Ch. 9: Visits and Reassignments


Zee was setting the table, trying to busy herself from her nervousness.

``Did you make a plan of action yet?`` Caroline asked.

``I thought I would just play it by ear,`` she said absentmindedly.

She spoke with Leyla and Carl earlier, and was fairly confident the Crazy Ones will behave themselves for the evening – meaning no babbling on and on for Leyla and no Redneck Act for Carl. They'd looked at her as if she'd just told them Halloween was canceled this year.

The twins were exhausted enough not to have a crying concert tonight and she had the outfit she would wear all picked out. Caroline was cooking vigorously, meaning there would be no complaints on that end. She just confirmed with Jack that that they will be here in an hour's time, the number of guests the same as it was said yesterday.

Other than that, she knew better than to make any more detailed plans, on the age old wisdom that no plan survived initial contact.

Caroline coughed. She turned to see her looking at her over the counter.

``That was not what I was talking about.``

``What were you talking about?``

Caroline sighed and poured something brown and chocolate smelling in a cake mould. Wasn't there some fuss about not baking chocolate that one time when there was that littleincident with the microwave?

``I mean in regards of this development. Being a mommy and a Nemesis, since your two years of, hah, maternity leave are nearly half-over. Having the father of your children in your life, his friends visiting today. And what about the car-shop?``

She sighed and hoped Caroline would just drop the subject. She generally just avoided thinking about all of that.

``Well, Simon has the things handled at the garage since he hired some college boy to help him out, so he only needs me for bookkeeping.`` And besides, the garage was more of a hobby, now that she didn't need the 'normal citizen' front anymore.

Caroline kept her eyes on a simmering pot and turned the gas down for about two millimeters.

``Do you plan to have any idea where do you want the date with Colonel lead anytime soon?``

The way Caroline said 'date', it sounded such a small thing. Whilst she had to go sit down after Jack left this morning. A date? Her? She'd never been on one! Not under that name, anyways. Going for a private run was the closest thing she ever did. Just what did one do on a date?

She had a vague notion of dinners, movies and inviting the gentleman in for a coffee the third time around, but that was pretty much it... So going on a hockey game wasn't a date, right?

``No.`` Short and to the point. Caroline raised an eyebrow at the saucepan, but luckily didn't press.

``I see.`` Could she sound any more disapproving?

``Well, I expect you at least have some planning started on how will you stay close to the twins once you go back to work.``

She groaned. She did have an idea, but she didn't really think it would work.

``There was talk of permanently posting three Nemesis at Cheyenne Mountain, so I volunteered, but it's pretty unlikely I'll get the job.``

Caroline turned to face her, one eyebrow raised.

``Why does Deep Space Telemetry need a- on a second thought, I don't want to know. Why would that be unlikely?`` This was said with Caroline glaring at a pot that was apparently simmering too much or too little.

``Because I'm not exactly renowned for my diplomatic skills. Besides, it's much more likely they will just put one of the Kyn working there through boot camp.`` Caroline smirked.

``And then there's the fact your Colonel works there. Isn't there some policy about…``

``Siblings or spouses are not supposed to be in the same chain of command, or some such. But that's not relevant to my situation.``

``Yet.`` Caroline coughed.

``Well, you could go to Denver. Amanda isn't all that bad, you know.``

She scowled. To Caroline, maybe, but in her opinion, that one earned the nickname 'The Bitch of Denver' for a reason.

She put the last wineglass on the table. At least Caroline had dropped the argument of heading back to England and taking the semi-stationary position at the Shrine. While it would mean not working in the field, it would also mean she would be basically living behind her desk. She would see more of her children if she was doing field-work.

The other option was to take the semi-stationary position of a Kynhouse Nemesis in Denver. Aaron was in favor of her going there. He didn't really say it, but she knew he spoke to Michael about getting her to move there. But she liked her freedom, and she and the Denver Kynhouse's Second were oil and water. Hm. Aaron wouldn't really order anything, but he would somehow bend and twist the situation so that she would end up there. She should make a call and see just how far a fox's gratitude goes.

``I better go and get ready,`` she muttered and headed for her room. Caroline hmphed.

``You'll have to decide sometime,`` she said warningly.


Janet was looking at the people in her backseat. Sam and Teal'c were sporting nearly identical blank expressions. They were taking her SUV to get to the place where Siobhan Michaels lived. Jack was driving in front of her with Daniel, who had been practically vibrating in excitement. The atmosphere in the car was tense.

Sam was still sulking and Teal'c was probably feeling naked without any weapons on.

Jack had had a few words with them all before they headed to finally visit and see the children and their mother. Basically it boiled down to: `Behave, or else.`

She thought back on the day. They've had a Kyn diplomat coming to the base and talking to the General. Sam had been looking into Siobhan Michaels and, after the diplomat the Kyn sent left the base, she came and visited her in the infirmary. Apparently she'd found some dirt, and was just about to share when- in came Jack and dragged Sam off. And then he got them all together and told them some facts about the woman that was the mother to his children.

She had been a bit rattled at the woman's history. The older-than-Jack-by-a-century Kyn Nemesis apparently lived in very interesting times, and not in a good way.

Case in point: She was the Bloody Duchess (…albeit not really, since she was proven innocent by the England police and all). Hmmm, Cassie loved that movie. She briefly entertained the thought of asking for an autograph.

Sam glared at the floor the entire time, even more so when Jack loudly thanked her for following his orders of not doing a background check. That was a bit much, in her opinion. Sam was just looking out for him, after all.

The subject of ages past was not to be discussed, to Daniel's great disappointment. Teal'c was ordered to leave his weapons behind, and her Jack had promise she wouldn't ask any 'doctor questions.'

She actually didn't plan to, remembering how Michaels reacted when she offered her services and recommended a therapist.

The house they parked in front of was a modern duplex in a good neighborhood, but it was a bit small for six people. Especially if two of those were children. She wondered if Jack planned to get Michaels to move in with him. Probably, he wouldn't willingly live separately from his children. She really hoped Michaels didn't have a boyfriend or a fiancé…


Daniel was both excited and worried. Excited, because he was going to meet Jack's children and their mother– The Not- Bloody Duchess Nemesis who lived through Victorian England! – and worried that it would be a disaster. He wasn't worried about Teal'c as much as he was worried for Sam, not wanting her to be hurt in all this. He really hoped that Michaels wouldn't be mean to Sam, or that the house-mates wouldn't ask why Teal'c was wearing a headscarf...

He was really looking forward to meeting the Nemesis that he only saw on footage and pictures, to see the twins, and he'd get to see an actual Kyn household. His internal anthropologist was squealing in glee.

Janet parked the car and after a rushed series of last minute warnings from Jack they were all piling out and heading for the front door.

Jack had only just raised his hand toward the doorbell, when the door opened, revealing a girl in a sundress.

``Jack!`` she squealed, ``You're early!``

She was beaming at them, showing no signs of being cold in sub-zero weather. She was short, upbeat and cute, looked like a gypsy and spoke like a valley girl. Friendly and harmless-looking, the perfect person for first-contact. There had obviously been some strategizing on the other side as well. Successful, at that.

He sneaked a glance at the others. Yup, even Teal'c seemed a little more at ease. Jack seemed amused.

``Yeah, how unpunctual of us to arrive four minutes too early.``

The -young woman, not a girl- cheerfully nodded.

``Yup, totally rude. Speaking of, sorry, please come in, and who are your friends?`` She stepped aside, and a few moments later they were all inside.

The bouncy brunette led the way to the living room, where the woman that was the cause of all the hubbub awaited.

She looked different in person. Taller than he expected, but then he only saw her on footage and next to her colleague Zhuchkow everyone looked short. She was green-eyed, pale and freckled, with interesting features that transformed into pretty when she gave them a welcoming smile. All in all she looked more like a lady and less like jailbait.

``Good evening, Jack, Dr. Fraiser, Capitan Carter, sirs.`` So polite.

Also very formal, but it didn't hide the nervous edge of her voice. Somehow, to Daniel, it made Siobhan approachable, human. This was Siobhan Michaels, and not Nemesis Michaels. No fearsome warrior here, just a woman nervous of making a bad impression.

The man on the sofa stood politely, and put an arm around Leyla's waist as she bounced to stand next to him. He spied the matching pendants around their necks; ones that he guessed contained the flax twine knots from their Binding, and then noticed in surprise that they also wore wedding rings. A Bound pair.

He looked at the man. A bit on the short side, with a wiry frame and a forgettable face. Jeans and some metal band shirt, plus six earrings in total, two of which were not on his ears. His hair was dyed black, light brown or blonde originally, if his eyebrows were anything to go by; he looked to be in his mid-twenties, hazel eyes sharp.

His bound-mate, standing contently next to him, was a dark exotic beauty, with huge dark eyes and long black curls reaching to the middle of her back from a high pony-tail. He noticed faded henna patterns on her hands and looked away, sharply reminded of Sha're.

``So, let me do introductions?`` Jack said in a lazy tone. Specifically, Drawl Nb.4, the one usually used in trying to persuade natives not to sacrifice them to appease their gods.

``This is my team: Dr. Samantha Carter, astrophysicist extraordinaire, Dr. Daniel Jackson who translates things and Murray, nicknamed T. Dr. Janet Fraiser is the base CMO, that is, the lady that patches us up when things go south in the labs. Guys, these are Carl and Leyla Smith that live in the other half of the house and Siobhan Roy Michaels. There's Caroline Parson too, somewhere. Kitchen, I bet.``

Siobhan smiled, and Carl gave a little wave. Siobhan stepped forward, and offered Sam a hand.

``Pleased to see you again, Capitan Carter. Please, call me Zee.`` The other two, Carl and Leyla came closer, probably to shake hands as well.

Sam, to her credit, hesitated for only a fraction of a second before she took the offered hand with an almost not-forced smile: ``Likewise. Sam.`` Whew.

Zee nodded and moved on.

Janet shook hands next and Siobhan smiled at her with genuine amusement.

``Dr. Fraiser. You'll be pleased to know I took your advice.`` What advice? He'll have to ask later.

``Good, because I'm not allowed to give any today,`` Janet answered, returning the smile.

Siobhan then turned to him.

``Dr. Jackson.`` Daniel gave an enthusiastic handshake, excitement swelling.

``Miss Michaels, so nice to finally meet you, I'm Daniel Jackson, call me Daniel. I was in the infirmary when you were visiting the Mountain, but I heard so much about you, I just have to ask -``

``Danny,`` Jack said warningly, cutting him off in a voice that promised retaliation if the questions didn't stop. He felt himself flush even as he bit his tongue.

Siobhan laughed. Carl looked at him in vary curiously. What?

``Ya sure ya don't have any relatives with Jackson for a last name, Leyl'?`` he drawled. Siobhan waved him off, grinning. Oh, ha, ha, make fun of the archeologist. The initial tension went down several notches, though, so he didn't really mind.

``Shush, you. Daniel, so nice to meet you. Please, call me Zee.`` The smile was genuine.

She turned towards Teal'c.

``Greetings, NemesisSiobhanMichaels.``

Teal'c inclined his head instead of shaking hands, and Siobhan – Zee – bowed her head without skipping a beat. She also kept her distance, probably noticing his discomfort.

``Greetings, T. Murray. I welcome you in my house.`` The words were solemn and he was reminded of the Old World laws of hospitality – which were nearly identical to those of Jaffa, now that he thought about it.

He looked over at the Smiths. There seemed to be some words exchanged in Kyn, because they followed Zee's lead, shaking hands, and exchanging bows with Teal'c.

``So campers, introductions-wise, that leaves Caroline. And then you can all go and coo and aww over my kids,`` said Jack in an upbeat tone. Leyla giggled, and Zee smiled.

``Good luck getting her out of the kitchen. We'all just cut our losses and ran out when she threatened to trash the next person to come within two feet of the stove.`` It was Carl that spoke. There were smiles all around at his imitation of a British accent. He was the comic relief\peacemaker of the group, then.

Good, because while Daniel could usually persuade natives not to do anything violent, his team grew immune to 'the Danny pacifier effect' a while ago.

There was a cough from their left and they all turned to witness the tallest woman Daniel had ever seen step from the doorway. Swoop, actually.

She was easily seven feet tall, her height fortified by her posture, with blue eyes and dark brown hair. She looked a bit intimidating, despite the polite smile on her face. She spoke with a crisp Oxford accent.

``I assure you I would have come to introduce myself sooner were it not for the fact that the three of you are absolutely hopeless as far as cooking skills go. Good evening, Colonel.''

Gee Granny, what big teeth you have… Wow. So this was the resident Big Bad Kyn. With prim attitude, a commanding presence, and her hair in a bun too.

Jack just smiled, and re-did the introductions. The woman nodded approvingly and shook hands politely. She bowed to Teal'c last and excused herself after informing them that dinner will be done in half an hour. When the door closed behind her, Daniel slumped, and noticed in annoyance that he had been standing at attention. And he wasn't even in the military!

``Is it just me, or is she even more frosty today?`` Quipped Jack as they all sat down.

``Oh, don't mind Carrie,`` chirped Leyla (it was impossible to think of her as Ms. Smith), ``She's just being her stiff Brit self. Anyone care for something to drink?``

Siobhan shook her head.

`` You'll just have to bear with Caroline for a while. She is… mistrustful of strangers. And, Jack, your comment yesterday was rather… improper.``

Jack flushed. What did he say?

``It was a legitimate question,`` Jack grumbled defiantly. Leyla giggled and distributed glasses of whiskey.

``What question?`` Asked Daniel.

Jack shook his head, seemingly fascinated by his drink. Zee chuckled.

``He asked if the children had a future step-father… or a current step-mother named Caroline.`` Janet sniggered in her whiskey as Daniel choked and Sam goggled. Teal'c raised an eyebrow in a `You Tau'ri are strange`way

Leyla stifled her giggling at the cross look Siobhan was sending her, and grinned at him.

`` Just ignore the frost, and she'll warm up soon enough. And if you think she's angry at you, let me tell you, this is mild compared to her being really angry. Now that's bad; it's like, like, an Ice Age, crossed with detention and a disapproving mother-superior.``

There were smirks all around, before Janet asked:

``So, Zee, where exactly did you and Jack meet?``

Daniel crowed inside. Ooh, right, he forgot to tell Janet – with liberal use of some tricky evasive maneuvers, but it paid off.

Zee blushed and Jack groaned. If the Smiths grinned any wider their faces would split. As would his.

Leyla beat them all from answering.

``They met in this dive of a bar in Atlanta, got drunk and made babies. Isn't that just soooo romantic?`` There wasn't a trace of sarcasm in her tone.

``Leyla!`` Zee glared at the unrepentant brunette.

``But it was fate!`` Leyla exclaimed.

``I still can't believe you were just going to ignore a sign like that, going away without even asking for a phone number!- `` Zee glared hard. The rest of them were, with varying stages of success, trying not to laugh.

The conversation started flowing after that. Nothing like some friendly ribbing to break the tension.


Sam was torn.

She watched Siobhan and Jack trading quips with a mix of amusement and sadness.

Zee was pretty, tough, obviously intelligent… but damnit, so was she. It wasn't fair. What did the redhead have that Sam didn't? It hurt, seeing them like this.

But at the same time she knew she couldn't do anything, wouldn't do it either, because Jack just looked so happy. She refused to play some sort of soap-opera villainess. So she choked down the jealousy and smiled and turned her attention elsewhere.

``So, Sam, as an astrophysicist, did you actually ever get to say: Houston, we have a problem?`` Leyla asked.

She started explaining the difference between astronaut and astrophysicist, grateful for the distraction.

The tall, cool-mannered Caroline was the only one who was as intimidating as she expected the Kyn to be. Sam instantly hated how the woman made her feel somehow shamefully lacking with one piercing, haughty look. She sat down as far away from her as she could.

The food was delicious; she just wished she could enjoy it more.

Conversation was awkward at first, before everyone could find some common ground, but on the whole, it was a lot less tense as it could've been. Just as Zee told them, Caroline warmed up eventually, to Daniel and Janet if no one else. She was cordial to her and Jack, but Teal'c she was nearly… mothering; it was fairly amusing to see the big Jaffa being constantly offered another helping, like a little growing boy at Grandma's.

She couldn't keep herself from staring at how much the Kyn ate, though. Even Leyla easily put away as much as Teal'c.

Over dessert, Daniel finally gathered the courage to risk Jack's wrath by asking what their hosts' respective animae were. Then again, by the way he blanched the second the question was out and Jack glared it was entirely possible he just forgot that it might be insulting to ask.

Caroline frowned briefly and stood up. To Sam's surprise though, she didn't launch into a lecture about proper table conversation.

`` Well, let me redo my introduction, as if this was in an official setting:

Greetings, I am Caroline Alice Parson, sand-cat-Kyn of the Denver Kynhouse, born Caroline Alice Parson of the London Kynhouse, under Alpha Solomon Brenwick. Daughter of Josephine Parson and Lars Sorenson, former mate of James Gillinger.`` She briefly bowed her head and sat back down.

``That was the formal introduction? Formal introduction for Kyn?`` Daniel asked, looking like he wanted to take notes.

Siobhan nodded.

``The formal way of introductions between Kyn. It'll probably become a formal introduction to non-Kyn as well, since we are all publicly acknowledged now.``

``What is a sand-cat? Is it similar to a domestic cat?`` Teal'c seemed to like Caroline, but then again, she was nice to him from the beginning.

``Yes, though as the name implies, it lives in deserts, Africa to be specific.`` She piled another piece of cheesecake on the plate he was holding out with a pleased smile. Somehow she seemed to warm up quicker to those that ate the most. Sam could swear the woman's eyes softened the tiniest bit the moment she lost her internal battle and helped herself to a second cupcake.

``Looks like one, but with a square head,`` said Carl. Caroline threw him a dark glare, and he beamed back innocently.

``My anima resembles an Eurasian lynx,`` said Siobhan quickly.

``Nah, I still say it looks more like a bobcat,`` Leyla argued. Siobhan sighed.

``I said resembles, didn't I now?`` She turned to the fascinated Daniel and Janet. ``It is not too uncommon for the anima to look a bit of an odd breed between sub-species. For instance, I'm too big to be a Canadian lynx, but if one was to ignore my coloring, I could pass for one by body-shape.``

``Coloring? `` Janet was leaning forward, fascinated, and Sam saw Jack do the same. Guess he still didn't know everything about his new love interest, she thought smugly.

``She's this incredible ochre color with these gorgeous beige markings and the tufts- It's so cute! -and her belly's this pretty dark auburn color and it is just sooo…`` Siobhan was glaring at Leyla, who just went on with a gleeful smile: ``Cute! 'Cuz it makes her markings turn out French beige in the right light. I wish I was as interesting.`` She pouted to the general amusement.

``The right light?`` Asked Janet, smiling.

``It's cream-colored in any light,`` said Zee. ``Leyla is about the only one who calls it 'beige'. I had trouble running from fascinated biologists in the past. And hunters.``

``Well at least you blend in. Could be worse. You could be albino, making you pink, like Jade. Or named Kitty.`` Carl said mock-consolingly.

``Aww. I'm sure you're very pretty, Zee. So what about you two?`` Jack turned to the Smiths.

``Me, I'm a dog.`` Carl grinned.

``A hound. An Irish wolfhound,`` corrected Caroline sternly. Carl grinned.

``A mangy mutt by any other name, Carol-y, and don't you forget it.``

``And I'm a wolf,`` chimed in Leyla.

``Wait, wait,`` Jack waved his hands, a large grin appearing. ``You're a wolfhound, and your wife's a wolf?``

``Yup.`` The Smiths chorused.

``We met at a dog pound,`` said Leyla. ``He bailed me out.`` Even Sam couldn't fight a smile at that. It was just so… corny.

Jack started to say something else, when Zee suddenly shushed him sharply. He gave her a perplexed look, but she closed her eyes, head tilted to the side. The other Kyn behind the table went silent and Sam could swear their ears twitched.

She detected a slight sound in the sudden silence, and noticed a baby monitor on the kitchen counter on the other side of the room. Siobhan stood up.

``I'm sorry to leave you, but it seems like Blair woke up. I'll just go and see if Gwen is awake as well. Either way I'll bring him down, all right?``

``Oh, sure,`` started Daniel, and Janet offered help, as did Jack. Zee politely refused and left, and in a few minutes, her voice sounded from the baby monitor, telling them to wait in the living room and she would bring them both down.

Sam felt a sudden wave of jealousy tighten her throat, and she lagged behind as everyone stood up. She just needed a minute to compose herself. Just a few seconds, and then she'll go and congratulate Jack and sing the kids praises.

``Mayhap one of you would volunteer to help clear the dishes? I could join you faster that way.`` Caroline caught her eyes and Sam found herself hastily volunteering for kitchen duty.

The others went to the living room.

Sam stood behind the table awkwardly, trying not to squirm under Caroline's scrutiny. Sure, most Kyn were older than you, but they didn't act like it – they didn't have their age showing in their eyes. There was something about the woman that made Sam feel like she was seven and had been throwing a temper tantrum behind the cereal aisle. That look that said: 'You know better than to do that.' It made her feel ashamed. Pissed her off to no end.

Caroline gave a nod, as if to herself, and turned her back on her.

``I prefer to load the dish-washer myself,`` said Caroline in an even tone to the counter-top. Sam blinked furiously.

``Take a few deep breaths, Capitan, and hand over the plates.``

Sam took a deep breath and started to collect the plates.


Teal'c had seen and learned much since he broke free of his servitude to the false god Apophis, but finding out of the existence of Kyn was one of the most startling revelations.

He had heard many stories as a young boy, and when he became First Prime to Apophis, he also found out that Devouring Ones were the reason some worlds were not to be set foot on.

Bra'tac had told him of his own encounter with one. The creature attacked an entire squadron of Jaffa head-on, and slaughtered a third of their number in the time it took them to dial out. They had retreated just as two more arrived. He knew now that Bra'tac had encountered a Feral pack. He only hoped the encounter would not cause his old mentor to react in the same way he did to the existence of Kyn once he found out.

When he had first learned of Kyn on Earth a part of him wanted to ask O'Neill to let him return to Chulak. But since then he learned that there was a world of difference between Kyn and the monsters that even the System Lords avoided confronting. The Kyn were nothing like the Ferals, as they called the Devouring Ones. The first were a people, the second, monsters.

At first he had feared all Kyn, even the one he had previously befriended among the SGC personnel. had often kept him company during dinner in the mess hall when his teammates were home or working. The soft-spoken microbiologist did not mind his silences, and she had tended to his teammates more than once with admirable skill and devotion when odd diseases had put them in the sick-bed. He felt fear and a sense of betrayal when he learned she was of Kyn.

When he realized his 'Kynphobia', as O'Neill had called it, was making him into a liability, he purposely sought contact with the source of his fear in hopes of overcoming it. The technique had been recommended by DanielJackson, but only marginally successful at first.

It was only after he was saved by a Kyn from a Feral that he fully realized the difference between a Kyn and a Feral. It was similar, though much more prominent, as the difference between the fabled Tok'ra and the Goa'uld. He was ashamed to have initially thought them the same now.

He had since apologized to , and was now on friendly terms with her once more. He did not feel alarmed by the presence of Kyn, as they were much like any other civilian people. However, Kyn warriors, the Nemesis, still made him feel threatened.

He knew he disappointed O'Neill with his outburst when he first found about O'Neill fathering children with a Nemesis. ColonelO'Neill would not attempt to surprise them with the news had he thought Teal'c would react in such a way. To his everlasting shame he had acted upon his still present fears, like a child might.

JackO'Neill did not have many weaknesses, but his remorse and guilt over his son's death was one of them. Having been told that he had another chance at fatherhood would be the perfect way to get him to lower his guard. He had feared a trap, one meant to get his friend's trust and gain information.

He had later apologized, and NemesisMichaelZhuchkow was gracious enough, laughingly saying he would be disappointed if no-one was suspicious enough to call him a liar, his eyes approving.

He was certain that there were Kyn on some of the worlds the System Lords would not approach. The Kyn on Earth avoided exposure for a long time, with Earth having a much bigger population than most other planets. There was also a story among the Jaffa, spread around as a warning not to displease one's gods, that told of the First Prime of Hera who somehow 'lost' three most appealing hosts, and then tried to explain to his god how the birds got in. The existence of Kyn on planets other than Earth would explain much. He had high hopes for DiplomatAmbercue succeeding in establishing a liaison - having a Nemesis in SGC could help if the need to defend themselves from a Feral arose.

He remembered NemesisSiobhanMichaels. His first impression of her had been one of a warrior, later confirmed as he saw her kill the monster he was nearly eaten by. He was as vary towards her as he was towards her fellow Nemesis, not fooled by her small stature. She killed the Feral after a very short fight, severing his spinal cord in a single precise strike at its neck.

He was uncomfortable at setting foot in her domain at first, but her earlier greeting reassured him that she did not see him as a threat. She had bowed to him as to an equal, and acknowledged him as her guest, reassuring him, purposely conveying a message of peace.

SiobhanMichaels's friends were confusing, more so than the Tau'ri in general. The two that were married – or bound, as the Kyn called it, - Leyla and Carl Smith, were both very unusual; the woman with her fast talking and childish enthusiasm, the man with his lazy manner of speech and watchful eyes. KynCarolineParson was very hospitable and well mannered, her serenity easing (once he got over the disconcertment of encountering a woman that towered over him).

Teal'c was aware that KynCarolineParson had asked for help with the intention of giving SamanthaCarter time to regain her equilibrium. A kind gesture, especially as it was apparent that KynCarolineParson did not like CapitanCarter.

He was slightly worried for CapitanCarter himself; he did not think that she would go against O'Neill's wishes and orders and seek information about NemesisMichaels.

He also noticed that SiobhanMichels and O'Neill were displaying signs of mutual attraction. This was cause for concern. Two strong-minded individuals, both warriors, both with a worthy cause that consumed much of their time would have trouble establishing a relationship. Especially with children to take care of at the same time.

Children he was now to see.

He turned his attention to NemesisMichaels entering, carrying two oddly shaped containers resembling cloth-padded baskets, holding within one baby each.

When Rya'c was born, he had proudly showed his son to his friends and fellow warriors, who vowed to protect and guide his son, were he slain in the service of his god. It seemed that the Tau'ri had a similar, if much less official way of presenting their children.

Their mother set the containers on the couch carefully and took one infant in her arms, while Jack carefully lifted the other. Everyone was crowded around the babies and praised, admired, and as O'Neill predicted, 'cooed' over them.

BlairKeane was the name of the boy; GwenAislin was the girl. DanielJackson immediately explained the meaning of the names. Teal'c approved.

SamanthaCarter and KynCarolineParson rejoined them, the Capitan somewhat calmer.

``Can I hold her?`` asked SiobhanMichaels. He watched as the small infant was carefully handed over, noting that SiohbanMichaels hesitated for only the briefest of moments.

Janet held the baby for a time, `cooing` again. The oath to protect was never uttered, but it was told nonetheless. He inspected the child.

GwenAislin was small, smaller than most infants her age, though she seemed inquisitive and alert, had light green eyes and blond hair. Her name was well chosen.

He stepped over to the boy, currently being held by LeylaSmith. The boy had the same green eyes as his sister, but his hair showed promises of becoming the same red as his mother's. He seemed to be listening intently to Daniel who was looking down at him, talking animatedly.

was talking to SiobhanMichaels, having handed GwenAisling back. Most of the words were lost on him, since he knew nothing about caring for Tau'ri infants.

He noticed that SamanthaCarter was reluctant to approach the children. He resolved to further discuss the nature of her plight with DanielJackson, later, when they were back at SGC.

He became aware of SiobhanMichaels's eyes on him. She was measuring him, inspecting, assessing his trustworthiness. He was not insulted by it; she had looked at Janet much the same way before she handed her GwenAislin.

``Would you like to hold her for a bit, Murray?`` He bowed his head, honored, well aware of just how much trust she was extending with the offer.

She placed the small bundle in his arms in the sudden hush from his team-mates.

The last infant he had held was Rya'c, but he remembered how to properly hold one. He silently vowed to keep this child safe, internally repeating the traditional oath.

``Ya make a funny sight mister,`` said CarlSmith. He raised his eyebrow at the chorus of chuckles from his friends. He gave them a flat stare, but admitted to himself that the sight of him holding a baby in a pink blanket was entertaining to a degree.

He handed the child to O'Neill, as KynCarolineParson asked him if he had any children of his own. The conversation turned to the topic of siblings and children.

He noticed that SamanthaCarter was cautiously but curiously looking at BlairKeane. It gave him an idea, and he casually took a few steps towards her, intruding on her personal space just enough to make her subconsciously take a step closer to BlairKeane. He then watched, amused, as she gingerly took the proffered child from LeylaSmith and held out for an entire half a minute before she, too, started to 'coo over' the infant.

SiobhanMichaels caught his eye and grudgingly nodded. He inclined his head.


Janet thought this was going fairly smoothly. Everybody was finally more or less at ease, chatting and getting to know each other, the two adorable babies held by their parents. It was amazing how different, lighter, happier, Jack was in their presence.

Siobhan and Janet talked about their experiences with treating Kyn, Carl talked computers with Sam, and Leyla bombarded Daniel with all sorts of questions, which were answered and returned.

Teal'c eventually said a few words, with Zee nonetheless, about the silver daggers that she wore when she came to SGC. The Nemesis explaining they were only silver coated, (because just silver would bend or break too fast,) which somehow turned out into a discussion about whether or not daggers like those could be thrown with enough power to pierce body armor, before Carl stepped in, reminding them not to make folks sick with tales of gore.

``So, Miz. Fraiser, got any particularly embarrassing stories about the weird injuries you treated?`` Janet smiled widely at Carl, whose eyes were sparkling.

``Aw, c'mon,`` complained Jack.

``I'm sure Carl is merely curious about the good doctor's experiences with the definition of 'weird.' So we'll know how much we can tell her of our daily chaos of child-rearing.`` Zee gave him an innocent smile.

Jack bowed his head in mock-contrition.

``Well then, guess I have to apologize for thinking he'd be so evil to dig for embarrassing stories on me.`` Blair in his hands smiled happily in agreement. Ooh, that little tyke was just such a sweetie…

``Damn straight.`` Jack gasped, feigning outrage.

``Why, Siobhan, me bonnie lass, was that an Americanism I heard thy lovely lips utter? Thee hast grown crass amongst thus colonial heathens, besmirching the proper form of the English language like so.``

``Sir, that made no sense at all,`` said Sam, trying not to smile. It looked like Carl made her feel better at last, with something about Apple, kernels and bugs. One would think they were farmers…

``Yeah, 'thus' means 'so' and you used first quasi-Shakespearian and then 3rd century English and…`` Daniel started, before Jack cut him off, complaining about everyone making fun of him. Zee, playing along, crossly asked him what Scottish wench he got the brogue off.

Oh, the sparks were flying.

Eventually it was time for the babies to go to bed, unfortunately. She promised to herself to visit again at the first opportunity and made a mental mark to buy them some toys.

They sat in the living room, waiting for Zee and Leyla to come back down.

``So, Caroline, I hear you're a teacher these days,`` Jack said casually. A teacher?

``Why yes, I just started.``

``Really? I mean… no offense, but weren't there any complaints from the parents?`` Daniel was using his diplomacy voice.

``Of course,`` said Caroline with a look of annoyance, ``But the thing was, the students of the parents that complained the most were the first to defend me. They felt having a Kyn teacher was 'cool.'`` The last bit was said in the same tone a PETA member would say 'and then they lit the cat on fire and ate a puppy sandwich.'

``Come now Ms. C., you know you love them,`` said Zee, walking through the door.

Janet smiled at the mulish look on Caroline's face.

``Talking of cool,`` said Jack casually. ``You guys heard about Russia?`` What about it?

``You mean them editing the military rules?`` Zee twisted her face in distaste.

``Ya. Something wrong with it?``

``Just the bit where they want the Kyn to serve without the silver. It goes against the Teaching,`` she explained. ``Oh, you can defend yourself or uphold the law, but to use anima- or fighter-form for attacking a non-Kyn is a quick way to the next life. And I can't say I like the thought of making them train in Siberia apart from the other cadets.``

``Your people believe in reincarnation?`` Teal'c asked. She really should read up on Kyn religion…

``Sure, and a temporary Heaven and Hell, of sorts, before that.`` said Leyla in an upbeat tone. ``For a while. And hey, Zee, what's the word on the Nemesis-vine? Something about joining forces with the cops?``

Zee's face looked like she just bit into a lemon. A rotten one.

``Yes, that. I don't know if you heard about this yet, Jack, but there is talk of letting the police handle minor felonies and misdemeanours in accordance to both the Teaching and the Law. It's still being discussed at the Shrine. Last I heard more cussed, actually, since the First Alphas put their collective foot down. No one likes to be called inefficient, but we are too thinly stretched right now. It'll probably come in effect in about a year``

Jack had that look in his eyes. The seemingly oblivious 'I Have an Idea' -look.

``So you'll be working less?``

Zee gave him a Look on her own.

``Oh yes. I'll just be doing more dangerous work when I go back to the field. No more domestic disputes and catching thieves, just chasing Ferals. Lovely for me. Would you like to share the shenanigans you're assembling behind that blank expression?``

Janet laughed before she could stop herself. Sharp.

Jack blinked, then regained his balance and gave her a look of puzzled innocence that didn't fool anyone.

``What, me? Shagging? Am not.``

There was a beat of silence (the Oh, he did not just say that, right?), and then Leyla folded over in a giggling fit, setting everybody off. Zee blushed a fiery red, but the corners of her mouth were twitching.

``Ye-es, thank you for that. This reminds me, Dr. Fraiser?``

``Yes?`` said Janet, wiping the tears from her eyes.

``Any hospital stories that you would care to share?`` Janet returned her smile and leaned back in her seat while Jack groaned.

Very sharp.


Jack was glad the whole ordeal was over and done with. It went about as well as was expected, with Janet and Daniel befriending everyone within a few minutes of contact, Sam hating Zee but loving the kids and Teal'c being Teal'c.

That reminded him, he'll have to talk to T what was the best thing to tell Bra'tac. It was a small miracle no team had bumped into Ferals off-world yet. Soon as he knew about Kyn, the General quietly gave orders to have a clip of silver-tipped hollow-point bullets on person whenever they went off-world. So now he'll have to tell the old Jaffa they'll soon have a Kyn in some of the first contact teams… Start with telling him they kill Ferals here and then explain who did the killing?

Anyhow, yesterday went as it could be expected. Right now he was in the mess hall.

It was seven in the morning, and- Yup, there came Daniel.

``Hey, Jack,`` he started nervously, fidgeting.

``Danny. What are you doing here so early? Didn't I order you to sleep in?` He said sternly. Daniel scowled.

``I'm a civilian, mother. And I know it's early, but I had to talk to you.``

He seemed anxious, worried even. They got themselves some coffee and made their way to Daniel's office in silence. Eventually, Jack spoke.

``What's on your mind, space-monkey?`` Daniel stared at his mug.

``Are you going to retire?`` He was stumbling over words. ``Because I know how much this all means to you, and I know you want to be there for your kids, butIreallydon'tthink-``

``Daniel.`` Daniel clamped his mouth shut.

``No.``

``No, what?``

``No, I'm not retiring. I'm not leaving SGC and I'm not getting myself transferred to a safer job. We're a team, Danny-boy, and you're not getting rid of me.``

``Oh. Okay, then.`` Daniel gave him a relieved smile before his forehead crinkled and he stared at his mug some more. Jack was about to ask him what else was wrong, when there was a knock on the door. It was Janet and Sam. They seemed surprised to find him there.

``Foiled your Let's Plot Behind Jack's Back Club meeting?`` He asked, grinning.

He let them get their coffee, too, and watched them squirm, too. This was fun.

``I'm not retiring,`` he told them when Janet was about to speak.

Janet closed her mouth, frowning.

``Oh. And here I had this whole speech thought up after having spent half a night making up reasons why you shouldn't,`` Janet complained, smiling.

``Oh, make them up? I think I'm insulted.``

He kept his tone light and teasing, but there was some truth in that. He would never just leave like that, abandon them to fight without him. He liked to think they knew it, too.

``So Daniel, you were about to ask something?`` He said. Daniel gave him an alarmed look. His eyes darted to Sam and he stammered:

`` Um, well, nothing really, I was just wondering,-`` Either something about Sam or something about him and Zee. Dammit Space-monkey, so much diplomacy that you do and you still can't lie worth a damn...

``No, I haven't heard from the Kyn about letting you into their history records, if that was what you were asking,`` he cut him off quickly.

Sam looked away, and Janet was looking like she wanted to kill them both. Way to go, Danny. He changed the subject.

``So, thoughts and criticisms about yesterday?``

``They seemed nice,`` said Janet, still frowning at Daniel. Carter didn't look up from the contents of her mug.

``Oh?``

``I liked Caroline,`` said Daniel enthusiastically. Carter scowled.

``I bet,`` she muttered.

``Carter?`` He kept his tone neutral. She stared at her coffee.

``I think they're decent enough. I would like to visit the munchkins again,`` she said with a slight smile. Yeah, he bet she would. They had her wrapped firmly around their little finger. She was gonna be their favourite Auntie Sam as soon as they learned to talk, and spoil them rotten. If only Zee didn't come with the package.

``I'm visiting them Wednesday afternoon, if you want to come with,`` said Janet.

``Oh?`` This was news. She turned to him with a slightly guilty expression.

``Yeah, Leyla invited me for Poker Night, if it's-``

``Not for me to decide,`` he cut her off. And it wasn't. He thought. Probably?

Truth was, the way things were with him and Zee… He was pretty much making things up along the way. Both of them were. There was nothing in his past experiences to help him, nothing he heard done or have done to hint at what should he do… How do you treat a Nemesis that somehow became the mother of your children? How do you woo a near-two-century old Englishwoman? How the hell do you raise Kyn kids?

``So, what's this I hear about the Kyn getting their liaisons on off-world teams?`` Asked Daniel brightly, interrupting his thoughts.

Carter ignored him.

``What's your impression?``

Gulp. He decided to play dumb.

``They are getting three Nem-``

``Of Siobhan,`` she said in a defiant tone.

He suppressed a sigh. He wouldn't lie to his team-mates. He didn't want to do this. Dammit Sam, pride is one thing, but this is just...

``She's a stubborn nearly-200-year-old Land-of tea-and-scones-woman, kinda stick in the mud but with a mean sense of humor and kills monsters. I like her.``

Sam nodded, a hint of bitterness in her eyes. He felt like a complete bastard.

Janet was looking like she wanted to strangle him with his entrails, eyes promising square needles and physicals by young squealing nurses. Daniel just looked pained.

Carter sighed.

``So, are you planning to ask her out?``The hell?

``Wha?``

She gave him a defiant look.

``Siobhan.`` He gaped at her. Janet was looking at her with eyebrows raised, while Daniel smiled an odd smile.

``You were practically mooning over each other yesterday.``

``Sorry.`` He bit his tongue as soon as the words left his mouth. Sam was pretending things were fine, she didn't need him rubbing it in. Janet's glare doubled in potency.

``It's okay. I'm happy for you. Just don't ask me to be best friends with her, or that blue-eyed iceberg.`` She gave him a half-smile he couldn't begin to interpret.

``Well?``

``Er.``

``Oh my God, you are?`` Daniel was gaping. He willed the blush rising up his neck from spreading, feeling like he was thirteen again.

The unscheduled off-world activation alarm blared. He blessed that which was reliable and set his coffee down (carefully, he didn't want to suffer The Wrath of Daniel for spilling it over Precious Artifacts again) and started towards the Gate-room. Time to go to work.


The unscheduled off-world activation alarm heralded the arrival of SG-12, who had been chased by a number of odd looking fluffy lizards that, as it turned out, had a bite that made a person break out in hives. All in a day's work, thought General Hammond.

That was not the reason for his foul mood. The reason for that was the briefing with SG-3, who'd just been thrown off the planet they were about to wrap-up the trading agreements with.

The Den'ghee, the indigenous people of Foll were technologically somewhere in 4th century Persia, and interested in trading a number of things, like naquadah and a death glider the Goa'uld left behind. For silk, gold and aspirin, people.

From the report he got that the negotiations were going well, up until the moment one of the priests noticed that Sgt. Dawson had a non-regulation modified KA-BAR, one with silver inlay. He asked to see it. The KA-BAR was reluctantly handed over. The priest took it somewhere, came back about two hours later, and whispered something to his emperor. After which they were seized, because silver was prohibited for some reason. Luckily, Dr. Finnigan was quick to talk and apparently said something right, since they were released and informed the negotiations would continue if and only if they brought the person who gave the knife with them. Oh, and they kept said KA-BAR, too. Dawson was still in a huff. Apparently it was a gift from a close, now deceased, friend.

You didn't stay in the Air Force long without developing a fairly reliable gut-feeling. His examined the fact that the Den'ghee worshipped animal spirits and then pointed out the 'silver prohibited' bit.

He told his secretary to find who this friend was and quietly inquire if he was really dead, starting in Kyn records. Then he did some paperwork. Sure enough, he got a call not two hours later. It was Ambercue.

``General, why are you digging in the records of late Roger Saite?`` Blunt, short, to the point. Nothing like the charismatic young man that negotiated a position for three Nemesis of their choosing on SGC (The initial offer was one.). He didn't dislike the man, since Ambercue was simply too good a diplomat to do so, but he didn't like to like him, either.

``So he is deceased? His name came up in …telemetry research.`` He leaned back, using his most pleasant voice.

The aggravated silence from the other side made him feel a little better. Misery loved company.

``Hold for a moment, please.`` There was a few clicks.

``This line is secure. Tell me the real reason, now.``

``One of our teams was detained because of a KA-BAR he gifted a member with.`` And he would have to have that talk about non-regulations weaponry with team-leaders again...

``How unfortunate, are they still detained?``

The up-beat, cheerful tone of voice was back. It seemed the man has recovered.

``No, but we need the cooperation from the locals.`` He wasn't about to say anything else over the phone. He didn't know how secure a line this was.

``I can be there in, say, 6 hours? I was on my way in either case; we have compiled a list of the Nemesis who have the required skills to work at your facility.`` Did they, now? That was some mighty quick compiling, then, and to think they only had two days to get it done...

``Of course. But could you tell me whatever it is you know about Mr. Saite?``

``I'm afraid I did not know him very well, General.`` Yeah, right.

``But what did you know of him? He was Kyn, correct?``

``Correct. But I'm afraid I would have to make a few inquiries before I could tell you anything else. Now. If you would excuse me, I have a few other things to attend to. I shall speak to you shortly. Cheerio.`` He hung up.

Hammond gave a grim smile and called his secretary.

``Sir?``

``No need to look into Mr. Saite anymore, but we'll be having Mr. Ambercue visiting in five hours time. Can you tell me, just how long-distance my last call was?``

He called in Jack and filled him in on the situation before SG-1 headed off-world. He did some paperwork and had lunch. It was five hours almost to the second that Ambercue made it.

After they exchanged pleasantries it was down to business. Ambercue placed a thick stack of folders on his desk.

``I have brought you the files of the Nemesis who were interested in working here, General Hammond. They were not given any confidential information, so you will have to brief them on the nature of the program on your own.

You will notice not all of them have had recent military training, but I assure you that they are competent. Now, just why would you need to know about the late Mr. Saité?``

The question held the confused tone of an innocent inquiry, and dark eyes held an earnest look. Ambercue was the perfect diplomat: polite, charming, likable and cheerful, with a homely face that inspired trust and a mind like a buzz saw. He looked to be in his late twenties, and acted a decade younger.

``Could you tell me about him first?`` George asked politely and tried not to react at the wet-kitten look that accompanied the response.

``Oh, very well, General. I assume the blade was silver inlaid? The Saité are a rich, old family, renowned for their weapons-making skills, specifically custom made edged weapons.

Roger Jason Bennett-Saite, RAF helicopter pilot, deployed in Rwanda, died six years ago after his Bound-mate turning Feral. Thankfully there was a Nemesis nearby; he took care of the Feral, but not before it ripped apart six people. Committed suicide the very next day. For obvious reasons, your discretion would be appreciated.``

He nodded and then explained the situation, watching the other man carefully. Ambercue had the annoying habit of reacting too animatedly to whatever was being said, bouncing, gasping, laughing, motioning. Far more difficult to read than the usual 'cool, calm and collected' mask most of the politicians employed. The little giveaways drowned in exaggerated displays of emotion. But Hammond would bet his last nickel that the excitement at the news of possible proof there was Kyn on other planets was genuine.

Hammond sighed. He'd had just about enough of this.

``I'll speak both our minds, Mr. Ambercue. There is a good chance the people on planet Foll were reacting in the way they did because they were aware of the existence of Kyn and had Kyn on their planet. We need this trading agreement. So it seems you will have your Nemesis going off-world a lot sooner that I would like. In fact, one of them will be going off-world in three days time. I'll interview the candidates myself, we will put them through the same training as any other recruit, and I reserve the right to fire them.``

Ambercue crossed his arms, brow furrowed.

``You do understand the Nemesis are very high in demand at present? We were going to reassign three of them to you only after we had the Combined Law Enforcement Bill in effect. And it occurs to one the people of Foll might have ill intentions towards Kyn.``

George felt his temper flare. Oh, and when people, Non-Kyn people, people that didn't heal as fast or were as strong or quick went out there, where there was all sorts of things waiting to violently happen to them, that was okay, was it?

``If they agree to work here they agree to obey my command, Mr. Ambercue,`` he said coolly. ``Everyone working here knows the dangers they face. I'm not prepared to give Kyn any special treatment short of putting 'allergy to silver' on their medical files.``

Ambercue bowed his head in apology, contrition radiating off him. George was annoyed to notice his anger subsiding.

``Yes, we understand that. We expect to see you treat them same as any other employee of yours. But surely there are some training requirements needed before one is allowed to go off-world.``

What information are you fishing for, Mr. Oh-No-I-Got-No-Hidden-Agenda?

``Some, yes, but not when they are gating someplace reasonably familiar. Training is mostly meant for the eventuality of finding themselves in combat situations on exploring missions.`` Was there a triumphant sparkle there, in the middle of the otherwise obviously understanding expression?

``I assume you mean to rehire Sgt. Collings?``

``He had re-enlisted, yes. Unfortunately he is going through a divorce right now, so it'll be a while before he can return to work.`` He narrowed his eyes. ``But you knew that.``

Ambercue blinked. The judges in his eyes held up a pair of grudging 9s. Then his demeanor changed back to the cheerful college-boy-gossiping.

``Quite so. I had to after all, explain to his soon-to-be-ex wife that the prenuptial agreement she signed includes certain articles about confidentiality and no media involvement.

Say, I had a friendly drink with Nemesis Denhelm just the other day. About a Nemesis living nearby, a mother of two.``

His eyes held a message. There was the universal Look diplomats used to convey something they couldn't speak out loud. It said: 'Please consider this.' George felt his eyebrows lifting. He had a hunch about where this was going. Denhelm was the name of one of the Lead Nemesis, the 'sort-of-bosses' of the Nemesis; while they didn't have any sorts of official presidents or lords or CEOs, they did have people that made the strategies and decisions, that were more of managers\wranglers than anything else.

``There wouldn't be a redhead amongst the candidates, would there?`` He said, nodding towards the pile of files.

Ambercue's eyes twinkled as he smiled. He held his eyes and spoke casually. The Look said 'yes.' But why couldn't Ambercue ask openly?

`` He complained to me about some problems they are having... Funny thing about female Nemesis is, they don't have children. Not once they join the order. Too much shifting, too much fighting, too much of being a Nemesis. Theirs is a dangerous job. Yours is too, but a little less dangerous, they think. The Nemesis on the whole would be very grateful to anyone that would solve their little dilemma with putting a mother on the front line. You know their way, owning favors for the littlest things...``

George nodded, instantly understanding. Nemesis Zhuchkow was dropping hints he didn't put together the last time he was here that made perfect sense now. Kyn valued family. Putting a single mom on the front lines was not acceptable. On the other hand, a Nemesis couldn't not go if needed, and in these times of turbulence, they were needed all the time. Pick Michaels, and have the Nemesis owing him one.

No-one said the Nemesis liaison had to be on a first contact team. He could have her doing supply runs, or something like that... something safe. It wasn't as if he was planning of putting the Nemesis on a first-contact team from the start. They would be Kyn Liaison, or maybe Consultant or some such until he could get their measure. A favor owned from the Nemesis was nothing to sneeze at, they were in a middle of a war with the Goa'uld after all. Every little bit helped.

``Well, you never know. I sure they will find their problems resolving themselves soon,`` he said.

Ambercue smiled. It occurred to him the Kyn'd never smiled so… simply before. This is how it must look like when he means it. He stood up.

``Oh, and General, we've had some people listening for rumors about the rouge NID. There had been several references about an organization, called the Trust. Nothing concrete, but you might want to look into it.``

George nodded and made a mental note to investigate. The Trust. Sounded awfully self-righteous. In other words, bad.

``Thank you for coming here on such short notice. I will notify you about my choices regarding the Nemesis. I assume I can call the Shrine if I have any further questions?``

``Of course, and notify them when you decide which ones you want to hire.``

They shook hands.

Once the door closed behind Ambercue, Hammond settled down with the files. He had two more to pick.

He did read the Michaels file over, in case there was something new for him to know in it. There wasn't.

He thought about what he knew of her. She didn't strike him as the type to follow orders. But at least he knew she was a good fighter. And Kyn were hard to kill. But the fact remained she wouldn't start working here until next year. So that meant he would have to pick someone else to go to Foll. Well. He would have to start with the interviews as soon as possible.

He picked up the phone and made two calls. One was to Nemesis Shrine. The second was to somewhere closer.

``Hello, this is General George Hammond speaking, could I talk to Ms. Michaels?...``


Blair – 'field, plain'; Keane – 'keen of eye,' 'fighter', 'sharp', 'keen of wit.'

Gwen – 'fair,' 'white,' 'blessed'; Aislin – 'dream', 'vision.'