Chapter Three
Contemplating
Author's Note: Now I'm on break. After a Harrison Ford Movie Feast, I am ready for some Stargate. Don't get me wrong, I love him too, but back to the gate again, uh oh back to the gate again its a song..>
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Stargate. Maybe Santa will bring me a certain contract for Christmas...lol in my dreams! Note: Santa did not bring it...but...a signed RDA picture is pretty good though!
Spoilers: S7 Fragile Balance
"Welcome back SG-1, how did th-" the General said before his voice trailed off in surprise. "Well, it certainly worked." he said a second later.
"Yes sir. Permission to be excused to go get some new BDU's." grumbled a short, but oh so familiar boy.
"Yes Colonel. Permission granted." The team walked out of the gate room as whispers and small giggles escaped about them. Mostly the sight of the colonel with the oversized pants caused the chattering. With Mini-Jack, it was kind of funny, but this WAS the Colonel. It was hilarious. Hammond himself took a moment to chuckle when the group was out of hearing range.
"Sorry ma'am, these are the smallest sized BDU's we have available." an Airman said to Sam Carter after looking through closets of clothes.
"Fine. Thank you, you are excused." she replied back as she stared at the XXS tag on the pants she held in her hand. Sam changed into the smaller set of clothing, and used her "crafty" skills to attach a braided wire "belt" around her waist. Janet was supposed to bring them home Saturday so this situation wouldn't be permanent. Sam walked over to the mirror, and gazed at her younger appearance. Thinking about appearances, she knew that the guys would get devoured once the girls in Colorado Springs saw them. Cassie had already shared that her friends had thought they were quite good looking just as adults. Of course nobody but Cassie would know they were really, well they were them though. Eventually, she crawled into her bed, and drifted off to sleep.
Down the hall from her, Teal'c was sitting on his bed. Without his symbiote, he was curious about how it would affect his age transformation. He felt fine so far. Dr. Fraiser had given him his Trenitonin, and he drifted off into a light sleep as he anticipated the mission he was about to embark on. Cassie Fraiser had shared many unique wonders, activities, and people on the outside of the mountain. Now he would get to see them for himself.
Jack O'Neill had slung himself onto his desk chair, and propped his legs with pillows as he vigilantly played the Playstation he had stored in his room. He was moving his arms as if he was actually holding a steering wheel, and yelled out in frustration every time another racer cut him off. He was burning off the humiliation he received when he arrived back through the gate earlier that night. So far, nothing felt different about being a teenager again although he couldn't help but admire his charming good looks. He played the game through the night, until he fell asleep in his chair.
Daniel Jackson studied an artifact for a couple of hours, but he became bored. Yes bored. Daniel Jackson did not become bored with an artifact. Ever. It must be the transformation thing he thought. It was rare for him to be bored though, so resorting to the only entertainment in his room, he turned on the TV before he fell asleep. He had no idea what this was going to be.