O'Boy part 14
"What was that all about?" Sam asked the two men in the room.
Agent Bowen just shook his head and said, "I do not know? When I explained that there were just some things I could not tell him, even when it is under orders, he had gotten mad and left."
"That's Daniel for you." Sam explained, "He does not like it when he cannot get all of the answers."
"Will this be a problem for us?" asked Agent Cobb.
"No!...I mean, no, it will not be a problem. He will be back after he has time to calm down."
Agent Cobb…Rusty, gave Sam his best smile and asked, "So…where were we?"
Sam blushed and started to tell him the exact spot from which they left off.
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John woke up when he heard his captors entering the room. "Nice of you to come back; do you think you can check out the General? I don't think he should be unconscious still."
"The Carter look-a-like motioned for one of the guards to check out General O'Neill. He placed his hand under Jack's chin to turn his head to look closer at him, when a bright spark of electricity zapped the guard as soon as he touched Jack. The guard jumped back, shaking out his hand and stared at his boss for next orders.
Before Carter-want-a-be spoke, a new character came into the room. John Sheppard had another shock of his life as he saw his father's duplicate walk in. 'No, this is not happening,' he kept telling himself.
"Keep away from him and release this one," the Jack double pointed at John. The other guard that was in the room moved forward and placed his pain stick on a spot next to John. It released the hold on John and he fell to the floor into a heap. His legs were numb and tingly. It took a moment for him to stand up and shake out his legs. "Well, that was fun, not."
When John finished composing himself, he looked up to see all four watching him, "Hi, ahhhm…what's going on?"
"Come and we will try to explain what we have found out," Carter double said.
"Wait, what about the General? We can not just leave him hanging on that wall?"
Jack's double walked closer and placed a hand on John's shoulder, "It is the safest place for him and us. He will shock everyone who will try to help him down."
"I can help him down. I am not like you. I should be able to at least lay him down on a cot or pallet."
Jack-double turned and motioned for one of the guards to do just that. With-in a short moment, a small cot was brought in and placed near the wall; and John moved near his dad and placed an experimental hand on his dad's hand to make sure he could hold him. No sparks of any kind was produced. Then John nods his head for them to release the General and John waited as they place the pain-stick-type-device on the pad near the General. John caught him as he slide down and with a twist, had the General placed on the cot in one fluid motion.
John took the time to check his pulse and straighten his dad into a more comfortable position. He stood up and faced the others, "Thank you." They bowed their heads and the General-look-a-like waved his left arm towards the door to invite John to precede him.
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I was in an emotional chaos. I sat on that log for I do not know how long, trying to come to terms to all that has happened. One thing is for sure, is that I am not in Kansas any more. I had to laugh at that last thought. I was never in Kansas and to think my life was normal is even laughable.
I know I am angry, up-set, confused, hurt, scared, and very vulnerable and the last thing right now was company. However, that was not to be, because I could feel a presence near me and I gave a sigh. "What are you doing here?" I turned to see Theresa as she drew near me.
Theresa bowed her head and stood before me with a quiet patience that I could never accomplish. "We are not here to hurt or scare you, but you are in a place right now that could make a big difference in your world and we are here to help with your changes."
Changes, I thought, that is a laugh. I had to shake my head at that. Every since I walked through that gate years ago, there has been nothing but changes. I looked up a Theresa and asked the inevitable question, "What changes?"
She smiled like a patient parent and asked, "May I sit with you? I would be happy to explain."
I waved a hand to the spot to the right of me and she gracefully floated to the spot and sat with such poise. "Jack…do you remember when you first received the download?"
Dah! What an obvious answer. "Yes." I did not give her a chance to continue. "You are not going to tell me that the Asgards did not remove the download are you?"
Theresa just sat there with that serene smile and waited for my reaction. She wanted a reaction then she can have one. "Damn! I knew it. Why can't you peop…what ever…do what you say you do without your hidden agendas?" I burst from the log and started to pace back and forth. "I, for once, would like to know these things ahead of time, not after the fact. I wish you would cut some slack and realize we are not children. If anything, we are more like teenagers. We are ready for the car keys." I stopped and looked at her. There was something in the way she smiled at me that triggered a memory. It was so similar to the way my mother used to be.
The smile grew. I knew she could read my thoughts and had to have caught that last thought. Yep, there goes the smile, even bigger. Damn, this is not happening. "Who are you, really?"
"I believe you have just figured that out."
"What, Dad decided not to come?"
My dad and I never got along well with each other, ever since he ran out on us, when I was seven, even though he tried to come back a few years later. I just could not forgive him.
Noooooo…I felt a presence near and to the left of me. I looked at Theresa and saw that damn smile on her face. I shook my head and refused to turn to see the person I knew was there. I closed my eyes and hoped everything had been a dream. I counted to fifty and opened my eyes to see Theresa. I immediately closed my eyes to count to a hundred this time.
"That will not help son," came the deep voice from the 'it' that stood to the left of me.
"It could be the first time," I growled. I knew if Daniel were here, he would have pointed out how childish I was being. However, I did not care. I did not want to face the man, if you want to call him that, I loathed him since seven. He had hurt me deeply and I could not…NO...will not make it easy for him.
"I can understand that, my son."
Geez, he sounds like Father Sullivan from our old neighborhood.
I took a couple of deep breaths and turned to look at my father. He looks good, tall dark and handsome. However, there seems to be something different about him, other than the young look, which he is sporting. It is the eyes; they do not look twitchy or shifty; more like Theresa's, ethereal.
Charles stared back at me, waiting for my reaction. I know he can read my thoughts like Theresa, but he is giving me the time to get a grip. After that thought flitters by Charles gives me a small smile in acknowledgement. I have never breathed so deeply before, trying to get my composer back. "Do you think you can give me a few minutes without the mind thingy?" I said while waving my right hand up around my head to emphasis the mental telepathy crap that is going on.
Charles and Theresa turned too looked at each other, and then vanished. I took another cleansing breath and sat there for a while. I thought long and hard about everything that has gone on with my life. I would flash upon many different episodes in my life where I would hold a grudge, losing time with friends and family. I have always been stubborn my whole life and my mother knows it first hand. So does my father. Nevertheless, it is apparent that things are different here—after death. The unbalanced emotions that plagued us earth-bound do not seem to be likewise here. I seem to be experiencing an up lifting of stress and burdens as I sit here…like a bump on a log. I start to laugh at the irony.
I stood up to start walking. This has always helped to clear my head. After what seemed like hours, I find myself at the lake. I sit on a boulder and try to phantom what it is that I am supposed to do. Life has its ironies and I am a walking enigma.
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After leave his dad lying on a cot in the cell, John followed his Dad-look-a-like to another room with a table and chairs. General O'Neil points to a chair, "Please sit and we will try to explain a few things that has been happening here, that might give us an idea what is going on."
I took a seat near the head of the table and waited for pseudo Dad and Sam to take theirs'. I needed to know everything if I am going to help Dad and the first thing was, "Who are you, and why do you look like the people at the SGC?" Then I pointed at the General, "Especially you, why do you look like the General?"
TBC