Author's Note: I was using the thing to denote when Talon was speaking,
but for some reason they're not making it through from my Word, to the
posted finished product, so I'm changing it – since I HAVE to be able to
differentiate the two of them. Talon will now be [ and ]. Just so you know!
...
Carter's lab was deserted, as Mitchell should have known it would be – and would have, if she'd thought about it. Either the Major was off with Jacob, using the fact that the Tok'ra was here to spend a little quality time with her father, or she was off with Jack. Who was supposed to be resting, from what Fraiser had told her before she'd left the infirmary.
Melony looked around the place with interest. SHE didn't have a clue what half – even less, maybe a quarter – of the things in here were, but Talon did, and he wanted to explore it. Only Melony's good manners, and the fact that you simply didn't go somewhere you weren't asked to go – especially on a Military base – kept him in check.
[I was hoping her lab would be so well-stocked]
You're going to build something?
[You're going to, I'm just going to show you how] She felt that wave of good-humor again, and smiled.
It'll have to wait.
[There's no hurry]
There wasn't, either. She could feel that from him. He was more than willing to stay on Earth as long as she needed them to. There were things she needed to take care of, and loose ends that needed to be tied.
[And one Major who definitely is ready for that heart to heart]
She nodded, even though there was no one in the lab to see it, and felt him laughing at her mentally once more. She turned the light off and left Carter's lab, and went to look for Brad Anderson.
...
A quick stop at the office of the Officer of the Day informed her that Anderson wasn't on the base. Jack had sent him home to rest where he would actually get some rest, and Melony sighed, although Talon was looking forward to experiencing the outside of the base. She signed out with the OD, and told him she'd have her cell phone with her if anyone needed her, then headed for the elevator.
Mitchell wasn't a possessive person. Being in the Military, she didn't have a ton of clothing, since there was pretty much only one thing she could wear 5 or 6 days out of the week, anyways. She owned her house – which was a modest 3 bedroom split level in a decent neighborhood – and only owned it because her grandfather had told her a long time ago when she was still in school that there was nothing better than owning a house where you could put a nail and not have to worry about someone else bitching about it. So she'd bought a house. Other than that, though, there was only one other thing she owned, and it was by far her favorite thing in the world, and was her pride and joy. And it was waiting for her out in the covered parking lot.
The 1966 Shelby Mustang Convertible was a beautiful car, and in perfect condition. It was superbly maintained, and ran better than it had even brand new. Not that she'd been around then, but that's what everyone told her. The car had been her brother's, and he'd gotten it from their father. When Michael had been killed, there had been the usual Military life insurance check, but along with that, there'd been a note in his will making it perfectly clear that if anything happened to him, his sister was going to get his car. And she cherished it like the treasure it was.
The evening was a calm one, and since the car had been parked under cover, there was no reason to have the top up. She admired it for a minute, like she always did, then got in and started it up. A few minutes later she was off the base and on her way to Anderson's.
He lived in an apartment. A nice apartment, yes, but it was an apartment. Mitchell hadn't understood at first why that was, when she knew he had enough savings that he could have a house of he wanted one, but Anderson had explained it to her. He wasn't sure how long he'd be in Colorado, and he hated the idea of falling for some real nice house only to sell it and look for another if he was transferred. So instead, he lived in an apartment, where he wouldn't have to worry about pulling up roots if he moved.
Mitchell parked her car outside Anderson's building, and hesitated. It was pretty late, and he'd been tired. Maybe this could wait until the next day?
[Coward]
No. Yeah.
[You'll be fine]
Yeah? Got any advice?
[Oh, no!] She felt him distance himself as much as he could, so that she wouldn't feel his emotions mixing in with her own, and she sighed.
Coward.
With that last little jab at Talon, who didn't reply with words or emotions, she got out of the car and walked into the building.
...
"When will you be back?"
Jacob shrugged, and hugged Sam again.
"Who knows? When Colonel Mitchell and Talon are ready to join us, I might come, if we need to let them know a different place to come. Otherwise it'll be whenever necessity deems."
Jacob Carter was standing in the embarkation room with a small crowd. Hammond was there, of course, as was Sam. Along with Teal'c. Daniel and Jack were both off sleeping; Daniel at home, Jack in his office. Sam had stayed at the SGC long enough to say goodbye to her father, then she'd head for her own house and get some much needed sleep as well. Everyone could sort everything else out in the morning, with clear heads.
The gate began dialing.
Hammond stepped forward with his hand extended, and Jacob shook it.
"Pleasure seeing you, George. Let's try to do it more often, and under less extreme circumstances."
"I agree, Jacob."
He turned to his daughter and gave her another hug, holding her close for a long moment.
"Be good."
"I will, dad. You and Selmac stay out of trouble."
"Of course!"
The gate flared as the seventh chevron locked, and engaged, and Jacob turned back to George. This time, though, it was Selmac who addressed the General.
"When Colonel Mitchell is ready, send her. We have need of Talon's expertise."
With that last cryptic statement, and another wave, Jacob left.
...
Carter's lab was deserted, as Mitchell should have known it would be – and would have, if she'd thought about it. Either the Major was off with Jacob, using the fact that the Tok'ra was here to spend a little quality time with her father, or she was off with Jack. Who was supposed to be resting, from what Fraiser had told her before she'd left the infirmary.
Melony looked around the place with interest. SHE didn't have a clue what half – even less, maybe a quarter – of the things in here were, but Talon did, and he wanted to explore it. Only Melony's good manners, and the fact that you simply didn't go somewhere you weren't asked to go – especially on a Military base – kept him in check.
[I was hoping her lab would be so well-stocked]
You're going to build something?
[You're going to, I'm just going to show you how] She felt that wave of good-humor again, and smiled.
It'll have to wait.
[There's no hurry]
There wasn't, either. She could feel that from him. He was more than willing to stay on Earth as long as she needed them to. There were things she needed to take care of, and loose ends that needed to be tied.
[And one Major who definitely is ready for that heart to heart]
She nodded, even though there was no one in the lab to see it, and felt him laughing at her mentally once more. She turned the light off and left Carter's lab, and went to look for Brad Anderson.
...
A quick stop at the office of the Officer of the Day informed her that Anderson wasn't on the base. Jack had sent him home to rest where he would actually get some rest, and Melony sighed, although Talon was looking forward to experiencing the outside of the base. She signed out with the OD, and told him she'd have her cell phone with her if anyone needed her, then headed for the elevator.
Mitchell wasn't a possessive person. Being in the Military, she didn't have a ton of clothing, since there was pretty much only one thing she could wear 5 or 6 days out of the week, anyways. She owned her house – which was a modest 3 bedroom split level in a decent neighborhood – and only owned it because her grandfather had told her a long time ago when she was still in school that there was nothing better than owning a house where you could put a nail and not have to worry about someone else bitching about it. So she'd bought a house. Other than that, though, there was only one other thing she owned, and it was by far her favorite thing in the world, and was her pride and joy. And it was waiting for her out in the covered parking lot.
The 1966 Shelby Mustang Convertible was a beautiful car, and in perfect condition. It was superbly maintained, and ran better than it had even brand new. Not that she'd been around then, but that's what everyone told her. The car had been her brother's, and he'd gotten it from their father. When Michael had been killed, there had been the usual Military life insurance check, but along with that, there'd been a note in his will making it perfectly clear that if anything happened to him, his sister was going to get his car. And she cherished it like the treasure it was.
The evening was a calm one, and since the car had been parked under cover, there was no reason to have the top up. She admired it for a minute, like she always did, then got in and started it up. A few minutes later she was off the base and on her way to Anderson's.
He lived in an apartment. A nice apartment, yes, but it was an apartment. Mitchell hadn't understood at first why that was, when she knew he had enough savings that he could have a house of he wanted one, but Anderson had explained it to her. He wasn't sure how long he'd be in Colorado, and he hated the idea of falling for some real nice house only to sell it and look for another if he was transferred. So instead, he lived in an apartment, where he wouldn't have to worry about pulling up roots if he moved.
Mitchell parked her car outside Anderson's building, and hesitated. It was pretty late, and he'd been tired. Maybe this could wait until the next day?
[Coward]
No. Yeah.
[You'll be fine]
Yeah? Got any advice?
[Oh, no!] She felt him distance himself as much as he could, so that she wouldn't feel his emotions mixing in with her own, and she sighed.
Coward.
With that last little jab at Talon, who didn't reply with words or emotions, she got out of the car and walked into the building.
...
"When will you be back?"
Jacob shrugged, and hugged Sam again.
"Who knows? When Colonel Mitchell and Talon are ready to join us, I might come, if we need to let them know a different place to come. Otherwise it'll be whenever necessity deems."
Jacob Carter was standing in the embarkation room with a small crowd. Hammond was there, of course, as was Sam. Along with Teal'c. Daniel and Jack were both off sleeping; Daniel at home, Jack in his office. Sam had stayed at the SGC long enough to say goodbye to her father, then she'd head for her own house and get some much needed sleep as well. Everyone could sort everything else out in the morning, with clear heads.
The gate began dialing.
Hammond stepped forward with his hand extended, and Jacob shook it.
"Pleasure seeing you, George. Let's try to do it more often, and under less extreme circumstances."
"I agree, Jacob."
He turned to his daughter and gave her another hug, holding her close for a long moment.
"Be good."
"I will, dad. You and Selmac stay out of trouble."
"Of course!"
The gate flared as the seventh chevron locked, and engaged, and Jacob turned back to George. This time, though, it was Selmac who addressed the General.
"When Colonel Mitchell is ready, send her. We have need of Talon's expertise."
With that last cryptic statement, and another wave, Jacob left.