Author's Note: This story isn't intended to be long, just so you all know!
(Of course, I didn't intend Good Morning Campers to go over 20 chapter, so
we'll have to wait and see)
~*~
It was late when Shawn finally crawled into his bed, and his mind was far too wound up for him to get any sleep right away. And he knew it. He'd been missing a lot of sleep lately. He lay under his blankets, thinking about the same thing he always thought of when he couldn't sleep. Jack.
Jack was everything Shawn wanted to be. Not that Shawn didn't admire and love his father, but his father was an architect, and Shawn didn't have any desire to be that when he grew up. He did, however, want to be in the Air Force. And more importantly, he wanted to be in the SGC program. This was going to happen. He already had the appointment to the Air Force Academy; just as soon a he was big enough to go. The President himself had given him the paper, and it was kept in Jack's desk at his house, for safekeeping.
First he'd go to the Academy, then he'd be officially in the Air Force, and then he'd join the SGC. That was his plan, anyways. He wasn't sure if it was the same plan everyone else had. But he knew what he wanted. He would do what Jack did.
Of course, first he had to finish school. And as far as Shawn was concerned, school was boring. Not that Shawn didn't like it. He liked pretty much everything about it. He liked the teachers. Liked the principal. He had a group of kids that called him their friend, even though he really didn't hang out with them all that much. He even liked the food that was served in the cafeteria, even though he laughed along with the others whenever someone told a cafeteria food joke. All in all, if not for the fact that school was boring, Shawn would have been happy going there five days a week. But school held him back. He could have spent a lot more time learning other, far more important things, if only he didn't have to go to school.
He was fairly certain his teachers would have flipped if any of them knew what he actually knew. They probably didn't think he really pay attention in school – which was true – and maybe a couple thought he was lazy – which wasn't true – but whenever they called on him for an answer, he always knew it. That was part of the deal. He'd learn all about the Asgard, and the Goa'uld, and anything else they wanted him to learn, but he'd insisted on learning English in the same manner he'd learned Asgard and Goa'uld, which meant that he knew the language far better than any of the other kids, and most of the teachers.
Knowing the language and understanding the words made learning a lot easier, and Shawn had tore through all his schoolbooks well ahead of the other kids in his class. It was easy when the Asgard were right there to tutor him in math and the sciences. They knew that if he fell behind in a subject, people were going to start asking why, and start looking for a reason. And more than anyone, the Asgard didn't want Shawn's secret lessons out in the open.
Shawn sighed. He didn't want to keep secrets. He wanted to help. But he and Jack had been over that before. Many times. Shawn wasn't old enough to be an actual part of the SGC; he wasn't old enough to understand what was going on around him. He just wasn't old enough. And there was only one cure for being too young. So Shawn waited, and he learned, and he helped where he could, even though Jack would never know the help he and his team were getting. Some day, he kept telling himself, he'd be able to help more openly.
He was still thinking it as he fell asleep.
~*~
The Gate flared, and to everyone's amazement, the iris didn't close.
"Close the iris!" Hammond ordered.
"It won't close, Sir."
"It's not working, Sir," Carter confirmed, looking over the Sergeant's shoulder.
"Security teams. Post!"
Armed men gathered in the Gate room, rifles up and pointing at the event horizon. Men and women manned machine guns behind metal guards, all tense and waiting.
A lone figure walked through the gate, then, calmly looking around.
"That's Thor." O'Neill said, wondering why he hadn't just beamed him up.
"Stand down," Hammond ordered as he started for the door. The security teams all lowered their weapons.
SG-1 followed, and the five of them walked into the embarkation room and headed to the ramp, where the little alien had stopped and waited for them.
"Thor!" Jack said, smiling. "Let me guess. You were in the neighborhood, and thought you'd stop in for some coffee?"
"I am not here for coffee, Colonel O'Neill." The alien said seriously.
Sam smiled; she didn't know why the Colonel bothered telling jokes. Thor never got them, anyways.
"What are you here for, then, Thor?" General Hammond asked.
"We have a situation, General Hammond. One we are not sure how to deal with, and one that is very disturbing both for the Asgard, and for your people."
"I don't feel disturbed," Jack said, looking at Teal'c and Daniel to see if they were disturbed. Hammond gave O'Neill a look that plainly told him to hush, and Jack gave him an innocent 'what did I say?' look, but he fell quiet.
"What's the situation, Thor?" Hammond asked. "How can we help?"
Thor turned more to O'Neill than to Hammond, knowing this was where the reaction was going to come from.
"We have lost Shawn."
~*~
It was late when Shawn finally crawled into his bed, and his mind was far too wound up for him to get any sleep right away. And he knew it. He'd been missing a lot of sleep lately. He lay under his blankets, thinking about the same thing he always thought of when he couldn't sleep. Jack.
Jack was everything Shawn wanted to be. Not that Shawn didn't admire and love his father, but his father was an architect, and Shawn didn't have any desire to be that when he grew up. He did, however, want to be in the Air Force. And more importantly, he wanted to be in the SGC program. This was going to happen. He already had the appointment to the Air Force Academy; just as soon a he was big enough to go. The President himself had given him the paper, and it was kept in Jack's desk at his house, for safekeeping.
First he'd go to the Academy, then he'd be officially in the Air Force, and then he'd join the SGC. That was his plan, anyways. He wasn't sure if it was the same plan everyone else had. But he knew what he wanted. He would do what Jack did.
Of course, first he had to finish school. And as far as Shawn was concerned, school was boring. Not that Shawn didn't like it. He liked pretty much everything about it. He liked the teachers. Liked the principal. He had a group of kids that called him their friend, even though he really didn't hang out with them all that much. He even liked the food that was served in the cafeteria, even though he laughed along with the others whenever someone told a cafeteria food joke. All in all, if not for the fact that school was boring, Shawn would have been happy going there five days a week. But school held him back. He could have spent a lot more time learning other, far more important things, if only he didn't have to go to school.
He was fairly certain his teachers would have flipped if any of them knew what he actually knew. They probably didn't think he really pay attention in school – which was true – and maybe a couple thought he was lazy – which wasn't true – but whenever they called on him for an answer, he always knew it. That was part of the deal. He'd learn all about the Asgard, and the Goa'uld, and anything else they wanted him to learn, but he'd insisted on learning English in the same manner he'd learned Asgard and Goa'uld, which meant that he knew the language far better than any of the other kids, and most of the teachers.
Knowing the language and understanding the words made learning a lot easier, and Shawn had tore through all his schoolbooks well ahead of the other kids in his class. It was easy when the Asgard were right there to tutor him in math and the sciences. They knew that if he fell behind in a subject, people were going to start asking why, and start looking for a reason. And more than anyone, the Asgard didn't want Shawn's secret lessons out in the open.
Shawn sighed. He didn't want to keep secrets. He wanted to help. But he and Jack had been over that before. Many times. Shawn wasn't old enough to be an actual part of the SGC; he wasn't old enough to understand what was going on around him. He just wasn't old enough. And there was only one cure for being too young. So Shawn waited, and he learned, and he helped where he could, even though Jack would never know the help he and his team were getting. Some day, he kept telling himself, he'd be able to help more openly.
He was still thinking it as he fell asleep.
~*~
The Gate flared, and to everyone's amazement, the iris didn't close.
"Close the iris!" Hammond ordered.
"It won't close, Sir."
"It's not working, Sir," Carter confirmed, looking over the Sergeant's shoulder.
"Security teams. Post!"
Armed men gathered in the Gate room, rifles up and pointing at the event horizon. Men and women manned machine guns behind metal guards, all tense and waiting.
A lone figure walked through the gate, then, calmly looking around.
"That's Thor." O'Neill said, wondering why he hadn't just beamed him up.
"Stand down," Hammond ordered as he started for the door. The security teams all lowered their weapons.
SG-1 followed, and the five of them walked into the embarkation room and headed to the ramp, where the little alien had stopped and waited for them.
"Thor!" Jack said, smiling. "Let me guess. You were in the neighborhood, and thought you'd stop in for some coffee?"
"I am not here for coffee, Colonel O'Neill." The alien said seriously.
Sam smiled; she didn't know why the Colonel bothered telling jokes. Thor never got them, anyways.
"What are you here for, then, Thor?" General Hammond asked.
"We have a situation, General Hammond. One we are not sure how to deal with, and one that is very disturbing both for the Asgard, and for your people."
"I don't feel disturbed," Jack said, looking at Teal'c and Daniel to see if they were disturbed. Hammond gave O'Neill a look that plainly told him to hush, and Jack gave him an innocent 'what did I say?' look, but he fell quiet.
"What's the situation, Thor?" Hammond asked. "How can we help?"
Thor turned more to O'Neill than to Hammond, knowing this was where the reaction was going to come from.
"We have lost Shawn."
