asset to the team, but she has a tendency to wander off of her own."
"So you want us to go find them?" O'Neill asked. "Now we're babysitters?"
"Even if the Commander had wandered off somewhere, the rest of the team would have contacted us. Unless they ran into some trouble."
"Where are they, Sir?"
"They were sent to P3X-1158. The people there appeared primitive, perhaps equivalent to our 17th century. Commander Kincaide felt that they might be more advanced than we first thought."
"Let's go then."
After collecting their gear, SG-1 waited while P3X-1158 was dialed up on the Stargate. After the connection was made, the team stepped through the gate. When they arrived on P3X-1158, O'Neill thought how idyllic the place looked, but he knew firsthand looks could be deceiving. Then he noticed something else. There were several people in the general area of the gate. Not one of them seemed surprised to see four people step through from another world. It was as if it happened every day.
"Greetings."
O'Neill and the others jumped, except for Teal'c. Nothing ever surprised him. They turned to see an older gentleman standing to the left of the gate. "I am Solin Taal." His accent was hard to place. Something like a cross between Scottish and German maybe. His English was perfect, another surprise.
"I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill. My associates and I are looking for another group of travelers, like ourselves."
"Do you mean Claire and the others?" Solin Taal asked.
"Claire?"
"He must mean Commander Kindaide, Colonel," Major Carter offered.
"Yes, Claire and the others," O'Neill answered.
"She is this way."
"Excuse me, but where are the others from her group?" Carter asked the man.
"Claire will tell you everything you wish to know," he responded.
O'Neill took Carter's arm and pulled her back while motioning Teal'c and Jonas to follow Solin Taal. "Something's fishy here."
"That's what I was thinking."
They caught up with the others. "Colonel," Jonas turned. "Have you noticed something about this place?"
"What's that, Jonas?"
"Besides Solin Taal, there aren't any other men."
Takes place somewhere between Redemption Part 2 and Descent.
Time Heals All Wounds (Or Does It?)
"What was I thinking? How could I let the kid get to me? Was it his sincerity or those puppy dog eyes? Maybe it was how he reminded me of Daniel the first time we went through the Stargate?" Jack O'Neill paced back and forth in Major Samantha Carter's office. "Now we're stuck with him!"
"Maybe Jonas will be an improvement over the last few additions to the team?" Sam Carter wasn't happy with the fact that the Colonel had agreed to let Jonas Quinn become the fourth member of SG-1, Daniel's replacement. No, not his replacement, no one will ever replace Daniel. On the bright side though, Jonas couldn't be any worse than some of the "temporary" additions to the team. "He's learned a lot since he's been here and he's memorized all of Daniel's journals, the mission reports, and just about everything else he could his hands on."
"JonasQuinn will be an interesting addition to SG-1," Teal'c added noncommittally. O'Neill and Carter had almost forgotten that he was even in the room. Of all the people at SGC, only Teal'c had made any attempt to befriend the exiled Jonas.
"Where is he anyway?" O'Neill asked.
"I'm not sure. He may be in Daniel's, I mean, his quarters," Carter responded. "I have to stop thinking of them as Daniel's quarters. General Hammond allowed Jonas to have the space, since it was the only available living quarters at SGC," she thought to herself.
"I'm right here, Major." O'Neill and Carter turned around quickly. How much had he heard? Jonas stood in the doorway. If he had heard the conversation, he didn't let on. "General Hammond wants to see us in his office."
"Let's go then," O'Neill said.
As the SG-1 team walked down the corridor to Hammond's office, Jonas trailed along behind the others, lost in his thoughts. He had to stop quickly or he would have run into the door to General Hammond's office. Teal'c kept the door from hitting him in the face. "I guess I should pay more attention to where I'm going." Teal'c only raised his eyebrow.
"People, we have a situation that needs your attention." General Hammond could be an imposing person, but Jonas knew he could also be compassionate. He had found that out firsthand. The General could have forced him to go back through the Stargate to Kelowna. If he had, Jonas would be been executed as a traitor.
"We've lost contact with SG-7."
"SG-7, Sir? I thought they were scheduled for mandatory leave," Carter asked.
"They were, but we needed them for a short recon mission. They were sent out three days ago. We haven't heard from them since." General Hammond looked worried. SG-7 was an exceptional team. Level headed, sometimes a little too laid back, but they did everything by the rules.
"It isn't SG-7 that I'm worried about. I'm more worried about Lt. Commander Kincaide. She's still new to the SGC and she's more than a little too eager. I just hope she didn't get into something she couldn't handle and the rest of the team had to go in after her."
"Lt. Commander Kincaide? I'm not familiar with her," Colonel O'Neill added.
"She's on loan from the navy. She's a linguist and an anthropologist. One of the best or so I'm told. She picks up languages faster than I pick out what I'm going to wear to work in the morning. According to Captain Reynolds, she's been quite an asset to the team, but she has a tendency to wander off of her own."
"So you want us to go find them?" O'Neill asked. "Now we're babysitters?"
"Even if the Commander had wandered off somewhere, the rest of the team would have contacted us. Unless they ran into some trouble."
"Where are they, Sir?"
"They were sent to P3X-1158. The people there appeared primitive, perhaps equivalent to our 17th century. Commander Kincaide felt that they might be more advanced than we first thought."
"Let's go then."
After collecting their gear, SG-1 waited while P3X-1158 was dialed up on the Stargate. After the connection was made, the team stepped through the gate. When they arrived on P3X-1158, O'Neill thought how idyllic the place looked, but he knew firsthand looks could be deceiving. Then he noticed something else. There were several people in the general area of the gate. Not one of them seemed surprised to see four people step through from another world. It was as if it happened every day.
"Greetings."
O'Neill and the others jumped, except for Teal'c. Nothing ever surprised him. They turned to see an older gentleman standing to the left of the gate. "I am Solin Taal." His accent was hard to place. Something like a cross between Scottish and German maybe. His English was perfect, another surprise.
"I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill. My associates and I are looking for another group of travelers, like ourselves."
"Do you mean Claire and the others?" Solin Taal asked.
"Claire?"
"He must mean Commander Kindaide, Colonel," Major Carter offered.
"Yes, Claire and the others," O'Neill answered.
"She is this way."
"Excuse me, but where are the others from her group?" Carter asked the man.
"Claire will tell you everything you wish to know," he responded.
O'Neill took Carter's arm and pulled her back while motioning Teal'c and Jonas to follow Solin Taal. "Something's fishy here."
"That's what I was thinking."
They caught up with the others. "Colonel," Jonas turned. "Have you noticed something about this place?"
"What's that, Jonas?"
"Besides Solin Taal, there aren't any other men."