What If's, Maybe So's, and Could've Been's
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
"Good morning, Doctor!" Samantha O'Neill turned.
"Oh, good morning Doctor......Jackson, right?"
"Yes. Call me Daniel, though" The young man was about her own height, brown hair and glasses. Sam immediatly got the feeling that he was a bit of a geek, but he was the only other proffessor that had been the least bit friendly towards her. The others mostly felt that she had only replaced their last astrophysics proffessor because of her husband, and they all felt pretty strongly that their friend would be returning before long. Sam closed the door to her car and wondered if Colorado might not be just as harsh as Hollywood had been. She stopped, trying to think of how Hollywood had been bad to them, but found she couldn't conjure a single particular incident.
"So, are you getting settled in?" the young man's question startled her out of her thoughts.
"We're doing all right" she answered with a smile and started her way across the parking lot, "We finally got everything out of the boxes, and my daughter was supposed to pick her class schedual up today, so."
"You have a daughter? I didn't know that" Jackson said as he held the door open for Sam, "What's her name?" Sam thought she saw a look of guilt pass over his face, but then he smiled and it was gone.
"Cassi" she answered with a smile of her own. Duel images surfaced in her mind, one of her daughter and one of a girl she didn't recognize, but felt she knew.
"Really! That's my daughter's name!" Sam almost stopped following the young proffessor through the halls. She was *sure* she knew that he had no daughter. But how in the world would she know a thing like that? She only met the man a couple of days ago, at the staff meeting, and certainly no personal information was spoken of at that particular function.
"Doctor O'Neill? Are you all right?" Genuine concern shadowed his face. She shook herself and smiled at him.
"I'm fine. I just...remembered something" she told him hesitantly. She could see this man in a small office, filled with trinkets and books. She could see him in a room that could've been a tomb in ancient Egypt. The images flashed by, too quick for her to catch.
"Oh" he replied, and resumed his walk toward their rooms. They were situated right next to each other.
"What grade is your Cassi in?" Sam asked politely, the odd feeling that something was wrong fading away.
"She's in the eleventh grade. She does well in school, though sometimes I could wish she'd pay a little more attention to her books. But we can't all be college proffessors!" Daniel answered.
"My Cassi's an eleventh grader too" Sam told him, "I'm hoping it won't be too hard on her. She's never been to school before. She's always had a tutor"
"I'm sure she'll be fine. I'll tell Cassie to keep an eye out for her" Daniel laughed, "My wife's always telling me she needs some good influences!" The thought of Jackson's unkown wife produced the image of a short brown haired woman. The feeling that things were a bit off returned, but Sam didn't say anything. They reached their rooms.
"Hey, you should bring your family to lunch on Sunday! I bet Janet would love to meet you!" Daniel suggested.
"That's your wife?" Daniel nodded, "What's she do?"
"She's a doctor. A medical doctor, I mean"
"Oh. Well, I'm sure we'd love to come." Sam answered warily.
"Great! Oh, better go. Kids'll be coming in soon. I hope." Daniel glanced at his watch again, "I'll see you then!" Sam waved and walked into her own classroom. As she began preparing for the day, her earlier concerns faded away, and she began looking forward to building a new life in this smaller town.
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
"Good morning, Doctor!" Samantha O'Neill turned.
"Oh, good morning Doctor......Jackson, right?"
"Yes. Call me Daniel, though" The young man was about her own height, brown hair and glasses. Sam immediatly got the feeling that he was a bit of a geek, but he was the only other proffessor that had been the least bit friendly towards her. The others mostly felt that she had only replaced their last astrophysics proffessor because of her husband, and they all felt pretty strongly that their friend would be returning before long. Sam closed the door to her car and wondered if Colorado might not be just as harsh as Hollywood had been. She stopped, trying to think of how Hollywood had been bad to them, but found she couldn't conjure a single particular incident.
"So, are you getting settled in?" the young man's question startled her out of her thoughts.
"We're doing all right" she answered with a smile and started her way across the parking lot, "We finally got everything out of the boxes, and my daughter was supposed to pick her class schedual up today, so."
"You have a daughter? I didn't know that" Jackson said as he held the door open for Sam, "What's her name?" Sam thought she saw a look of guilt pass over his face, but then he smiled and it was gone.
"Cassi" she answered with a smile of her own. Duel images surfaced in her mind, one of her daughter and one of a girl she didn't recognize, but felt she knew.
"Really! That's my daughter's name!" Sam almost stopped following the young proffessor through the halls. She was *sure* she knew that he had no daughter. But how in the world would she know a thing like that? She only met the man a couple of days ago, at the staff meeting, and certainly no personal information was spoken of at that particular function.
"Doctor O'Neill? Are you all right?" Genuine concern shadowed his face. She shook herself and smiled at him.
"I'm fine. I just...remembered something" she told him hesitantly. She could see this man in a small office, filled with trinkets and books. She could see him in a room that could've been a tomb in ancient Egypt. The images flashed by, too quick for her to catch.
"Oh" he replied, and resumed his walk toward their rooms. They were situated right next to each other.
"What grade is your Cassi in?" Sam asked politely, the odd feeling that something was wrong fading away.
"She's in the eleventh grade. She does well in school, though sometimes I could wish she'd pay a little more attention to her books. But we can't all be college proffessors!" Daniel answered.
"My Cassi's an eleventh grader too" Sam told him, "I'm hoping it won't be too hard on her. She's never been to school before. She's always had a tutor"
"I'm sure she'll be fine. I'll tell Cassie to keep an eye out for her" Daniel laughed, "My wife's always telling me she needs some good influences!" The thought of Jackson's unkown wife produced the image of a short brown haired woman. The feeling that things were a bit off returned, but Sam didn't say anything. They reached their rooms.
"Hey, you should bring your family to lunch on Sunday! I bet Janet would love to meet you!" Daniel suggested.
"That's your wife?" Daniel nodded, "What's she do?"
"She's a doctor. A medical doctor, I mean"
"Oh. Well, I'm sure we'd love to come." Sam answered warily.
"Great! Oh, better go. Kids'll be coming in soon. I hope." Daniel glanced at his watch again, "I'll see you then!" Sam waved and walked into her own classroom. As she began preparing for the day, her earlier concerns faded away, and she began looking forward to building a new life in this smaller town.