by Anne
Disclaimer: The characters of Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Sam Carter, Teal’c, General Hammond, Janet Frasier, Apophis and anybody else you recognise from the SGC do not belong to me. Neither does the concept of the Stargate, SGC, and the Goa’uld and any thing else related to the series Stargate SG1. They belong to Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Products.
The characters of Methos (a.k.a. Adam Pierson), Joe Dawson, Connor MacLeod and Duncan MacLeod belong to Panzer/Davis, Rysher/Gaumont Television. So do the concepts of Immortality, the Game and the Watchers.
Likewise the characters of Adam Newman, Megabyte Damon, General William Damon, Ami Jackson, Jade Weston, Kevin Wilson or any names or events linked to the Tomorrow People TV series do not belong to me either. They are the property of Roger Damon Price, Thames/Tetra and ITV Television.
“So what exactly do you know about this guy, Daniel?” asked Colonel Jack O’Neill. “Apart from the fact that he knows more about your favourite subject than you do?”
SG1 were sitting around the conference table in the debriefing room, listening to Daniel enthusiastically sing the praises of his new friend. Daniel had all his papers strewn over the oval table, and was showing them the translation that Adam had given him.
“I didn’t say he knew more than I did. I just said he could translate the manuscript and I think we should give him a chance to try. I’m not inviting him to see the Stargate or anything like that, just look at the manuscript.”
“But what if he wants to know where you got it from? Are you going to say, well, I just popped through this device called a Stargate that we use to travel to other planets, and there it was buried at the side of a river. Oh and by the way there’s this nasty alien involved, and he probably put it there,” came the sarcastic reply. O’Neill poured himself a cup of coffee, leaned back in his chair, and waited to see how the younger man would respond to his question. It was going to be hard to talk Daniel out of this one. When he got an idea in his head, he could be quite determined.
“I think Daniel’s got a point “interrupted Major Samantha Carter, ignoring the glare that O’Neill gave her. “ Maybe this guy Adam can help decipher the prophecy or whatever it is. We need to find out if this manuscript and the strange stone that seems to have come with it are worth worrying about or not.”
“You don’t actually believe in prophecies, do you?” O’Neill snorted in disgust. Academics, he thought, and now they were thinking of asking another one to join them. He could just imagine Daniel and this Pierson guy spending hours discussing the real meaning behind the manuscript. He was more interested in the stone itself. Surely they must be connected somehow? He had been hoping it was some kind of weapon that they could use in their fight with the Goa'uld and that the manuscript was the instruction manual. It seemed a bit strange to keep a piece of stone in a lead lined box – must be something special about it. Daniel seemed to be sure that it was a prophecy of some sort. He blamed Pierson for that and hoped he wasn’t being lead off on a wild goose chase.
“ O’Neill,” Teal’c the fourth member of SG1 interrupted his train of thought. “My people, the Jaffa, have found some of these prophecies, as you call them, to be quite correct in the past. In fact some people that have ignored them, as you are trying to do, have not lived to regret their actions.”
O’Neill knew when he was outvoted. “Okay, I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm for your new friend to see the rest of the manuscript. But no mention of where it came from and I want to run a complete check on the guy first. Also I want to come with you when you meet him again.”
O’Neill checked the time on his watch for the fifth time in the same number of minutes. The bar seemed quite empty. Obviously most of the patrons did their drinking in the evening. He looked around the place, and made a note to come and try it out the next time he was off duty. As well as the usual jukebox in the corner, there was also a piano and a small stage. His eye caught a poster lying on the bar, a live band played in the evenings, a jazz ensemble, he noticed, reading a bit further. Yes, he’d definitely come and check it out. Maybe it was time to introduce Teal’c to yet another new concept.
He looked at his watch again. “I thought you said Adam would be here at 2pm?” asked O’Neill. “It’s ten past now. Doesn’t say much for his reliability.”
“He must have got held up. I’ll go and ask Joe Dawson if he’s heard anything.” Daniel wandered over to the bar, and started talking to Dawson.
The bartender shook his head. He seemed to be surprised that Pierson hadn’t shown yet, surprised and maybe a bit worried. “Haven’t heard anything, sorry. He should be here soon. I can check his cell phone if you like. Adam’s usually on time.” Unless he’s deliberately running late, he thought to himself. I wouldn’t put it past the old guy. Ah, speak of the devil.
“I got held up. Phone rang at the last minute.” Methos shot Joe a look. He slid onto a barstool and gratefully took the beer that his friend put in front of him. “MacLeod seems to think I’m a walking fountain of information when he needs it. I thought that was your job description.”
MacLeod…. That was one of Pierson’s friends. O’Neill remembered the research he had run on the guy. He supposed it made sense for an historical researcher to hook up with a former antique dealer. He stepped forward. “Hi, I’m Jack O’Neill. You must be the Adam Pierson that Daniel’s been talking about” And talking about and talking about, he added to himself.
“Didn’t know you were bringing a friend?” Methos directed the question at Daniel suspiciously.
“Jack’s okay. We work together, so he wanted to see what you thought of our manuscript.”
“Are you an archaeologist as well?” Methos was sure he saw the other man shudder at the thought.
“ Definitely not,” Came the reply.” You might say I work in the field, finding artefacts and suchlike” Daniel shot him a peculiar look. More going on here than meets the eye thought Methos. Whatever O’Neill was, he certainly didn’t strike the immortal as an archaeologist, well not the usual stereotype of one, anyway.
“What about the manuscript then. Have you got it with you?”
[I should have never have let you talk me into this] telepathed Megabyte Damon to his friend Adam Newman. He was bored, very bored and his expression was beginning to give his feelings away. There was just so much of looking at diagrams and photos that he could take. Listening to lectures wasn’t high on the list of things he enjoyed doing either, in fact they usually sent him to sleep. Now if he could get a quick look at their computer system, then he could find out what really went on in this place.
The Australian turned to his friend. [Well, it doesn’t hurt you to help your father out once in a while and play the dutiful son.] Adam realised that wasn’t exactly the right comment to make as soon as he had ‘said’ it, and was quite relieved when he saw a familiar face approaching them.
“Enjoying the tour?” General William Damon asked his son.
“Yeah, sure. I bet all the really interesting stuff is well hidden somewhere else though.” Megabyte didn’t even try to keep the bored tone out of his voice as he replied.
Bill Damon smiled to himself. He knew Megabyte well enough to know that the boy wasn’t really interested in seeing the official tour of the Cheyenne Mountain complex. The invitation had said he could bring his son and so he had offered, not thinking for a moment that he would actually come. He had a feeling that the change of mind had come from Adam, not Megabyte, especially when his son had asked if the elder Tomorrow Person could come as well. Adam seemed curious to see what resources the military had when it came to ‘watching the skies’ even if it was just the official version.
“So what do you think, Adam?”
“I agree with Megabyte. I think the unofficial equipment is probably more interesting.”
Damon groaned inwardly. He hoped the two boys weren’t going to try and go on an ‘unofficial tour’ “I hope you’re not getting ideas. It wouldn’t be a good idea for the two of you to get involved with the Military you know.”
“Don’t worry Dad,” the redhead grinned. “ We wouldn’t dream of it” He glanced around the series of corridors leading off from the main lecture room, and wondered what was behind all those doors. The ones marked restricted access looked very interesting. Maybe he should have a look around later. A burst of telekinesis would soon solve the problem of any locks. Megabyte looked at his father again, this time with an expression of pure innocence.
Adam looked at his friend suspiciously, he knew that look. Much as he wanted to know what went on in this place himself, he’d have to remind Megabyte what would happen if the military ever found out about their abilities. The world, and especially the military weren’t ready to find out about the existence of the Tomorrow People yet. They’d already come across people wanting to force them to use their powers against others. He didn’t want to tun the risk of it happening again. They might not be so lucky next time.
His train of thought was interrupted by the approach of a dark-haired well-built man in a military uniform. He’d wondered how long it would take the corporal to notice that they’d lagged behind the main group.
“Come on,” called the tour guide. “Wouldn’t want to leave you behind, would we?”
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