Dr. Jackson Goes to
Washington
Anunnaki Part 10
By
Michele
Rating: R (Jack/Sam/Daniel) (Paul /
other)
Summary: Daniel meets with the President and then decides
to invade Chicago, preparations are made for Daniel's party, Major
Davis has a party of his own, and Daniel gets unexpected bad news.
They checked out of their hotel room and made it to the airport with very little time to spare. Apparently General Wilmington, currently in charge of the SGC, was found dead. A preliminary autopsy brought out an equally dead symbiote. The public was going to be told that it was a heart attack. Jack had to hand it to Ninurta; the man worked fast. The President and the Joint Chiefs wanted to know how in hell the SGC was infiltrated, especially since the gate had been down.
Jack and Daniel had orders to stop at Bethesda Navel Hospital before going to the White House. They were to be MRI'd. At the airport in DC, they got off the private jet and found Major Davis waiting with a car. He had a suit waiting for Daniel and a uniform for Jack. Jack hadn't been recalled, so he staged a quiet protest at donning the uniform, and had Davis stop at a men's store and bought a suit of his own.
"How come we don't have those little hand-held things like on Star Trek?" Daniel asked. "With one of those, we wouldn't have to stop at a hospital for the MRI."
"Suggest it to Sam," Jack said. "Have we noticed if the Goa'uld have anything like that?"
Daniel thought about it. He and Davis shook their heads.
"No, they don't," Daniel said thoughtfully. "That's interesting. Maybe they don't want anyone peeking inside their bodies?"
A light bulb went on over Davis' head and he pulled out a notepad and made a few notes.
They were hustled into the President's conference room by mid-afternoon. The President wasn't happy and not just because Jack wasn't in uniform.
"Mr. President, due respect, Sir, but I could have told you over the phone that we didn't know anything about this," Jack said. "I've been at my parents' house for the past few days, in Minnesota, and I haven't been on base since I retired. My wife is the only military person I've been speaking to, and she's been stationed in Nevada, not at Cheyenne. I am a little miffed at not having her home every night. Sir."
"Give me leads, General," the President demanded. "I need to know how those alien things could have gotten here when the gate has been down!"
"They could have been here for quite a while," Jack said. "Thanks to the NID and its incompetent leadership, a lot of things were brought back that shouldn't have been. Remember Senator Kinsey. And the Goa'uld do have ships, Sir. It takes a little longer, but they can make it several million light-years in just a week. Less, if they're in a hurry."
"And why is the gate down? Do you know anything about that?" The President was almost purple in the face as he marched to and fro.
"The Asgard shut it down."
"Why?!"
"Because of the inane….!"
"Jack!" Daniel stopped him. Jack slammed the chair back and stood at the window with his back to the room.
"Mr. President, please try and understand," Daniel said quietly, reasonably. "The Asgard are one of the four races that started exploring by gate travel. The Ancients, another of the four, are the ones who built the gates and the entire gate network. The Asgard and the Nox are the only ones left who have power over the gates, now that the Ancients and the forth race, the Furlongs, have gone. None of the other races in the universe have shown the cognizance to be even considered at a pre-evolutionary leap. Except us. The Asgard believe that we are destined to be the Fifth Race, and as such, they keep a close watch on our gate. If they believe that the gate is going to be used for malicious purposes, they promised years ago that they would shut it down. Well, Sir, without someone like General O'Neill or General Hammond at the helm, the gate is in danger. The gate and Earth.
"Sir, the System Lords are upset enough, and all we've done is mostly exploration. With someone like the NID or a weapons happy General at the gate, the Goa'uld will have an even better reason to send a strike force and take over our planet, and make slaves of all of us. The Asgard have been generous in not shutting the gate down long ago, and with the infiltration of symbiotes, the Asgard were right in their hesitancy. We need to stay alive and well long enough to make that leap, and we can't do that if some gung-ho General steps in and starts playing commando with other worlds. It would make us no better than the System Lords."
The President had sat down, listening to Daniel as he plucked thoughtfully at his lower lip.
"Sir, if I may," Maynard spoke up in his quiet, commanding voice. "You have my report of the time I spent off-world with SG-1. With General O'Neill and Dr. Jackson. Sir, if someone else had gone to that world, someone with nothing more on their agenda than to collect weapons and technology, we would not have two new allies. The methods that run the SGC are indeed contradictory to our usual policies, but we are dealing with unknowns. They deal with unknowns on a daily basis, and because their unknowns are alien, human standards cannot be held as inviolate. A good man was taken from the helm of the SGC, and replaced with someone who had no knowledge of what was required of the post. This is what happened. Infiltration. A foothold. I cannot believe this would have happened if General O'Neill's advice had been listened to. It was a mistake to take him out of there."
"So what do you suggest, Francis?" the President asked. "Put General O'Neill back in?"
"No, Sir."
They all turned to Jack. "I don't want it," he said. "My personal involvement with the personnel of the SGC makes my command decisions over them questionable."
"Then who would you suggest, Jack?" the President asked.
"I will think about it and make my recommendations," he said.
"How about Homeworld Security?"
"Sir?"
"I had a note from General Hammond. He suggested I get you off your butt by offering you the Directorship," the President told him. "You want it? You can relocate the home office to Colorado. Or Nevada. Wherever you'd like."
Jack looked at Daniel. "I will think about it, Sir. Sir, before I consider anything, you should know that my home life isn't the norm."
"What do you mean?"
"I may have married Colonel Carter, but we share our lives with Dr. Jackson."
The President frowned. "He shares your home? Why would that be a problem?"
"No, Sir, Daniel is….part of us," Jack tried.
"It's a threesome, Sir," Daniel stated. "The three of us are lovers."
Major Davis at the door almost fell over. The President's mouth dropped.
"What? I thought you and Major Davis…."
Daniel stopped a smile, glancing at Davis. "News travels fast around here," Daniel commented. "We were, Sir. I stopped it when I accepted Jack and Sam's invitation."
The President fished for a moment and found no help from General Maynard, who was equally astonished.
"The two of you…share…Colonel Carter?" the President tried to understand.
"Yes, Sir," Jack said. "Daniel and I also sleep together. It's a threesome. We got together after we got back from the Sua homeworld. We call Daniel our boyfriend, he calls himself our consort. He's kinda funny that way."
"You and….. Oh, my." The President stood and paced. "Ok, that's different."
"Sir, if it helps?" Daniel started as gently as he could. "This is fairly normal on other worlds. Earth is one of the few worlds that has a problem with same-gendered relationships as well as poly-relationships. Our off-world friends didn't blink twice when we told them. Most of them were surprised it took us this long."
"This is normal?" the President sat down.
"Yes, Sir," Daniel nodded and Jack nodded along with him.
"So, if you want me on board in any capacity, WE will need to be accepted as a package deal. Sir." Jack stood behind Daniel's chair, planting his feet. "And, Sir? This had better not hinder Colonel Carter's career. And one more thing, Sir. My 81 year old mother isn't happy with her Medicare Package."
While they were in Washington, they were flooded with requests for everything from private discussions to full seminars. Jack refused all, as did Daniel until he took it into his head to make a few of his own demands. He would agree to a seminar. Semi-public, he gets the first one hundred of the guest list, and it happens at the University of Chicago. Jack chuckled when he heard Daniel on the phone making his demands. It wasn't too often Daniel went into 'fuck-it' mode, and he was planning a royal 'told you so!' to his old colleagues. Jack was looking forward to it.
In a minor news story, the President announced that in the light of universal togetherness, he was rescinding the no gays in the military order. The current numbers indicated that gays and lesbians were more numerous than originally thought, and the military was losing too many good people because of an out-dated thought. If a man could work side-by-side with attractive women who happened to know how to shoot a gun, there was no reason a man couldn't work side-by-side with a man who also knew how to shoot a gun.
Never having been to the Pentagon before, Daniel was given the grand tour by Major Davis. They went into sections that were not normally open to the public, but Jack and Daniel were welcomed. They touched the plaque commemorating the 9/11 attack and were asked by a General if they had any type of shield system that would stop another bomber. Jack wasn't about to give up the Goa'uld cloaking system, so he denied having anything. He greeted people he knew from his Special Ops days, people who knew when Jack was lying. They didn't say anything. Jack had his reasons, and that was good enough for them.
While in Davis' office, Daniel was handed a briefcase with a laptop and copies of his own notes. He was also handed a gun. Daniel shook his head.
"No," he refused.
"Yes," Davis returned. "We've received a few threats on you. If you are going to insist on going through with this seminar, I'd feel better if you were armed. I already checked it out to you. Sir?"
Jack frowned. "I agree. Take it, Daniel."
"Why would someone be threatening me?" Daniel squeaked in astonishment.
"Because a few people who don't have their ducks in a row seem to feel that Earth is about to go to hell in a hand-basket, and they're blaming it on you," Davis said. Daniel took the gun and slid it into the back of his pants, under his jacket.
"I think I'd rather go help Teal'c," Daniel muttered.
"Me first," Jack informed him. "Major, how bad are the threats?"
Davis went to his filing cabinet and took out a folder, handing it to Jack. Daniel looked over Jack's arm.
"Mostly the hell fire and brimstone stuff for bringing false gods to the godly, that kind of thing," Davis said. "There are a few more specific. They're on the top. Red covers. One is post-marked Colorado, so we're giving it priority."
"This is Daniel's address," Jack noted. He picked up the phone and dialed. "Zu," he called out when the answering machine picked up. "Are you there? If you are, go to Daniel's house and check things out."
"Jack, there's about a hundred thousand dollars worth of irreplaceable artifacts at my house," Daniel reminded him in a slow panic.
"I know, Danny." Jack gave the back of Daniel's neck a rub and redialed. The General being touchy-feely with his SG-1 wasn't unusual, but Davis was now seeing it in a different, more interesting light. Come to think of it, it was usually Daniel the General was touchy-feely with. "Andy, it's Jack…. I promise, beers and stories, yes. Hey, do me favor? We've had a few threats. Could you send a regular patrol by my house and Daniel's? We won't be home for another week. If you see a red macaw, ignore him, he belongs there. No, it's a story. Weapons at my house, and personal, expensive art at Daniel's. If you can't reach us, call Major Paul Davis at the Pentagon. Yeah, from TV last night. Thanks, Andy." He gave the Sheriff Davis' number and hung up.
"Andy Richardson is the Sheriff of Colorado Springs," Jack told Davis. "He's a friend, a good man, so give him whatever help he needs. Daniel, it's being dealt with, so why don't you concentrate on this little party you're throwing? Who's on your list?"
Daniel took a deep breath and refocused. All of his ex-professors, lab mates, favorite dig teams, and a few writers who raked him six feet under.
"Think your parents and brother would like to come?" he asked Jack. "And maybe Sam's brother and wife. Any family she wants. I'm also thinking of a private show and tell for her family, let them know about Jacob."
"I think she'd like that," Jack nodded. "And I'll call the folks. Major, can you put together a presentation about Jacob? Let's give them some closure."
"Yes, Sir, I'd be happy to," Davis assured him. "Sir, about T'Keet?"
"Where?!" Daniel jumped, looking around.
"Down," Jack said, patting his shoulders. "It's been straightened out, Major. Forget I called you."
"Yes, Sir. And Zu, Sir?"
"He has a mind of his own, he decided to stay."
"Yes, Sir." At least the macaw wouldn't look out of place.
Jack was thinking as he continued to look through the folder of Daniel's threats. It was one thing for Jack to want to kill Daniel, there was no way he'd allow anyone else to kill Daniel.
"Major, I want an escort and guard for this seminar," he said, knowing Daniel wasn't going to like it. "Ask Gen. Vidrine if Col. Carter can meet us in Chicago; I'd like her on guard duty. Actually, I'd like her undercover in the crowd. So far, her face has been kept from all this. I'd like her to move around, use that naquadah sensing thing of hers." Jack began to reel off a list of names and Davis hastily took notes, nodding. Daniel sat, not liking the direction this was taking.
"How about SG teams?" Daniel asked, picking at his pant legs. "Are they doing anything? They deserve some credit here, too."
Jack looked at Davis with a raised brow.
"Most are on standby while Gen. Wilmington's death is being investigated," Davis conceded. "Everyone's been through the MRI before they were released out of the Mountain, and with the gate down, there's been talk of relocating everyone. Sir?"
Jack nodded. "Volunteer basis," he said. "Start with Col. Reynolds."
"My fun is being ruined here, Jack," Daniel pouted. A hand threaded through his hair.
"No, it isn't," Jack said. "You're about to show everyone that not only are you not a fool, but you have all these people who back you up. Besides, you know Reynolds is a Jackson fan; he'd be hurt if he wasn't invited to join the fun."
Daniel continued his pouting. "Well, I suppose so," he said. "And he is cuter than you, so at least I'll have OW!" He chuckled and rubbed at the ear that was tweaked.
"Mary doesn't share, so you're stuck with me."
"I'm hungry," Daniel announced, reaching blindly for the hand he knew was close by.
"Of course, you are," Jack said. "Major, would you care to join us for dinner?"
Davis was surprised but he accepted after glancing at Daniel for his reaction.
"Anyone you'd like to bring with?" Daniel asked Paul. The Major flushed slightly and shrugged.
"Don't know yet," he admitted. Daniel was a little surprised.
"Really? Who?"
They waited for Davis to close shop before heading out.
"I'm not telling," Davis said. "Not yet. I haven't actually brought up the topic with him yet, but he's been giving me the eye, so….maybe."
"Is he here?" Daniel asked, indicating the passing offices.
"No," Davis said. "Technically he doesn't exist."
Daniel didn't get it but Jack raised an eyebrow.
"A spook?" he asked. Davis nodded. "Don't ask about him, Daniel," he advised.
Daniel was a little surprised that Paul was considering a spy as a boyfriend, while Davis was a little surprised that the General didn't mind his fingers being played with. At least Daniel looked happy, which made things worthwhile. Davis was having a hard time picturing O'Neill with a man even though his touches toward Daniel were light and caressing, and there was a hint of tenderness in the General's gruff teasing. Daniel was obviously seeing something in the older man that Davis wasn't. Of course, he had heard the now legendary rumor of the General kissing Daniel in the gateroom, but Davis hadn't believed it. He was now considering it.
Davis recommended several restaurants in the area, and they settled on Chinese. Once there, Jack excused himself and headed for the men's room.
"Are you completely out of your mind?!" Davis hissed at Daniel, leaning in and looking around. Daniel looked over the top of his glasses.
"Specify."
"You and the General? And the Colonel??"
Daniel smiled and looked through the menu. "He's a good kisser," Daniel said.
Davis poked agitatedly at the table with chop sticks. "The two of you actually….?"
"Believe me, Paul, I was more surprised than you are when he first wanted to talk about it. And quite often, it's the three of us," Daniel chuckled.
"He really did kiss you in the gateroom?" Daniel was sure that a stiff breeze would have knocked Paul over.
"Yes, he did," Daniel confirmed. "Col. Reynolds saw it, as did the entire command room staff."
Davis was staring wide-eyed. "And you've done the family meet and greet?"
Daniel nodded. "His mom likes me," Daniel confessed. "She fed me milk and cookies. She's currently plying Nate with milk and cookies. There happened to be a large family get-together the other night during the President's announcement and Jack informed the entire family that you and I were once an item and one of his young cousins wanted to know why I turned you out for him. She said you're cute."
Davis flushed. "He told his family about us? God." His cell phone rang and he picked it up. "Davis. Sir. Yes, Sir."
"That was Gen. Maynard," Davis said. "It seems the President has decided that your seminar would be a good time to inform the world about the gate. A file is being emailed to you for you to incorporate into your speech." Jack came back and sat down. Davis repeated himself. "There will be a closed circuit feed to as many nation heads as possible. All eleven country leaders who have been in the know have given their approval. China isn't happy about it, but they were bullied into it by the other ten. Sir, in regards to Homeworld Security –the President is willing to allow the SGC to be the base. If you want it."
Jack puffed as he thought. "It never rains, but pours, Major," he said. "That's a big carrot. Daniel, you are getting a heavy guard whether you want it or not. Major, I want that university scoured as well as, if not better, than required for a Presidential visit. If one person takes a shot at Daniel, heads will roll."
"Yes, Sir."
As they ate, Davis found it interesting to watch the two. Daniel had sketched the theatre lay-out for a quick study guide to who will be where. He heard the General's gruff, commanding voice and the usual sarcasm, and Daniel arguing with him ever step of the way, all the while sharing each other's plates. The General's cell phone rang at one point and there was an immediate personality change when he looked at the caller ID.
"Hi, honey," he answered. He went on to tell Sam about the upcoming seminar and the new topic to be included. She had just received orders that she would be joining in on the fun and games. She would be in Chicago by tomorrow afternoon. Jack glanced at Davis who was frowning at his own cell phone.
"What?" Jack asked him after putting Sam on hold.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing, Sir," Davis said. "Apparently the Pope is requesting that this seminar NOT be conducted. In fact, the less said, the better."
Both Jack and Daniel looked at him.
"For the sake of diplomatic relations, the President will consider his request and then politely decline," Davis told them. Jack went back this conversation with Sam. Davis leaned toward Daniel. "I think the Buddhists are the only religious leaders who are NOT having a problem with all this," he admitted.
"The Buddhists wouldn't presume to tell God what he did and did not create," Daniel responded as Davis continued to scroll through his emails.
"The Dali Lama would like an audience with you. So does the Pope, by the way. Personally, I'd accept the Dali Lama's invite. He's interesting. China wants some kind of guarantee that they will have full involvement; I'm sure the President will deny them their 'request' to approve every decision and move we make. All the Senators and Congressmen want a private discussion with you, as well as all the special interest groups."
"Daniel," Jack interrupted them after hanging up with Sam. He half turned toward Daniel. "If I take on the new command, and that's a really big IF, you understand that because of the situation, you won't be able to go on the daily away missions."
Daniel tossed his chopsticks down and sat back in the booth corner.
"Why?" he demanded.
"Danny, come on; you are no longer our resident know-it-all, you are the planetary know-it-all," Jack said. "I can let you out on special assignments if a team brings back something of interest, but I would need you home. You are the SGC's number one ambassador, and now ambassador to the world. You are the only person who has certain knowledge, and we can't afford to lose you in a stupid off-world accident. How many times have you died? And being on base will give you greater oversight on your department; you will have access to the best minds in the world, or off-world, for that matter, so you can do a clean-sweep of the department and get the people you want. Hell, bring Jonas back, if you want him here. Same for Sam; I want her overseeing the Yard. Her greatest strength is in alien technology and physics. You both need to be working your strengths, not making them secondary. Can you accept that?"
Daniel was pouting as he picked at his noodles with his fingers. If it wasn't for the fact that they were in a restaurant, Jack was sure his ears would be ringing from the swearing in multiple languages. Jack went back to his dinner, knowing Daniel would think about it.
"Major, tell me something," Jack said. "How do we wear him out?"
Davis almost choked on a shrimp. "Umm… I never actually found out, Sir," he admitted. "He always wore me out first."
The week was hectic as they prepared for the seminar of the millennia. A hotel suite in Chicago was taken over as commend central with Jack running the show and Daniel locked away with his computer in the bedroom. He came up for air long enough to eat. He politely declined the Pope's invitation for a private chat before the seminar and promised the Dali Lama a lunch date. A couple of Chicago O'Neill cop cousins presented themselves for guard duty, having gotten the lowdown from the Minnesota cousins. Jack put them to interceding with the rest of their badge brethren in securing the perimeter of the university. Jack wasn't surprised to learn that not all the family had forgiven him his transgressions, especially after hearing that he had joined in a perverted mockery of marriage. He wasn't particularly sad about it, considering that it was coming from members of the family he had never been close with.
According to the news updates from Major Davis, the Islamic terrorist organizations weren't happy with this new threat to their spiritual supremacy, and they were demanding that no Islamic country or person participate. Since the Arab nations were part of the eleven nations that were already participating in the show, it was a little late for terrorist demands. Thankfully, the new Iraqi government was a little less hotheaded than previous leaders. Davis had spent time on the phone arguing in Arabic with someone until Daniel stormed out of the bedroom, took the phone, and made a few statements of his own before hanging the phone up and locking himself in again.
Davis swallowed hard at the look the General gave him. "It wasn't pretty, Sir," he said.
That made Jack contemplate a terrorist attack on the university during the seminar. He called the head of Homeland Security for a private chat. A couple of 302's would be in the upper atmosphere during the entire seminar.
A quiet trickle down the pipelines said that another General was found dead, also with a symbiote. Jack had a dozen people that could prove he was in Chicago when it happened. The Higher Ups were a little itchy about the deaths, but since this was 2 for 2 with a symbiote, they weren't making too much of a ruckus about it. Yet. They still wanted to know how the snakes got in, but Jack could only shrug, damned if he knew. One of two ways was likely: either the NID fucked up. Again. Or the snakes came from the downed Jaffa during Battlefield Colorado. But Jack was fairly sure that all snakes and bodies were accounted for.
Daniel came out of the room at one point and absently leaned over Jack's shoulder to place the laptop in front of him, showing Jack something the others couldn't see. Daniel rested his chin on Jack's shoulder as he quietly spoke and pointed something out. Jack murmured back and grabbed a fistful of brown hair to pull the face forward. He kissed Daniel, almost dragging him over the back of the couch and onto his lap.
"Hello! Coming up for air is a good thing," Jack informed him.
Daniel took a quick taste of Jack's neck. "It has its merits," he commented with a glint in his eyes before going back to his scheduling. Jack chuckled and went back to making his own notes. Davis was officially a believer, as were the several other people in the room who were helping to schedule security.
Davis answered the house phone and gave permission for someone to come up. A few minutes later, he opened the door and brought a man in. Jack glanced up, noting the black leather, black hair, and glittering green eyes. The man oozed an odor that Jack hadn't smelled in a long time –assassin. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Major.
"General O'Neill, this is Nick," Davis introduced them. "My office recommends him for undercover security detail. Gen. Vidrine will vouch for him."
"Nick? Just Nick?" Jack questioned.
"Just Nick," the man said in a low, soft growl.
"In my office, Major."
Davis followed Jack into the bedroom. The moment the door closed, Jack turned, crossed his arms, and waited. Daniel barely glanced at them as he lay belly down across the bed, working on his computer. Papers were spread out everywhere in an order only Daniel knew.
"Sir, he's worked with my office for years," Davis said. "Technically, the NSA pays him but you won't find him on any books nor will you find anyone who will acknowledge knowing him, including the Director. I trust him as does Gen. Vidrine. He's been fully briefed on everything SGC for years. I trust Daniel's life with him."
Jack grudgingly acknowledged the statement. "Does he follow orders?"
"When it agrees with his own decisions," Davis admitted. "Sir, I've never known him to be wrong. He doesn't play well with others, but he gets the job done, usually in a neat and tidy manner. He considers himself a consultant on a job, not an employee."
Jack thought about it.
"Sounds like Paul's pet spook," came a comment from the peanut gallery. The flush on Davis' face told Jack all he needed to know.
"Alright, Major, but I'm making you responsible for him," Jack warned. Davis accepted the responsibility.
"Welcome aboard, Nick," Jack said upon exiting the room. "I'll give you the same intro speech I've given everyone else –if Dr. Jackson is harmed, I start skinning people. Col. Holden is in charge of the undercover assignments; he's at the university scouting sites. I'll let him know you're coming."
"I work alone."
Jack sighed, wincing at the lower back pain as he sat on the couch again.
"Major Davis."
"Nick, please, just meet with Col. Holden and consult with him. He can call Vidrine, if he needs to," Davis asked nicely.
Nick thought about it. "I know of Holden," the low voice commented. "You could have chosen better."
"He's a highly decorated Marine, what's your problem with him?" Jack asked. Holden was Special Ops with the Pentagon; Jack had met him numerous times before while on the job.
"He's sloppy," came the remark. Nick turned and left as silently as he entered.
"Sir, he's worth the irritation," Davis promised Jack the moment the door was closed.
"He'd better be, Major, because I gotta tell ya, I'm irritated."
"Yes, Sir."
Dinner was delivered soon after Sam got in from recon at the university. Most of the security personnel had left the suite for their own dinners. Jack's back was killing him and he was seriously contemplating the hot-tub. As the waiter set their table, Sam tapped Jack on the leg. He looked at her and then at the waiter. Jack needed more than the hot-tub, he needed something 120 proof. Davis was also a little white in the gills as he glanced at the two security guards at the door. Jack sent the two guards away, telling them to get dinner and then return.
As soon as they left, Jack tilted his head back against the couch, wincing.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he asked the ceiling.
"Don't be silly, Jack," Ninurta said. "Just thought I'd pop in and see how things were progressing. Come on and eat before this gets cold. What's wrong with you?"
"Back," Jack said, getting to his feet and heading to the table. "That couch is murder on my spine."
"Lay on the floor," Ninurta said.
"What?"
"Down. Floor. Belly."
Jack groaned as he found a piece of floor. Ninurta lifted his t-shirt and felt his way up Jack's spine. After a moment, he pressed hard on two spots simultaneously. The popping was heard across the room. Jack saw stars and then a rush of energy which had been released from the blockage. He took the offered hand and hoisted himself up.
"Thanks." He was slightly dizzy but quickly rebalanced himself.
"Da nada," the Sumerian warrior said with a grin.
The smell of steaks and baked potatoes brought Daniel out of the bedroom. He collapsed into a chair at the table and dug in. He noticed the warrior and waved a fork, mumbling through a mouthful. Ninurta pressed a hand into Daniel's shoulder.
"We're proud of you, little brother," he told Daniel. "Know that we will be in attendance in case you need us."
Davis plugged his ears and did a few la-la-la's under his breath. The alien was most definitely NOT supposed to be on the planet. He had an inkling of who was killing the symbiotes. He could also tell that SG-1 wasn't surprised to see Ninurta. Great. There was an alien ship cloaked somewhere nearby and at least 6 Sumerian warriors roaming around the East Coast, possibly hunting down symbiotes. He could only hope that the Sua stayed on board the ship and are keeping a close eye on that cub.
"Invitation," Ninurta announced, rubbing his palms together. "We are having a small get-together on board the Heaven's Bow. You are all invited."
Before anyone could accept or refuse, Daniel looked up suspiciously and halted them.
"What kind of get-together?" he asked.
"Daniel, how else are we supposed to show our support if not by gathering up some energy and pledging it to you?" the warrior asked innocently.
Daniel waved his fork. "Not to sound ungracious, but in what manner are you gathering energy?"
"Just a little orgy. Blessed by Inanna, of course."
Daniel laughed. "You are bound and determined to get into my pants, aren't you? No, thank you."
"Actually, it's Shara and Erra that want in your pants, didila," Ninurta said with a grin. "I'd prefer Jack's pants."
Jack took a careful sip of his wine.
"Mine," Daniel and Sam both said.
Ninurta smiled and took Sam's hand, placing a kiss on the back. "No disrespect, Ningal, you are of course welcome. Your beauty almost outshines that of my Queen. It isn't usual for the head of household to join in a warrior's orgy, but you are a warrior, so you would be welcome. I do get the feeling that your consorts don't share, however." Her consorts confirmed his observation.
"Paul, why don't you go play?" Daniel said. Davis took a long gulp of his wine.
"You know? I'm tempted to," he said. "I think I'm going to need it, if the fact that they are still here is any indication."
"Major, if you wish to partake, you may be excused," Jack told him. "You've been on duty for the past four days, take an evening off. Just be back first thing in the morning. In one piece. No drugs in your system."
"Good!" Ninurta declared. "Gibil happens to like you, Paul, if you'd care for time with him. He is a wonderful lover. And we no longer use the breath of Ishtar, Jack; we discovered that the Sua are allergic to it, so we respect their needs. Also, Aba didn't like the long-term effects on us. Come, Paul! And in a short while, I will mean that literally." Davis stopped and flushed. Ninurta chuckled and took him by the shoulders, guiding him out.
Jack took another bite of his steak and cleared his throat.
"Breath of Ishtar?"
"Pot," Daniel answered. Jack nodded.
"Didi…whatsit?"
"Didila. Child. In a playful sense."
"Ningal?"
"Great Lady."
They were silent for a moment.
"Well, Jack, at least Ninurta has good taste in his choice of men," Sam commented. She and Daniel burst out laughing.
"You're outted, Jack!" Daniel declared between breaths, almost slipping out of his chair. "Be prepared to be hit on!"
Jack flung a crouton at him. "Only one man gets my ass, Daniel, so pass the word on whatever gay grapevine there is."
They managed to get through dinner with only minor teasing of Jack's status among the Anunnaki warriors. Sam was fine with the way security was shaping up, and only a little worried about some strange man in black leather that showed up. Jack told her he was the Major's favorite heart palpitation.
"How are you?" Jack whined, holding his hand out to her. She took it and smiled.
"Missing you guys," she said. He tugged and she went to him, sitting across his lap as he held her, pressing his face into her chest.
"Sam, did he tell you he did me?" Daniel mentioned with a teasing grin. Jack hid his face between her breasts.
"What? Really?!" She took his ears and dragged his face up, pressing kisses to the heated skin. "Did you like it?"
"Yes, I did," Jack admitted. "We'll be doing that again." Sam put her mouth to his and kissed him long and deep. Jack slid his hand up under her shirt and caressed her soft skin. He expertly unclipped her bra and took a breast in his hand. Sam moaned as he tore his mouth away and lifted her shirt up, reattaching himself to a nipple. Sam caught Jack by the hair as he tried to take the entire breast into his mouth. Daniel smiled at them and cleared the table.
"Over the couch," Sam breathed. Jack sent her off his lap and led her to the couch. He turned her around, undid her pants and shoved them down, and bent her over the back of the couch. Daniel made sure the door was locked after putting out the Do Not Disturb sign. It wouldn't do to have the guards enter at the moment the General was fucking his wife on the couch. He enjoyed the grunts and moans as he cleared off the beds. He didn't want to admit it, but he was actually too tired to play with them. Four days and nights of nothing except creating the presentation to end all presentations, was mentally exhausting and physically draining. He figured out how to run the spa and settled in for a soak. He was too tired to even play with himself.
He was shaken awake what felt like only minutes later.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked, unplugging the drain. "I'm worrying about aliens and terrorist attacks, and here you are trying to drown yourself. Come to bed, you can sleep there."
"I don't suppose you can carry me?" Daniel croaked. He must have been in there a while, the water was cold.
"You're about forty pounds heavier than I am. Get your pruned self outta there."
"Did you call me fat?" Daniel opened one eye to gaze blurrily up. Jack was standing over him wearing only a towel.
"No, I said you have more muscles than I do and you're frame is wider."
"My frame is wider…. Jack, you've been hanging out with the girls."
Jack threatened to drop the extra towel into the draining water. Daniel got out and dried himself off, made a half-hearted try at Jack's mouth, and collapsed on the bed. He snuggled under the covers next to Sam and she turned into his chest and smiled happily when Jack cocooned her in from the back.
They awoke in the morning to a pounding at the door. Jack opened one eye and contemplated the clock which read 6:07. Sam was gone and he assumed she had left for the university.
"Daniel! General!" came the pounding. "I'm coming in!"
"Come in, dammit!" Jack growled. Davis burst into the room holding a gun in the ready. He quickly looked around and checked on the bath. Jack leaned up on one elbow and shook Daniel awake.
"What's the problem?" Jack asked. Daniel grumbled and reached for his glasses.
"Sorry, Sir," Davis said, pulling the gun up. "Col. Philips was caught a couple of hours ago in the hotel across the street. He was armed, Sir. I was getting a little worried when you didn't answer the door."
Jack groaned and fell back. "Where did the intel come from?" he asked through his hands. Jack quickly pulled at the sheet as Daniel got out of the bed to pull a robe on.
"Nick spotted him, Sir." Davis politely turned his back when Daniel tossed Jack's robe to him before going to find coffee. Daniel's body was familiar territory, he was still unsure about the General. "Philips has been the Number One target on Nick's radar since he disappeared. Nick had a feeling Philips would show up for this event."
"Where is Philips now?"
"On his way to Malstrom, Sir. Gen. Maynard and Col. Crawford are on their way here to take him into custody."
Jack lifted an eyebrow; Maynard was taking it personally. He walked past Davis and into the main room to find the mug of coffee he knew Daniel had poured for him.
"You're here earlier than I expected, Major," Jack commented. "I thought you'd be dragging in at the last minute."
"I romped, Sir," Davis reported. "Not much sleep, but well romped."
Daniel chuckled and pulled an apple from the bowl on the table.
"Good for you, Major," Jack congratulated him. "I discovered how to exhaust Daniel -give him a presentation to spend a week preparing for. He tried to drown himself in the spa last night."
Jack went to take his shower, taking the coffee with him.
"I didn't try to drown myself," Daniel told Davis. "I fell asleep."
Davis waited. As soon as he heard the water, he collapsed into a chair.
"God, Daniel, I had sex with M'Net," he confessed. Daniel stared at him.
"Are you just going to leave me hanging with that?" Daniel demanded.
Davis smiled at him. "Details? Alright. It's slippery, almost a light slime. You know how great it feels to be rimmed? Imagine a 3 inch diameter tongue 10 inches long. And that's average, compared to the other Sue that were there. Those are big boys, Daniel. God, Daniel, he just held me, didn't move his hips or anything, just his penis moving in and out all on its own with internal muscles. I had someone blowing me while he was doing that, and I couldn't even think. He stretched me but it was a good stretch. He's tapered, no mushroom head, so between the shape and the natural lube, he slipped into me so easy, I couldn't believe how great it was. I tasted him, too. Sort of sweet, like a light syrup. And he's so sensitive, he practically shivered the entire time I was blowing him. His semen is sweet, too. About our consistency. He doesn't get hard or grow, but he stays at a constant firmness. Heavy muscles. Not quite as hard as we get, but hard enough for action. He loses semen after a while, but like the energizer bunny, he keeps on going. I could get addicted to a Sua for a lover. They don't kiss well, though, jaws aren't made for it. His tongue is raspy, like a cat. He rimmed me and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I'm still tingling."
"Damn," Daniel whispered, wide-eyed. "I think I need to get jumped, and now I'll have to wait until tonight. How many people were there? All male?"
"A few female," Davis said. "You know I can't play with women, so I really wasn't paying attention. No Sua females, there's about 6 Anunnaki females, and only 2 are warriors. It was a warriors only party. I'd say, human and Sua combined, about thirty. I did make my way through Ninurta and his boys. Erra is rough. My kind of rough. We got a little kinky," he confessed with a grin.
"Of course, you did," Daniel laughed. "Are you alright, though?"
"I'm fine," Davis assured him. He stopped as the bedroom door opened and Jack came out, showered, shaved, and dressed.
"You two look a little flushed," Jack said.
"Paul was telling me about his evening," Daniel said. "We missed one hell of a party, Jack. I think I need to get jumped." He batted his baby blues at Jack.
Jack smiled. "You'll need to wait," he informed Daniel. "We have your entourage showing up any minute, and I'm not going to make them wait while you get your ya-ya's out in the next room. The way you carry on, I'll be red-faced all day."
"You don't love me, I knew it," Daniel accused.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "I'm not that gullible. We can discuss my heartless nature later this evening after I've done my best to wear you out." While the two bickered, Davis answered the phone.
"Sir, the front desk says there's a woman asking to see you for just a few minutes," he said, holding his hand over the phone. "Says her name is Helen Alberts. You used to buy your Little League uniforms from her grandfather's shop."
Jack thought for a moment. "I'll go down."
He could feel the eyes on him as he strode across the lobby but guards were everywhere, so he wasn't concerned. It had been getting crazier than usual, with the upcoming seminar being touted as the must-see of the century. Jack had long since begun ignoring the long-lost cousins turning up. He was almost positive that there were no Chen's or Bolozky's on his family tree. And the orphaned Dr. Jackson was getting it even worse. The young woman standing at the front desk didn't look like one of the kooks, though, not in her shorts, t-shirt, and baseball cap.
"Ms. Alberts?"
She gave him a friendly smile and held out her hand. "General O'Neill. Thank you for meeting with me. My grandfather was Mauritz Meir. Do you remember him?"
Jack raised his eyebrows. "I do remember him," he declared, shaking her hand. "That was a very long time ago. He had three kids when I knew him, which one do you belong to?"
"I'm Johanna's," she said with a smile. "And three was all he and my grandmother had. He died just a few years ago. Some of your family still frequents the shop for uniforms, and he was so proud when he heard you made General. He would have busted his seams, if he had lived to see all this," she said, gesturing up and around. "He also lit a few candles in church when your son died. Your family reported that, too. My condolences, General."
"Thank you," Jack said. "And please call me Jack."
She nodded and picked up a box off the desk. "We wanted to do a little something, to show our appreciation, and our pride. Grandpa thought of you, and your brother, all the Little Leaguers, actually, as his kids, and he would have wanted this." She opened the box and pulled out a jacket. "I know the military could probably come up with better, but my family wants you to have this. There are ten in here, you can give them to whomever you'd like. We've already killed the template, so these are the only ones in existence."
Jack held up the denim jacket, taking in the stitched Tau'ri sigil on the back and the small SGC sigil on the front left breast.
"This is beautiful, Helen, thank you," he said in awe. People had been tossing gifts at them for a few weeks now, but this one he knew came from the heart. Old Maury was a rite of passage when they were kids; the uniform wasn't special unless it came from Mr. Meir.
"They're all mediums and larges," she said. "We were counting on military fitness. Oh, and…" she reached into the box and dug around, coming up with a much smaller box. "Five hundred in here," she said. "For special friends."
Jack opened the small box. It was filled with pins decorated with the Tau'ri. Jack was blown over. He put the boxes down and insisted on a hug which he received.
"I hope we got the sigils right," she said, stepping back. "We were going by internet chatter."
"Perfect," he assured her. "Would you like to attend the seminar?"
She laughed and waved a hand. "Love to, but it was filled within the first half hour of the announcement. The academics from all over the world are at each other's throats. It's been ugly."
"Dr. Jackson has the first 100 seats, and I know for a fact that he hasn't filled them all. Four tickets will be in your name." He handed the startled young lady one of the pins and made her promise to use the tickets in honor of her grandfather.
"And Helen? Make another template for the jackets, would you?" he asked. "I'll get you a count and sizes later. Private commission. The military will be paying for them. Start with mediums and larges, fifty each for now. Actually, make a few 1X and 2Xs. Some of our boys take their weightlifting seriously. Someone will come in to the shop and sign paperwork." He wrote his phone number on a scratch paper from the desk and handed it to her. "Keep this to yourself, please."
He shook out the jacket he had taken and put it on. It felt good. When he got back to the room, he tossed jackets Daniel and Davis, and kept one out for Sam.
"Cool!" Daniel declared, giving it a look over. Jack showed them the pins, too.
"And I gave away four of your seats," Jack confessed. He gave the name and Daniel was happy to fill in the seats. "Michael said he'd make it, but Mom and Dad don't want to deal with the crowds. They send their love, though. And David has been asking about Uncle Danny."
Daniel paused in his scribbling. "Uncle?"
"Welcome to family life." He gave Daniel's hair a ruffle. His cell phone rang and he looked at the ID. He didn't recognize it but answered it anyway, recognizing it as a UK number.
"O'Neill. Yes. Who? When?" He found paper and took Daniel's pen. "Fax it to me, please." He gave the caller his on-line fax number and hung up. He took Daniel's hands off the computer and tilted his chin up.
"Danny, Sarah Gardner is dead," he said gently. Daniel was blank for a moment and then whitened. "Suicide. I'm sorry."