It was much later. If any of them had looked at a clock, they'd have known
that the sun had long since gone down and it was getting dark out. None of
them were looking at the clock, though. They were all seated around the
briefing table, as they had been since Jack and Sam had returned, and even
though they'd been there for a good hour, listening to Carter tell them
what Dotty had told her and Jack, no one had even shifted in their seats.
Well, Jack had, more than once. But he'd already heard the story, and he had to admit that hearing it again was making him a little pissed at having been used in such a manner. However, he'd also had to admit that the way Carter made it sound was a lot more reasonable than the way Dotty had made it sound. The Ancients had never actually hurt Jack with their device, and taking his DNA was hardly a heinous crime against humanity. It was just that they should have asked. Of course, then he'd have said no.
"Almost perfect breeding stock?" Daniel had repeated, when Sam reached that point of the story. The Archeologist looked over at Jack, with an incredulous look that would have almost been insulting, if Jack didn't know that Daniel was exaggerating his disbelief just to goad him.
"Almost perfect," Jack had said, reaching down and caressing Jaffer's ears. The big black lab had settled himself next to Jack's chair in the briefing room, and had been silent enough during the briefing that Hammond hadn't told him to send him back to the kennels up on the surface.
"And yet, not perfect?"
"Apparently, I'm stubborn."
"You?"
"I know!" Jack said, smiling despite himself. Leave it to Daniel to make him banter and keep the anger at bay.
"I find that hard to believe."
"Quick-tempered, too," Jack added.
"No!" The look of shock on Daniel's face was completely fake, but so perfect that even Teal'c had what could have been a slight smile on his face.
"I know... crazy, huh?"
They fell silent again as Carter continued the story, but Jack was feeling a little better by the time it was over. After all, it was done and there wasn't anyone he could take it out on. Dotty hadn't done it. Shawn certainly didn't, and as good as Jack was at taking his foul moods out on the people around him, none of them had had anything to do with it, either.
"It does explain a few things," Daniel said, when Carter was finally done.
"Such as?"
"Why the Asgard healing device worked on Shawn when Thor didn't really expect it to. It worked on the Asgard in him."
"As it did when Shawn broke his ankle last year." Teal'c added.
"Yeah."
"What do we do about it, Colonel?" Hammond asked.
"Nothing we can do, Sir. Shawn's not –"
A low growl interrupted him, and Jack heard an echoing growl from Jack, who'd been under the table by Teal'c. Almost immediately there was a flash of bright light, and Thor appeared in the corner of the room. Jack's eyes widened, and he looked down at Jaffer, but the dog was calm, now.
"Greetings, O'Neill."
"Thor, how's it going?"
"Shawn Adams is not in his house, O'Neill." Thor said.
"No.." Jack said, surprised. He'd forgotten in all the other events of the day that Shawn had a lesson with the Asgard that evening. "He's up fishing with his dad, Thor." Jack told him. "They left a day early, and I suppose he didn't have a chance to get the message to you. It was sort of spur of the moment."
Thor nodded. "We were concerned, given the events of the day, and wanted to inform you immediately."
"I appreciate that, Thor." Jack said. He did, too. The Asgard had been extremely careful making sure Jack knew what was going on with Shawn and his instructions with them – as Jack had intended when he'd agreed to allow the lessons to continue. "I suppose we could have sent you the message ourselves, but with all that's been going on, it didn't even occur to me."
"Do you agree with our conclusions, then, that the man in your infirmary is, indeed, Shawn Adams?"
"Yeah. We just can't do much until he wakes up and we can find out what happened."
"Do you require our assistance?" Thor asked. "If you do not, then I will be leaving your planet's orbit."
"Got a hot date tonight?"
Thor stared at him, unsure what that meant, and unsure how to respond. Jack sighed, and shook his head. He'd have to get Shawn to sit down with the Asgard and explain all of these expressions some day.
"Never mind, Thor," Jack said, shaking his head. "If we need anything, we'll get a message to you. Enjoy your weekend."
There was another low growl from under the table and Thor vanished in another bright light.
Sam looked down at the large black dog lounging at Jack's side. "Well, that was new."
"Thor not understanding my sense of humor?" Jack asked. "Nothing new about that."
"The dogs knew Thor was coming before he showed up. And knew he was leaving before he left."
"Yeah? Probably some sound their beaming thing makes," Jack said, shrugging. He was more pleased that no one had mentioned Shawn's parentage with the Asgard around. Of course, that had been the first thing Jack had told them all; he'd given his word to Dotty that Shawn wouldn't find out what he was, and Jack had asked the people with him to agree to that as well.
"Probably," Sam said. It was still interesting.
"So, Dotty Adams had noting to do with the future Shawn showing up at our doorstep?" Hammond asked, trying to get them all back on track.
"No, Sir," Jack said. 'She looked as surprised as we were. She probably would have rushed down here to see him herself, if not for the fact that it would have aroused the interest of the Asgard, who don't know that she knows about the SGC."
"We'll just have to wait, then, I suppose," Hammond said, looking at Fraiser. "How long until he wakes up?"
She shook her head. "He's worn out, Sir. We'll just have to let him sleep it off. He was awake for a minute, but he didn't make much sense, and he went back to sleep immediately and hasn't shown any sign of waking since."
"Keep me informed," Hammond said, standing up. "I want to know if he's here on purpose, or if it was an accident, and we need to start figuring out how to get him back where he belongs." He shot a look directly at Carter, who sighed, but nodded. There wasn't much she could do.
Well, Jack had, more than once. But he'd already heard the story, and he had to admit that hearing it again was making him a little pissed at having been used in such a manner. However, he'd also had to admit that the way Carter made it sound was a lot more reasonable than the way Dotty had made it sound. The Ancients had never actually hurt Jack with their device, and taking his DNA was hardly a heinous crime against humanity. It was just that they should have asked. Of course, then he'd have said no.
"Almost perfect breeding stock?" Daniel had repeated, when Sam reached that point of the story. The Archeologist looked over at Jack, with an incredulous look that would have almost been insulting, if Jack didn't know that Daniel was exaggerating his disbelief just to goad him.
"Almost perfect," Jack had said, reaching down and caressing Jaffer's ears. The big black lab had settled himself next to Jack's chair in the briefing room, and had been silent enough during the briefing that Hammond hadn't told him to send him back to the kennels up on the surface.
"And yet, not perfect?"
"Apparently, I'm stubborn."
"You?"
"I know!" Jack said, smiling despite himself. Leave it to Daniel to make him banter and keep the anger at bay.
"I find that hard to believe."
"Quick-tempered, too," Jack added.
"No!" The look of shock on Daniel's face was completely fake, but so perfect that even Teal'c had what could have been a slight smile on his face.
"I know... crazy, huh?"
They fell silent again as Carter continued the story, but Jack was feeling a little better by the time it was over. After all, it was done and there wasn't anyone he could take it out on. Dotty hadn't done it. Shawn certainly didn't, and as good as Jack was at taking his foul moods out on the people around him, none of them had had anything to do with it, either.
"It does explain a few things," Daniel said, when Carter was finally done.
"Such as?"
"Why the Asgard healing device worked on Shawn when Thor didn't really expect it to. It worked on the Asgard in him."
"As it did when Shawn broke his ankle last year." Teal'c added.
"Yeah."
"What do we do about it, Colonel?" Hammond asked.
"Nothing we can do, Sir. Shawn's not –"
A low growl interrupted him, and Jack heard an echoing growl from Jack, who'd been under the table by Teal'c. Almost immediately there was a flash of bright light, and Thor appeared in the corner of the room. Jack's eyes widened, and he looked down at Jaffer, but the dog was calm, now.
"Greetings, O'Neill."
"Thor, how's it going?"
"Shawn Adams is not in his house, O'Neill." Thor said.
"No.." Jack said, surprised. He'd forgotten in all the other events of the day that Shawn had a lesson with the Asgard that evening. "He's up fishing with his dad, Thor." Jack told him. "They left a day early, and I suppose he didn't have a chance to get the message to you. It was sort of spur of the moment."
Thor nodded. "We were concerned, given the events of the day, and wanted to inform you immediately."
"I appreciate that, Thor." Jack said. He did, too. The Asgard had been extremely careful making sure Jack knew what was going on with Shawn and his instructions with them – as Jack had intended when he'd agreed to allow the lessons to continue. "I suppose we could have sent you the message ourselves, but with all that's been going on, it didn't even occur to me."
"Do you agree with our conclusions, then, that the man in your infirmary is, indeed, Shawn Adams?"
"Yeah. We just can't do much until he wakes up and we can find out what happened."
"Do you require our assistance?" Thor asked. "If you do not, then I will be leaving your planet's orbit."
"Got a hot date tonight?"
Thor stared at him, unsure what that meant, and unsure how to respond. Jack sighed, and shook his head. He'd have to get Shawn to sit down with the Asgard and explain all of these expressions some day.
"Never mind, Thor," Jack said, shaking his head. "If we need anything, we'll get a message to you. Enjoy your weekend."
There was another low growl from under the table and Thor vanished in another bright light.
Sam looked down at the large black dog lounging at Jack's side. "Well, that was new."
"Thor not understanding my sense of humor?" Jack asked. "Nothing new about that."
"The dogs knew Thor was coming before he showed up. And knew he was leaving before he left."
"Yeah? Probably some sound their beaming thing makes," Jack said, shrugging. He was more pleased that no one had mentioned Shawn's parentage with the Asgard around. Of course, that had been the first thing Jack had told them all; he'd given his word to Dotty that Shawn wouldn't find out what he was, and Jack had asked the people with him to agree to that as well.
"Probably," Sam said. It was still interesting.
"So, Dotty Adams had noting to do with the future Shawn showing up at our doorstep?" Hammond asked, trying to get them all back on track.
"No, Sir," Jack said. 'She looked as surprised as we were. She probably would have rushed down here to see him herself, if not for the fact that it would have aroused the interest of the Asgard, who don't know that she knows about the SGC."
"We'll just have to wait, then, I suppose," Hammond said, looking at Fraiser. "How long until he wakes up?"
She shook her head. "He's worn out, Sir. We'll just have to let him sleep it off. He was awake for a minute, but he didn't make much sense, and he went back to sleep immediately and hasn't shown any sign of waking since."
"Keep me informed," Hammond said, standing up. "I want to know if he's here on purpose, or if it was an accident, and we need to start figuring out how to get him back where he belongs." He shot a look directly at Carter, who sighed, but nodded. There wasn't much she could do.