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?
"Is she okay?" Cass tried to lift her eyelids, but they wouldn't raise. She rolled over and let her mind drift back to sleep, discounting the voice she'd thought had woken her.
"She seems to be " Now it was a female voice. It sounded sort of familiar. Like a voice she had once known well, and forgotten. She knew she wasn't dreaming, and she fought to wake herself up more, but her own mind fought her. The more she tried to wake, the sleepier she got. Finally, she just gave up and listened to the voices through a veil of dreaminess.
"On video it looked like she was experiencing a burst of telepathy" the man said. Who was he?
"I know, but there's no way I can tell anything without running a CAT scan or an MRI" the woman answered. Their voices were hushed whispers, which made it even harder to identify them.
"We'll just have to keep a close eye on her" the man said.
"And hope They can control them" the woman added. Niether of them said anything else and Cass was sure they'd left. She tried to keep the voices in her mind as she drifted back to sleep.
"Did you have a good time?" Sam asked Cass as they drove away from the Jackson's.
"I had the weirdest dream. Two weird dreams" Cass replied. The dreams had been bothering her all day, although she'd been carefull not to let on to the Jackson's.
"The first one, I was like a super-human and I was in the Army I think, and we went to different planets and fought these guys with glowing eyes" Sam laughed.
"Sounds like one of your Dad's movies"
"Yeah. The other one, though, was just voices. They were talking about me, but I can't remember what they were saying"
"Please tell my you're not becoming as paranoid as your father!" Sam begged as she pulled into the garage.
"Where is Dad?" Cass asked as they hauled her stuff into the house.
"He went next door to help Dan with something" Sam answered.
"Help with what? Breaking their VCR? Poisioning their cat?" Cass joked.
"Hey, I heard that" The girl turned around to see her father walking in the back door.
"Well? Did you ruin whatever it was?" she asked.
"No" Jack answered, "And it was a table. Anyway, they want us to come over for a barbeque"
"Now?" Sam asked.
"Unfortunately. Otherwise I would've made some excuse"
"Jack" Sam scolded, "They can't be that bad"
"Just wait" Jack told her, "You'll see"
"They have kids?" Cass asked.
"Two. About ten and eleven I think"
"Why doesn't that sound like it bodes well?" she asked cautiously. Jack just gave her a look and opened the door.
"Well, should we take something?" Sam wanted to know. Jack told her no, and they started across the yard. The tall hedges thinned out in the back right next to the back fence and they pushed through. A picnic table had been set up and the Bardenoffs were placing dishes of food in the middle. Mrs. Bardenoff was a squat woman, with her brown hair pulled up in a french twist and bright red lipstick smeared across her extremely mismatched lips.
"Hey, Betty, there they are!" Dan exclaimed as the O'Neill's crossed the lawn. Mrs. Bardenoff looked up and smiled widely. Both Sam and Cass noticed that she had that bright red lipstick on her front teeth.
"Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you!" she squeeled and crushed both women in a hug. Two boys with nerf guns came stampedeing out of the house. They chased each other around the table a half a dozen times before Dan caught them.
"This is Bobby, and this here is Eddy" None of the O'Neill's could tell the boys apart but for their shirts.
"Hello" Sam greeted them cheerfully. They responded by bombarding Cass with a couple dozen of nerf balls before taking off again. Both of the Bardenoff's just laughed and Dan "clapped" Jack on the back.
" I think the boys like your little girl!" he crowed loudly, then started dragging the other man toward the grill.
"So, Jack, what's your football team?" Mrs. Bardenoff grabbed Sam by the hands and started leading her to the kitchen, leaving Cass to deal with the Two Terrors by herself. It was going to be a long evening of social torture.
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?
"Is she okay?" Cass tried to lift her eyelids, but they wouldn't raise. She rolled over and let her mind drift back to sleep, discounting the voice she'd thought had woken her.
"She seems to be " Now it was a female voice. It sounded sort of familiar. Like a voice she had once known well, and forgotten. She knew she wasn't dreaming, and she fought to wake herself up more, but her own mind fought her. The more she tried to wake, the sleepier she got. Finally, she just gave up and listened to the voices through a veil of dreaminess.
"On video it looked like she was experiencing a burst of telepathy" the man said. Who was he?
"I know, but there's no way I can tell anything without running a CAT scan or an MRI" the woman answered. Their voices were hushed whispers, which made it even harder to identify them.
"We'll just have to keep a close eye on her" the man said.
"And hope They can control them" the woman added. Niether of them said anything else and Cass was sure they'd left. She tried to keep the voices in her mind as she drifted back to sleep.
"Did you have a good time?" Sam asked Cass as they drove away from the Jackson's.
"I had the weirdest dream. Two weird dreams" Cass replied. The dreams had been bothering her all day, although she'd been carefull not to let on to the Jackson's.
"The first one, I was like a super-human and I was in the Army I think, and we went to different planets and fought these guys with glowing eyes" Sam laughed.
"Sounds like one of your Dad's movies"
"Yeah. The other one, though, was just voices. They were talking about me, but I can't remember what they were saying"
"Please tell my you're not becoming as paranoid as your father!" Sam begged as she pulled into the garage.
"Where is Dad?" Cass asked as they hauled her stuff into the house.
"He went next door to help Dan with something" Sam answered.
"Help with what? Breaking their VCR? Poisioning their cat?" Cass joked.
"Hey, I heard that" The girl turned around to see her father walking in the back door.
"Well? Did you ruin whatever it was?" she asked.
"No" Jack answered, "And it was a table. Anyway, they want us to come over for a barbeque"
"Now?" Sam asked.
"Unfortunately. Otherwise I would've made some excuse"
"Jack" Sam scolded, "They can't be that bad"
"Just wait" Jack told her, "You'll see"
"They have kids?" Cass asked.
"Two. About ten and eleven I think"
"Why doesn't that sound like it bodes well?" she asked cautiously. Jack just gave her a look and opened the door.
"Well, should we take something?" Sam wanted to know. Jack told her no, and they started across the yard. The tall hedges thinned out in the back right next to the back fence and they pushed through. A picnic table had been set up and the Bardenoffs were placing dishes of food in the middle. Mrs. Bardenoff was a squat woman, with her brown hair pulled up in a french twist and bright red lipstick smeared across her extremely mismatched lips.
"Hey, Betty, there they are!" Dan exclaimed as the O'Neill's crossed the lawn. Mrs. Bardenoff looked up and smiled widely. Both Sam and Cass noticed that she had that bright red lipstick on her front teeth.
"Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you!" she squeeled and crushed both women in a hug. Two boys with nerf guns came stampedeing out of the house. They chased each other around the table a half a dozen times before Dan caught them.
"This is Bobby, and this here is Eddy" None of the O'Neill's could tell the boys apart but for their shirts.
"Hello" Sam greeted them cheerfully. They responded by bombarding Cass with a couple dozen of nerf balls before taking off again. Both of the Bardenoff's just laughed and Dan "clapped" Jack on the back.
" I think the boys like your little girl!" he crowed loudly, then started dragging the other man toward the grill.
"So, Jack, what's your football team?" Mrs. Bardenoff grabbed Sam by the hands and started leading her to the kitchen, leaving Cass to deal with the Two Terrors by herself. It was going to be a long evening of social torture.