A/N: I don't own these characters; I'm just borrowing them for awhile.
A/N 2: Um, sorry this took awhile. I kind of got carried away reading in a new fandom here (cough, Supernatural) and lost focus for a bit. I still love Smallville and Stargate though and I do plan to finish this, so don't worry:) Enjoy! And thanks again so much for your comments.
"He's a What!" General Hammond asked, surprised.
Col. O'Neill winced. He'd stopped off at the General's office to let him know how the seemingly unofficial morning meeting with the civilians had gone.
"Well, General, it seems that they trust us and wanted to tell us the truth. I do plan to give a full debriefing, but you have to remember that the kid is protected by the confidentiality agreement. This information goes no further than absolutely necessary."
O'Neill filled in the highlights of the brunch conversation.
Gen. Hammond sat back, absorbing it.
The phone rang, and he absently picked it up.
"Yes?" he replied.
He was silent a moment, O'Neill observing quietly.
"Hmm, thank you Doctor, but we already knew."
O'Neill could hear Dr. Frasier's voice rise on the other side of the line.
"Yes, yes, I already have certain details" Gen. Hammond continued, apparently overriding whatever she was saying.
"Why don't you come to the briefing room with your results? Apparently the boy and his parents are being very cooperative."
O'Neill could still hear the doctor's raised voice, but was glad he wasn't on the receiving end of the words.
"Fine, fine, see you in a few minutes, Doctor." Gen. Hammond hung up quickly.
O'Neill grinned at him.
"I'm guessing Clark's blood work came back." He said.
Gen. Hammond looked at him soberly.
"Yes, and she said his blood wasn't human. All these years, and an unknown alien being is living on a farm in Kansas." He shook his head.
"An unknown alien being that's still young and goes around saving people." O'Neill added, wanting the General to keep that in mind.
Gen. Hammond nodded.
"Let's get to the briefing room, Colonel, and maybe at least one of these latest mysteries can be solved."
They left the office, heading to the briefing room to meet the rest of O'Neill's team, the Kents and Clark's friend, and an exasperated Dr. Frasier.
Only a couple minutes later, the phone rang again, and again.
In the room monitoring the two alien ships, an alarm went off.
The electronic eyes and ears had finally noticed a now blinking light and a now steadily beeping sound coming from one of the ships. The tech in charge picked up the phone to call General Hammond.
Far in space, four bullet shaped ships sent messages to each other, and each was now on a steady course to the same coordinates. A very large ship, some distance away, completely different from the four but its type not unknown to the inhabitants of those coordinates picked up the faint signals of the communications beams. Its sophisticated equipment analyzed the messages and traced backwards to the sources. A light flashed, bringing the attention of one of its mobile inhabitants.
Clark, his parents, and Lex had gone back to their rooms to freshen up. They were ready quickly to go to the briefing room. Clark felt lighter, as though the weight of the world was no longer on his shoulders—or at least that he now had friends to help him carry it. He knew that his parents were relieved at how matter-of-fact a manner his secret had been received. He grinned at Lex, feeling that his new friends could help him discover his heritage.
The Smallville quartet entered the briefing room, followed by Maj. Carter, Dr. Jackson, and Teal'c. Gen. Hammond and Col. O'Neill were already present, and moments later Dr. Frasier arrived. They seated themselves, and Dr. Frasier was openly looking at Clark. She cleared her throat.
Clark cut her off before she could speak. "Yes, I'm an alien. I wasn't born on Earth; I came during the meteor shower that hit Smallville. The second ship that was found is the one in which I arrived. I don't know who my people are though-I was hoping that you could help with that." He looked at her expectantly.
Dr. Frasier sat back, a thoughtful look on her face.
"Doctor?" Gen. Hammond prompted. He wanted to know her findings as well.
She sighed, glancing down at the results, and then gazed at all the interested parties in the room, knowing that she was probably the first person to ever analyze Clark's blood.
She opened her mouth to speak, and the phone in the briefing room shrilled.
With a grunt, Gen. Hammond picked it up.
"Hammond." He snapped into the receiver.
Then he was silent, his eyes betraying a certain alarm.
O'Neill traded quick looks with his team.
"Thank you, Sergeant. Someone will be there shortly." Gen. Hammond hung up the phone, rising from his chair.
"Sir?" Maj. Carter asked.
"An alarm went off in the area the two ships are being held. Apparently one of them is 'beeping and flashing'" he quoted from his phone call.
Clark looked at his parents in apprehension.
O'Neill and his team rose as well.
Daniel said, "General, I think we should check it out. Maybe Sam or Teal'c can figure out something."
Gen. Hammond turned to Clark.
"Has your ship ever made beeping noises or shown flashing lights?"
Eyes wide, Clark shook his head, but Martha spoke up.
"It activated during the time the tornado hit Smallville. I saw it rise into the air. It was lit up" She added.
Clark assented, remembering what his mother had told him.
Gen. Hammond nodded. "I suppose you should go as well, then. SG-1, I hope I don't have to tell you to be careful or to protect our guests."
O'Neill smiled tightly, "No sir. I'm sure everything will be just fine." He discreetly gestured to Maj. Carter to get weapons along the way and she acknowledged.
They filed out of the room, thinking now of this newest emergency. Clark still wondered what the doctor had found, but he was more concerned about his ship now.
In one of the research bays one ship lay quiescent, as it had since it was found in the field. In the other bay, the bullet shaped ship continued to beep and flash its light. In a high security cell, an alien eye opened and the creature growled. It lifted its head and tugged at a restraint. Using its claws, it began to saw at the wire binding it.
The evil words-to be continued.
I'll try not to take as long to update next time. In the meantime, have a good week!