John Doe
Chapter Twenty-One
Disclaimer: Well, the show doesn't belong to me, neither does the science behind the chapter.
A/N: Alright, I'm attempting with science! It'll be a bit hard for me, since I'm only 15 and I'm only in Biology 2 and I don't have anatomy and physiology (doesn't really go along with this) chemistry I until my junior year and Chemistry II and physics until my senior year, so I'm kind of walking blind here! Anyway ... on with the madness!
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"Alright...." Jack said, "Let's see this enigma of a doohickey you've got." He walked up next to her chair and looked at the oddly shaped, multi-colored, ... object. "I don't see it moving," he exclaimed.
"Hold on, sir." she scolded, picking up her microscope and waving it over a section of the nameless doohickey.
"Wow...." was all he could say.
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"Well ... what am I seeing here?" He asked, coming out of his initial shock.
"The best way I can explain it is some bizarre form of kinetics," she explained. "The kinetic theory of matter states that matter is composed of small particles, all in random motion. So, what you're seeing is just a more noticeable occurrence of what happens every day- of what's happening right now all around us. According to the theory this desk," she motioned at the table in front of her, "is actually in motion, the motion is just so inconspicuous that to the naked eye the object appears stationary. Even magnified thousands of times it would still appear as if it wasn't moving."
"But it is just a theory?" Jack asked, still captivated by the barely noticeable continuous shift of the foreign object. "Right?"
"Not anymore," she said with a bright smile. "This proves the theory, sir. Matter, or at least matter in this form, is always moving. I mean, dear God, sir ... this is spectacular," her eyes sparkled up at him. "That's not all, either."
Jack recoiled, "There's more?"
"This isn't even the tip of the iceberg, sir." She explained, "Pay close attention, alright?"
"Ok," he agreed, watching it attentively.
"Here it goes," taking a deep breath she passed her hand through the object. Particles scattered and veered off in various directions, away from her hand, then bounced right back to reform its original shape, as soon as Sam's hand a good distance away. She looked back up at him, eyes still sparkling, grin stretched wide across her face. "It's...."
"Enigmatic," he finished for her.
"Yeah," she breathed in amazement. "I've never seen anything quiet like it before ... other than a hologram. But this, sir- this is real!"
"Wait a second," he exclaimed as an idea struck him. "If this thing separates every time something gets near enough or touches it how did it get here?"
Her grin widened, "I thought you'd ask that." Nodding over at the lights she addressed him, "Turn the lights off, sir, and I'll show you."
He did as told, then managed to find his way back to her desk in the dark. Yet another unbelievable fact about the doohickey was that it glowed in the dark, bright florescent orange, yellow, and green. Sam mimicked her earlier actions, attempting to pass her hand through the object, but instead it just made contact. Nothing moved out of the way, he couldn't even see the thing moving anymore, it was like the dark shut off all of it's strange abilities, well, except for the glowing in the dark thing.
"Cool," he breathed.
"Yeah," she agreed. "When SG-6 found it they attempted to pick it up, but nobody could grasp it on their own. But, when Captain Rodgers tried it worked, Colonel Jacobs had been standing over her and the object, causing a shadow on it. She tried to walk away with it, but it fell as soon as she walked into the light."
"Well," Jack said, clearing his throat. "Do you think that you could tear yourself away from this enigma of a doohickey for the night and we could go back to my place-or your place, I'm flexible- and order some pizza...."
"Oh, I don't know," she explained, "if all you've got to offer is pizza...."
"You're forgetting the fact that I'm flexible," he informed her. "And that since I'm your CO I can order you home."
She thought about it for a moment, "Well ... I guess, if you're flexible."
He pulled her out of her seat and rested his hands on her hips, "Oh, trust me," he said kissing her briefly. "I'm very flexible."
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She woke up early the next morning, his arms wrapped tightly around her. One glance at the window told her she still had plenty of time until she would have to get up and begin getting ready for work. She almost wanted to just call in sick and play hooky, but there was a perplexing 'doohickey' at the SGC that required her full attention. Sighing sleepily she rolled over, facing his chest. His arms tightened around her instinctively at the movement, but he didn't wake. Managing to get an arm out of his grasp she opened his watch and pressed the button that produced a green glow, allowing her to see the time. It was just after 0500 hours, she still had a good fifty minutes until they both had to get out of bed.
After making sure the alarm on his watch was set for five minutes before 0600 she found a comfortable spot in his arms and allowed herself to drift back off to sleep.
An irritating beep followed by an equally irritated groan woke her up the second time. Jack turned off his alarm and grumbled something incoherently, scooting towards the edge of the bed. She instantly missed the warmth of his arms but managed to pull herself out of bed, too. Sleepily, she padded across her bedroom floor and into the conjoining bathroom, Jack close behind.
"Guest bathroom," she mumbled at him before closing the door to the bathroom. He groaned and made his way out of the bathroom and down the hall, into the guest bath. In his sleepy state he turned the water on hotter than he had planned, undressed quickly, and stepped into the shower. Yelping he dashed back out and turned up the cold water. Now fully awake he tested the temperature of the water with the back of his hand before climbing into the shower again.
Half an hour later he was dressed and starting a pot of coffee in her kitchen, while she dried her hair and applied what little make-up she wore. While the coffee was being made he picked up the phone and dialed the base, then was patched through to Teal'c in his quarters. The Jaffa answered on the third ring.
"Hello."
"Hey, T." He greeted, "Green today, alright?"
Jack could almost hear the Jaffa nod through the telephone, "I will inform DanielJackson." Teal'c said before hanging up.
Fifteen minutes later Jack was in his truck and Sam in her Volvo, both on their way to work, respectively. When they arrived at the first checkpoint Sam couldn't wait to get back to whatever it was. According to Jack she only had today to work on it, since SG-1, accompanied by its original CO would be leaving the next day for an archeological dig on P3X-053. Apparently Daniel thought that there would be another ancient outpost there. Sam wasn't exactly sure why Jack wanted to tag along if there was the possibility that one of these things was there, but she guessed he just wanted it to feel like old times.
By the time they made it into the parking lot of the SGC Sam could see Daniel's blue CR-V in it's normal parking spot. She pulled into the open space next to it and grabbed her laptop from the backseat. As she walked past the SF's guarding the entrance and flashed her ID, Jack fell into step with her and did the same before slipping his hand into hers. They walked hand in hand to the elevators and using her free hand she pressed the only button, which would take them down to the last level of the NORAD part of the complex.
From there they had to show ID again and then enter another elevator which allowed them access to any level of the SGC, with the use of their key cards. All in all, it took ten minutes for Sam to get into her lab from the surface, but she was used to it. They parted ways with a brief kiss before the elevator doors opened, then Sam went off to her lab while Jack rode the rest of the way down to the 28th level, where his office was.
When lunch rolled around he had already called DC to inform him of his off-world mission, which required his presence because of the importance of the ancient head-sucker. Of course, he hadn't referred to it as a head-sucker; he used the technical term. They believed his excuse, or didn't care, either one was alright by him. A General West was going to be coming down to watch over all the incoming and outgoing travel for the next thirty-four hours, until Jack returned. She would arrive later that night but not come in until the next morning where he would brief her on the schedule for the next day and a half.
So, when he met up with SG-1 for lunch he filled them in on the upcoming events. After stressing the fact that SG-1 was the only team that was going on this mission to Daniel and that there was no possible way Sam could stay behind and work on her enigmatic doohickey he briefed Teal'c and Sam on the specifics of the mission.
"O'Neill, would it not be wise to send more than one archeologist to P3X-053?" Teal'c inquired, starting on his second plate of food.
"Maybe," Jack confessed. "But that's why we're going tomorrow, so we can assess the importance of these ruins. There are no archeologists on SG-7 so they had no clue what they stumbled onto. Daniel's our best guy, so it's only fitting that we're sending him first."
"I assume this is what you told the big guys in DC?" Daniel asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
Jack nodded, "Basically."
It was silent for a few seconds before Sam started ranting about the unknown technology in her office. "Sir, I need more time with this, I'd like to find out what it actually does before I go back off-world and I won't have the time to do that before tomorrow morn-"
He cut her off, "Carter, it will still be there in your office when you come back. If you're worried that somebody's going to try and take it just leave the light on."
She sighed, "Sir, this could be really import-"
"Or it could be a complete and utter waste of your time." he stated.
A grin spread across his face, "We'll leave at 1100 hours tomorrow, full briefing at 1000. Until then you are all free to do whatever you feel like doing." He looked over at Sam before picking up his tray and leaving the table. "I'll see you all later, I have a mile high stack of paper beckoning."
Sam did the same, "And I have a ... doohickey calling my name. Which is actually about the only thing it doesn't do," she added with a sigh.
"You know," Daniel said, standing up as well. "I'd like to see this ... whatever it is."
"Alright," she replied. "Let's go."
Teal'c stood as well, "I would also like to view the alien technology that you have been working on, ColonelCarter."
She nodded, "OK."
The four of them made their way to the elevator, Sam pressed the button for level 23 and Jack pressed the level 28 button. They went up first, since they were only on the 24th level, then Sam, Teal'c, and Daniel exited the elevator and it went down the five flights to sub-level 28. With a sigh Jack left the elevator and made his way to his office.
Looking at his watch he sighed, SG-3 would be returning for P1Q-390 in less than five minutes. Turning his heel he walked back out of his office and down the stairs into the control room. He had an interesting debriefing ahead of him.
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A/N: Ugh, it's already midnight on Monday morning and I haven't even started my homework! That's what I get for procrastinating, I guess. Anywho, I'd better get to that now if I want to get at lest five hours of sleep tonight. Ugh and I have a dissection in Biology during first period. Thank God Wednesday is my last official day before winter break. Anyway ... let me know what'cha think.