Tok'ra Relations
By: Kryptonite
A/N: I have part of this written already, though I'm not completely finished, but I thought I could start the story and work on what I have and update just a little bit more regularly than most of my stories have a tendency to be updated. I hope everyone reading this likes it, I haven't had the greatest luck writing SG-1 FanFiction but I just had to write this idea out. It just kept bugging me until I wrote it down. Enough of my ramblings, on with the story. :)
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" Here and ready for duty sir." Jack half-saluted as he walked without knocking into Major-General George Hammond's office.
" You aren't supposed to be here for another two hours Colonel." Jack shrugged and walked uninvited further into the office.
" So I'm early. There's a first time for everything." Hammond closed his eyes and bowed his head, a hand passing over his face in frustration. He sat down wearily behind his desk.
" Go home and then come back when you're supposed to." He tried to order but he was too tired to care.
" Are you feeling alright?" The phone rang before George could answer.
" Hammond." He paused, listening to the person on the other end. " I'll be right there." He hung up, sighing; forgetting Jack was standing there in front of him.
" Uh, George? What's going on?" Snapping back to reality, Hammond stood quickly and fixed Jack with an icy glare.
" Go to your office and stay there until your briefing, is that understood Colonel?" He didn't wait for a reply before he swept out of the room leaving the door open.
" Sir yes sir." Jack muttered, moving out and down the halls to his office.
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" Get her to the infirmary. Doctor Fraiser is waiting for her."
" Yes sir." The guard saluted before taking a sheet-covered gurney on its trip through the mountain complexes passages.
" You can go." He said, speaking to the driver of the vehicle. Hammond stood to watch it drive down the road. " And things just got a little more complicated."
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" Dismissed."
" Doctor, she could be dangerous."
" I said leave." Janet hissed angrily. The SF scrambled backwards, hurriedly moving to the door before stumbling past it. " I hate that." Janet said in a nicer, conversational tone rubbing her temples.
" As do I." A calm voice said from beneath the sheet. Had it been anyone else, they would have jumped. Instead Janet pulled the cloth back from the girls young face.
" Wondering when you were going to 'wake up'."
" I'm sorry it took so long." The girl paused, blinking before looking back at the doctor. " She's scared."
" She has every right to be scared. General Hammond is going to want to talk with her as well."
" Of course." The girl's altered voice spoke as if that was obvious.
" Is it okay if I run a couple of tests? Just to make sure everything's as it should be." Janet hurriedly added so as not to offend either.
" I see no problem with that."
" Good, good. Just sit up for a moment here and then you'll be all set." Janet hustled and bustled around, doing the required tests to make sure the host was in perfect condition.
" I have a question to ask." Janet glanced over at the girl sitting in a relaxed position on the bed.
" Ask away." She said turning back to the screen.
" What is a. Daniel Bedingfield Concert?" Janet choked on a laugh and turned incredulous eyes back on the girl.
" You can read her mind."
" It's very confusing. I'm not used to the minds of children." Janet did laugh then, quiet and soft.
" Yeah, I suppose it would be. Daniel Bedingfield is a singer. Apparently she either has tickets or wants to go to a concert of his coming up." The answer didn't seem to really ease the girls' confusion but it helped.
" Oh."
" You'll understand eventually." Daniel chose that exact moment to come in and ask Janet something.
" Oh, sorry. Didn't realize you had. uh. company. I'm Daniel." The girl simply blinked, lips parted and stared at the archeologist. " Okay then. Janet I'll talk to you later." Janet nodded her head, wincing once he left.
" That wasn't supposed to happen."
" No. It wasn't." The girl agreed before returning her attention to her short nails.
By: Kryptonite
A/N: I have part of this written already, though I'm not completely finished, but I thought I could start the story and work on what I have and update just a little bit more regularly than most of my stories have a tendency to be updated. I hope everyone reading this likes it, I haven't had the greatest luck writing SG-1 FanFiction but I just had to write this idea out. It just kept bugging me until I wrote it down. Enough of my ramblings, on with the story. :)
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" Here and ready for duty sir." Jack half-saluted as he walked without knocking into Major-General George Hammond's office.
" You aren't supposed to be here for another two hours Colonel." Jack shrugged and walked uninvited further into the office.
" So I'm early. There's a first time for everything." Hammond closed his eyes and bowed his head, a hand passing over his face in frustration. He sat down wearily behind his desk.
" Go home and then come back when you're supposed to." He tried to order but he was too tired to care.
" Are you feeling alright?" The phone rang before George could answer.
" Hammond." He paused, listening to the person on the other end. " I'll be right there." He hung up, sighing; forgetting Jack was standing there in front of him.
" Uh, George? What's going on?" Snapping back to reality, Hammond stood quickly and fixed Jack with an icy glare.
" Go to your office and stay there until your briefing, is that understood Colonel?" He didn't wait for a reply before he swept out of the room leaving the door open.
" Sir yes sir." Jack muttered, moving out and down the halls to his office.
~~~~~
" Get her to the infirmary. Doctor Fraiser is waiting for her."
" Yes sir." The guard saluted before taking a sheet-covered gurney on its trip through the mountain complexes passages.
" You can go." He said, speaking to the driver of the vehicle. Hammond stood to watch it drive down the road. " And things just got a little more complicated."
~~~~~
" Dismissed."
" Doctor, she could be dangerous."
" I said leave." Janet hissed angrily. The SF scrambled backwards, hurriedly moving to the door before stumbling past it. " I hate that." Janet said in a nicer, conversational tone rubbing her temples.
" As do I." A calm voice said from beneath the sheet. Had it been anyone else, they would have jumped. Instead Janet pulled the cloth back from the girls young face.
" Wondering when you were going to 'wake up'."
" I'm sorry it took so long." The girl paused, blinking before looking back at the doctor. " She's scared."
" She has every right to be scared. General Hammond is going to want to talk with her as well."
" Of course." The girl's altered voice spoke as if that was obvious.
" Is it okay if I run a couple of tests? Just to make sure everything's as it should be." Janet hurriedly added so as not to offend either.
" I see no problem with that."
" Good, good. Just sit up for a moment here and then you'll be all set." Janet hustled and bustled around, doing the required tests to make sure the host was in perfect condition.
" I have a question to ask." Janet glanced over at the girl sitting in a relaxed position on the bed.
" Ask away." She said turning back to the screen.
" What is a. Daniel Bedingfield Concert?" Janet choked on a laugh and turned incredulous eyes back on the girl.
" You can read her mind."
" It's very confusing. I'm not used to the minds of children." Janet did laugh then, quiet and soft.
" Yeah, I suppose it would be. Daniel Bedingfield is a singer. Apparently she either has tickets or wants to go to a concert of his coming up." The answer didn't seem to really ease the girls' confusion but it helped.
" Oh."
" You'll understand eventually." Daniel chose that exact moment to come in and ask Janet something.
" Oh, sorry. Didn't realize you had. uh. company. I'm Daniel." The girl simply blinked, lips parted and stared at the archeologist. " Okay then. Janet I'll talk to you later." Janet nodded her head, wincing once he left.
" That wasn't supposed to happen."
" No. It wasn't." The girl agreed before returning her attention to her short nails.