A/N: Just something I couldn't get out of my head fast enough to ignore it, so I decided to write it down. I'll still continue my other fic(s), but I have the most annoying tendency to start doing other things when the first ones aren't finished yet. This isn't going to be a one-shot, I hope, but it might take a serious while for me to update, writing three fics at the same time and all... I hope I didn't use an overused concept, and I hope you like it!

Reviews are welcome!

Prologue

Sam was checking her e-mail. She was reading one from some guy in Washington, she didn't know exactly who. What was in the mail was surprising, to say the least. It was near impossible!

Chapter 1

"So what I was saying is that if we could get him into the program, he would be an incredibly useful asset. He would be a true addition to the program, to our cause." Major Samantha Carter said to the bald man in front of her.

"Mayor Carter, I assume you know the problems that would arise if we would get him here?" General Hammond asked.

"Well, yes, but I seriously think the benefits outweigh the problems."

"Okay, if you say so. But where exactly did you get the information from?"

"From an old friend of my dad's. I didn't recognise the name until I searched for it. He's supposedly doing something with scouting people for the military and for in Washington, so it was only logical the information passes by him. And he knows of this program already."

"Are you sure it is reliable?"

"Pretty sure. And we could always go as a team for protection?"

"OK, you have a go. You can leave in two hours. Bring him in safely, Major."

"Yes sir!"

"Dismissed."

Malcolm was bored. Severely bored. School was supposed to be fun and all, because they'd learn you stuff, but everything was so incredibly slow here. He'd gone by the curriculum for this year already, and the school-year had only started a few weeks before. He was not looking forward to another year of boredom.

He even had gotten detention because he fell asleep during class! Geez, the stomach they had here. It's illogical to punish a kid for falling asleep in a lecture about things he obviously knew more about than the teacher. Stupid school.

Lucky for Malcolm detention was almost over, and he was the only one there. The guy that was supposed to sit here had been away for over an hour, leaving little Malcolm all alone in the room.

And he hadn't even escaped. He'd never do such a thing. If he had detention, he'd go there. He followed the rules as much as possible at any given time, except when he had fallen asleep during that one lesson. Of course, he had been working all night on his latest project that he didn't seem able to let go, but still. He'd usually follow rules.

He sighed and backed down from the chalkboard he was writing on. He stepped down from the chair he was standing on to reach the higher parts of the board, even though it was already in its lowest stance.

Malcolm was a small kid. He was only nine years old, but he was in grade six nonetheless. It made him a full three years younger than most of his classmates, and he was a whole lot smaller. He wasn't really extremely small for his age, but he wasn't big either. Only in comparison to his classmates he looked tiny.

Malcolm was a genius. They hadn't exactly tested him, but he had already skipped three grades and still could finish everything the school had to offer on this level in a few weeks. And then he'd know the same amount of things as the rest of the class would get in a whole year! Of course, he had been severely bored in class since he was enrolled in school.

He had been able to write at age three, and read around age two-and-a-half. So when elementary school started, he essentially already knew all the stuff they were going to teach him in the next years. He could have done elementary school in half the time he'd taken, but he had become lazy. Nothing really challenged him to do anything. That's why he started working on projects.

During one of those project he'd take one 'previously-thought-unsolvable'-subject, take it apart completely and find ways to either fix it, start it or stop it completely. He had written multiple reports on all of his projects, but he hadn't sent them to a university yet. Stupid professors had a minimum age-requirement of twelve. Damn them!

He had written his latest project partially on the chalkboard in front of him. The whole thing was filled with equations and numbers, all kinds of complex mathematical stuff a nine year-old wasn't even supposed to know.

He stepped back from the board, took a good look at one section of the equation and erased some numbers. He wrote a few different numbers there, making the equation almost complete.

He was startled by a knock on the door. He quickly backed down from the chair, because if he was caught standing on one he'd get extra detention. And he wasn't going to like that.

The door opened, and a woman came in. Lucky it was not the creepy guy that was supposed to babysit him here. He was scary. Behind the woman came three men. One looking old, grey hair, another one a bit younger with brown hair and glasses and the last guy was huge. He was big, muscled and wore a hat. The woman herself was not really big or small, and had blonde hair.

"Are you Malcolm Thereus?" The woman asked.

"Yes." He hated his last name. It sounded like someone with a lisp was trying to pronounce the word 'serious', but was failing at it.

"My name is Major Carter."

"Funny name." Malcolm said emotionless.

"What's so funny about it?" she asked, seemingly surprised by his statement.

"There are not many people with 'major' as a surname. But since there's a military rank called 'major', I'm guessing you're military. Which would explain the knives all four of you carry in your boots, and the hidden guns, of course."

"How did you know about those?" the older man asked.

"I didn't. Thanks for the tip." Malcolm said with a sly grin. "So what's your business here in this hellhole?"

"To suggest you something." The woman said.

Great. Now they're gonna talk me around in circles. Stupid people are here to take me away for sure. Not that I mind, anything to get out of this hellhole.

"Something what?" Malcolm asked.

"Something big, that will get you out of here and give you a chance to do great things."

"Yeah. Sure." Malcolm said sarcastically before he turned back to his chalkboard, ignoring the four people in the room.

"What are you doing?" The woman asked after a few seconds, in which Malcolm had grabbed the chair and returned to his equation.

"Working." Malcolm said. Geez, couldn't she see that he was busy? Well, ok, he wasn't actually busy but he was not in the mood to listen to what those stupid military people had to say.

"Working on what?" she asked.

"The three body problem."

"Then why is the theory for quantum physics on the board?" she asked.

OK, she caught him by surprise there. He hadn't figured her for someone who knew what the three body problem was, or quantum physics for that matter, let alone recognise the theories.

"Because it only gets hard enough to be fun when you add quantum dynamics to the mix."

"Fun?" the older man asked. "You call this fun."

"Yes. What would you call it then?"

"Numbers. Complexicated stuff about things that Carter here can bore me to no end about."

"Complexicated stuff?"

"Technical term for things he doesn't understand." The younger, brown-haired man said with a sigh.

"Hey, no disrespect for the things I do understand." The older one said with a small grin.

"Have you people got nothing better to do than waste my time here?" Malcolm asked loudly before anyone else could speak.

"Carter, the kid doesn't want it. Let's go!"

"Doesn't want what?" Malcolm asked, now getting angry. He was smart enough to know that he was being played, but he was too lazy to do something about it.

"Sir, I haven't even told him. Besides, I made an appointment with the general to show him."

"He agreed with that?"

"Yes."

"Show me what?" Malcolm asked angrily.

"The thing that will change your life forever." The woman said with a grin.

"You people are hopeless." Malcolm sighed. "Please stop wasting my time here. I've got better things to do."

A knock on the door sounded. The door opened, and a young face peeked through.

"Malcolm, I..." The young boy, couldn't have been much older than eleven or so, fell silent. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Not at all. These people were just wasting my time." Malcolm said.

"Oh, good. Then I can waste it some more. About that theory of yours," the kid said as he walked into the classroom, towards Malcolm, "I've finally gotten it to work."

"Which one, the last one or the one before that?" Malcolm said, deciding to speak 'vague' for the military people.

The other kid picked up on his choice of words, and answered vaguely too. "The last one. This was a tough one though, but I've finished it."

"So the prototype is finally working?"

"I don't think it classifies as a prototype anymore. I've tested it several times to make sure it was safe, and I think we've finally found a solution."

"You've got it here?"

"Right here with me."

"What's here?" the older man asked, interrupting the discussion between the two young boys.

"Show them?" the other boy suggested.

"Ok." Malcolm answered.

The other boy opened his backpack, which was slightly huge in comparison to him, and got two large rings out. He handed one of them to Malcolm, got an apple from his backpack and walked to the other side of the classroom.

"Make sure the side with the button is facing forward, away from you, and that you're carrying it by the handles. Otherwise bad things will happen." The kid said from the other side of the room.

"Ready?" He shouted.

"All ready!" Malcolm answered.

"Powering up NOW!" the boy said as he pushed a few buttons on the side of the ring he was carrying.

Suddenly a soft roar filled the room, and green light erupted from both rings at the same time, flickering a few times before stabilizing.

"Sending the apple through!" The kid said as he threw the apple through the green screen of light that filled the void inside the ring.

Malcolm, on the other side of the classroom, suddenly received an apple. It dropped out of the green screen of light in the inside of the ring.

"It worked!" He shouted. "It finally worked!"

As the two young boys almost jumped from happiness that their little project worked, the older man turned towards the woman.

"Did they just did what I think they did?"

"I don't know. But if they did, it would be a miracle."

A/N: And? What do you think? Viable concept for a full-fledged fic?