Colonel Daddy part 2

See part 1 for info and disclaimers.

For those who have been waiting for it, here is part two. Not as long as part one, but I got a little stuck trying to write this. That, plus, my dust bunnies under my bed wouldn't let me have my lost mind back until I appeased them with an SG-1 story, which I did. Now, I think I can finish this sometime in the next few, uh… weeks?

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When John disappeared into the bathroom, Isolder opened his eyes and sat up. He shook his sister until she woke and shushed her before she could say anything. "We're leaving," he told her as he pulled her out of bed.

"Why?"

"Because they are going to make us go live away from Colonel John," he replied.

"Why?" Mothie repeated.

"I don't think Dr. Weir wants us here," Isolder told her.

"I want to stay with John," Mothie said as she rubbed her eyes.

"I do to, but I think he is going to send us away because Dr. Weir wants him to."

"Why would he do that? I thought he liked having us here."

"He does like having us here," Isolder explained. "But he has to follow orders and if Dr. Weir doesn't want us here, we have to go."

"I like Dr. Weir. She called us dignitaries."

I solder snorted and took her hand. "I don't think she likes us."

They both looked at the bathroom as the shower started. Isolder moved to the bed and arranged the blankets and pillows to look like they still slept. He took his sister's hand and opened the door. With a quick peek to make sure that no one was coming, he led her from the room.

"Where are we going?" Mothie asked.

"We're going to sneak down to the kitchen and get some food, then we'll find someplace to hide until we can sneak back through the gate."

"That's not much of a plan," Mothie said.

"What do you want to do?" Isolder demanded.

"I want to go back to John," Mothie said. "He'll take care of us. He promised."

"Don't you get it," Isolder said forcefully. "Dr. Weir is in charge of the city and will make us go away whether we or Colonel John want us to or not." Mothie began to tear up. "I'm sorry, Mothie. I'll take care of you. I promise."

Finally, Mothie wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve and let Isolder lead her away. At the junction at the end of the hall, they made a left on their way to find some food.

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John came out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel and glanced to the sleeping lumps on the bed. He dropped the towel on the pile that needed washed and looked back at the bed with a smile. As he watched, the smile melted away as it occurred to him that there was no movement from the bed. He pulled away the blankets to find two kid-shaped piles of pillows under them. He swore and grabbed his radio before heading out the door.

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John burst into the conference room. "Has anyone seen Mothie and Isolder?" he asked breathlessly.

"No," Elizabeth said as Ronan, Teyla and Rodney shook their heads, no.

"They were gone when I came out of the shower," he said as he paced. "I've been everywhere. The mess, the rec hall, infirmary. I even checked the labs!"

"They don't know the city," Teyla pointed out. "Some areas could still have hidden dangers."

"I know!" John said as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Calm down, John," Elizabeth said. "We'll go use the internal sensors to find them. If they've gone away from the populated areas, they should be easy to find."

John nodded and followed Elizabeth out to the control room. The rest of his team joined them and Rodney took a seat at the controls. He brought the city up on the sensor screen and studied it. "There," he said as he pointed to two dots in the northern section of the city.

"Do we know what's down there?" John asked.

"Not yet," Rodney replied. "That is a section we haven't explored."

John's head fell and he rubbed his eyes before tapping his earpiece. "Lorne, come in." Lorne answered and John went on. "Get together a few teams and head out to the north pier as soon as they're ready... The kids took off and sensors show that they're in that section... We'll be heading out that way in a few minutes ourselves... Good, thanks." He tapped it again to end the connection. He turned to Rodney. "You stay and keep an eye on the sensors. We'll take a life sign detector to use when we get closer."

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"Do you even know where we are?" Mothie asked.

"Yes!" Isolder hissed as they passed a crooked door. "Now hush."

Isolder led his sister through a maze of debris determinedly. They went out onto a shaded balcony with a broken railing. "I don't think they'll find us out this far," he said finally.

"What about the broken railing?" Mothie pointed.

"Just stay away from it," Isolder replied.

"What about when John comes looking for us?" Mothie went on. "He'll probably be mad."

"I don't think they'll be coming after us," her older brother replied.

"John will," Mothie insisted. "He promised he would always be there."

"Mothie," Isolder explained, calmly. "Sometimes adults make promises they don't intend to keep to make children feel better." Mothie sniffed a couple of times then began to cry. Isolder took her in his arms. "I'm not an adult, Mothie. I keep my promises and I promise I will take care of you."

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"Do you know how much of a cliché this is?" Rodney asked John as he pointed the way to where the children were from his computer in the control room. "Turn right then keep going straight down that hall."

John made the turn and headed down the hall followed by Ronan and Teyla. "Rodney, what are you talking about?"

"In every TV show with kids, this happens at least once," Rodney replied. "On 'Little House on the Prairie', Laura ran away after her baby brother died because she thought it was her fault he died."

"That's TV, Rodney," John replied. "As in, NOT REAL!"

"Yeah, well, still cliché," he replied. "They've stopped moving about two-hundred feet ahead of your current position."

John lifted the life signs detector. "Yeah, I'm getting them now." He walked a few steps and they started moving again. "They've started moving again."

"I see it," Rodney said. "They're moving away from you."

John sped up his pace. "Shit!" Rodney suddenly exclaimed. "One of the dots just dropped off the sensors."

John felt a knot in his abdomen as he looked down at his life sign detector. "I'm still getting them both, but one is on a different level."

"He or she must have fallen into a dead area," Rodney told him. "A place where the sensors have been damaged or aren't working."

John quickened his pace. "Beckett is coming with Lorne's team isn't he?"

"Yes," Rodney replied. "Did you grab climbing equipment?"

"Yeah," John replied. "We're almost there!"

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Mothie crossed her arms and stomped her foot. "This was a bad idea!" she insisted. "I'm going back!" She stomped back into the city with Isolder following.

He grabbed her arm. "We'll be OK here until we can sneak through the gate and go home." He released her. "What if Mom and Dad are waiting at home for us. They promised they would come back for us."

"They can't come back," Mothie insisted. "The Wraith took them."

"You can't know that," Isolder argued.

"Yes I can," Mothie said. "I saw the Wraith ship fly down and take them."

"How did you see that?"

"I peeked," Mothie said, crying. "They were running and the beam just sucked them up."

Isolder was quiet. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "If you really think that Colonel John will come for us, we should stay here." He tried to take her hand but she jerked it away.

"NO!" she screamed. "I'm going back!" She began to run away from her brother.

"Mothie stop!" Isolder ran after her. A loud groan stopped him. "Mothie stop!"

"No!" Mothie screamed as she ran. The groan became louder and Mothie slid to a stop. She covered her ears as the sound got louder she screamed as the floor beneath her tilted and she began to slide downward. "Isolder!"

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I was going to go a different direction with this, but when I read it to my 7-year-old niece and asked her what she would do if she were Mothie and Isolder, she told me she would run away. So here I go. Down the path to cliché.