Stargate is not mine-no, really!!
NORAD Colorado Springs, CO.
C.J. was kneeling on the floor, concentrating on painting the stripe at the bottom of the wall. She had her mp3 player on, earplugs in, listening to Lit's song 'I'm in over my head.' She was also planning an elaborate revenge on her big brother. Something that involved maiming.
Jack, Sam and Daniel were walking down the hallway, when Jack noticed the woman on the floor. She was wearing black, shined boondockers, denim dungarees, and blue long sleeve shirt, with an eagle and 3 chevrons on her left arm. She had a baseball cap with the U.S.S. Theodore Roosevelt CVN-71 in gold lettering stuck into the back of her pants. Her head was bobbing slightly as she sang under her breath.
Jack stopped and looked at Sam. "Isn't that a squid? (a/n semi derogatory name for sailor) "What in the heck is a squid doing in the mountain?" he asked, really confused. Sam was puzzled too; you normally didn't see sailors at NORAD.
Jack stepped up the woman and gently tapped her boot with his foot. She held up a finger to indicate 'just a minute' and finished the edge of the black stripe.
C.J. stood, rubbed a finger on an itch on her cheek, and groaned. She pulled off her earphones, and looked at the people standing there. The Colonel was handsome, going gray with a vengeance and had a look of confusion in his eyes. The Major was the same height as herself, blond and looked puzzled too. The other man was a hottie. Not military, C.J. would bet on that, but he had intelligent eyes.
"Can I help you sirs, ma'am?" C.J. asked politely. The cute one smiled and handed her his handkerchief. She accepted it with a puzzled look. "Paint on your cheek." She blushed a little and scrubbed the offending cheek. "Oh damn." She muttered.
"Um, why is a sailor here in the mountain?" Jack asked her. "I go where I'm assigned Sir." She said politely, checking the handkerchief to see if she got the paint off.
Sam noticed the name stenciled on the shirt, "Davis? You're not related to a Major Davis?" She asked.
C.J. scowled, "Ahh, yes. The pig headed, egotistical man who should have been smothered at birth? Yes, unfortunately I am related." She said.
Sam laughed, "Let me guess, older brother? I have one too."
"Yes ma'am. If y'all will excuse me, I need to get more paint if I am to finish this level today." She politely nodded and moved down the hall with her empty bucket of paint.
Jack, hands in his pockets, looked thoughtful. "Let's go see the General." He turned and Sam and Daniel followed. General Hammond looked up as SG-1, minus Teal'c, came into his office.
" Can I help you?" he asked curiously.
"Sir, why do we have a female sailor painting stripes in our hallways?" Jack asked. General Hammond looked puzzled for a second. "I didn't know we did. Wait! A female sailor? She's here?" Hammond grabbed the phone. "Yes, this is General Hammond. Find Petty Officer Davis and ask her to come to my office. Try maintenance." He hung up the phone. Sg-1 looked at him expectantly. "You knew she was here? Who is she?" Daniel asked.
General Hammond leaned back in his seat. "Did you hear about the sailor who saved the life of the Sheik in Qatar?" he replied.
"That's her?" Sam said in surprise. "Wow, what the heck is she doing painting our hallways?" she asked. "Good question." The General said. There was a knock at the door. "Enter."
"Petty Officer Davis reporting as ordered, Sir." She said, entering the office and coming to attention. "At ease Davis." She stood at parade rest. "What in the hell were you doing painting our hallways?" he asked exasperated.
"Sir, my records haven't caught up with me, and I only have typewritten orders. There was no one to report to on the orders so the base security gave me to Msgt. Kelly." She replied, meeting his eyes. "It's ok Sir. I almost finished the stripes on 3 levels. It was nice to have a mindless job for a change." She smiled mischievously. Jack and Daniel laughed.
"I understand that you are a crack shot, Davis." Jack asked. She looked at him, "I was lucky Sir."
"I wish I knew you were here," said the General, showing her records packet to her. "I had your records. So what are we going to do with you?" General Hammond said thoughtfully, when all of the sudden speakers went off.
"Incoming wormhole." The voice over the intercom said. General Hammond got up, following Colonel O'Neill and the others. Curiosity got the better of C.J. and she walked into the hallway, and watched as several security troops raced down the hallway. As they went down the stairs she followed them, and out through a pair of blast doors. They arranged themselves in a half circle. They faced a large ring that had what looked like water on its surface like a pond.
Suddenly two men burst through it, one of them carrying an injured man fireman style. Another man burst through, firing behind him. "Close the iris!" he screamed, but it was too late. Three armed hostiles jumped through as the iris closed. One of them lobbed what look like a stun grenade, stunning everyone in the gate room except C.J. She had been standing behind a larger security officer who caught the blast, and as he fell she grabbed his weapon. Rising swiftly she shot the weapon one handed, killing each of the hostiles with a shot to the head. Stepping over the security men, ignoring the reinforcements and the med teams that came in behind her, she walked up to the ramp. She carefully kicked the hostiles weapons away, making sure that they were indeed dead. Watching their brains leak through to the cement below convinced her, and made her slightly nauseous. A hand clapped her on the shoulder, causing her to jump.
"So, you wanna job?" Jack asked cheerfully.
"Well, I could use one." She smiled at him. After they got walked off the ramp she bent down to check on some of the recovering security people. She helped some of them up, honestly concerned and more than half of them fell in love with her on the spot.
"Careful Davis. You'll have to beat them off with sticks." Sam said, helping another man up. "Har har." C.J. said, standing in her t-shirt, having whipped off her dungaree shirt to staunch the blood on one of the guys who was injured. Catcalls and whistles resounded.
General Hammond smiled as the SG1 and Petty Officer Davis helped Janet with the wounded men.
"Who is that?" Sgt. Siler asked, awestruck. "That is Major Davis's sister." The General answered with satisfaction. She would fit in fine at the SGC.