Musings

by missmeyet

I put in a penny, and all this poured out methinks the machine might be busted, but then again, who's complaining? Warning: mild language and or suggestive situations in some chapters.

8. Walter

Walter

I wonder how long it took the flagship team to realise they were the front-men (and woman ... and alien) of a larger machine. How long before they realised there were other teams, not to mention other personnel who helped to make the SGC operate as smoothly as it did.

I know it took them a long time before I was referred to by my first name. I don't think they even considered the fact that I might have one. Who am I, in their script of life? I can picture it now:

Technician 1: Chevron one, encoded.

—insert "important" stuff here—

Technician 1: Chevron seven, locked!

Wheels in a cog, sure, I can handle that. We all have our place in this life, and they can't all be to lead missions to other galaxies.

It'd just be nice though, once in a while, to hear a friendly "Hi Walter" in the elevator, y'know?