Chapter 3: Harry meet Jack

Chapter 3: Harry meet Jack

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Infirmary – Cheyenne Mountain Facility

The first thing that he saw was a face, half covered with a white mask, leaning over him. He realized from the pins and needles he was feeling all over his body, that he must have been put to sleep.

It was not a feeling he enjoyed.

Next he realized that he was tied down, his arms were able to move maybe a half-inch to both sides, and his legs completely immovable. Only his head he was able to lift up and turn somewhat.

"How is he Doctor?" a voice came from somewhere to Harry's left. Straining his neck, he painfully turned his head until he could finally see the face of a man who was maybe in his early thirties, or late twenties.

The man was wearing casual clothes, jeans and a tight-fitting black T-shirt. Expensive sunglasses were perched on the top of his head. The gold dog-tags hanging around his neck identified him as Colonel Jack O'Neill.

"He's awake, and can talk anytime. There are no injuries, not even shock, which suggests that he might be in denial." The person leaning over him said.

"Aside from the fact that he shouldn't have woken until another two hours, he's completely normal. These precautions are unnecessary."

"Thank you doctor, I think I'll be the judge of that. You're dismissed."

Nodding his head, the doctor turned and walked out leaving the two alone.

Colonel O'Neill startled as the kid –Harry or Ra- whatever he was, coughed and rasped, obviously trying to speak. Without being asked, O'Neill obliged and put a straw into the boy's mouth, the other end going into a glass filled with cool water.

Harry sighed as the cooling sensation of water ran through his soar throat. Greedily, he drank. When he finally pulled away, swallowing, he began speaking.

"Where am I? What happened?"

Jack mentally winced. The kid sounded like… like a boy, albeit a lost boy. He didn't have the distorted voice Ra used when talking, and on top of that Harry's eyes were no longer glowing.

Thinking quickly, he decided to answer some questions first, before asking any of his own. After all, the kid did deserve an explanation.

"You are in the United States of America, inside Colorado under the Cheyenne Mountain. A top secret facility run by the Military." He watched as the boy's eyes grew wide with awe and shock, as well as touch of fear.

"Why am I here?" Harry asked softly, trying not to sound worried.

"Well," said Jack, "It's a long story, but you're not going anywhere so here goes. It started with a find an archeologist made back in Giza Plateau in Egypt during 1928"

Harry kept quiet and listened to the story; he forgot his current situation and easily got caught up in the amazing tale of evil aliens and human heroics.

Jack found himself forgetting the concerns about Harry and instead felt like he was telling a 'scary' story to a little kid, making all the right scary noises and changing his voice as needed.

Finally the story came to an end and Harry savored the happy ending of a good story, until of course he realized that somehow, this story was tied to him. Cautiously he asked the question and was shocked when Jack's face witch had previously been open, now blanked out and enjoyment he showed beforehand at telling a story disappeared.

Closing his eyes Jack resigned himself to being uncomfortable and cleared his throat awkwardly before starting.

"When your car crashed Harry, we got a report from NASA. A very strange report I might add. Their satellites had picked up a strange energy reading, similar to the one we got with Ra's ring transporters. We were concerned that Ra had somehow survived, so we sent a team –my team- down to investigate and well…" Jack trailed off uncertainly.

Harry was white, and his eyes were closed. The knowledge he had recently gained from the envelope came to mind but he dismissed it. As far as he knew he was still Harry, wasn't speaking in any strange voice or language and had no evil tendencies.

"Why was I brought here, I understand why you suspect but what convinced you to bring me to a top secret military facility?"

Jack's answer astounded him. "When we came to your room, and you looked up to see who came in, your eyes were glowing. To tell you the truth it freaked us out quite a bit and we reacted on instinct."

After about a minute of silence Jack sighed. "Listen to me Harry. I know this is hard for you, and I want to help you. Really I do." He reiterated when Harry looked away, "I need you to tell me what happened in the car."

Silence

Jack closed his eyes and waited; after another minute passed he began talking. "A year ago," he started. "I was a happy man, happily married with a ten year old son. The brightest boy in the world. I used to think there was no better kid in the whole universe."

"I remember the day it all changed. It was a Friday, and I had just come back from assignment in Saudi Arabia. I immediately went home to my loving wife and son. Sarah, for that was her name, met me outside thrilled that I was back. As thrilled as I was."

"I had just asked her about Charlie when we both heard a gunshot in the house. I froze for a second hoping I heard wrong. I couldn't think who would be shooting in my house. I didn't want to think who. I got to Charlie seconds before Sarah did."

Jack was openly crying and Harry in his naïve childish way realized that somehow he was responsible for this amazing funny man to be crying. He didn't like it when people he liked were crying and so he decided to stop it.

Before Jack could finish his story, Harry interrupted him with his own.

He started, "I was in the back of the car, Uncle Vernon was yelling about something pointless like usual, when suddenly there was a flash of light."

When Harry started his story Jack took the opportunity to regain control, and clean himself up, now he was listening intently.

"The thing is, it wasn't really light but rather dark that was itself light." Harry stopped to review what he just said, before shaking his head. "I didn't really explain that to well, did I?"

"I think I get the point" Jack said dryly, "there was a flash. Next what happened?"

Remembering the strange envelope and finding his relatives dead, Harry retold the story, including his newfound knowledge. Jack was dubious at best.

"I don't know Harry. Going back to Ra, he portrayed himself as a God. The Egyptian Sun God to be specific. Claiming to be a wizard is not that far off, unless of course you have proof to your claims."

Harry shook his head, his lower lip trembled and his eyes sparkled with suppressed tears. "I know I'm a wizard." Harry said, "I also know that I have all this magical knowledge, however the knowledge itself is locked up, I can't get to it. I've only been able to get to it sometimes and I can't really control when."

Jack tried hard not to feel sympathetic. He failed.

"Look Harry," Jack said, thinking carefully. He remembered the fairytales he used to read to his son, and the much longer fantasy novels he used to read when he was a teenager.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, however in the fantasy books, magic was either done with magical incantations or willpower. We don't know any incantations for you to say, so how about you try willpower."

"What do I do?" Harry asked eagerly with a slight note of apprehension in his voice.

Jack didn't blame him.

If this worked then the ramifications would be extreme.

Mentally Jack laughed at himself. Of course this wouldn't work, there was no such thing as magic. He briefly considered getting his head examined, but tossed the idea in favor of answering Harry's question.

"I don't know, Harry. Try willing yourself to escape or something. You know like burning the restraints, or disappear and appear right next to me."

Nodding his head, Harry thought about escape closing his eyes, Harry willed it to happen.

After a minute Harry opened his eyes. "I can't do it, it's not working."

Jack gave Harry a look, "You call that trying? This is magic we're talking about here. You have to try! Escape Harry!"

Harry gave a determined nod and closed his eyes again, seeing the restraints in his mind, he imagined them on fire. Burn, Burn, Burn! He thought fiercely, unconsciously muttering it under his breath.

Suddenly, a surge of power swept through him, leaving a burning trail of liquid fire in his veins. If Harry's eyes were open, Jack would have seen them glow.

A gasp from Jack made Harry open his eyes just in time to get a blast of foam from the fire extinguisher in his face. Over the PA, alarms were blaring announcing the fire in the infirmary.

Through the foam in his eyes, Harry could make out Jack punching buttons into a keyboard on the wall. The alarms stopped, and Jack picked up the phone and said a few words before hanging up. Finally he came back to Harry.

"When I said burn the restraints I didn't mean literally." Jack joked.

Shocked, Harry looked down only to realize that he was no longer restrained. He could move again!

Excitement surged through him like an intoxicating drug. For the first time in his life he didn't feel helpless! He was a wizard! And he had power! Never again would he do the bidding of others! Never again would he be bullied!

The sound of Jack clearing his throat broke him out of his reverie. "Harry," Jack said slowly looking around. "You don't suppose you could get rid of this mess could you?"

Harry shrugged closing his eyes, he remembered the power he felt, the liquid fire going through his veins, and he called it up again, willing the room to be clean.

Jack's eyes widened in amazement as the room suddenly sparkled, a fresh pine scent wafted gently around the room, and the foam was gone like it was never there.

Harry and Jack were now clean. Indeed the whole room was cleaner than it ever was before.

"That is so cool!" Jack said, "and extremely useful too!"

Harry only nodded in amazement, too stunned to form coherent words.

"Um, Harry." Jack said slowly looking at him carefully, "What say you we keep this between ourselves? You know our special secret?"

Harry nodded, finally getting over the shock enough to say the first thing he was thinking. "I'm really a wizard!" he said excitedly.

"Yes. Yes it would appear that you are." Jack said, "Now however since we determined that you aren't Ra, you're free to go. We have to bring you back to Britain and drop you off on your government's hands. Your Prime Minister has been kicking up a fuss about us kidnapping a British citizen on British soil no less."

At the mention of going back, the euphoria that Harry felt disappeared, "They'll put me in an orphanage." Harry said sullenly. "I won't go."

"There's not much choice," Jack said. "As I said the PM is kicking up a fuss and he may very well start a war over this and the diplomatic relationship between US and Britain is bad enough as it is."

"You can't make me go. I'm a wizard," Harry said, "I'll just disappear."

Jack sighed, "I'm sorry Harry. Really I am, but the only way for you to stay is if your guardian were to agree and given the current state of your guardians well…"

Suddenly and idea hit him and Jack trailed off thinking carefully. He slowly let out a grin, "Okay Harry. You can stay but it will take a lot of work and some traveling. Come on, let's go see General West."

A/N: Okay. Third chapter done. Already have most of chapter four written down, just gotta find time to type. Jack will adopt Harry tho they will have more of a friend relationship than father/son excepting extreme cases. (i.e Jack or Harry get mortally wounded)

I realize some of you might think I overdid the hospital part with the guns and tranq darts but again this is JACK we are talking about here. The big hunkin guns and stuff. Also as mentioned above that when Jack saw the glowing eyes he panicked. It wasn't a plan, it was instinct.