Turnabout is Fair Play
Author: Neiths Arrow
Disclaimer: The following characters are fictitious. They, in no way, make a statement about any real persons – especially since I have made up the names, histories, interests, personalities, and experiences (fictional 'facts) to suit my needs (as authors tend to do). Any similarity to real persons is just that – a similarity. The personalities are based on characteristics of people in Stargateland (MGM Television Entertainment). I don't own those characters by the way. I am not profiting from this story in any financial way. Please do not post this story without my consent.
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Scene 25 – Finally Found
Meanwhile, back in Roc's trailer, Jack quickly filled Daniel in on what had happened since his capture. He periodically shot annoyed glances at Loki's body during his description of the events. Jack left out the part where he passed out because he didn't want to worry the archeologist – not that he could tell his friend's state of mind from Daniel's current appearance.
Jack paused suddenly to look more closely at the archeologist's appearance. His little, Asgard face puckered in puzzlement as he rapidly scanned the message on Daniel's t-shirt. With the distaste normally reserved for gold decoration in Goa'uld motherships, Jack asked, "So, Daniel! Who chose your cover? And more importantly . . . why? "
The door of the trailer was suddenly flung open and a teenaged girl bounded in with two Asgard puppets clutched under her arms. Daniel acknowledged the newcomer quickly to let Jack know it was safe. "Teal'c!"
O'Neill's eyebrow ridges rose and his tiny mouth opened in astonishment. "Who chose your cover? And why, I ask? Why?" He received no answer as he shifted his large, almond-shaped eyes between his two teammates.
The young girl looked down at the inanimate puppets held in her arms and then looked back at O'Neill.
Daniel helped the puzzled alien. "Ummm! This is Jack."
Teal'c's usual bow was transformed into a little-girl curtsy as he respectfully acknowledged the presence SG-1's leader. Then he silently placed the two puppets on the couch near Loki's body.
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In the Director's trailer, the meeting members waited patiently for the alien props to arrive. Willie, the Director, and Reed, a producer, looked out the window and spotted Roc and Sam running away from the Props worker. They turned to each other and mutually reached the decision to give chase. They were curious about what would make the show's star run with an elder woman in tow.
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Roc and Sam arrived at the trailer and bounded in the door. They surprised the occupants who were trying to find comfortable places to sit. The two real puppets were now sitting on the kitchenette counter. Loki was placed on the floor with his back wedged in a corner to keep him upright. Daniel and Teal'c took up the whole couch. Even though Teal'c looked small in his disguise, the laws of physics determined that no one could sit close to his larger mass. Jack sat at the small kitchen table with his feet extended off the edge of the high chair. As the door burst open, O'Neill tried to hide by collapsing on the chair into a boneless heap with wide, staring eyes.
Roc looked around the room and exclaimed, "Good, we're all here!"
Sam closed the door behind her and carefully looked around the room. She observed the two Asgard on the counter and quickly dismissed them; they were obviously puppets because they both had hardware sticking out of their feet. She knelt on the floor to look at the puppet in the corner, and then looked toward Daniel. He mouthed, "Loki." Sam moved to stand in front of the reddish Asgard who was sitting so still on the chair. She leaned over to look closely into the big, vacant eyes. "Sir?"
The puppet's glazed look became more focused as O'Neill cocked his head to the side and calmly looked at the Major. He attempted a long-suffering, deep, "Yes." But it came out sounding comically like Mr. Burns on the Simpsons ®. Sam was glad her disguise hid the face-wide grin she would normally be wearing. Then she noticed her image on a reflective surface was shaking with silent laughter. When she turned to Daniel for help, she noticed that her teammates were also shaking with silent mirth. Sam tried to salvage her CO's dignity by explaining. "Sir, Thor modified the mimic devices to simulate the expected emotions of the character we portray. Our . . . appearances in no way reflect our true emotions . . . except in an amplified way."
O'Neill managed to lift one eyebrow ridge and cocked his head to convey total disbelief in this explanation. Sam decided she might salvage the situation if she gained more control over her image, so she reached into her shirt to pull off the shape-shifting pendant. With a quick glance, she silently communicated to her teammates to do the same. As Sam pulled off the pendant, her doughy, passive features quickly morphed into the sassy, intelligent appearance of Samantha Carter. Her wide, blue eyes and clenched jaw betrayed her attempts to keep a huge grin off her face.
Though O'Neill's breathing hitched at the sudden closeness of his 2IC's beautiful face, he purposefully shook his head in disgust. He attempted to make his voice gruff. "Major, would you mind?" He waved the backs of his little hands in a familiar gesture to push her away from him because he was trapped in the chair by her larger body. Jack was disconcerted to notice that certain proportionally larger parts of her anatomy were very near his face, but had absolutely no effect on his current body. This lead to renewed thoughts about how he would relieve his bladder when the need arose. Loud knocking on the outside door interrupted his puzzlement.
"Roc, you in there?"
Everyone in the trailer froze as Roc looked up in question. The actor realized he couldn't ignore the greeting because it might allow the individual to come in anyway. It was an unspoken agreement on location that they could enter each other's trailers when necessary if the occupant wasn't present. Roc turned his head to the door and quickly yelled, "Yeah! Just a minute." He shrugged his shoulders and everyone got into place.
Sam was just about to re-place her pendant when they were all startled by a long, keening cry of pain. Sam quickly knelt in front of the chair which held her CO. The Colonel's eyes were glazed in pain and he was now panting rapidly. The worried Major was at a loss. She had no idea what to do for an injured Asgard. In fact, she didn't even know if he was injured. A moan squeaked from Jack's little throat before he lost consciousness and became motionless.
Sam had to look closely to see the rise and fall of the Colonel's chest. She had no idea where to check for a pulse. Her eyes widened as a possible explanation for her CO's collapse came to mind. Sam turned to see Daniel's startled face peering over her shoulder. "We need to get him to Thor as soon as possible. Do you have the communication stone?" Her request was met with puzzled, blue eyes. A throat cleared loudly on the other side of the room. Sam stood up in dawning horror. As she looked toward the couch, the man before her did the same. They were both met by a pair of resigned blue eyes. Sam turned back to the man near her. "You're not Daniel, are you?" The surprised actor, who had just entered the trailer, silently shook his head.