Rating: K/K+
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, George Hammond...and someone I was given permission to borrow because he was just so cute...you'll see him later on in the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and the OC's and the planet involved - please don't sue me as I have no money!
Warnings: will be posted above relevant chapters requiring them!
Author's Note: This was my first ever SG1 fic. Ever! For someone who swore never to touch SG fanfic with a bargepole for fear of wrecking it...//looks at her stash on her hard drive and sighs// I'm doomed...trust me when I say that SG1 is the Pringles of the Fanfic World! This is set in early Season 8 folks!
Dream A Little Dream…Chapter One
The familiar voice rang out behind him.
"Jack!"
The figure kept walking.
"Hey Jack!"
One foot briefly hesitated then the figure shook his greying head and pushed on.
"Jack!"
"Oh, for crying out loud." Brigadier General Jack O'Neill rolled his eyes, glanced at his watch and wondered if he was ever going to get off-duty.
"Jack! Wait!"
With a sigh, O'Neill slowly turned round, all ready knowing what he would see, his eyebrow cocking in a 'Now what?' movement that, had the caller been looking, they would have recognised clearly. As it was the lean figure was busy rifling through sheaves of paper, his glasses askew where he had rubbed at his face in agitation.
"Daniel."
Doctor Daniel Jackson looked up at the mild tone, threw O'Neill a half-smile then buried his head back into his paperwork.
"One second."
O'Neill pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Daniel, you have ten seconds to say something of interest then I'm walking." He looked out from under his hand as he added, "I got an appointment with some beers and a night of Halloween Simpsons."
"Yeah, yes, I know." Flapping his hand, Daniel ripped a page from the pile and wafted it in O'Neill's face. O'Neill just looked at it. Seeing his expression, Daniel huffed.
"What?"
"Jack, this is important."
"More important than The Simpsons?"
Daniel's cobalt eyes held the shadows of exasperation. O'Neill looked at his watch, looked at his friend and sighed again.
"I knew this was gonna happen. Okay, okay…what's the rush?"
Daniel opened his mouth and a stream of historical gibberish poured forth. O'Neill stood there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, until Daniel stopped to take a breath.
"Daniel…small words. You know, ones I can understand."
"Sorry." Running a hand through his short brown hair, Daniel tried to explain it better, his mind baulking at the idea of simplifying his language. It took him a few seconds to find the right level.
"That piece of paper has a sample of a language that SG-16 found on PX6-W358."
"Right. Well, that was easy."
"Jack." Daniel admonished gently. "This is similar to one of the four languages from the Meeting Place."
O'Neill's face remained blank.
"The Meeting Place. Where we found Ernest. The place where the Four Great Races would meet and discuss the galaxy."
O'Neill still looked blank. Daniel growled.
"The one where we got the Stargate to work by rigging a circuit run off lightening strikes and we barely got out as it crashed into the sea."
"Oh! That Meeting Place." O'Neill clicked his fingers. "Got 'cha."
Giving his friend an annoyed glance, Daniel continued, "Well, I think that what SG-16 found is, possibly, linked with the Meeting Place and could possibly be linked further to the Furlings. In fact, it's entirely possible, from what little I've managed to translate, that this planet was a colony of the Furlings, or at least they were guardians of it's people because I've found at least two different dialects and I'm actually having a little trouble differentiating between the…"
O'Neill held his hands up in surrender.
"Whoa! Okay! I get it. You want to go poke around and see what you can find."
Daniel opened and closed his mouth twice. "Err, yes."
O'Neill shrugged at him.
"Okay…pull a briefing together, give Carter and Teal'c the heads up and I'll see the three of you in the morning." He emphasised the last three words as Daniel looked like he might protest. "Danny-boy, its ruins. They are not going to get up and walk off the planet."
"You're right. Sorry." Daniel tucked the papers under his arm as he straightened his glasses. "It's just…the Furlings. We still know nothing about them and if I'm right then these ruins could be…"
"Bah!" O'Neill shook at finger at him. "Tomorrow. 0930."
"You just want me to go away don't you."
Throwing his hands up, O'Neill pantomimed a hallelujah moment. Getting a slow smile in response, he shook his head, checked his watch and cursed. Catching the raised eyebrow on Daniel's face, O'Neill sighed.
"I'm late."
Chuckling, Daniel backed off.
"See you tomorrow, Jack."
"Yeah." O'Neill grumped. "Yippee."
He just about refrained from punching the elevator door when an unfamiliar voice called out, "General, Sir!"
O'Neill growled.
"It's one of those days."