Title: Just Another Day
Author: roseofthegate
Summary: AU; when the O'Neills hire a nanny to take care of their children, will she be who they expected her to be?
Disclaimer: I do not own a StarGate, StarGate SG-1 or any of its characters. You can sue me for writing this, if you want, but all I have to give you are my sketchbooks, manuscripts, and a bunch of overpriced Tae Kwon Do equipment. I do own Gwendolynna Moore (Gwenna), though. She is my character and may not be used with out my permission.
A/N: Okay, this is my newest fiction. It's only two chapters long, and chapter two will be added next Sunday or Monday. It's written, I just need to upload it! This fic is a little different from my normal stuff, so give it a shot, okay? And let me know what you think! Enjoy! As always a super-duper big thanks to Hannah, (eruannelaviriel) my fabulous beta! Check out her stuff, too, okay?
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"But I no want to go t'bed!" three-year-old Madalyn O'Neill wailed. "I wanna Mommy and Daddy!"
Her nanny, Gwendolynna Moore, more commonly known as Gwenna, scooped up Maddie from behind and carried her thrashing bundle to Madalyn's bedroom.
"Maddie, stop it," Gwenna said firmly. "Mommy told you herself that she and Daddy had to work late, remember?"
Maddie nodded, her tears beginning to subdue. She hiccuped and said, "But me still want Mommy."
"I know, baby, but you have to go to sleep right now. When Mommy gets home, she'll come to see you, okay?"
The little girl nodded and crawled into her bed. Gwenna tucked her in and turned to leave. "'Wenna!" Maddie cried out. Gwenna turned back to her youngest charge, alarmed.
"What is it, Maddie?"
The toddler held out her small arms, beckoning for a hug. "I luf you," she told Gwenna as she hugged her nanny.
"I love you, too, baby. Now go to sleep."
After tucking Madalyn into bed, Gwenna wen to check on the other two children. Gracalyn, the oldest and in the third grade was sleeping peacefully as was her younger brother, Matthew, who was in the first grade. Satisfied that the kids were sleeping, Gwenna began sweeping the hard wood floors of the kitchen and dining room.
She had nearly finished when the garage door began opening; one of the O'Neills must have arrived home. Gwenna leaned her broom against the wall and went to the refrigerator to get some supper to warm up for the new arrival. A few minutes later, Doctor Samantha O'Neill, née Carter, walked in, sniffing the air appreciatively. "Turkey tetrazini, Gwenna?"
The twenty-one-year-old nodded shyly and pulled the plate out of the microwave. She set it on the breakfast bar for Dr. O'Neill. Samantha settled in the stool and began to eat.
"How were the kids today?"
"Very good," Gwenna replied as she resumed her sweeping. "Maddie wants you and the general to go and see her when you get home; she had a temper-tantrum before she would go to bed—she misses you."
Samantha nodded sadly, wishing her job's hours were a little more reliable.
Gwenna continued her report. "Gracie has her spring recital coming up and she's ecstatic about it; it's the only thing she would talk about today! Matt said that he painted a family picture at school today and will bring it home tomorrow."
The doctor nodded tiredly and went off to check on her children. Gwenna checked to make sure her employer's back was to her before she sent the broom back to its place in the closet. She walked across the kitchen and began loading the dishwasher. Doctor O'Neill's were still on the breakfast bar across the room. Without a second thought, Gwenna telekinetically summoned the dishes to her and placed them in the machine.
"How did you do that?" The sharp voice of Samantha O'Neill rang across the kitchen.
Gwenna looked up, startled. She'd been careless and now her secret was out! "What was what, ma'am?" Gwenna asked politely, successfully concealing her fright.
"You know what I mean. Don't be coy, Gwendolynna. Answer me, please," the doctor ordered brusquely.
Gwenna swallowed hard and shut the dishwasher. She turned to face her employer of nearly two years. She walked towards her, crossing the kitchen.
"I've always been able to do it, ma'am. I truly don't know why; if I concentrate on an object long enough and will it to me, it will come." She shrugged. "It just happens."
"What 'just happens'?" cut in the voice of Brigadier General Jonathon O'Neill. "Hey sweetheart," he murmured and kissed his wife's cheek.
"She's telekinetic, Jack," Doctor O'Neill said softly. "Like the Alterans. She moved my dinner dishes clear across the kitchen without a second thought about it. They just flew to her waiting hands!"
"How?" Jack's face was one of disbelief.
"I don't know," his wife replied. "We need to take her in."
Jack nodded. "I will. I'd just be going back again in a few hours anyway. You stay here, rest, and take care of the kids. Take Maddie to the daycare we took her to last year when Gwenna was sick, okay?" Doctor O'Neill nodded and tiredly headed off to bed.
General O'Neill turned to Gwenna. "Grab you coat. You and I are going to the base." Gwenna's eyes were wide with fear.
"I'm sorry, sir! I'll never do it again, just don't fire me! I need the money for college! Please don't—".
"Hush," O'Neill said, trying to comfort the young woman. "You're not in trouble nor are you going to be. Trust me; it'll all be explained when we get to Cheyenne Mountain."
Gwenna nodded, but the fear was still evident. She put on her denim jacket and got into the truck with the general.
A little later, they arrived at the base. The security at the gate let the through and the general parked his truck in his designated parking spot. He led Gwenna in the SGC where she signed in and went through all the security measures.
"I'm taking you to the Infirmary, Gwenna. Doctor Fraiser is going to run some tests."
"Okay," was Gwenna's clipped reply.
He delivered his nanny into the hands of Janet Fraiser. After briefly explaining in hushed tones to Doctor Fraiser why Gwenna was there, he left. Doctor Fraiser had Gwenna change into scrubs and ran her tests. Under the petite doctor's care, Gwenna relaxed a bit and made small talk with Janet.
When the tests were finished, Gwenna was placed in Isolation Room Number One, where she quickly fell into a fitful sleep on the provided bed.
"Gwenna. Gwenna, honey, you need to wake up!" Doctor O'Neill gently shook Gwenna's shoulder. Gwenna's eyes cracked open, and she sat up.
"Good morning, ma'am," she said as she stood up, smoothed her scrubs, and then quickly made up her bed.
"Good morning, Gwenna. It's just after nine; would you like to have breakfast with me?"
"Yes, ma'am. I would like that very much, thank you."
The two women exited Iso Room One and went to the commissary. When they had their food and were seated, Doctor O'Neill spoke, her voice serious. "Gwenna, my husband spoke with the President earlier this morning about you—"
"Me?" Gwenna squeaked.
"Yes, you. The President thinks that, if you consent, you should be let in on one of the biggest secrets of our government of this century. Of course, you'll have to fill out half a ton of paperwork, but I think that you would think it was worth it when you're done."
Gwenna bit her lip thoughtfully. A state secret revealed to her just because she's…different. "I guess, I'll be filling out paperwork for the rest of the morning, ma'am."
Doctor O'Neill smiled and they chatted amiably as they finished their meal.
Gwenna was beginning to regret agreeing to fill out all the paperwork. She'd been at it for over two hours and was nearly done. She was dressed comfortably in a set of BDU's, but her hand was cramped and her eyes were strained from reading all the contracts and confidentiality forms.
"There! Done!" Gwenna signed the final form. She'd spent the past couple hours mainly reading contracts and forms. Both of her parents, before they'd died, had taught her to always read anything and everything before you signed a form or contract. The SF stationed at the door nodded and used the phone to call for Dr. O'Neill and someone else named Dr. Jackson. Gwenna shrugged and waited for her employer and Dr. Jackson to arrive.
A/N: There you go! Now, press that little purplish button, please, and let me know whatcha think!
Jenn