Here it is! The long promised sequal to "Ballroom Bootcamp"...please read and review this and be sure to watch Nick Kosovich on season 2 of "Dancing With The Stars" on ABC, Tuesday and Thursday night beginning January 5th...
"Are we ready?" asked Jack O'Neill. He and SG1 were preparing to go on a mission to P4X-241 and he was making sure everything was in order.
"Yes, sir." replied Samantha O'Neill, Jack's wife of 6 months now. It had taken some suspended regulations, Ballroom Bootcamp (and more importantly their dance coaches, Nicholas and Elena Kosovich) to get the two of them to admit their feelings for each other.
"I'm ready." offered Daniel Jackson, his old bucket hat already perched on his head.
"You haven't worn that one in a while, Danny Boy."
Daniel smiled sheepishly. "Someone told me the do rag wasn't exactly working for them..."
"Someone like Janet Frasier, perhaps?" Sam teased.
The O'Neills chuckles as the anthropologist turned a very interesting shade of red.
"I never said that!"
"You didn't have to..." Jack said with a snicker.
As Daniel gave them both his best "Glare of Impending Death", Teal'c walked up.
"I am ready." he announced.
The okay came from the control room, the coordinates were dialed, and they were off.
The first thing that greeted SG1 when they emerged on the other side of the gate was a volley of arrows.
"Haven't these people heard of "Hospitaliano"?" Jack asked as they took cover.
Sam's reponse was to smack Jack on the back of the head while Daniel laughed.
"We're never going to the Olive Garden again." she groaned.
The arrows were still coming thick and Daniel took the opportunity to take his video camera out and begin taping. Seeing one of the bushes rustle, he zoomed in and a face took shape...that of what appeared to be a 4-5 year old boy. His brown eyes were full of fear but his face was set in determination.
Looking up, Daniel noticed Jack and Teal'c were about to return fire.
"Stop! They're only kids!" he yelled.
The arrows stopped, and Jack turned to Daniel. "What are you hollerin' about, Danny Boy?"
He stopped taping, rewound it, and showed it to Jack.
"Okay everyone, be careful...it looks like we're dealing with a bunch of kids here." Jack said, concerned.
Turning his camera back on barely in time, Daniel whirled around to find a young man coming out of the brush. He walked toward them warily, a bow and arrow in his hands.
"Hi there." Jack said jovially.
The boy's face widened, and he stared at Jack in shock.
"I'm Jack." the colonel continued, tapping himself on the chest.
Screwing up his face in concentration, the boy made a few croaking sounds before "Yak." came out. He looked proud of himself, and Sam couldn't help but giggle a little.
"Yak?" she whispered to Daniel who was trying not to laugh himself.
"Oh, I'm going to have some FUN with this one! I can FINALLY get him back for all of the times he's called me "Space Monkey"...serves him right!" Daniel cackled evilly.
Jack shot them both a look before shaking his hands from side to side. This seemed to excite the young man, who began to make a series of movements with his hands, body, and feet. He finished and looked at them expectantly. Jack shrugged, and the boy sighed, sounding frustrated.
"It seems that shrugging your shoulders is a universal sign of ignorance...how appropriate that Jack proved this..." Daniel commented wryly.
"And guess whose combat boots are going to be connecting with your little smart aleck butt when we get back to earth?" Jack asked sweetly.
"Ummm...an angry colonel's?" Daniel suggested.
Jack's grin was positively satanic. "Give the Space Monkey a prize!"
The boy looked at them quizically for a moment, before creeping a bit closer to get a better look at them. When he caught sight of Teal'c, a look of rage passed over his face and he put his arrow to his bow, ready to shoot.
"No!" Jack cried.
He recieved a puzzled look, then the young man lowered the bow slowly.
"He's nice!" Jack protested. "Teal'c, try and look...I don't know...friendly or something."
Teal'c tried to smile, but it didn't seem to go over too well with their visitor. Giving them a "yeah, right," look, he backed away.
"This is certainally beyond us...we need to go back to earth and figure out how they communicate." Daniel said.
"Sounds like a plan...Daniel, dial home."
At the debriefing, General Hammond watched the tape in utter fascination. "So what you're telling me is that these people don't seem to talk?"
Jack had been silent up until now, but finally spoke. "Sir...it looks like a dance to me."
Everyone's heads snapped toward him in surprise.
"A dance, Colonel?" the general asked faintly.
"Yes, sir." Jack replied, rising to his feet. "I can't pick out a particular dance style, but there's a definite rhythm to what he's doing... and I know just the person to help us figure it out..."
General Hammond took a pad and pen in hand.
"Tell me who it is and I'll have them here in 24 hours."
Jack grinned at Sam, who wondered what on earth her husband was plotting now. "Dr. Nicholas E. Kosovich...he's an ethnomusicologist."
Daniel looked at Jack, his jaw agape. "Nick Kosovich? As in Ballroom Bootcamp Nick Kosovich?"
"The one and only." came the Colonel's smug reply.
"What are his credentials, O'Neill?" General Hammond asked curiously.
"Is a degree from Julliard good enough?" said Jack in an innocent tone.
"He'll be here in 24 hours." the general said.
"What's an ethnomusicologist?" Sam asked, confused.
"Exactly what we need." Daniel replied absentminedly as he gathered his notes and exited the conference room.
"An ethnomusicologist is someone who studies music, or in the case of our dear Nick, the combination of dance and song, and the way it fits into the cultural psyche of the different peoples." Jack supplied helpfully.
"Umm, thank you...Dance Einstein." Sam replied, slightly weirded out that Jack was the one who was able to explain it.
"Don't mention it." Jack said, giving her a cheeky wink that made her laugh.
"You know," Sam began as they headed to the cafeteria for lunch, "I'd pay some good money to hear what Nick has to say when he gets that phone call from the General!"
