Oh yeah, this was bad.
Shawn didn't have a clue where he was. Even worse, he didn't have a clue where the Asgard were, either. His first flight had certainly become a fiasco in every form of the word. And thanks to the Asgard, Shawn KNEW every form of the word.
He tapped the controls of his Attacker, wondering once again what in the world he was going to do. Going into hyperspace hadn't been on purpose. The button was blinking and he'd pressed it without thinking. They should have known better than to put a blinking button someplace close to where it could be touched. Everyone knew if you saw a blinking button you touched it!
It had taken Shawn a while to figure out the hyper drive. He'd seen it on the simulator, and knew what it did, but since they hadn't planned on him actually going into hyperspace, they had yet to show him exactly how to use it. Finally, when he did manage to get out of hyperspace, he realized that he was way off course. Considering the course was only supposed to take him around Saturn. He didn't see any planets with rings. He didn't see any planets, period.
The boy tried to stay calm. Getting upset and bawling wasn't going to help him any, and he knew it. He turned the ship around, figuring that if he just went back the way he came, he'd find his way back. Then the proximity alarms went off, and Shawn felt a glad wave of relief wash through him. Thor must have come looking for him. He turned his head, looking to see where the other ship was.
"Kree!"
"Oh Shit!" Shawn clapped his hand over his mouth, well aware that he wasn't supposed to even know the word that had just popped out of his mouth. It was a reflexive motion, though, and he dropped his hand a second later. No one was around to care what he said. He looked around wildly, and saw the large hull of a Goa'uld vessel approaching. A Ha'tak. He knew that the ship he was in didn't have a chance against the Goa'uld ship. Sure, he had some weaponry. Impressive weaponry. But the Ha'tak was carrying a fleet of ships that were just as good as the one he was in. He was in a lot of trouble, and he knew it.
"Rhe'u!" Shawn said, thumbing the communications toggle. "Stay back!" His Goa'uld was perfect, even if his voice was high pitched and terrified.
"Di'dak'didi!?" The voice was incensed, even though it was laced with surprise. "You dare?"
Shawn didn't get the ship in the position he wanted it in, but he didn't have the guts to stick around long enough to get turned around completely. Any minute now, the Goa'uld in that ship were going to get over their shock and come after him, and he knew they weren't going to get much of a struggle. Even less if they just wanted to shoot him down. He thumbed the hyper drive switch and pressed it, hoping he had enough space that he wasn't going to end up splattered against the hull of the Goa'uld ship. As the stars faded into streaks, he gave a terrified squeak of relief, and wondered if he really had the guts to be a member of the SGC.
~*~
"Any clue what we're going to tell them, Jack?" Sam asked, softly. They were in her car, driving to Shawn's house, and O'Neill hadn't said more than two words to her since they'd left Cheyenne Mountain.
"Hmmm?" He looked over at her. Then realized what she said, and shook his head. "No."
"We could tell them that he ran away?"
"He wouldn't run away."
"I know."
"They know that, too."
"We could tell them that he's sick and we needed to take –"
"Nah, because he doesn't look sick. And they'd be worried they had whatever he had. Plus they'd want to see him immediately." He sighed. "I know I would."
"I'm sorry."
"There's no reason for you to be, Sam," Jack said, softly. "This isn't-"He stopped as an idea came to him. One that might work. Well, it'd work better than the run away idea would, anyways. He started to explain it to Carter.
~*~
"Jack?" James Adams was rumpled and looking very much like he'd just been woken up. Which he had. Jack smiled at the man, a truly forced smile, but one that was completely necessary.
"Hi, James. Sorry to wake you up."
"It's okay. Is everything all right?" He saw Carter coming up the sidewalk and gave her a smile.
"Hi, Sam."
"Hi, James. How are you?" Turning to O'Neill before Shawn's dad could answer, she nodded. "They got him, Sir."
"Well done, Carter."
"Got who?" James asked, thoroughly confused.
"Well... it's a little complicated," Jack said, grinning. Again, it was forced, but again, completely and utterly necessary. "Can Sam and I come in for a second?"
"Sure."
Dotty met them in the living room, still putting her robe on, and Jack gave her a smile as well.
"Hi, Dotty. Sorry to disturb you."
"Hi Jack. Hello, Sam."
"Hi."
"Do you need Shawn?"
Jack shook his head. "Actually, we already have him."
"What?"
"Well," Sam took over. "Shawn was asking us last weekend about just how good the Black Ops guys in the Military were. And when we told him that they could do anything, he practically dared us to prove it."
"So, tonight, we thought we would."
"Your Black Ops guys were here?" James asked, slightly confused.
"They were. They snuck into Shawn's room and kidnapped him." Jack grinned. "We didn't want to tell you, because we were worried you might have given it away without meaning to. You know how good Shawn is at picking up on that kind of thing."
"Yeah, he is," James agreed, smiling slightly. This was definitely something he could see Shawn loving. "Your guys didn't hurt him, did they?"
"Nah, you know me better than that."
"Where is he, Jack?" Dotty asked, slightly concerned that her baby wasn't in the house where he belonged.
"Sam?"
Carter grinned. "He's on his way to the base. We were hoping that you and James would let us keep him for the weekend? Maybe show him around? Take him up on another helicopter ride?"
"Sam and I didn't really get much of a chance to spend time with him on his birthday," Jack explained. "We'd like to make it up to him. You know, give him a taste of Military life."
"But it's a school night..."
"It was the only night the guys were available." Jack said, trying to sound slightly disappointed.
"Aw, one day of missed school won't kill him," James told his wife. "It isn't like he's behind."
"Well..."
"Great!" Jack smiled, and rubbed his hands together. "We need to get to the base and make sure he's being treated like a VIP. If you'd like, I'll have him call you later?"
"I'd like that, but he wouldn't," Dotty said, smiling slightly. She knew her son would thoroughly enjoy the weekend Jack had in mind for him, and she didn't want to interfere. Besides, he was doing well in school, and a missed day wouldn't hurt him at all. She could always help him catch up if it was something important. "I'll call the school and arrange his absence in the morning."
"Thanks, Dotty," Sam said, turning to go. "We'll take good care of him."
"I know you will, Sam. I'd trust Jack with Shawn's life."
Jack left without another word, unable to say anything in reply to that. Sam covered for it, though, keeping the cheerful smile on her face until they were back in her car.
Shawn didn't have a clue where he was. Even worse, he didn't have a clue where the Asgard were, either. His first flight had certainly become a fiasco in every form of the word. And thanks to the Asgard, Shawn KNEW every form of the word.
He tapped the controls of his Attacker, wondering once again what in the world he was going to do. Going into hyperspace hadn't been on purpose. The button was blinking and he'd pressed it without thinking. They should have known better than to put a blinking button someplace close to where it could be touched. Everyone knew if you saw a blinking button you touched it!
It had taken Shawn a while to figure out the hyper drive. He'd seen it on the simulator, and knew what it did, but since they hadn't planned on him actually going into hyperspace, they had yet to show him exactly how to use it. Finally, when he did manage to get out of hyperspace, he realized that he was way off course. Considering the course was only supposed to take him around Saturn. He didn't see any planets with rings. He didn't see any planets, period.
The boy tried to stay calm. Getting upset and bawling wasn't going to help him any, and he knew it. He turned the ship around, figuring that if he just went back the way he came, he'd find his way back. Then the proximity alarms went off, and Shawn felt a glad wave of relief wash through him. Thor must have come looking for him. He turned his head, looking to see where the other ship was.
"Kree!"
"Oh Shit!" Shawn clapped his hand over his mouth, well aware that he wasn't supposed to even know the word that had just popped out of his mouth. It was a reflexive motion, though, and he dropped his hand a second later. No one was around to care what he said. He looked around wildly, and saw the large hull of a Goa'uld vessel approaching. A Ha'tak. He knew that the ship he was in didn't have a chance against the Goa'uld ship. Sure, he had some weaponry. Impressive weaponry. But the Ha'tak was carrying a fleet of ships that were just as good as the one he was in. He was in a lot of trouble, and he knew it.
"Rhe'u!" Shawn said, thumbing the communications toggle. "Stay back!" His Goa'uld was perfect, even if his voice was high pitched and terrified.
"Di'dak'didi!?" The voice was incensed, even though it was laced with surprise. "You dare?"
Shawn didn't get the ship in the position he wanted it in, but he didn't have the guts to stick around long enough to get turned around completely. Any minute now, the Goa'uld in that ship were going to get over their shock and come after him, and he knew they weren't going to get much of a struggle. Even less if they just wanted to shoot him down. He thumbed the hyper drive switch and pressed it, hoping he had enough space that he wasn't going to end up splattered against the hull of the Goa'uld ship. As the stars faded into streaks, he gave a terrified squeak of relief, and wondered if he really had the guts to be a member of the SGC.
~*~
"Any clue what we're going to tell them, Jack?" Sam asked, softly. They were in her car, driving to Shawn's house, and O'Neill hadn't said more than two words to her since they'd left Cheyenne Mountain.
"Hmmm?" He looked over at her. Then realized what she said, and shook his head. "No."
"We could tell them that he ran away?"
"He wouldn't run away."
"I know."
"They know that, too."
"We could tell them that he's sick and we needed to take –"
"Nah, because he doesn't look sick. And they'd be worried they had whatever he had. Plus they'd want to see him immediately." He sighed. "I know I would."
"I'm sorry."
"There's no reason for you to be, Sam," Jack said, softly. "This isn't-"He stopped as an idea came to him. One that might work. Well, it'd work better than the run away idea would, anyways. He started to explain it to Carter.
~*~
"Jack?" James Adams was rumpled and looking very much like he'd just been woken up. Which he had. Jack smiled at the man, a truly forced smile, but one that was completely necessary.
"Hi, James. Sorry to wake you up."
"It's okay. Is everything all right?" He saw Carter coming up the sidewalk and gave her a smile.
"Hi, Sam."
"Hi, James. How are you?" Turning to O'Neill before Shawn's dad could answer, she nodded. "They got him, Sir."
"Well done, Carter."
"Got who?" James asked, thoroughly confused.
"Well... it's a little complicated," Jack said, grinning. Again, it was forced, but again, completely and utterly necessary. "Can Sam and I come in for a second?"
"Sure."
Dotty met them in the living room, still putting her robe on, and Jack gave her a smile as well.
"Hi, Dotty. Sorry to disturb you."
"Hi Jack. Hello, Sam."
"Hi."
"Do you need Shawn?"
Jack shook his head. "Actually, we already have him."
"What?"
"Well," Sam took over. "Shawn was asking us last weekend about just how good the Black Ops guys in the Military were. And when we told him that they could do anything, he practically dared us to prove it."
"So, tonight, we thought we would."
"Your Black Ops guys were here?" James asked, slightly confused.
"They were. They snuck into Shawn's room and kidnapped him." Jack grinned. "We didn't want to tell you, because we were worried you might have given it away without meaning to. You know how good Shawn is at picking up on that kind of thing."
"Yeah, he is," James agreed, smiling slightly. This was definitely something he could see Shawn loving. "Your guys didn't hurt him, did they?"
"Nah, you know me better than that."
"Where is he, Jack?" Dotty asked, slightly concerned that her baby wasn't in the house where he belonged.
"Sam?"
Carter grinned. "He's on his way to the base. We were hoping that you and James would let us keep him for the weekend? Maybe show him around? Take him up on another helicopter ride?"
"Sam and I didn't really get much of a chance to spend time with him on his birthday," Jack explained. "We'd like to make it up to him. You know, give him a taste of Military life."
"But it's a school night..."
"It was the only night the guys were available." Jack said, trying to sound slightly disappointed.
"Aw, one day of missed school won't kill him," James told his wife. "It isn't like he's behind."
"Well..."
"Great!" Jack smiled, and rubbed his hands together. "We need to get to the base and make sure he's being treated like a VIP. If you'd like, I'll have him call you later?"
"I'd like that, but he wouldn't," Dotty said, smiling slightly. She knew her son would thoroughly enjoy the weekend Jack had in mind for him, and she didn't want to interfere. Besides, he was doing well in school, and a missed day wouldn't hurt him at all. She could always help him catch up if it was something important. "I'll call the school and arrange his absence in the morning."
"Thanks, Dotty," Sam said, turning to go. "We'll take good care of him."
"I know you will, Sam. I'd trust Jack with Shawn's life."
Jack left without another word, unable to say anything in reply to that. Sam covered for it, though, keeping the cheerful smile on her face until they were back in her car.
