SG-1: TNG

Disclaimer/Claimer - CHAPTER 1!!! Notes - None, but a warning about this chapter, I AM skipping almost 10 years into the future making Cecillia 27, almost 28 (for those of you that care about her age). Anyway...that chapter shall be fun...and so will the next couple of chapters (as i said in my end A/N in the last chapter) I hope you guys like the new stuff! giggles Oh...and sorry if any of the combinations have been used. (combinations as in: P3X-489) Oh, and by the way, I know, I know! Teal'C has a son, but I don't remember his name! laugh But I'll change all that one I find out wink Happy reading!

Ch 3 - Late Meetings and Bad Tempers

"Dammit, Pierce!" A very miffed and pissed off blond was glaring profoundly at a cringing black-haired James Pierce.

"I'm sorry, Colonel, but...I just...thought it'd be funny.

"Funny my ass! Why the hell did you do that?"

"I...kinda told you that already..."

"Answer my questions when I ask you them, Major!"

"I just thought it'd be funny...as a joke, you know?"

"I see." She said cooly as she sat up and looked at the Major. "So, because you thought that it might be fun, you have the nerve to come into my room at three in the morning after one of the hardest missions we've had so far this month and scare the shit out of me?" She asked sternly, but at the same time managing a somewhat sweet tone.

"Yes, ma'am."Jason nodded and was suddenly feeling ashamed.

"So, can you tell me just why you thought that this would be funny?" She asked in that sickeningly sweet tone.

"Um...no...it just seemed like it would be. However, now I know that it wouldn't be and...I will never do something like this ever again, Colonel O'Neil."

Cecillia rolled her eyes, "I can't believe that after knowing me for almost ten years you can't tell the difference between when I'm being drop dead serious or just being nuts." She laughed.

"Right...uh, wait...you weren't serious?"

"Of course I was serious, if you ever do something like this again, I'll be sure to find a way to make you be de-ranked..." After a moment, she frowned, "Wait...is that word?"

James frowned slightly, "Um...no, ma'am, I don't...think so." He tried not to make it sound as if it should be obvious that de-ranked wasn't a real term, but if that's how it came out, it most definitely wasn't his fault that the Colonel was as eccentric as she was.

Cecillia shrugged, "Oh well. Anyway, back to your quarters for you, Pierce...and go to SLEEP for God's sake!"

James nodded, "Right...of course, ma'am."

When James left, Cecillia rolled her eyes. "I swear...I don't think he'll ever change."

The next morning, everyone was ready for the earlier-than-usual briefing. Yesterday, the SG-1 team had found, yet another planet; P6X-869. It was almost like they couldn't go a whole two days without finding something new or being thrust into a new adventure. Everyone but Colonel O'Neil was ready for the briefing. Actually, Cecillia was nowhere to be found. General Williams looked around the table and the ones that were here; Major James Pierce...Check. The archeoligist, Jadis Jackson...Here. Ruu'kah...emotionless, but here nonetheless. Colonel O'Neil...where the hell is she? That's when General Williams spoke, "Where the hell is O'Neil?" When no one said anything, he went on, "Anyone know?"

"To be honest, sir? Probably still asleep." Major Pierce offered.

"Why would she still be asleep? She was informed of this meeting, was she not?"

"Of course, sir, but...it is Colonel O'Neil..."

"She is just like her father from what my own father has told me of Colonel Jack O'Neil." Ruu'kah stated in a monotone.

"Someone go get her...and tell her that if she's late for another briefing..." The General shook his head, "Just get her here, I'll tell her the rest later."

Since no one else was offering up to go get the woman, James shrugged and pushed his chair back. "Be back in a few minutes, sir." He nodded and went on his way.

"I'd reckon she ignored anyone that told her of the meeting..." James muttered as he entered his Colonel's quarters. "Colonel O'Neil?" He questioned the woman's presence in the room.

The only response that James got was a groan coming from the lump in the bed. James laughed, "Come on...up you get."

"Why?" Cecillia muttered.

"Because...you've got a briefing that you're about fifteen minutes late for."

"Aww shit, that was today?" She groaned as she rolled over onto her back to find James Pierce standing over her. At first, Cecillia figured it was just because he had, moments ago, being trying to wake her; She soon learned that may not have been the reason at all. She sat up and suddenly remembered about the low-cut black tank top she had put on to sleep in. She immediately let her hand go to hold the top close to her, though she knew that it was too late; he'd already seen everything he needed to see. "Like the view, do you?"

"Of course."

"Well, hope you etched it into your memory, because you won't ever see anything like that again." She said, throwing the blankets off. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

"Leave...now!"

James nodded, a smirk on his face, "Of course, ma'am." He turned and left the room.

Jaydis was standing in front of the others going on about something that Cecillia could give less about. "So, what I'm thinking is," She said, moving her hands around as she spoke, "That these...Larit'neen...they--"

"Can't we just get to the point already?"

"I'm...getting there, Colonel O'Neil..." Jadis said, sounding slightly dejected.

"Well...it's nothing personal, Jadis, it's just...well...haven't we been here for about three hours now?"

"It's...only been an hour and a half, ma'am."

"Anyway...back to your point, Jadis."

"Right..." The girl frowned, but quickly recovered and continued. "As I was saying...I think that the Larit'neen are something kind of like the Asgards...but...the difference is kind of hard to explain."

"Do you know the difference?" General Williams asked.

"Of course, but--"

"Then explain in best you can. Anyone that isn't paying attention...can suffer the consequences of not continuing on this mission." General Williams said, looking directly at Cecillia.

The last bit of the General's statement perked Cecilla's interest. If paying attention to Jadis was what would get her to be able to continue this mission then that's exactally what she would do. She sat up a little straighter and looked pointedly at Jadis.

"Contine, Jadis..."

"Alright...the Asgards, as you know, are the creators of the Stargate but the Larit'neen...they've created another machine much like the Stargate. The difference between the Stargate and the Celestial Turnstile is..." Jadis sighed and shook her head, "Alright...with the proper coordinates, the Stargate transports us to many different planets, right?"

There was a unified "Uh-huh..." Between James and Cecillia.

"Ok, now...the Celestial Turnstile, on the other hand, takes them to other...realms, really. Many...alternate realities, if you will. So...basically, while we've been doing what we've been doing, the Larit'neens have been doing the same thing...except they've been going to different realities rather than planets." Jadis paused, the added, "Oh, and...as I'm sure you know...well, if you read the memo, the Larit'neens can control time in any reality that they're in...that's what they are, really, time controllers."

"So...is our reality the same as theirs or would they have to find our reality?" Cecillia asked, leaning back in her chair.

"To be honest, I'm not...sure, but...I don't think so. I think they would have to find ours, but it shouldn't be hard...they're so much more advanced than we are."

"How far advanced?" James asked, eyebrow raised.

"Let's just say that the stuff we have now, for example, the weapons we have, they had about thirty years before."

"You mean ta tell me that these...Lar-a-whatevers are thirty years ahead of us in technology?" Cecillia asked.

"Exactly."

The blond headed girl looked over at Alexander, "General Williams, sir, I think I'm gonna resign and...go join the Lar-a...things...It just sounds more fun...more technology to mess with." She grinned.

"O'Neil," Major Pierce started.

"Yeah?"

"You realize that you would have to adapt to their technology, right?"

"Uh-huh..."

"And you realize that even with our technology, just for our four-membered team, the General orders eight of anything new that we get?"

"Why?" She asked, frowning.

"Because, you don't get the technology, get pissed off when it doesn't do what you want it to and you break it! You typically tend to go through at least two before resting on the third one...after having your obvious mistake pointed out to you."

"Well, if the third one's the charm...why would we order eight? Why not just six?"

"Backups." The other three SG-1 team members, as well as the General, chorused.

Colonel O'Neil looked around at her teammates and General, leaning back into her chair. She knew she could lose her temper and be extremely sarcastic sometimes, but it wasn't that bad was it? She made a mental note to ask Jadis or James about that later. Then, she suddenly wondered how well it would do for her to make a mental note when she would probably "misplace" it. She shrugged. Oh well. If I forget, I forget; If I don't, I don't.

It turned out that Cecillia didn't misplace her mental note. She and her teammates were walking towards the mess hall for lunch when she snapped. "Oh! Right...I was supposed to ask about that..." She muttered to herself.

The other three members of the SG-1 Team looked at their Colonel with utter confusion, except for Ruu'kah, who only raised his eyebrows as always. It was Jadis who spoke up, "Um...Cecilla...what are you talking about?"

"Oh, sorry." She shook her head, "Is my temper really that bad?" She was almost sing-songing when she asked the question.

An odd and creepy silence fell between the three. They all exchanged glances. Who was supposed to tell her? None of them wanted to; they all knew she would probably snap at whoever was unfortunate enough to tell her. However, the three also knew that if she wasn't informed soon, she might snap at all three of them and be pissed off for the rest of the day for, seemingly no reason at all.

Cecilla put her left hand on her hip. "Come on, guys...someone say something." It was evident from her tone she was already getting annoyed with having no answer yet.

Jadis immediately looked at James and Ruu'kah slowly turned towards the black-haired twenty-six year old, eyebrows raised. James gave the two a glare but spoke anyway. "To be honest..." He sighed, "Yeah...it's...pretty bad."

"How bad?" Cecilla asked as calmly as she could managed.

"Do you want me to tap you when you blow your lid later?"

Cecillia glared, "Are you insinuating that I loose my temper a lot?"

"No...well..yeah, actually...I am."

"Pierce...I swear to God, if you want to live until your thirtieth birthday, you should really learn how to shut your mouth or give a compliment, fake or not, when needed." Cecillia bit off each word before turning and going back down the corridor and heading, most likely, to her quarters.

Ruu'kah and Jadis looked at James. Jadis slapped the back of her hand on his shoulder. James gave her a look, "What was that for, Jackson?"

"That was for being a moron, Pierce!"

"How was I supposed to know that she'd get so pissed off? I figured that with a question like that she'd want the truth."

"It seems that you have much to learn of the females of your kind, Major Pierce." Ruu'kah said just before the three entered the mess hall.

"I need road map with Cecillia."

"Colonel O'Neil..." Jadis whispered. James gave her a look. "Backing off..." She said, throwing her hands in the air.

Notes - Ok, so the chapter was basically pointless except for the Larit'neen and their Celestial Turnstile, but...it was fun for me to write grin I'm loving Cecillia and James' relationship so far...and boy is there some great shit planned for later. grins mischievously Oh, by the way, the Larit'neens weren't pointless...they WILL play parts in this fic...big part, actually.

Anyway, drop me a line!

Later days, PFB

P.S. For lack of confusion and whatnot, introduction of new characters above:

Name - Cecillia Alexandria O'Neil Age - 27 (almost 28) Rank - Colonel Race - Human Job - SG-1 Team; Relation - Jack O'Neil & Samantha Carter's daughter

Name - James Pierce Age - 26 Rank - Major Race - Human Job - SG-1 Team; Weapons Specialist Relation - None to the previous team that we know

Name - Ruu'kah (Roo-kuh) Age - Technically unknown; looks around 28-30 or so Rank - None technically Race - Job - SG-1 Team; Relation - Teal'C's son (don't ask, I'm not even sure myself. And yes, I realize he has a son, but I don't remember his name)

Name - Jadis (Jay-dis) Faye Jackson Age - 27 Rank - brought in like her father, no military relation Race - Human Job - SG-1 Team; translates symbols and sometimes even what other beings are saying when the team are on missions. Relation - Daniel's daughter

Name - Dr. Nadia (Na-di-a) Hope Maxwell Age - 32 Rank - N/A Race - Human Job - Resident Stargate Command Doctor Relation - Janet's (double-check name) niece

Name - Alexander Williams Age - early 30s Rank - General Race - Human Job - to be...well...General-like (love that job description, don't you? rolls eyes)

Later days, PFB (again...)