Title: Getting to Know You: Part 7
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The Broca Divide
Summary: Something's wrong at the SGC, but nobody's talking. Charlie and Nathan are determined to find out...
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
~ Getting to Know You: Part 7 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
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"They've gone on a tactical training mission. It's just procedure, nothing to worry about," General Hammond explained to the two teenage boys seated in front of him.
"If it's nothing to worry about, why didn't they tell us?" Charlie asked.
"They didn't know about it until the last minute, boys," he continued, ever-patient, "I'm sure they would have told you."
"I'm sure they would have told us anyway," Nathan continued, eyeing General Hammond suspiciously, "What's going on?"
"I just told you - they've gone on a ta..."
"Don't do that!" Charlie said in annoyance, "For crying out loud, we're not little kids! We can tell when you're lying, and that was a honkin' huge one!"
General Hammond was taken aback. "Now, listen here..." he began.
Nathan punched Charlie on the arm and bit back the urge to hiss at him. "He is the General of this place, Charlie. My grandad used to be a general, my mom told me..."
"I don't care!" Charlie interjected, "He's lying! I wanna know where the hell my dad is!"
"Your father," Hammond said sternly, "Is absolutely fine. He's doing his job.
Now, you boys run along before I put Colonel Makepeace in charge of you again."
That was enough to send the two of them fleeing from the room.
**********
"What did you hit me for?" Charlie groused, rubbing his arm, "I'm gonna have a bruise there for weeks!"
"Get over it," Nathan grumbled, "Can't you see that instead of making a huge fuss, we'd do better to conduct our own investigation, or collect our own intel?"
"What are you talking about, Brains?" Charlie asked.
Nathan ignored the use of that hateful nickname and continued. "I believe the guy's lying as much as you do, but unlike yourself, Mr O'Neinstein, I believe that the best way to do this is secretly - covertly. We don't have to let them know what we're really doing, and they won't let us know what they're really doing. Got it?"
"No."
"Oh, Holy Hannah! It means that we'll find out what's happened to our parents ourselves, okay? Do you need a diagram?" Nathan sighed in exasperation.
Charlie punched him. "What do you think I am, a complete retard?"
**********
"Oh, for crying out loud!" Jack moaned loudly, "Why do you always do this?"
Narim blinked. "We have met only once before, Colonel. I do not see..."
"Nah, forget it," Jack grouched, stubbing his feet into the ground.
"I think what Colonel O'Neill is trying to say..." Sam began, but was cut off by Jack.
"I don't like entering into something I know nothing about! Like this war, for example."
"Colonel, if you aided us in ridding this world of the Goa'uld..."
"What? What would you do? You'll sit there and refuse to give us anything in return because your technology is faaar too wonderful and we primitive humans wouldn't be able to use it without blowing ourselves up! Go on! Prove me wrong!"
he said, so mad that Teal'c was certain he could see steam rising from the man's body.
"We really do not have time for these arguments," Narim said, bordering on being cross - but not quite there.
"Well, ain't that convenient?" Jack asked, "Listen. We have more important things to do than..."
His speech was cut off by the approaching swoop of a Death Glider, which was heading straight towards the building they were inside.
"We are too late!" Narim cried, "We must take cover!"
They ran for a more sheltered area of the building as the Tel'tak fire began to rain down on them.
**********
"So...where are we going?" Nathan asked, running to keep up with a highly enthusiastic Charlie.
"Dr Jackson's lab," Charlie answered, pulling Nathan behind a wall as Lieutenant Simmons passed, without noticing them.
"He's a total drip."
"Charlie!" Nathan hissed, "Shut up! You don't even know the man!"
"No, but my dad does - says he's hot for your mom!"
"Oh, shut up!" Nathan said, blushing. "We've gone off topic again."
"Okay, okay, you can stop blushing now. He is a total drip, anyway. We're looking for mission reports."
Charlie stopped outside of a large set of doors and started fumbling in his pocket for something.
Nathan folded his arms and rolled his eyes. "Now what are we going to do, O'Neill? Magic the doors open?"
Charlie ignored the comment and pulled a card out of his pocket, swiping it through the holder and grinning as the doors opened.
Nathan's jaw dropped. "How the hell did you get that?"
Charlie shrugged. "Not much of a black ops officer if you can't pick a pocket..."
Nathan rolled his eyes again, and shoved past Charlie inside the room. He stood there and looked around him in wonder.
"What'dya reckon this is?" Charlie asked, picking up a highly valuable object.
Nathan cringed, and rushed over to Charlie's side, taking the small statue out of his hands.
"Let's just look for what we came for," he said, going over to the files.
Charlie started at one end, Nathan at the other. Nathan saw Charlie's puzzled expression and sighed, putting his hands on his hips.
"Holy Hannah, O'Neill! Those mission reports are from almost a year ago! Ya need to be looking at this end!"
They were both quiet for a moment, until Nathan was sure he'd found the file he wanted. He was extracting it from the untidily stacked shelf when Charlie let out a cry of disgust.
"What?" Nathan asked.
"C'mere and read this!" Charlie said, "This'll prove it!"
Nathan ran his eyes over the page and his jaw dropped almost to the floor, his eyes widening.
"No..."
"Oh, yeah," Charlie was grinning widely, "In the men's locker room, of all places!"
"Jeez, moms can be so embarrassing..." Nathan muttered, his cheeks flushing a deep red. Charlie was greatly enjoying himself.
"I must ask him what it was like - to have your mom throw herself at him..."
"Would you shut up!" Nathan shouted, angry at both himself and Charlie. "We've got the report we want - how about we read it?"
"I think I've found something more interesting..."
"I don't care!" Nathan snapped, forcibly taking the file out of Charlie's hand and jamming it back on the shelf.
"Ooh, touchy!" Charlie teased.
**********
"We're under heavy fire," the communication faltered, "The gate's cut off," faltered again, "No way home."
General Hammond looked at the floor uncomfortably.
"Love to the boys."
He folded his arms and tried to hide back the tide of emotion that threatened to engulf him.
"O'Neill out."
The transmission ended.
Sergeant Davis looked at Hammond. "What are you going to tell them, sir?"
"We're going to tell them that everything's fine," Hammond replied sadly.
**********
"See - this is what they call the gate address. You put this into the computer and it dials up the alien planet. Quite simple really."
Nathan scoffed. "Come off it - I bet you couldn't work it!"
"Course I couldn't!" Charlie replied. "Why'dya think I'm dragging your sorry arse around with me?"
Nathan said nothing.
"I think you can give me that money you owe me now," Charlie replied, with a smug grin.
Nathan sighed dramatically, pulled some notes out of his pocket and stuffed them in Charlie's outstretched hand.
"Thank you. Pleasure doing business with you, old boy!"
"Come on, let's get out of here," Nathan said, "We've still gotta find out what's going on."
**********
Kelly sat in the commissary, eating a banana dessert, when Charlie and Nathan entered. She glared at Nathan, but invited Charlie to sit down beside her.
"Shall I sit under the table?" Nathan asked sarcastically.
"You can go away whilst I speak to this proper young gentleman!" Kelly replied.
Nathan bit his lip, thinking of what his mother would have said. 'She's not worth it.'
"Excuse me whilst I go and rake over the dung, ma'am," Nathan said, tipping his imaginary hat and walking away.
Kelly glared at him until he'd left.
"Such a rude boy!" she said, smiling at Charlie, "Your father's obviously brought you up better than that stupid blonde scientist..."
***********
Nathan stuffed his hands in his pockets and slouched along the corridor, catching snippets of conversation from the various rooms.
"No, don't do that!"
"Sergeant!"
"Why does the coffee in this place taste like - "
He grunted and sank down on the floor, glaring at the security camera that followed him, before giving it the finger.
It was then that he picked up a conversation that interested him.
"SG-1 departed at 0700 hours for Tollana. We just received this message.
"We're under heavy fire, the gate's cut off, no way home."
"Love to the boys.".
"O'Neill out."
Nathan's heart fell to his feet. They were in trouble - Hammond had been lying.
His heart lurched at the sudden terrible thought that he would never see his mother again. He had to tell Charlie.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next time: It's not good to lie to two teenage boys who know better - repeatedly. They do stupid things.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The Broca Divide
Summary: Something's wrong at the SGC, but nobody's talking. Charlie and Nathan are determined to find out...
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
~ Getting to Know You: Part 7 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
**********
"They've gone on a tactical training mission. It's just procedure, nothing to worry about," General Hammond explained to the two teenage boys seated in front of him.
"If it's nothing to worry about, why didn't they tell us?" Charlie asked.
"They didn't know about it until the last minute, boys," he continued, ever-patient, "I'm sure they would have told you."
"I'm sure they would have told us anyway," Nathan continued, eyeing General Hammond suspiciously, "What's going on?"
"I just told you - they've gone on a ta..."
"Don't do that!" Charlie said in annoyance, "For crying out loud, we're not little kids! We can tell when you're lying, and that was a honkin' huge one!"
General Hammond was taken aback. "Now, listen here..." he began.
Nathan punched Charlie on the arm and bit back the urge to hiss at him. "He is the General of this place, Charlie. My grandad used to be a general, my mom told me..."
"I don't care!" Charlie interjected, "He's lying! I wanna know where the hell my dad is!"
"Your father," Hammond said sternly, "Is absolutely fine. He's doing his job.
Now, you boys run along before I put Colonel Makepeace in charge of you again."
That was enough to send the two of them fleeing from the room.
**********
"What did you hit me for?" Charlie groused, rubbing his arm, "I'm gonna have a bruise there for weeks!"
"Get over it," Nathan grumbled, "Can't you see that instead of making a huge fuss, we'd do better to conduct our own investigation, or collect our own intel?"
"What are you talking about, Brains?" Charlie asked.
Nathan ignored the use of that hateful nickname and continued. "I believe the guy's lying as much as you do, but unlike yourself, Mr O'Neinstein, I believe that the best way to do this is secretly - covertly. We don't have to let them know what we're really doing, and they won't let us know what they're really doing. Got it?"
"No."
"Oh, Holy Hannah! It means that we'll find out what's happened to our parents ourselves, okay? Do you need a diagram?" Nathan sighed in exasperation.
Charlie punched him. "What do you think I am, a complete retard?"
**********
"Oh, for crying out loud!" Jack moaned loudly, "Why do you always do this?"
Narim blinked. "We have met only once before, Colonel. I do not see..."
"Nah, forget it," Jack grouched, stubbing his feet into the ground.
"I think what Colonel O'Neill is trying to say..." Sam began, but was cut off by Jack.
"I don't like entering into something I know nothing about! Like this war, for example."
"Colonel, if you aided us in ridding this world of the Goa'uld..."
"What? What would you do? You'll sit there and refuse to give us anything in return because your technology is faaar too wonderful and we primitive humans wouldn't be able to use it without blowing ourselves up! Go on! Prove me wrong!"
he said, so mad that Teal'c was certain he could see steam rising from the man's body.
"We really do not have time for these arguments," Narim said, bordering on being cross - but not quite there.
"Well, ain't that convenient?" Jack asked, "Listen. We have more important things to do than..."
His speech was cut off by the approaching swoop of a Death Glider, which was heading straight towards the building they were inside.
"We are too late!" Narim cried, "We must take cover!"
They ran for a more sheltered area of the building as the Tel'tak fire began to rain down on them.
**********
"So...where are we going?" Nathan asked, running to keep up with a highly enthusiastic Charlie.
"Dr Jackson's lab," Charlie answered, pulling Nathan behind a wall as Lieutenant Simmons passed, without noticing them.
"He's a total drip."
"Charlie!" Nathan hissed, "Shut up! You don't even know the man!"
"No, but my dad does - says he's hot for your mom!"
"Oh, shut up!" Nathan said, blushing. "We've gone off topic again."
"Okay, okay, you can stop blushing now. He is a total drip, anyway. We're looking for mission reports."
Charlie stopped outside of a large set of doors and started fumbling in his pocket for something.
Nathan folded his arms and rolled his eyes. "Now what are we going to do, O'Neill? Magic the doors open?"
Charlie ignored the comment and pulled a card out of his pocket, swiping it through the holder and grinning as the doors opened.
Nathan's jaw dropped. "How the hell did you get that?"
Charlie shrugged. "Not much of a black ops officer if you can't pick a pocket..."
Nathan rolled his eyes again, and shoved past Charlie inside the room. He stood there and looked around him in wonder.
"What'dya reckon this is?" Charlie asked, picking up a highly valuable object.
Nathan cringed, and rushed over to Charlie's side, taking the small statue out of his hands.
"Let's just look for what we came for," he said, going over to the files.
Charlie started at one end, Nathan at the other. Nathan saw Charlie's puzzled expression and sighed, putting his hands on his hips.
"Holy Hannah, O'Neill! Those mission reports are from almost a year ago! Ya need to be looking at this end!"
They were both quiet for a moment, until Nathan was sure he'd found the file he wanted. He was extracting it from the untidily stacked shelf when Charlie let out a cry of disgust.
"What?" Nathan asked.
"C'mere and read this!" Charlie said, "This'll prove it!"
Nathan ran his eyes over the page and his jaw dropped almost to the floor, his eyes widening.
"No..."
"Oh, yeah," Charlie was grinning widely, "In the men's locker room, of all places!"
"Jeez, moms can be so embarrassing..." Nathan muttered, his cheeks flushing a deep red. Charlie was greatly enjoying himself.
"I must ask him what it was like - to have your mom throw herself at him..."
"Would you shut up!" Nathan shouted, angry at both himself and Charlie. "We've got the report we want - how about we read it?"
"I think I've found something more interesting..."
"I don't care!" Nathan snapped, forcibly taking the file out of Charlie's hand and jamming it back on the shelf.
"Ooh, touchy!" Charlie teased.
**********
"We're under heavy fire," the communication faltered, "The gate's cut off," faltered again, "No way home."
General Hammond looked at the floor uncomfortably.
"Love to the boys."
He folded his arms and tried to hide back the tide of emotion that threatened to engulf him.
"O'Neill out."
The transmission ended.
Sergeant Davis looked at Hammond. "What are you going to tell them, sir?"
"We're going to tell them that everything's fine," Hammond replied sadly.
**********
"See - this is what they call the gate address. You put this into the computer and it dials up the alien planet. Quite simple really."
Nathan scoffed. "Come off it - I bet you couldn't work it!"
"Course I couldn't!" Charlie replied. "Why'dya think I'm dragging your sorry arse around with me?"
Nathan said nothing.
"I think you can give me that money you owe me now," Charlie replied, with a smug grin.
Nathan sighed dramatically, pulled some notes out of his pocket and stuffed them in Charlie's outstretched hand.
"Thank you. Pleasure doing business with you, old boy!"
"Come on, let's get out of here," Nathan said, "We've still gotta find out what's going on."
**********
Kelly sat in the commissary, eating a banana dessert, when Charlie and Nathan entered. She glared at Nathan, but invited Charlie to sit down beside her.
"Shall I sit under the table?" Nathan asked sarcastically.
"You can go away whilst I speak to this proper young gentleman!" Kelly replied.
Nathan bit his lip, thinking of what his mother would have said. 'She's not worth it.'
"Excuse me whilst I go and rake over the dung, ma'am," Nathan said, tipping his imaginary hat and walking away.
Kelly glared at him until he'd left.
"Such a rude boy!" she said, smiling at Charlie, "Your father's obviously brought you up better than that stupid blonde scientist..."
***********
Nathan stuffed his hands in his pockets and slouched along the corridor, catching snippets of conversation from the various rooms.
"No, don't do that!"
"Sergeant!"
"Why does the coffee in this place taste like - "
He grunted and sank down on the floor, glaring at the security camera that followed him, before giving it the finger.
It was then that he picked up a conversation that interested him.
"SG-1 departed at 0700 hours for Tollana. We just received this message.
"We're under heavy fire, the gate's cut off, no way home."
"Love to the boys.".
"O'Neill out."
Nathan's heart fell to his feet. They were in trouble - Hammond had been lying.
His heart lurched at the sudden terrible thought that he would never see his mother again. He had to tell Charlie.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next time: It's not good to lie to two teenage boys who know better - repeatedly. They do stupid things.