Previously on Stargate SG1:
They came to a door, which she opened it and went in, beckoning for Alex to follow. There were three figures seated around a table. Alex's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he recognised each of them.
Dr. Daniel Jackson- archaeologist and general dusty artefacts guy.
Teal'c- A Jaffa, master in combat, once Apohis's First Prime and now a loyal member of SG-1
Lt. Col. Cameron Mitchell- An acclaimed pilot and excellent soldier
Alex gawped. SG-1. Holy moly.
And now the continuation…
Theshadow in the background of the morgue...
"Well done, Sam. You're only two minutes late." Said Mitchell.
Indignantly Carter replied, "I'm not actually to blame this time. I ran into Col. Rider over there" waving a hand in his direction.
Daniel smiled. "And then brought him along as proof?"
The Jaffa interjected, "He appears to be rather quiet does he not, Colonel Carter?
Alex gawped. SG1. Holy Moly.
At that moment a door to one side of the room opened and General Landry walked in. He stared at the scene for a long time before saying, "Would one of you care to tell me what the hell is going on here?"
SG1 looked at Sam. Sam looked at SG1. General Landry looked at Alex. Alex looked at his shoes.
"Umm, we were, er, just talking about Sam's lateness…" Daniel smiled weakly.
Samantha Carter shot him a look. Daniel chuckled nervously.
Landry frowned. "Which one of you brought my front desk man?"
Alex's head shot up. Crap. Was that all he was? A front desk man. Only there because all the better people were off doing more important jobs. After everything he'd been through…
He thought back along his life's history. He was an orphan. He had no siblings and the only relative he had, his grandfather, was sick with cancer and in no condition to care for him. He had been born in Reading, England, and had no real memories before the care home he had been put into. No one had seemed to want him. Finally, when he was thirteen years old, he'd had enough. He was already well built, with the body of an athlete, as the only thing that kept him sane in the home was running around the field that the home owned. He looked a lot older than he was and thought, with the right touch ups here and there, he could pass for an eighteen year old and run away without being found out too soon.
Then he had joined the RAF and was being trained to do things that it wasn't thought possible for a boy of his age to do. He learned how to fight, how to fly and how to push himself further than he could ever go. He learned. And he was good at it. He thrived on hardship.
Then, one day, he was called into the commander's office. He was being sent to Special Services. Fear jumped into his throat. That was not what he had planned at all. He could handle killing to save himself from being killed. But he could no way handle assassinating people, as he was sure he would have to do for SS. So, in his desperation, he told the commander everything and waited to be sent, tail between legs, back to the home. But it didn't happen. Instead he was sent to America, Colorado Springs and Stargate Command. He couldn't believe his luck…
"Well Alex?" General Landry seemed less than impressed.
Alex took a second to realise that a conversation had been going on.
"Yes, sir?"
"I was merely enquiring why no one except Col. Carter seems to have heard about your rather impressive record."
"Sir?"
Sam stepped in to help him out. " You, know, the pilot, the mechanic, the scientist, the over all great soldier…"
Alex looked at his shoes again. "Oh, that record…" Feeble smile.
"How old are you, Alex?" General Landry asked.
"14, sir."
Everyone in the room gave a start, except Sam, who already knew, and Teal'c, who never started at anything, however surprising.
"Well, I guess that's why you were sent here. If you were any older you'd be in Iraq."
"Thank you sir." Alex said politely. Iraq? Who would want to go to Iraq when they could go to other galaxies?
"Could you step out of the room for a moment please, Colonel Rider?"
Alex nodded and closed the door behind him.
Okay, that's done. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. I feel like such a mug just writing when I don't know if anyone is reading it
