"Familiar Strangers"
Ch.2
Nicole's POV
(My house)
I gripped my head in agony. They're getting worse, I thought as I closed the closet and put on my normal clothes. I then went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I opened it and tool an orange medicine bottle. I took a large white pill a popped it in my mouth. I then drank some water.
"Nickel!" I heard Andrew call me.
"I'm coming!" I yelled back, putting the medicine away. I swiftly went downstairs. I then told him "You had better not try to throw any snowballs at me without any warning, Andy-Roo."
"Or what?" he asked, smirking. "Are you gonna beat me up?"
I grinned broadly, "No, but I can get Melissa and Jen to."
"Okay, I won't push you in, promise," Andrew said, shuddering.
I giggled. I then said, "Listen I need to go for a car ride. I'm feeling a little claustrophobic cooped up here. I'll be back soon." I grabbed my car keys, my jacket and started for the door.
"Nicole, hang on!" Melissa called after me. I stopped and she and Andrew both met my eyes. "You've just had a premonition, didn't you?"
I nodded. "I'm counting on you two to hold down the fort while I'm gone. I should only be a few minutes." And I left.
The sun began to set as I drove around town. Colorado is beautiful in January, I thought. Just as I felt the urge to have a cup of coffee, I spotted a little coffee house on a street corner. Going with a coffee addict's instinct, I went in. A gentle breeze fluttered my auburn hair. The vigorous breeze made me look up from my cup of coffee. I spotted a young man struggling to carry a stack of books while trying to open the door to an apartment building next to the coffee house.
The man looked vaguely familiar. The light brown haired man dropped the pile of books he was carrying. I quickly drank the last of my coffee, threw the cup away, and went to go to help him. I kneeled down beside him.
"Here, let me help you with these," I started picking them up.
"Oh, thank you," he said, picking only a few up and starting to open the door. "My apartment is on the fifth floor. You don't mind helping me until we're there, do you?"
We were already in the elevator.
"No, I don't mind," Then I recognized him, I added, "Dr. Jackson."
He stared at me. "How did you know my name? I don't think we've ever met before."
"I've read an article on some of your work. I'm an Anthropologist too," I said. He merely nodded. The elevator had reached level 5 and Dr. Jackson led the way to his apartment. "I'm Nicole Allison, by the way."
I sat the books down on his small coffee table in the living room. He sat his few next to them, and then threw his keys in the kitchen.
"Well, Nicole, thank you again for your help. Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Soda? Water?" He offered.
"Coffee would be great," I said, thinking about all of the questions I would be bombarded with as soon as I got back home. I sat down on his couch. "I can only stay for a few minutes, I'm afraid. Today is my birthday you see. My friends are giving me a surprise party."
"So, why were you out on the town, alone?" Daniel said, as he poured two cups of coffee.
He past the coffee to me and then sat down next to me.
"Something happened to me. You would think it was strange. But, in my life it was completely normal," I sipped some coffee.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I had a premonition,"
"Like seeing into the future?"
"More like seeing a possible future. Our future is never really set in stone. You see, I get them in hope of changing the outcome in the end. For the better," I explained.
"What did you see this time?" he asked.
"I saw the SGC being ambushed by a Goa'uld System Lord. And our side wasn't doing so well." I said, taking another drink of coffee.
I noticed Dr. Jackson almost choked on his coffee.
"Yes, I know about the SGC and the Goa'uld. Most of my premonitions feature several battles the SGC has fought. Personally SG-1 is my favorite team." I explained, blushing. "I really should be going." I got up, abruptly, leaving the coffee on the table, and bolted to the door.
"Dr. Allison, wait," Daniel said, following me to the door.
"I've told you more then I've ever told anybody," I said. I opened the door slowly.
Dr. Jackson held my free hand to stop me from leaving. "Come to the SGC with me tomorrow morning,"
I thought about it for a moment. This might be my chance to change the outcome of my recent premonition. I nodded. "8:00 tomorrow morning,"
He nodded and let go of my hand.
"Thanks for the coffee," I left.
To be continued . . .
