Review responses: Im gonna start replying to some reviews. Ok? (whispers just scroll through to the story)
Malaskor: Thanks for the spelling correction. I have bad problems with spelling and grammer and I'm in yr 12 in the highest Standard English class... how does that work?
Daydream Omega: I greatly appreciate the support. Its hard not to take notice of reviews because the readers out here are your biggest critics. Its important to listen to them. I think Jack would purr if Sam scratched him. I'm not a major SJ fan but if everyone wants it I can add some fluff. This chapter has some interation with each other though...
Kurt the Millitary Brat: I'm glad you like it. Yeah true me may have changed but the essence of his DNA is the same. Like his personality. Like Janet said he has "abnormalities" hence the changed DNA but he's still the Colonel. Im not the best with medical stuff and I'll never will be but I'll try my best.
M.Bowen: Thanks. I appreciate your support and I'm glad you like it! Yes RDA is great. Im more of a Daniel fan but I love RDA's character. Yeah you cna think him as a furby but hehas skinny arms, legs and a thick tail and short ears.Oh and dontforget the large chocolate brown eyes (grins).Talking about furbys...
StarGazer89: I'm glad you like it. Yes I know someone corrected me for that word. Like I said Im a bad speller... what can I do? Thanks for your support!
Shadow Fox 777: SHHHHHH! Don't say that! Don't mention Jak around here... sigh... No I'm not crossing it over. I'm taking the idea... I cant cross them over for some reason... but maybe in the future when I have more inspiration and experience I could cross them over. This is a result for both playing and writing too much Jak and Daxter and watching and wanting to write SG-1. I just cant help thinking Jack is much like Daxter...
Author's note: I'm sorry I didnt post last week! I couldnt get acess to a computer! Please forgive me! Here's chapter 3 however...
Disclaimers for furbies and the Gremlin movie. I use to own a furby however...
"How is he doing Doctor?" General Hammond walked into the Observation Room of the Isolation Room
"Quite good sir," Janet flipped a page in her folder in her hand, "His DNA tests came back and showed that it is the Colonel. MRI and blood works point the same way. He has a few abnormalities, with his physical appearance being the obvious and his blood is filled with an unknown substance but I'm suspecting it's from the liquid he fell into"
"Do you know what he is?" the General asked
"No sir. I'm not expert on animals so this is out of my league. For all we know he could be an alien version of a weasel, or an otter or even a large hamster... or a combination between all of them. With his blue fur he could be anything... I'm sorry sir"
General nodded, "It's ok. So he is no threat?"
"No sir, not medically or physically," Janet shook her head, "I'll move him to the Infirmary today. I would like to do some more x-ray and take some blood samples to see if we can determine the origin of the chemical in his blood"
"Alright, keep me posted if you find anything"
"Yes sir"
"Hey sir," Sam entered the Infirmary
Sam was somewhat surprised to see a small blue fuzz sitting on an infirmary bed. It was different to see the animal all clean and fluffy than in the spiked up, slimy state she first met him in. Seeing the Colonel like this was a surprise in itself. She also knew he won't be responding well to Janet's treatments or to the situation he was in.
"Hey Carter," Jack replied lighting up at her entry, "I'm glad your here. I think I've got lethal dose of radiation from all the x-rays that Janet wanted"
Sam allowed a small smile and relaxed a little. The Colonel can have that effect on people.
"I'm heading to P75-X92 with Daniel and Teal'c and also SG teams 3,7 and 10 in about an hour sir. I just thought to drop by and see how you're doing"
"That's very... considerate of you Carter," Jack replied, "You know when I'm back to normal I'm going down to the science labs and liberate all their rats"
"Yes, sir," Carter allowed another small smile
"Soooo...ah, anything new?" Jack asked fiddling with his small fingers
"No sir. I'm still working on the chemical compound of the white liquid. It seems to have many energy components, which consists of-"
"I'm sure that's fine and dandy Carter," Jack cut her off before she could go into a full 'techno-babble' mode, "And I'm sure you'll figure out how to fix me"
"Yes, sir" Sam bit he bottom lip
"So... nothing new at all?" Jack's eyebrows shot up in his quirkiness
"Well there is a betting pool..." Sam said rather reluctantly, "On what sort of animal you are or related to...sir"
"Ah" Jack nodded as if he understood, "I'm going more of ferret cross rabbit that has been dipped in blue dye. Who's has betted so far?"
"Well I know Sgt. Davis betted you were a sloth cross weasel"
"Really?" Jack frowned, "I didn't know I was that slow..."
"A few nurses in the infirmary betted you were a weasel cross otter"
"I've bet they've seen the x-rays," Jack pointed out
"Daniel thinks you look like his pet hamster after he accidentally dropped it in the toilet when he was nine"
Jack cringed. Blue toilet cleaner has to be a killer for fur.
"And Maj. Ferretti bet your a ferret cross fox"
"Hmm a fox, er? That old dog"
"Yes, sir"
Sam rolled out a few suggestions and weird combinations from different ranking officers and civilians that he didn't recognize the name or know them. The main animals were weasel, otter, rabbit, hamster, cat, a toy dog, ferret, possum or a meercat All somehow dipped in blue dye. A lot of people had a lot money.
He re-examined his blue furry self.
"What do you think Carter?"
"Me? Well uh I think you look like a furby"
Jack spluttered.
"Carter?" he questioned
Sam recovered her cheeks going red from calling her CO a furby, "Well maybe a little taller and more animal like..."
"You mean I look like those annoying furby toy things? Those things are a rip off from the Gremlin's movie... you're saying I look like a Gremlin?" Jack asked
"Well I uh..."
"Why a furby Carter?"
"Uh, sorry sir but I've got to go. The debriefing is in a few minutes," she stared at her watch as she excused herself
With that she jogged out of the Infirmary before he could protest.
"Yeah... goodbye to you too!" Jack called out after her slightly annoyed by her escape
Jack looked at his scrawny dodger blue arms and his thick dangly tail.
"A furby? She's a scientist and that's all she can come up with? A furby?"
Jack shook his head with disbelief. On cue Janet rocked up with a clipboard in hand scribbling down some notes. When the Colonel saw her looking towards him he popped the question.
"Do you think I look like a furby?"
The tents were set up outside the temple on P75-X92. SG-3 secured the Stargate and surrounding terrain. Equipment for collecting and analyzing samples were brought along, while the archeological team was brought in to examine the temple. They had four days to figure out what happened here, however, the science team was going back in two days to complete a thorough analysis.
Daniel took residence in the main temple room. He had his current reference book open in his palm as his index finger followed a line of the blobby writing. Daniel managed to reference the lettering to another set of lettering that he'd encountered before, which in turn was some sort of dialect of Latin, in fact it's related to the Ancient's language but it wasn't Ancient. A good day into it and he managed to turn the curvy writing into recognized lettering symbol system. Well at least the foundations since he had a basis of which to go off.
He had tremendous help with other linguists that joined this mission and his reference books to complete the conversion. The remaining archeologists on the team went to search the rest of the temple.
Also in the temple was the scientists carrying out their analysis of the whitish-bluish liquid within the pool, in comparison to the puddle outside which Major Carter took samples of. Also testing the plant and soil for any relating minerals to the liquid.
Sam was having a ball herself, collecting samples and being purely fascinated by the black stuff. However, they treated it with care because they didn't want the same conversion of blue fluff happen to them, like it happed to the Colonel.
It was late afternoon of day two when Daniel was interrupted by his translations of the main room.
"Dr. Jackson!" Daniel turned to the sound of his title
He saw a young man that would translate 'geek' in Jack's books. But then again Daniel did translate 'geek' in Jack's books as well... or maybe he still does... He was an archeologist in his department. He was quite young, reminded him of himself before the Stargate project came to him.
"There is a small chamber you have to see," the young man beckoned him to follow
The man head off into a hall as Daniel followed holding his reference book. After a few twist and turns he entered a small room. It was lit up by the egg shaped gems on the walls, that seemed to be part of the Temple's decor. It was chock a block full of writing but what was interesting was the device in the middle.
"Go get Sam- er- Major Carter" Daniel told the young man
The man nodded and turn to leave the room. Daniel looked at the device, on top of a smokey-white coloured metal pedestal was a large white crystal. It glistened in the artificial light. His stare turned to the walls, seeking answers to this beautiful stone that was here unguarded and untouched.
He stepped further inside the room. A humming sound of something activating filled the air.
Daniel froze.
He looked around. He didn't touch anything! Honest!
He looked down and saw his foot inside an inner circle that was marked on the floor. It must of been sensor activated. The crystal glowed before its white light forced its way down the pedestal though the cracks and ancient writings all the way to the floor. As it hit the floor it continued its journey until the whole floor rumbled and started to move up wards like an elevator.
All he could do was keep his balance and go along for the ride as the platform descended down into the hollow depths of the grand pristine temple.
Jack stared at the mush in front of him. He poked the greenish brown contents. It wobbled back in retaliation to his poking and prodding. How could the nurses give him such slop for dinner? How can this be food? Jack poked it again and cringed at the moisture slop sound. He wrinkled his nose and looked up and around.
There was no nurse in sight.
Jack looked at the green blob again in disgust. Just because he changed doesn't mean his appetite did as well. He bet all the nurses escaped so they don't have to put up with his whining about the food. Just as well, he could give an earful to a nurse right about now. Jack glared at the mush. No way he was eating that! He stuck his fork into it and folded his arms.
It moved.
Jack frowned and peered closer at the thing.
Nothing.
He snorted and moved away thinking it was a figment of his imagination.
It moved again.
He perked up and leaned closer, staring hard at it. Daring it to move.
It slid slightly to one side of the plate.
"Ahh shit!" Jack jumped back
It stopped moving.
Jack looked around wildly and saw no one was in sight. It was just a figment of his imagination... right? So why was the blob still on one side of the plate?
Was it alive?
Could this blob be alive?
"I've seen weird things but... this has to be the biggest cliche..." Jack muttered, "I think I need some real food"
Jack O'Neill never eats anything that still moves. Especially Infirmary food. This called for some real chewable steak and bitter beer. So he couldn't find beer on the base but he could find meat in the comissionary.
Stress must be really getting to me.
He needed to get to the comissionary and get some real food to eat. Food that is cooked and doesn't move about on his plate. Yeah, something he could sink his teeth into.
But he had to get to the comissionary.
Without Janet knowing.
He looked around again. There was no nurses anyway, so why the hell was he checking for them in the first place? He looked to the door. No guard stationed there, that means he was no longer a security threat. This has to be one of the most easiest escapes he had done. He might as well walk out the door playing a marching band but because he didn't believe in wasting chances he wasn't going to risk going out in full force.
He jumped down from his bed and ran across the laminated floors towards the open door. With one final look he left the infirmary and ran off on all fours towards the elevators. It was around 8:30 at night so the base wasn't real busy but there were a fair few people around finishing up or starting their night shifts.
No one thought to look down and Jack stuck to the walls most of his way so he was pretty much invisible. Real food would soon be in his stomach!
Sweet!
He stepped inside the elevator after another officer left it. It closed behind him and he turned to press the button. He looked up and realized he was too short to reach the buttons. He jumped up and tried to press the floor he wanted. His fingers always coming short. Another cliche.
This was going to be a problem.
The elevator started to move up, responding to another keycard request to use the elevator elsewhere. Jack tried and tried again to reach the button for the floor he wanted but his middle finger always fell short.
Jack cursed, "Come on you son of a-"
The elevator doors opened. There at the entrance was General Hammond. He looked in and saw...
Nothing.
He stepped inside and turned to press the button for his office. The elevator closed and descended. He started to whistle an old tune while patiently waiting to reach his floor. Unknown to him Jack was... left behind on the floor which the elevator stopped at.
Jack managed to sneak out while the General entered the elevator. Jack wasn't in the Covert Ops. for nothing you know. He knew he couldn't reach the comissionary through the elevator so he had to go another way. He knew this base back to front and front to back. If he needed to get anywhere by unconventional means then by all means he'll get there.
For his size and shape he'll be perfect to sneak around in the vents. He still had a little while before the nurses notice he was gone, if they ever dared to check. He needed a small quiet space to get into the vent network, and that space was a closet. He knew the janitor's shift was starting so all he had to do was wait until the door was open.
On time the janitor strolled up whistling a tuneless song. He opened the closet and stepped inside to gather the buckets and mobs he needed for his nightly job. Jack snuck in and hid among the cluttered junk as the janitor gathered his stuff and left the room. Darkness confirmed the exit of any human presence.
Jack's eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly and found he could see really well in the pitch black. Pushing his new found ability aside he grabbed a screw driver and climbed his way towards the grating on the vent. Finding a secure place to perform his work, he unscrewed the bolts and removed the grating.
He climbed in and on all fours made his way quickly through the network. He turned right, left, then another right, then left again... then another left. He climbed down then went right, then made another right, then left, then went back up...soon he got a little lost to where he was.
So he didn't exactly know the place from back to front and front to back...
But he did know when food was being cooked.
A delicious smell wafted through the vents. Jack knew it was the baking of pie. Like Homer Simpson, Jack loved pie. His pink button nose twitched at the smell and Jack immediately followed the sent. His alien self reached the right grating. He saw the kitchens of the commissionary and there was food.
Real food.
Jack unscrewed the vents from the inside and carefully and quietly removed them from their place. He place the grating inside the vent and he silently jumped down from the hole. He crawled behind the kitchen benches and machinery to reach the front of the kitchen where the prepared food was served.
So he wasn't the thieving sort of guy... but he wasn't technically stealing food. He had every right to eat from here as anyone else, after all he was still a Colonel. When none of the kitchen staff were looking Jack went straight to the desert bay and grabbed himself a piece of pie he smelt earlier. He grabbed some Jell-o for good measure. On his raid he saw Janet sitting in one of the tables talking to some other officer.
No wonder I hadn't seen her for the last hour! Everyone needs a break... right?
He needed to leave now. He couldn't risk being seen by Fraiser. He'll die by her needles. He turned to leave when...
"AHHHHHHH!" a scream echoed through the kitchen
Jack froze.
"A rat!" the same voice shrilled
The kitchen staff went into a panic. Jack knew he had to vamoose. He was caught red handed. Kitchen staff moved around in a squabble, some ran to get away from the vermin as others made for the mobs and brooms to chase the vile creature away. That creature was Jack.
Jack dodged the incoming attacks, leaving a mess in his wake. He never knew a kitchen could resemble war zone in the space of a few seconds. The clatter and shattering of plates added to the height of commotion. Jack had to get to the vent. It was his only way to freedom and to eat his prized goods.
Now he knew how an actual rat feels. Even if he was much bigger than a rat.
Jack climbed up the shelving to reach the vent. A few broom bristles nipped his tail. He was so close to escape, so close to freedom, so close to eating real food.
"COLONEL!"
That tone sent a response from brain, making him freeze on the spot. The same commanding voice seemed to quell the fears and squeals of the kitchen staff. It seemed all attention was focused on him. He was caught in the act, with a pie in one hand and Jell-o in the other.
Jack dared to turn around and meet his maker.
There stood was the most fears person in the entire universe. Even the Goa'uld would cower at their wrath when they were on a war path.
He was in deep shit.
Really, really deep shit.
Standing there with their arms folded, a piercing glare that could cut you into millions of pieces and a wrath so powerful that you'll be begging for mercy...
Was Doctor Janet Fraiser.
To be continued...
Ooooh Jack is in pretty deep trouble. What will happen to him now? Daniel stumbled into something... Stay tuned to find out!
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