Author's Note: Cylons are from Battlestar Galactica (although I might have
spelled that wrong.) A scion is something completely different
~*~
"Give me those."
Jack reached over and took the dog tags from Carter, looking at them carefully. Daniel looked down at the arrowhead necklace he was holding, but he didn't recognize the tribe it might have come from. He slid it into his pocket for later study.
"Does the SGC have a Shawn Lincoln Adams that I don't know about?" Daniel asked.
"No." Jack said, reading the same name on the tags that Carter had. He looked over at the crowd of people surrounding the figure on the floor.
"Shawn? Our Shawn?" Hammond asked, confused. "Is his middle name Lincoln?"
"Yes, Sir." Jack said. It wasn't common knowledge. Of course, if Jack's middle name was Lincoln, no one would know. "They're just dog tags, Sir. I could put dog tags on saying I'm Batman, but it doesn't make me him."
"Where's Shawn at now?"
Jack looked at his watch. "He should be in school."
"Colonel, call his school and make sure he's still there. I don't know what's going on, but I want to make sure we know where that boy is at all times."
"Yes, Sir." Jack left the room, glancing once more at the crowd of medics.
"Doctor?"
Fraiser looked up, her gloved hands covered in blood, a worried expression on her face.
"Is he a Goa'uld?"
"I doubt it, Sir. We'll find out when we take him into surgery." Which was the first place they were going.
"Keep me informed."
Fraiser didn't reply, but he knew she would.
"Stay with him, Major." Hammond ordered. "I want an armed team outside whatever room he's in at all times. Just in case." The General wasn't ready to let his guard down just yet.
"Doctor Jackson, see if you can get a message to the Asgard. If anything's going on with Shawn, they're the ones that would know first."
"They wouldn't be dumb enough to cross Jack-"
"They've done it before," Hammond said. "Just ask one of them – preferably Thor – to get hold of us."
"Yes, Sir."
Daniel left the room, too, leaving Hammond, Teal'c and Carter to watch as Fraiser's team lifted the wounded man onto a back board and then onto a gurney. Sam managed to get a glimpse of his face, then. Even younger than she'd first assumed – early twenties at the most, she decided. His hair looked darker because of the blood that was matting it, but it was brown, she was sure. As she followed the gurney out of the room, waving a team of the security forces over to come with her, Carter's agile mind was already working on the puzzle. Unfortunately, there were way too many pieces missing to solve anything just yet.
~*~
"He's in school. I even talked to him," Jack said about 15 minutes later as he joined her outside the room Fraiser had disappeared into with her patient. Sam could understand the relief in O'Neill's voice; she felt the same way. At least they knew it wasn't Shawn. Well, it wasn't their Shawn anyways.
"I've been thinking, Sir."
"I figured you had, Carter," Jack said, smiling to make it sound a little less like a rebuke. "What have you been thinking about?"
"Who's to say it isn't Shawn in there?" She asked, pointing at the door of the operating room.
"Sam, I just told you I talked to Shawn on-"
"This Shawn, yes. Our Shawn. Our eleven-year-old Shawn. What if he's the same person, from another time?"
Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Another time?"
"We went back in time, who's to say it can't happen to someone else?"
"We don't know that he's not just some greasy Goa'uld trying to pull a fast one, Carter."
"We'll have Janet do a DNA test. That would prove it one way or the other. Right?"
"Prove what?" Hammond asked, walking over. He'd seen O'Neill and was going to make sure that Shawn was where he was supposed to be.
Carter explained her theory, and Jack's misgivings.
"I don't know that it would prove anything," Hammond said, shrugging, "But it's not a bad idea. At least we'd know what – who – we were dealing with, anyways."
"Providing he lives," Jack said, looking towards the door. "I'm not a doctor, but he left a pretty hefty blood stain on our front door."
"You've left a few of them yourself, Colonel," Hammond reminded Jack. "We'll have to wait and see, then. Until we know, though, I want the guards right where they are, and I want to make sure the camera to the operating room stays manned. No surprises, people."
"You mean, beyond the ones we've already had?" Jack clarified.
"Exactly."
~*~
"Give me those."
Jack reached over and took the dog tags from Carter, looking at them carefully. Daniel looked down at the arrowhead necklace he was holding, but he didn't recognize the tribe it might have come from. He slid it into his pocket for later study.
"Does the SGC have a Shawn Lincoln Adams that I don't know about?" Daniel asked.
"No." Jack said, reading the same name on the tags that Carter had. He looked over at the crowd of people surrounding the figure on the floor.
"Shawn? Our Shawn?" Hammond asked, confused. "Is his middle name Lincoln?"
"Yes, Sir." Jack said. It wasn't common knowledge. Of course, if Jack's middle name was Lincoln, no one would know. "They're just dog tags, Sir. I could put dog tags on saying I'm Batman, but it doesn't make me him."
"Where's Shawn at now?"
Jack looked at his watch. "He should be in school."
"Colonel, call his school and make sure he's still there. I don't know what's going on, but I want to make sure we know where that boy is at all times."
"Yes, Sir." Jack left the room, glancing once more at the crowd of medics.
"Doctor?"
Fraiser looked up, her gloved hands covered in blood, a worried expression on her face.
"Is he a Goa'uld?"
"I doubt it, Sir. We'll find out when we take him into surgery." Which was the first place they were going.
"Keep me informed."
Fraiser didn't reply, but he knew she would.
"Stay with him, Major." Hammond ordered. "I want an armed team outside whatever room he's in at all times. Just in case." The General wasn't ready to let his guard down just yet.
"Doctor Jackson, see if you can get a message to the Asgard. If anything's going on with Shawn, they're the ones that would know first."
"They wouldn't be dumb enough to cross Jack-"
"They've done it before," Hammond said. "Just ask one of them – preferably Thor – to get hold of us."
"Yes, Sir."
Daniel left the room, too, leaving Hammond, Teal'c and Carter to watch as Fraiser's team lifted the wounded man onto a back board and then onto a gurney. Sam managed to get a glimpse of his face, then. Even younger than she'd first assumed – early twenties at the most, she decided. His hair looked darker because of the blood that was matting it, but it was brown, she was sure. As she followed the gurney out of the room, waving a team of the security forces over to come with her, Carter's agile mind was already working on the puzzle. Unfortunately, there were way too many pieces missing to solve anything just yet.
~*~
"He's in school. I even talked to him," Jack said about 15 minutes later as he joined her outside the room Fraiser had disappeared into with her patient. Sam could understand the relief in O'Neill's voice; she felt the same way. At least they knew it wasn't Shawn. Well, it wasn't their Shawn anyways.
"I've been thinking, Sir."
"I figured you had, Carter," Jack said, smiling to make it sound a little less like a rebuke. "What have you been thinking about?"
"Who's to say it isn't Shawn in there?" She asked, pointing at the door of the operating room.
"Sam, I just told you I talked to Shawn on-"
"This Shawn, yes. Our Shawn. Our eleven-year-old Shawn. What if he's the same person, from another time?"
Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Another time?"
"We went back in time, who's to say it can't happen to someone else?"
"We don't know that he's not just some greasy Goa'uld trying to pull a fast one, Carter."
"We'll have Janet do a DNA test. That would prove it one way or the other. Right?"
"Prove what?" Hammond asked, walking over. He'd seen O'Neill and was going to make sure that Shawn was where he was supposed to be.
Carter explained her theory, and Jack's misgivings.
"I don't know that it would prove anything," Hammond said, shrugging, "But it's not a bad idea. At least we'd know what – who – we were dealing with, anyways."
"Providing he lives," Jack said, looking towards the door. "I'm not a doctor, but he left a pretty hefty blood stain on our front door."
"You've left a few of them yourself, Colonel," Hammond reminded Jack. "We'll have to wait and see, then. Until we know, though, I want the guards right where they are, and I want to make sure the camera to the operating room stays manned. No surprises, people."
"You mean, beyond the ones we've already had?" Jack clarified.
"Exactly."