OK! No need for threats. And, for the record, I wasn't threatening last time. I was asking as to the effectiveness of threats. There is--or should be--a difference.
And I know I said I'd have something up by Saturday, but I ran into technical difficulties. I don't know what happened, but my computer... well, it's seriously screwed up. Right now I'm using my Dad's computer, which has limited availability at best, so please bear with me as I attempt to keep writing.
One more thing: No one's done it yet, but please no referring to Season 2 episodes of Supernatural in reviews. I can't watch it when it is on, so I have to (grr) wait until it comes out on DVD. Which is going to be quite a while...
xxxx
"What's in Missouri?" Daniel beat Jack to the question.
Once again, the SGC people were forgotten, or at least ignored, while the boys had a 'family' conversation. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Dean growled. Missouri was a freakin' psychic! How could she not be able to help?
"I know, Dean, and believe me, I asked. I strait up asked what was happening to me, and she doesn't know."
"So, there's nothin' we can do about this right now."
"Right." Sam rubbed a hand over his face with a weary sigh and shook his bangs out of his face.
"All right, then," Dean turned to their less-than-willing hosts. "So, Sammy," he began conversationally, staring at Jack O'Neill with disturbing intensity, "About this stone circle thing with the energy field. Any ideas as to what it does?"
Sam dropped his hands to his lap, "Dude, it was a vision and I didn't exactly see it in use. All I've got are guesses."
"Fine. What might it be for?" Sarcasm tinted the query.
Sam glanced at his brother, then back out to the tense military personnel, "I'm not exactly sure, but I think it's some kind of long-range transport device." The caution he was sensing in the SGC people revved to full-out alarm.
Dean saw the tensing and exchanged glances, "Well, then. I'd say you're right, Sam. Not bad, geek-boy."
"So, are you going to tell us what you're doing here, or just stare like we're some kind of freaks?"
Dean glanced back at his brother and flashed a grin, "Looks like I'm rubbing off on you, little brother."
Yeah, that or my 'Shining' is starting to include empathy and telepathy. Which actually wouldn't surprise him, seeing as how he always knew when there was a seriously pissed-off spirit in the house. Thinking of which, the one on base was getting closer.
Jack gave the question due consideration before compromising. "I'll just... call the General."
xxxx
General Hammond was not happy when he arrived--and with good reason. He had two people who--even if they hadn't been told anything--somehow knew too much about what was going on at Stargate Command. Not only that, they were actually on base.
And Colonel Jack O'Neill had brought them.
"You'd better have a damn good explanation for this, Colonel," Hammond all but growled when he entered the infirmary.
"Ah, yes, sir," Jack stuttered, caught a little by surprise. The General was not someone to mess with... even if you were his second-in-command.
The boys behind him exchanged glances and barely suppressed grins. Looked like Jack was less than eloquent when faced by his superior's wrath.
"Sir," Carter said suddenly, addressing the General, "We were attacked by... something invisible, and these two helped us out."
Jack sent the Major a grateful look.
"Something invisible?" Hammond's attention immediately turned to the indication of alien activity, "I want a full report."
"Yes, sir," the two chorused, about to start explaining.
Sam stopped that attempt dead in its tracks, "Dean, tell me you've got something!"
All members of the SGC were so surprised by the sudden outburst that they turned to look at the boy.
"Dude, Sam, military base?" It took the older brother about half a second to realize what that demand meant; "Sam?"
The look on Sam's face was enough of an explanation for his brother.
"Oh, shit."
xxxx
Again, I apologize for the delay. Over Christmas, I had no access to a computer from which I could update. I'm now trying to get back into the flow of my stories, as the break was less than relaxing and afforded little time to work on plotlines and ideas.
My inspiration has faded and I must now go on a quest to recover it.
