Ok, here it is, Chapter 3. I want to thank Shannon for writing her own dialog, I don't think it would have sounded like her if she didn't. Oh and Shannon, FC Dallas still rules!
Disclaimer is on the first chapter.
Across the hall, an entirely different scenario was playing out. Of the thirty-five teenagers in the room, only seven were paying any sort attention to what Daniel was saying. The other twenty-eight were undressing Dr. Jackson with their eyes and passing around various surveys about him. Also,one highly creative artist with a vivid imagination was creating a masterpiece in notebook paper and pen.
The five guys in the room were trying to look interested in what was being said, but had been lost for quite some time. The lone person in the room that was paying close attention and taking notes on everything her honorary uncle was passionately talking about was Cassandra Fraiser. The teenage spy was going over her notes from Jon while making sure her phone was recording.
Shannon looked down again; she had no idea why Jon had asked her to ask this question. When she pressed him about it, all he could do was mumble something about it being a long story and if he told her then he would have to kill her. That only further piqued her curiosity, but here she was about to fulfill Jon's bizarre request.
So as she sat there , drumming her fingers nervously and twirling a lock of her hair, Shannon waited patiently for her chance to strike. She would, in Jon's words, be the snake to Daniel's mongoose; or was that the mongoose to his snake?
When Daniel finally finished with his brief lecture about the academic requirements of obtaining a degree in archeology, Shannon struck.
"So, Dr. Jackson," she said in her sweetest voice. "I read somewhere that several years ago you wrote a paper saying that the Great Pyramids in Giza, Egypt are actually older that what mainstream academia believes them to believe. So how old are they and where is your proof to back up your hypothesis? If your theories are right, then you would be pretty famous. Or is that because your theories are a bit radical and challenged the conventional ideas that the pyramids were built by a slave work force in the Old and Middle Kingdoms, you became decidedly unpopular in certain academic circles."
Teal'c went focused his full attention on the girl who was questioning his friend while Daniel nervously ran his hand through his hair. "Well, my theory wasn't very well received and I have a great job now that involves travel to exotic places, interesting challenges and the health care can't be beat," he replied.
"Ok, can you explain why I found at least two obituaries for you? Do you have a condition or something?"
"Someone has done her homework, I see," Daniel laughed nervously. Teal'c started to move towards her. "Also, Mr. Murray, who are you and what exactly do you do? Are you Dr. Jackson's bodyguard or what?"
Teal'c raised his eyebrow and answered, "I am from th country of Mozambique. I too speak and read several languages and assist in translating documents on certain assignments and forging alliances with various warring factions. I also make sure DanielJackson remembers to eat, sleep and do most of the heavy lifting."
Daniel stalked over to his teammate, "Hello? I'm right here! And I seem to remember pulling your Ja...um...butt out of the fire a few times over the years?" Teal'c turns to face his glare with a raised eyebrow as his only comment.
As he turned to go back to the front of the class, Teal'c intercepts a bold hand that had reached out for the archeologist's derrière.
Cassie decided that the only way to get Daniel back on topic was to speak up herself. "Dr. Jackson, you explained the criteria need for following a dream of archeology. What if your interests run more to linguistics?"
Daniel sent her a grateful look and launched into an explanation of what was need to go into the field of linguistics and what job opportunities one could find in the military or private industry.
As the class listened to Daniel expound upon the world of linguistics, or at least stare longingly at his beautiful blue eyes, a note dropped on the desk in front of Cassandra. It was a survey about Daniel. The first question was "boxers or briefs," followed by what kind of sheets she thought were on his bed. She absentmindedly scribbled her answers and passed it back.
Suddenly there was a harsh whisper from the girl next to her, "What do you mean there are both in his laundry and that he has blue silk sheets because your mom picked them out?"
From the other side of Cassie's desk landed another note. After opening it she lurched out of her chair screaming, "Oh my God, I'm blind, ew, ew, ew!"
The note floated to the floor behind her. Shannon leaned over casually and picked it up. With an evil grin she put the drawing in her notebook. Forget Jon, she figured that Jack would be able to pay her more. High ranking officers made way more money that high school students. 'Oh yes, Miss Shannon will going on some road trips this year to see the Wizards kick butt,' she thought smugly.