Branches
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, Star Gate and Alias no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Jack opened the door. Gret was standing there.
"I haven't heard anything" he told the young man. Greg's hopeful look faded away as he crossed the threshhold into the house. He'd come home to find Cass away on an important mission after Lor had had a frightening premonition. She couldn't remember what it had been about, but Garanta, her symbiot, knew that it had had to do with Cassi. Makara worred, as the Tok'ra didn't have premonitions, at least that he knew of. Actually, it was more Makara's promptings than Greg's that kept bringing the young man to the O'Neill's door, a half a block from his own home with Lor and Batai.
"I am worried about her" Makara admitted, following Jack to the den, "She has no symbiot, if she were hurt...."
"She's done pretty well on her own till now" Jack assured him. His head dropped and Greg was back.
"Makara, he is over worrisome." he apologized. He looked around the den. The babie's carriers sat on the ground, but only Amanda was in the play pen.
"Where is Richard?" he asked. Jack pointed up. Richard was floating two feet above their heads, almost to the ceiling.
"He's been up there for two hours" the boy's mother complained, entering from the kitchen. She smiled tiredly and hugged her Tok'ra (soon to be, someday) son in law.
"I'm sure Cassi's fine" she said softly, then tilted her head to look at her son.
"Wait until your sister gets home!" she told him, though Greg doubted the child really understood, "No more joy rides then!" The baby gurgled happily but did not decend. Sam rolled her eyes and looked at her husband despretly.
"Will you do something?"
"What do you want me to do, Sam? Call air control?" Jack replied. Sam rolled her eyes again.
"Just get a chair and get him!" she ordered him. So Jack pulled a chair over and plucked his son out of the air. Greg shook his head at the scene. Family life at the O'Neill's house was odd indeed, but it had so far produced an intelligent, easy going and beautiful woman who was certainly more than he had ever expected, so he knew they were doing something right. He sighed, thinking of Cassi. He suddenly wished she could talk into his head as she did her father, just so he could hear her voice and know she was okay. Makara took no offense, fo he was worried about her too. But they took a cue from her parents and tried not to think about it, trust in Cassi's abilities.
"I'll let you know when I hear something" Jack promised and Greg nodded.
"C'mon" Sam picked Amanda up, "Let's have dinner"
Meanwhile, in France.....
Rain pelted them, making the terrain muddy and hard to traverse. Thankfully, the air was warm instead of cold.
Cassi and Teal'c were making their way through a semi thick woods that seperated a high tech compound from the gate that protected it's perimeter. The main building was an old French castle, not big, but certainly not small. It had three circular towers ina triangular shape, with a three story stone building in between.
"What is it with triangles?" Cassi muttered as they drew close to the edge of the woods where Cass had determined that the CIA agents were waiting for them.
"Where are they?" Teal'c asked quietly.
"O'Neill?" a quiet call came from their left. Vaughn and Bristo were laying flat on their stomachs in the grass. Cass pointed.
"There" she said. Teal'c had the urge to roll his eyes. They made their way to the CIA agents.
"Are you two alright?" Bristo asked. She noticed the girl looked pale. Vaughn had sprained his writs on their landing, but that was the worst of their injuries.
"Bumped my head, but we're fine. Is Kolsaki in there?" Cass replied.
"Yeah. Actually, I'm kind of surprised the castle was so close" Vaughn told her.
"You're worried about it, but I wouldn't be" Cass told him absently, "I think this is where it's happening." She smiled brillantly at the two, "Shall we go?"
The groupd moved out, crouching behind the bushes that dotted the yard, and keeping an eye out for guards. There was one on the roof which Vaughn took out and two roaming guards which Sydney and Teal'c took out. There were two at the front door, but they didn't plan on going in the front way. There was a "kitchen" enterance, which was guarded by a single guard. Cassi handed her gun and vest pack to Teal'c.
"What are you doing?" Bristo mouthed. Cass just winked. As the other three watched, she went running toward the guard, screaming in French and pouring tears down her cheecks. Bristo noticed she even limped a little. The guard looked confused and flustered, and had no idea what was about to happen to him. She stopped just in front of him, started pulling his arm, and all while still babbling in French. As soon as he was in front of her, she did something to his neck and he crumpled to the ground. Vaughn shrugged and they followed Teal'c to the door. Cass took her gear back and they busted through. The guards standing around in the kitchen had no time to react before Sydney dropped them. They hustled through the open doorway and down chilly stone hallways. Each time a turn came up they'd crouch and whip around the corners like and angry wind. After a few minutes it became apparent that Sloan, or whoever was behind this, knew something was up. More armed men poured into the hall ways and the troupe once again had thier hands full. The combat was intense but brief, and when it was over Cassi stood over the only conscience man left.
"Where is it?" she demanded savagely. Teal'c was the only one to see the softness in her eyes.
"Where is it?" she yelled louder when he didn't answer immediately and shoved her gun closer to his throat. That wasn't what caused the searing pain in his head though.
"Down the righ hall to the left! The room at the end!" he stammered in a heavy scandanavian accent. Cassi pinched his spinal cord and he lapsed into a coma like state.
"C'mon!" she shouted and took the point, leading the group quickly down the hall, mowing down harried mercenaries as they went. Actually, Cassi knocked most of them out before the CIA agent's curtains of bullets could reach them. Within a minute they were knocking the door at the end of the hall open and pushing into the room. But was empty.
Well, almost.
"Maybourne!" Cass whispered in stunned amazement. The man was standing in the exact middle of the room, with his back to the door, so Sydney didn't know how the girl could tell who it was, but she was apparently correct for he turned and smiled.
"You must be Jack's girl. Cassandra, right?"
"Yeah." Cass responded without a friendly curl of her lips.
"You know this man?" Sydeny asked, pointing her hand gun at his chest.
"We've never met formally" the man answered, drawing a bit closer to Cass.
"He betrayed my father and....our program. It had...damaging...... repercussions" the girl snarled.
"Betray? Me?" he asked innocently, "Hello Teal'c." He turned his attention to the tall black man. The man's eyebrow had raised into his hat, but he didn't respond, just looked at Cassi.
"What are you doing here, Maybourne?" Cassi demaned angrily, startling both CIA agents. Maybourne lost his smug smile, his face appearing tired now.
"The same thing as you" he answered.
"Why?" Cass barked.
"It's what I do" he replied, "But I've found out something that you don't know yet" His smug look returned. Cassi heaved a sigh and closed her eyes.
"What?" she asked as if she were speaking to an annoying younger brother.
"Maybe I won't tell you" he said, cocking his head to the side. Cassi looked like she was barely checking her rage.
"Maybourne, it's a good thing for you that my father has morals!"
"And why is that?"
"Because if he didn't, he never would have bred them into me, and then I'd be sifting through your mind in the most painful way I could conjecture right now!" Her eyes flashed angrily and Maybourne took a step back.
"It wasn't an artifact, or Goa'uld technology" he said quickly. This startled Cassi out of her anger. She creased her brow.
"Then what is it?" she asked.
"It's Charlie" Maybourne answered genially.
"Charlie?" Cassi repeated confusedly.
"Not your brother" Maybourne corrected her, "The other Charlie. About, 5 years ago I think"
"I believe I know of whom he is speaking." Teal'c said. It was Cassi's turn to lift an eyebrow.
"The child that the Reetu sent to speak with O'Neill and warn of the rebels impending invasion" he reported.
"Oh!" Cassi exclaimed, " THAT Charlie! The Tok'ra would never allow him to be taken!"
"The Tok'ra can't control everything" Maybourne pointed out. The CIA agents had no idea what they were talking about.
"Wait, the thing Sloan bought is a person?" Sydney asked. Pounding behind them and shouting brought their attention to the hallway outside.
"Find them!" a woman's voice ordered. Cassi twisted back around.
"Where is he now?" she damanded.
"They took him" the shouts got closer, "Time to go!" Men came in behind them, guns trained, but Maybourne was gone. The group turned to look. Behind the men, a woman, with flowing hair and a confidant air, strode in behind them.
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, Star Gate and Alias no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Jack opened the door. Gret was standing there.
"I haven't heard anything" he told the young man. Greg's hopeful look faded away as he crossed the threshhold into the house. He'd come home to find Cass away on an important mission after Lor had had a frightening premonition. She couldn't remember what it had been about, but Garanta, her symbiot, knew that it had had to do with Cassi. Makara worred, as the Tok'ra didn't have premonitions, at least that he knew of. Actually, it was more Makara's promptings than Greg's that kept bringing the young man to the O'Neill's door, a half a block from his own home with Lor and Batai.
"I am worried about her" Makara admitted, following Jack to the den, "She has no symbiot, if she were hurt...."
"She's done pretty well on her own till now" Jack assured him. His head dropped and Greg was back.
"Makara, he is over worrisome." he apologized. He looked around the den. The babie's carriers sat on the ground, but only Amanda was in the play pen.
"Where is Richard?" he asked. Jack pointed up. Richard was floating two feet above their heads, almost to the ceiling.
"He's been up there for two hours" the boy's mother complained, entering from the kitchen. She smiled tiredly and hugged her Tok'ra (soon to be, someday) son in law.
"I'm sure Cassi's fine" she said softly, then tilted her head to look at her son.
"Wait until your sister gets home!" she told him, though Greg doubted the child really understood, "No more joy rides then!" The baby gurgled happily but did not decend. Sam rolled her eyes and looked at her husband despretly.
"Will you do something?"
"What do you want me to do, Sam? Call air control?" Jack replied. Sam rolled her eyes again.
"Just get a chair and get him!" she ordered him. So Jack pulled a chair over and plucked his son out of the air. Greg shook his head at the scene. Family life at the O'Neill's house was odd indeed, but it had so far produced an intelligent, easy going and beautiful woman who was certainly more than he had ever expected, so he knew they were doing something right. He sighed, thinking of Cassi. He suddenly wished she could talk into his head as she did her father, just so he could hear her voice and know she was okay. Makara took no offense, fo he was worried about her too. But they took a cue from her parents and tried not to think about it, trust in Cassi's abilities.
"I'll let you know when I hear something" Jack promised and Greg nodded.
"C'mon" Sam picked Amanda up, "Let's have dinner"
Meanwhile, in France.....
Rain pelted them, making the terrain muddy and hard to traverse. Thankfully, the air was warm instead of cold.
Cassi and Teal'c were making their way through a semi thick woods that seperated a high tech compound from the gate that protected it's perimeter. The main building was an old French castle, not big, but certainly not small. It had three circular towers ina triangular shape, with a three story stone building in between.
"What is it with triangles?" Cassi muttered as they drew close to the edge of the woods where Cass had determined that the CIA agents were waiting for them.
"Where are they?" Teal'c asked quietly.
"O'Neill?" a quiet call came from their left. Vaughn and Bristo were laying flat on their stomachs in the grass. Cass pointed.
"There" she said. Teal'c had the urge to roll his eyes. They made their way to the CIA agents.
"Are you two alright?" Bristo asked. She noticed the girl looked pale. Vaughn had sprained his writs on their landing, but that was the worst of their injuries.
"Bumped my head, but we're fine. Is Kolsaki in there?" Cass replied.
"Yeah. Actually, I'm kind of surprised the castle was so close" Vaughn told her.
"You're worried about it, but I wouldn't be" Cass told him absently, "I think this is where it's happening." She smiled brillantly at the two, "Shall we go?"
The groupd moved out, crouching behind the bushes that dotted the yard, and keeping an eye out for guards. There was one on the roof which Vaughn took out and two roaming guards which Sydney and Teal'c took out. There were two at the front door, but they didn't plan on going in the front way. There was a "kitchen" enterance, which was guarded by a single guard. Cassi handed her gun and vest pack to Teal'c.
"What are you doing?" Bristo mouthed. Cass just winked. As the other three watched, she went running toward the guard, screaming in French and pouring tears down her cheecks. Bristo noticed she even limped a little. The guard looked confused and flustered, and had no idea what was about to happen to him. She stopped just in front of him, started pulling his arm, and all while still babbling in French. As soon as he was in front of her, she did something to his neck and he crumpled to the ground. Vaughn shrugged and they followed Teal'c to the door. Cass took her gear back and they busted through. The guards standing around in the kitchen had no time to react before Sydney dropped them. They hustled through the open doorway and down chilly stone hallways. Each time a turn came up they'd crouch and whip around the corners like and angry wind. After a few minutes it became apparent that Sloan, or whoever was behind this, knew something was up. More armed men poured into the hall ways and the troupe once again had thier hands full. The combat was intense but brief, and when it was over Cassi stood over the only conscience man left.
"Where is it?" she demanded savagely. Teal'c was the only one to see the softness in her eyes.
"Where is it?" she yelled louder when he didn't answer immediately and shoved her gun closer to his throat. That wasn't what caused the searing pain in his head though.
"Down the righ hall to the left! The room at the end!" he stammered in a heavy scandanavian accent. Cassi pinched his spinal cord and he lapsed into a coma like state.
"C'mon!" she shouted and took the point, leading the group quickly down the hall, mowing down harried mercenaries as they went. Actually, Cassi knocked most of them out before the CIA agent's curtains of bullets could reach them. Within a minute they were knocking the door at the end of the hall open and pushing into the room. But was empty.
Well, almost.
"Maybourne!" Cass whispered in stunned amazement. The man was standing in the exact middle of the room, with his back to the door, so Sydney didn't know how the girl could tell who it was, but she was apparently correct for he turned and smiled.
"You must be Jack's girl. Cassandra, right?"
"Yeah." Cass responded without a friendly curl of her lips.
"You know this man?" Sydeny asked, pointing her hand gun at his chest.
"We've never met formally" the man answered, drawing a bit closer to Cass.
"He betrayed my father and....our program. It had...damaging...... repercussions" the girl snarled.
"Betray? Me?" he asked innocently, "Hello Teal'c." He turned his attention to the tall black man. The man's eyebrow had raised into his hat, but he didn't respond, just looked at Cassi.
"What are you doing here, Maybourne?" Cassi demaned angrily, startling both CIA agents. Maybourne lost his smug smile, his face appearing tired now.
"The same thing as you" he answered.
"Why?" Cass barked.
"It's what I do" he replied, "But I've found out something that you don't know yet" His smug look returned. Cassi heaved a sigh and closed her eyes.
"What?" she asked as if she were speaking to an annoying younger brother.
"Maybe I won't tell you" he said, cocking his head to the side. Cassi looked like she was barely checking her rage.
"Maybourne, it's a good thing for you that my father has morals!"
"And why is that?"
"Because if he didn't, he never would have bred them into me, and then I'd be sifting through your mind in the most painful way I could conjecture right now!" Her eyes flashed angrily and Maybourne took a step back.
"It wasn't an artifact, or Goa'uld technology" he said quickly. This startled Cassi out of her anger. She creased her brow.
"Then what is it?" she asked.
"It's Charlie" Maybourne answered genially.
"Charlie?" Cassi repeated confusedly.
"Not your brother" Maybourne corrected her, "The other Charlie. About, 5 years ago I think"
"I believe I know of whom he is speaking." Teal'c said. It was Cassi's turn to lift an eyebrow.
"The child that the Reetu sent to speak with O'Neill and warn of the rebels impending invasion" he reported.
"Oh!" Cassi exclaimed, " THAT Charlie! The Tok'ra would never allow him to be taken!"
"The Tok'ra can't control everything" Maybourne pointed out. The CIA agents had no idea what they were talking about.
"Wait, the thing Sloan bought is a person?" Sydney asked. Pounding behind them and shouting brought their attention to the hallway outside.
"Find them!" a woman's voice ordered. Cassi twisted back around.
"Where is he now?" she damanded.
"They took him" the shouts got closer, "Time to go!" Men came in behind them, guns trained, but Maybourne was gone. The group turned to look. Behind the men, a woman, with flowing hair and a confidant air, strode in behind them.
