A/N: Yes, I promised I wouldn't do it, but here's a sequel to 'Sgt. Dionne Warwick.' You don't need to read 'Sgt.' first, but it may help with one small joke at the very end. It's finished, but I'm gonna upload one chapter a day. Have fun with that.
AU, because the only thing I ever remember them saying about SG-10 was they were the team that got sucked into the black hole. Obviously, this SG-10 is not that team. I'm thinking that they were probably the 'lost' team's replacements. Also, if SG-10 was investigating a black hole, I doubt they were a black ops unit. This SG-10 changed functions about the same time they were replacing the old team. Yes, Manda, Doogie Howser was that kid doctor on TV. Also, slight spoiler for Atlantis episode "The Defiant One." Slight as in, if you haven't seen it, you won't notice the spoiler.
Betaed by the world-renown RowenaR. (Who is German just like most of my flist.)
On a totally unrelated matter, aren't all fanfics AUs? I mean, if we had to write them, it obviously didn't happen on the show and as such isn't canon. I tried to raise this point with "Sgt..." it went over well so that's going on all my fics now.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Stargate. Gekko does. (That always makes me think of the little lizard with the British accent.) Some other people own it as well. They are all much richer. I think everybody's done a "team member becomes kid fic" so I stole that from the same person everybody else did. There were a few quotes that were inspired by Danvers and the yoghurt thing belongs to Anais. Somebody warned me so I decided to put a blanket thing on all my stories (het, slash, gen,) Please, bring an open mind. Remember, everyone's life is not the same.
I had left Davis with the psychiatrist and headed out of the Mountain. At first, I wasn't entirely sure where I was headed, but when I pulled up in front of Davis's apartment I figured it out. I was gonna go talk to his boyfriend.
Peter opened the door before I knocked; apparently, he was going out. However, he's a polite man and invited me in anyway. The apartment was beautiful. Davis or Peter obviously knew alot about decorating. Tasteful; good colour scheme; expensive, but not too expensive. I knew Davis's family had no money, but I still wasn't entirely sure which one had the bankroll. Probably, would never know.
"Please, sit down. Can I get you something to drink? Tea? Chardonnay?"
"Got any coffee?" I asked trying to figure out if there was anything on my jeans that would rub off on the creme couch.
"Yes, I believe we do. It may be a little cold..." Peter's voice trailed off as he disappeared into the kitchen. I decided it was safe and sunk down into the overstuffed couch. "Cream and sugar?" Peter asked popping his head back in.
"Neither," I responded. Glancing around the room, I tried to figure out the market value of most of the stuff in there. Unless Davis was making a whole hell of alot more money than I am, Peter's the rich one. But Davis does work for bomb disposal; those crazy bastards make some serious bank. He came back in the room and handed me the cup of coffee as he sat on the other end of the couch.
"So...Peter, what do you do?" I asked suddenly nervous as I realised I knew nothing about this man.
"I work in Washington. I'm the head P.R. person for Senator Jenna Tolinski," Peter said as he took a sip of his...I think it was tea.
"Senator Tolinkski...where is she from?"
"Alaska. She's the one that favours more handgun laws, the reinstatement of the Assault Weapons Ban, better benefits for families whose loved ones die serving the country, regardless of whether they are civilians, and increasing the Defense Department Budget." Peter looked up over the top of his glasses and met my eyes. "She also favours civil unions for homosexuals and getting rid of 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell.'" I could tell he was trying to judge my response to that. My best friend is his frinkin' boyfriend; how the hell did he expect me to act?
"That's horrible! I'm a big fan of 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell," I rolled my eyes to make sure he noticed the sarcasm.
"Why are you here, Medic Bliss?" Peter broke in. "We're not very close so that means something has happened to Davis. Most likely something that I can't be told about."
"'Medic' is the military term. In the real world, it's 'Dr. Bliss' and yes, something's happened to Davis." I shifted nervously on the sofa. "I can't tell you everything; however, I can tell you he's fine. Well, medically, he's fine." I came up with a lie rather quickly. "Promise me you won't tell him."
"What?" Peter said as he tried to figure out what was going on.
"Promise me you won't tell him that I told you or that you know what's going on."
"I promise." I knew curiosity would win out.
"Davis pulled a gun on one of the scientists." I held my hands up to stop him before he broke in. "The scientist is fine; we managed to calm Davis down before anything happened. They're not pressing charges or anything, but Davis is being held under psychiatric observation for a while." I took a deep breath and pretended to be struggling to control my emotions. "The base psychiatrist isn't going to let him come home for a bit. Currently, they're in session; otherwise, I couldn't have come. I wanted to tell you what was going on so you wouldn't worry." I looked around and stood up nervously. "I need to get back before Dr. M...before the psychiatrist lets him out. Davis'll be worried if I'm not there." I held out my hand. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Hodges." The 'Mr. Hodges' did it. Peter grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug.
"Thank you for coming, Dr. Bliss...and please, call me Peter."
"Sure thing...Peter." I looked up and gave him a shy smile before proceeding him out the door. He even held the car door open for me. Wow, this acting thing is a whole hell of alot easier than I frinkin' thought!
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Back at the Mountain, I walked into Alien's office carrying Davis and gaped at the sight. Chandraputna was sprawled out on Alien's couch spelling out something from a book he was holding in his hand. Based on the writing on the cover, it was one of Alien's journals. Alien was writing what the good doctor was saying on one of the many chalkboards that lined two sides of the room.
While that was kinda weird, it was Sniper who inspired the gaping. He was wandering around Alien's office wearing Alien's hat, Chandraputna's lab coat, and carrying a feather duster. He was busy dusting the weird, little tchotke things Alien had picked up in her travels. I looked at the Mini-Davis I was holding in my arms and we couldn't help it anymore. We burst out in laughter.
"Dammit, Sniper, what do you say to coming by my apartment when you're finished here?" I said chuckling.
"And then, you can head straight over to my house. It needs to be cleaned," Davis added. Like hell it did. Sniper turned to say something, but Alien broke in.
"Shut up! We can't hear Chandraputna!"
"Sorry. Chandy, I didn't know you read Arabic," I said mostly ignoring Alien.
"There are many things you don't know about me. And I have to read French and Arabic to understand this. She writes the French the way someone who speaks Arabic would if they were working it into a story or something," Chandraputna said before going back to reading.
"I know when I'm not wanted," Davis muttered under his breath as I looked at what Alien had written.
"What's that say?"
"'The friends we have are what we wish to be. But sometimes we are not the same. To make what is in their hearts align with what is in ours, this no translation will solve our problem. With this, we shall become what they are.' Direct translation...except for the 'no translation.' Basically..." Alien paused and shifted nervously. "We think we got it. If you touch the pillar or the...um, well, we didn't translate it..." She shifted again. "If you touch the pillar, it anyalises the people sitting in the circle clearing. Then, it analysies you. Then, it decides what the others have that you don't and change you into it." Alien stopped and stared at me. "We're really lucky it wasn't you; otherwise, we never would've known anything was wrong."
"What d'ya mean?" I asked anticipating something snarky.
"You would've stopped cursing." Apparently, Sniper isn't the only one that is upset by that. However, I decided to be the bigger man.
"So why is Davis mini? I mean, Sniper's probably a couple of years younger..."
"I'm 25," he said as he dusted a statue that looked like something a dog barfed up.
"So he's three years younger than Davis and you..."
"Didn't count," Alien said, glancing nervously at Sniper. "We were too far away."
"And I'm two years older than Davis...so why did he turn into a kid?" I asked semi-triumphantly. Damn people have to interrupt every five seconds.
"Better question: why did he turn into a kid, but keep the mind set of an adult?" Chandraputna asked from his position on the couch.
"We have a theory on that. Basically, it reads the hearts of the people around him." She smiled like she expected me to know what the hell she was talking about. "Oh, hell! Sniper and Jamie act like children! Not all the time," the linguist clarified as I glared at her. "You know to behave on missions. But when you don't have to, you both behave like children." Sniper and I both glared at her. "FOR EXAMPLE, calling 'Nyan' the 'Blinkin' Bedrosian.' That's kinda childish. And the whole 'Don't tell the general so we can see his face' thing. However," Alien continued before I could protest, "Davis is the boss. He's always in charge and while he'll sometimes act like a kid; it doesn't happen quite as often as it does with us."
"So you're saying...this pillar decided Davis doesn't goof off enough and made him a kid?" Sniper asked.
"Basically."
"So how do we fix him?" Me and Sniper said simultaneously.
"That's what we have to figure out. We know what it says," Alien pointed at another blackboard, "But it doesn't make sense."
"Well, what's it say?" Chandraputna asked without so much as moving.
"'In order to achieve the tempered past, you must remember what it was that you were. Indulge in what you are currently in the manner that is most common to your race and rejoice for you will find salvation of the soul.' Like we said it doesn't make sense." She shrugged apologetically at Davis.
"Oh great! I'll never get back to normal!" Davis went off into his rant, but I wasn't paying attention. Deep in my mind, a thought was forming.
"It can't be that simple."
Constructive criticism is welcome. Also, anybody from the U.S. PLEASE call your congresspeople and tell them: we want bigger grants andfunds for research into alternative energy sources, such as hydroelectric power and hybrid cars. Thank you.