Intrusions

Author's Note: So! A new Campers story! We'll have to see where it takes us, eh?

Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or anything like that, but I do own all original characters and the story line!

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"Adams, turn that thing off and go to sleep."

"I'm almost done."

There was a rustle in the bed above his, and Shawn looked up and over just in time to see Ian Brooks' head peeking over the edge of the top bunk. In the dark room, he could only just make out the outline of the handsome face, but it was enough. Shawn moved the device in his hand just enough that his friend couldn't see what was on the screen.

"It's late."

"I'm almost done."

"What are you working on?"

"Just some extra research."

That wasn't even a lie. The device in Shawn's hand looked like nothing more extraordinary than a palm pilot – but it was far more than that. Given to him by the Asgard so he could continue his lessons with them – even with the presence of his two room mates at the Air Force Academy – Shawn was able to use the device to interact with the 'computers' on the Asgard ship that was orbiting Earth at that very minute and tended to orbit Earth every school night. He was even able to keep in touch with Andrew Stephens, and occasionally the two of them had combined lessons, even though they weren't able to do much more than chat in text.

"Well, turn it off, you're thinking too loud, and it's keeping me awake."

"Maybe you'd be doing better in your classes if you did a little more thinking..." Came a lazy drawl from the single bed on the other side of the small room.

In the darkness of the room neither of the two that had been conversing could see River Hayden, but both of them knew he was probably sitting up in bed, propped up with one elbow and looking over at the light coming from Shawn's device. It wasn't much of a light, but it was a beacon in the otherwise dark room.

"Screw you, Hayden," Ian said – softer than he normally would have, since it was after lights out and they were all supposed to be asleep. "There's nothing wrong with my grades."

That was true enough. The three of them were at the top of their class – even though they'd only been in classes for a couple of months.

There was a snort of amusement from the other side of the room, and Shawn smiled. A couple months ago, it would have been the beginning of a spectacular argument, but now the two young men – who were both much older than he was – were more used to each other, and Shawn knew it would take more than an empty insult to set them off.

"What are you working on, Shawn?" River asked.

"Nothing much.... Just some advanced Sciences. I was thinking I'd take Genetics next year – if they let me – so I figured I'd get a head start on it."

"Yeah? What do you want to take Genetics for?"

"He's going to clone you, Hayden," Brooks said from above Shawn. "Then we'll teach the clone to talk like an idiot, walk like an idiot and surf, and we can finally send you and those glow in the dark pajamas back to California to join all the other freaks and let it take your place."

This time the snort of amusement was Shawn's. River's pajamas were a constant source of amusement to his two roommates, and Brooks in particular loved to give the Californian a bad time about them. There was an answering snicker from above, and a moment later a pair of rolled up socks came sailing in with deadly accuracy and hit Shawn in the side of the head.

"Fuck you, Brooks."

Shawn snickered even louder. River's voice had taken on the characteristic twang that Ian's voice always carried when he was delivering his favorite comeback. The Californian had his roommate's voice dead on, and if he hadn't known Ian was sprawled above him, Shawn would have sworn it was Brooks over in River's bed.

Ian's guffaw was louder than Shawn's snicker, and the two of them covered their mouths, realizing their laughter could get out of control really easy if they let it. Then they'd get a visit from the floor guard – which was really an older cadet who was responsible for making sure the First year cadets didn't sneak out of their beds at night, or stay awake all night working on things they should have been taking care of before lights out.

"Turn it off, Shawn. I'm tired."

Shawn nodded, even though neither of the others could see it, and he logged off his lessons for the night. Time enough to finish the next morning. He put the device on the shelf between his bunk and the bunk above his, and then stretched out and closed his eyes.

It'd been a long week, and he was tired. Despite the Scientific mumbo jumbo running through his brain, he was asleep almost immediately.

"There you are!"

He opened his eyes and looked around in confusion, and found that he wasn't alone. Someone else was with him. A female someone. But he didn't see anyone; he could only feel her presence.

"Are you talking to me?"

He felt exultation, and an intense glee, and wondered idly what had made the woman so happy.

"Oh, yes, I most certainly am! You have no idea how long it took me to find you..."

"I've been here..."

"It took me a long time."

"Who are you?"

"I know your father."

"James?" Now he was confused.

"Not that one." She answered, definite satisfaction in her voice, now.

"Jack?"

"Yes."

"You're friends with him?"

Now there was a hesitation.

"I didn't say that..."

"Oh..."

"Tell me about your father, boy... What is he?"

Now it was his turn to hesitate. If she knew Jack, she knew what he was. What he did. Right?

"I'm not going to," he decided. "Go ask him yourself if you want to know."

"I can't." There was consternation in her 'voice' and Shawn thought he heard a lot of frustration as well. "I can't get close to him, now. Or ever, I think. It took me a long time to find you, and I could only do that by tracking his own aura to yours..."

"I'm not telling you anything."

"You have to."

"I don't have to do shit."

He'd picked that particular phrase up from Ian, who used it frequently when River told him to do something.

There was a brief flash of anger, and Shawn met it defiantly – he'd never been one to run, after all – and then the anger was gone, and so was the presence.

With a start, Shawn Adams sat up in his bed, looking around. His brown eyes were everywhere, looking for... something... and his ears were alert to every noise going on around him. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary, though. Gentle snores from his roommates, and the soft ticking of the watch on Ian's wrist. Nothing more.

Rubbing his forehead, he lay back down, trying to remember what it was that had woken him... but was asleep again in only minutes.