Story portraying the strong friendship between Jack
O'Neill and Daniel Jackson
Gen, OC POV
SG-1 from a newbie Airman's POV.
past two months
every morning has started out the same. I prepare myself physically and
mentally for whatever the day might bring, then I eat my breakfast and
check my work assignment with Sergeant Ramsey.
for the top secret
Stargate Program inside CheyenneMountain has
culmination of a lifetime dream and a whole lot of hard work. I’d never
imagined I’d get clearance to work in such an important facility and
once I got
wind of it, it became my all-consuming dream.
myself of that fact so I never take an assignment for granted, no
big or how small. I’m finally approved for off world missions and have
every training drill and psychological exam the Air Force has thrown at
that’s left now is to wait for a spot to open up on an honest to
Team. Striving to be patient, I’ve tried to push the thought from my
wanting to gain from another’s misfortune.
twenty-five years old.
I’ve been in the Air Force for five years and I have the most exciting
the world, well, in the galaxy really. I can afford to be patient now.
that’s what I tell myself when the excitement overwhelms me... like
my first six
weeks here guarding the gate. No, not the Stargate... the entrance gate
complex. Basically, I’ve been guarding the parking lot. I’m not
mind you. Checking the cars in and out has afforded me the opportunity
and greet all of the base personnel. The SG teams, the scientists, the
staff, and even the high-ranking officers, including General Hammond,
to get by me first. I took the opportunity to memorize their names,
faces as they drove through. I’m sure none of them know mine. Most of
shoved their ID’s at me and grunted at my enthusiasm, no doubt
record, my name
is Andrew Lee Lockner. My parents, relatives and close personal friends
home call me Andy. My military buddies and the few friends I’ve made at
call me Lockner. My superior officers, when they have cause to speak to
all, call me Airman. I’m the only one who refers to myself as Andrew.
past two weeks,
I’ve been assigned to Captain Seitzer’s squad. When the klaxon warns of
unscheduled off world activation, it’s my job to race to the gateroom
my M-16 at the wormhole. It’s only happened once and the adrenaline was
to make my knees go weak and my heart to pound painfully in my chest.
part was that it turned out to be a drill ordered by Captain Seitzer to
‘condition’ me for the real thing. The guys refer to themselves as
Squad. The bell rings, our eyes widen, our hearts pound and we sweat
through our fatigues. You get the idea. Our CO stresses readiness,
complacent, no matter how many times the gate cries wolf.
great group of
guys and I was shocked at how easily they accepted me... well, aside
usual ‘prank the newbie’ stuff. For most of them, this is their
assignment, but it’s not mine. There’s nothing wrong with serving in
squad, it’s honorable and necessary, it’s just that there’s a lot of
and I have so many other dreams.
Seitzer pulled me aside at breakfast this morning and ordered me to the
infirmary. My first reaction was to assure him I was feeling fine. He
hand on my shoulder, tried to hide his smile and said, “Pre mission
escaped when I
gaped at him with my mouth open before managing a ‘yes, sir’. I felt
ass when my eyes actually teared up. That’s how I ended up here in the
Airman,” I order the man staring back at me in the mirror. This is it.
emotional. It’s just that... did you ever want something so bad, for so
that the thought of getting it is suddenly terrifying? Going off world,
danger, doing my job, that doesn’t scare me. The terrifying part is
if the wanting is going to end up being better than the having. I hope
Today, I’m finally going to find out.
Stargate before, for the experience of it, for training missions and
quick tour of the Beta site. I’ve never been through the ‘gate as a
full-fledged SG team member. Splashing water on my face and then
dry calms me down a bit. It’s not every day a dream becomes a reality.
teams are going off
world today. My current assignment demands my constant awareness of
and times. The truth is I always check the scheduled departures and
also know the names, ranks and rumored personalities of every single SG
All newbies do, especially newbies with off world clearance. Ever
newbies talk about? We spend endless off duty hours discussing our
team leaders, team members and our favorite missions. Not that we’re
mission reports, but the rumor mill runs just fine within the confines
mountain and even the unclassified mission details are so damn
Most of us can’t get enough of the tidbits of information that filter
our favorite teams and missions.
spend our time
discussing our ‘dream’ assignment. Our personal ‘dream team’, as it
Usually, we name our favorite team and keep them intact, but since
dreaming, sometimes we’ll switch the team members around, picking out
favorite team leader, favorite scientist, etc.
last three weeks
my dream team has been SG-12, and SG-12 is one of the three teams
go off world today.
commands SG-12. In my opinion, he’s the perfect leader and consummate
professional. He commands respect, but he’s soft spoken and fair
and this is important, it’s a well-known fact Major McKinley is one of
team leaders that has a soft spot for civilians and newbies.
Maxwell Avery is
SG 12’s 2IC. Captain Avery is easy to talk to and known around the base
up beat manner and his off beat sense of humor. Sergeant Malcolm Woods
their civilian archaeologist, Emma Crawford round out the team. The
archaeologist is in her early forties and has a sharp mind and an easy
Besides all this, I’m friends with Sergeant Woods. We’ve actually eaten
together. He loves his team and his CO and I always find myself
his stories and longing for a taste of the camaraderie he and his team
Of course, if it is SG-12 it’ll mean one of the team members isn’t
suddenly feel a twinge of guilt and hope my favorite team is okay.
would be fine too.
Not my dream team, but certainly a fine team just the same. I’m not as
with SG-7 personally, but I know their names and have heard nothing but
things about them.
team going out
is SG-1. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought. No need to worry.
would never send me, Andrew NEWBIE Lockner out with the premiere team
SGC. Besides, everyone on base is aware of SG-1’s fabled missions and
propensity for injuries, and as far as I know, the members of the SGC’s
flagship team are in perfect health... I hope.
palms sweat and
mouths go dry, the name strikes fear into the hearts of newbies
alien, Teal’c, the
former First Prime of Apophis, is a member of SG-1. I have no
against aliens, well, none that I’m aware of, and I constantly remind
Teal’c and I are comrades in arms, fighting on the same side against a
enemy. But no matter what I tell myself, Teal’c makes me nervous. He
smile much, and as far as I know, he rarely speaks. I’m not sure if
characteristic of all Jaffa
or if it’s just Teal’c. Either way, the man is intimidating.
there’s Major Samantha
Carter. Major Carter is the country’s leading astro physicist and
wormhole physics. Scratch that. Not in the country, in the world, the
leading physicist and wormhole expert. She’s also a Major, and a
beautiful and brilliant to boot. Talk about intimidating. I’m fairly
wouldn’t be able to string a coherent sentence together in her
Daniel Jackson is the
civilian archaeologist assigned to SG-1. Yes, THE Dr. Daniel Jackson,
who heads the entire Archaeology/Linguist Department of the SGC. The
Jackson who negotiates Earth’s treaties with friends and foes alike.
who opened the Stargate...THAT Dr. Daniel Jackson. And don’t forget,
the man I
bumped into in the commissary a few weeks ago, causing him to spill hot
all over himself. Dr. Jackson was annoyed at first but handled the
gracefully as I ducked my head and stammered out an apology.
of these factors
would be enough to explain why SG-1 is at the very bottom of every
wish list, but the number one reason makes the rest pale in comparison.
Teal’c, Major Carter, and Doctor Jackson aren’t reason enough to be
intimidated, the Team Leader of SG-1 also happens to be the 2IC of the
SGC facility, Colonel Jonathan O’Neill.
O’Neill the larger than life, living legend of the SGC, but it’s also
he eats newbies for lunch. Personally, I’m in awe of the colonel and
incredible list of accomplishments, including saving the entire
than once. I know everything there is to know about the colonel that
classified because, well, sappy as it sounds... he’s my hero. And
because of my
wealth of knowledge, I also know it’s best to steer clear of the man
possible. That’s pretty much a given, a newbie creed; no newbie ever
bear the brunt of the colonel’s biting sarcasm. I’ve never had any
conversation with any of SG-1, aside from the coffee mishap, and it
fine with me to keep it that way.
thinking of the
team possibilities as I put on my game face and enter the infirmary and
a sudden stop just inside the doors. Shit... SG-1. Colonel O’Neill,
Carter, Teal’c, and Dr. Jackson are standing around, apparently
their pre mission physicals. Maybe I’m not going out with them, maybe
just finishing up their physicals, maybe...
straightening that out, T. We’ll miss ya.” The rest of SG-1 add their
to the colonel’s. It sounds like Teal’c is going to the Beta site to
some dispute. I’m replacing Teal’c? That doesn’t even sound right to
Fraiser spots me
first. “Can I help you, Airman?”
I try to
fight off the
warm heat creeping up my face as all of SG-1 turn in unison to stare at
Damn it, I’m not a kid. I'd be fine if this wasn’t the infamous, the
SG-1, the ultimate Stargate team. I finally decide to buck up and fix
on the ranking officer. “Airman Andrew Lockner reporting for duty,
expression remains unchanged. I try not to take the lack of a greeting
insult; as far as I know, Teal’c’s facial expressions never change.
“Airman”, while Dr. Jackson gives me a vague smile and a slight nod
of them turn their attention back to the ‘soon to be departing’ Teal’c.
O’Neill looks me
over curiously. “Lochness? Like the monster?”
colonel sounds disappointed.
intervenes. Dr. Jackson calls Colonel O’Neill ‘Jack’?
hesitate and answers, “Daniel.” Dr. Jackson shakes his head slightly
sure what to say
or do so I just stand there like an idiot, a tongue-tied idiot.
brown eyes are on me again. “Get yourself checked out and then gear up,
Lockwood. We leave in thirty.”
corrects, sounding a bit irritated. Unless... unless he’s actually
Sir?” I respond. I
don’t want to take the chance of annoying the Head of the Archaeology
Department by ignoring him.
struggling to be patient. “I was telling Jack that your name is
I’m not a ‘sir’.
sir... er, Dr.
Jackson.” Is it possible for me to get any stupider?
‘Lochness’.” The colonel looks confused as he complains to Dr. Jackson.
Jack. The man’s
name is Lockner.”
me, the man in
question is standing right here and feeling like an unsuspecting victim
Jamie Kennedy Experiment.
aren’t there any
Airmen named Smith or Johnson hanging around here?” the Colonel asks.
Jackson mumbles in reply.
Fraiser comes to my
rescue and ushers me to a bed at the far end of the room and thankfully
the curtain for a little privacy. With all the physicals given around
confident of my good health, although meeting SG-1 may be causing my
pressure to be slightly elevated and my heart is definitely beating a
I’m out of sight,
I can still clearly hear Colonel O’Neill’s booming voice.
got a nice,
concise, easy name. I never mess it up. ‘Carter’,” he snaps off in a
obviously familiar. “And you, Jackson,
can’t get much more basic than that.” He sighs loudly. “A Smith or
would make life simpler.”
Jack.” I can hear
the exasperation in Dr. Jackson’s voice as he mutters his agreement.
finished. “Or a Wilson.
wrong with a Wilson?
a nice, common, easy name. Do we have a Wilson, T?”
maintenance gentleman that cleans our work area is named Wilson,
go...Wilson, the maintenance guy. Does anyone know if he has
to Teal’c as I sit as still as possible with the BP cuff around my arm,
not to attract any unwanted attention.
the Gateroom in
twenty, Lockhart!” the colonel bellows at me through the drawn drapes.
Sir,” I stammer, a
little bewildered and a lot overwhelmed.
Fraiser pats my arm
and gives me a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry, Airman, his bark is a
than his bite.”
time Dr. Fraiser
finishes up my physical I have exactly nine minutes to get to the
takes me six minutes to get to my locker and then check out my weapon.
usually do that right after breakfast but I was a little preoccupied
the armory in less
than three minutes. “Come on, Billings,
it up!” Billings
is a newbie like me. He’s been checking weapons in and out for about
getting’ it,” he
complains. “What’s the rush?”
going off world
in... SHIT! Two minutes.”
why the hell
didn’t ya say so?” He shoves my weapon toward me along with a healthy
ammo as I scribble my name on the appropriate lines.
yells after me
as I’m already hurrying down the hall.
me off, makes
the sign of the cross, looks heavenward and yells, “Good luck!”
exactly 09:03 when I
step into the Gateroom. The Colonel is already there, talking with
when he spots me.
Lockhurst, glad you
could join us.”
at the thought of being late for my very first off world mission. I’m
by the thought that at least the Colonel knows I was in the infirmary
slacking off somewhere. Not that he seems all that concerned.
we could just
convince Dr. Jackson to get his skinny little butt down here we’d be
he needed a few
more books, Sir.”
course he does,” the
colonel says agreeably.
back to me. “Were you briefed?”
sir.” When the hell
would I have been briefed?
Sir.” Before he
even looks at Major Carter she supplies the last three numbers of the
was going to
say that,” the colonel assures me.
embarrassment Colonel O’Neill, the second in command of the entire SGC,
fiddling with my web gear. In my haste to be on time, a few of the
became entangled and I didn’t want to stop to straighten them out.
in its proper
place,” the colonel says absently as he begins making the necessary
planet, 307 has an
ancient stone wall covered with some squiggly lines and little, tiny
on it for Daniel to play with,” he explains while pulling the shoulder
up a notch to tighten it.
like a raw recruit
on the first day of basic. The colonel doesn’t seem to notice as he
picking at my gear. “And there are trace amounts of Naquada in the
samples to entertain Major Carter.” I see the Major holding back a
smile as the
colonel pulls and tugs at me while my blush deepens.
‘fixing’ me and smacks my pack to signal he’s done. “Do you know what
leaves for us to do, Lockbury?”
unsure if he
expects an answer. “Sir?”
to watch them...
for three days. You and me, kid. We make sure they’re safe and happy,
rested and well fed. I assess, you guard and protect.”
Sir.” It’s not
exactly saving the world stuff, but it is my first mission.
relieved when Dr.
Jackson wanders into the Gateroom. Besides his full pack he’s also
duffle bag full of supplies, possibly the books Major Carter was
and a video camera.
O’Neill taps his
watch and holds it up to his ear. The colonel opens his mouth to speak
before he gets any words out Dr. Jackson interrupts him.
say a word, Jack.
The battery on the video camera was dead. I changed it and went down to
to pick up a back up.”
good-naturedly at Dr. Jackson. “And you couldn’t have checked the
before the moment we were set to embark on this glorious mission or
you have a go.”
It’s General Hammond up in the control room. This is really it. My only
is that I hope General Hammond didn’t see Colonel O'Neill straightening
yesterday,” Dr. Jackson complains to the Colonel as the ‘gate powers up.
you can test
those batteries, Daniel.”
not as anal
as you, Jack.”
am not anal.”
The colonel looks insulted.
do you think I’m
sir, you do like to double check everything three times.”
Lockaby, what do you think?”
looking at the
Stargate pleading with it to hurry up. “I-I don’t know, sir.” That’s
muddled brain can come up with for an answer. The colonel may or may
anal, but I’m a newbie with a capital N and I’m not dumb enough to
opinion on the subject.
Saved by the ‘gate. My first mission as a team member, a team member of
legendary SG-1 no less. I want to remember this.
That’s what I
am, prepared.” I hear the Colonel mumbling behind me as I step through
shimmering pool of energy.
energy readings and
initial soil samples were taken about a half of a mile from the
Dr. Jackson’s wall is approximately four miles away. After the four of
check out both locations, the colonel decides to accompany Major Carter
can keep an eye on the Stargate and orders me to guard Dr. Jackson at
whispers some advice
just before we part company. “If he won’t eat or take a break, guilt
have no idea
what that means.
Colonel practically whispers the name. He must be able to tell from the
my face that I’m still completely in the dark as to his meaning.
you want to do
your job. You’re new and you want to be able to report that everything
smoothly.” The colonel pats me on the back, wishes me luck, and sets
the ‘gate with Major Carter.
finally decide to follow my CO’s advice and get tricky with the hard
Dr. Jackson. Twice I’ve suggested a lunch break and both times he
reassuringly at me while answering, “Not hungry.”
excuse me, sir?”
Please call me
Daniel,” he says for probably the fifth or sixth time. It’s so hard to
legend you’ve respected and read about in training classes by his first
It would be like me calling the Colonel, Jack, or the General, George.
a civilian and I’m trying to be accommodating, so I take a deep breath,
like an idiot.
Daniel. Do you
think we could take a lunch break?” I can feel my face blushing at my
deception. “The Colonel told me to make sure you ate and I have to call
report in about a half hour.”
Daniel’s face. “You don’t have to worry about that, Airman. He knows
won’t blame you.” He seems to be thinking things over. “Well, maybe I
don’t you join me?”
He pulls himself up and grabs his backpack.
amazed that the
colonel’s advice actually worked. I haven’t had lunch yet so I decide
him up on the offer.
your name?” Dr.
Jackson asks as we both dig into our always-scrumptious MRE’s. At
think he’s kidding, though I suppose he might have forgotten it after
colonel butchered it so many times.
me an easy
smile. “I meant your given name. What do your friends call you?”
I have no
idea if this is
wise or even allowed. I’m certainly not going to tell him to call me
I decide on. He nods and keeps eating. After he’s done, he shows me
some of the
translations he’s working on.
fascinating, which seems to encourage him. “Thanks, Daniel.”
once he sees
I’m sincere in my thanks and says, “You’re welcome” as he turns his
to the wall, ready to get back to work. “Now you can report to Jack
eaten lunch and drank some water like a good, cooperative, little
help but smile at
his sarcasm. I key up the radio and enthusiastically call in my report.
of the day runs
just as smoothly and by nightfall I have to keep pinching myself as a
that I’m on a planet millions of miles from home sitting around a
the infamous SG-1.
Andrew, how long
have you worked at the SGC?” Dr. Jackson, er... Daniel, he wants me to
Daniel, now addresses me as Andrew. Wow! The guys back home are never
couple of months,
Daniel.” I’m trying not to blush at the familiarity in front of my
officers. I’m relieved neither of them flinch or seem the least bit
by my use of Dr. Jackson’s given name.
were your duties?”
He’s absently rummaging through one of his packs as he asks the
gate for a while. My assignment for the past three weeks has been
sounding truly interested. “Which did you like better?” I’m getting a
uncomfortable being the focus of attention, but I don’t want to be rude.
is definitely more exciting.”
wrong answer. That
seems to strike a nerve with my CO.
about that,” the Colonel interrupts, the edge in his voice immediately
garnering my full attention.
“I have a
you all go rushing in there with guns blazing and then say... moi,
through the gate, why do you keep your weapons raised on me even after
seen that it’s... ME?”
trained to keep
our weapons raised until ordered to stand down, sir.”
satisfied. “But you can see that it’s... ME.”
are the orders,
for a chance to
sir,” I exclaim,
trying to decide if this is a serious inquiry.
I ordered you to
stand down, would you obey?”
sir,” I answer a
little more slowly, uncertain where his train of thought is going.
the one coming
through the ‘gate. Ya see, that makes no sense at all. Are ya following
the colonel is
not an easy task, I haven’t a clue what he’s talking about. I can’t
if that warrants a ‘yes sir’ or a ‘no sir’ when Dr. Jackson comes to my
relieved the colonel is momentarily distracted from ‘gateroom security
Jackson has just
finished rifling through his pack back. “Yes. Damn, I forgot my
blend.” His voice trails off.
that be the same
Columbian blend you gave each of us a pound to try?”
was really looking
forward to some tonight.”
colonel pulls a bag of coffee secured in a plastic container out of his
and waves it in front of Dr. Jackson’s face. I swear none of my fellow
are going to believe me when I tell them what actually goes on out here.
you going to
share?” Dr. Jackson stares at the colonel with an impatient glare.
colonel ignores the
question. “Do you know WHY I have mine, Daniel?”
remembered yours and I forgot mine?” Both of Dr. Jackson’s eyebrows
Daniel. Not anal, PREPARED!” The Colonel is obviously enjoying himself.
“Carter...” he wags the coffee still in the original bag, “I didn’t
have it the
first time, but when I DOUBLE CHECKED, I went back and retrieved it.”
The Major smiles and nods her agreement.
Colonel turns his
attention back to Dr. Jackson. The doctor raises his index finger to
the colonel raises
his own finger. “Smell the contents before you finish that thought.” He
the shiny bag and holds the grounds under Dr. Jackson’s nose. Dr.
two deep sniffs before the colonel abruptly pulls the bag away. “Okay,
were you saying?”
Jack. You’re always so... prepared,” Dr. Jackson says sweetly.
smug smile, the
colonel pours the coffee into the filter Dr. Jackson quickly provides
prepared, Sir,” Major Carter comments as the colonel happily pours out
measurement by sight.
adds. “Painfully prepared...”
Colonel looks up.
“Hey, don’t push it,” he orders sharply.
has turned into
a nightmare. I’m only half asleep and struggling to wake up. Something
someone has a firm grip on me and won’t let go. A strong hand grabs at
just as I attempt to swing my fist around to break free from whatever
restrained. It’s not a dream and I start thrashing wildly, now fully
held firmly in place.
Lockner.” One hand
is suddenly so tight over my mouth I’m having trouble getting air and
authoritative, harsh whisper snaps me to full alert as I realize It’s
O’Neill. He checks to be sure I’m coherent before slowly removing his
my mouth. I involuntarily suck in a huge gasp of air.
doesn’t waste any
time. “Six Jaffa
just came through the ‘gate.” His hand is still on my chest and I’m
sure he can
feel my heart hammering. I can tell from his eyes this is not some
drill he’s decided to put me through. This is the real thing. I’m
ashamed at my
reaction... I’m absolutely terrified.
colonel’s talking to
me but I’m having a hard time focusing in on what he’s saying. What the
wrong with me? I try harder to pay attention.
you to position
yourself in the brush over there about fifty meters from the ‘gate.” He
out where he wants me. “Carter will be opposite your position. Daniel
and I are
going to try to get a little closer and catch the address of where
going if they dial out.”
minute. I don’t
like this plan at all. I’m supposed to crawl fifty meters through the
underbrush and then lay hidden in the bush by myself? It’s my first
I suddenly understand with clarity that ‘giving one’s life for one’s
is not as easy and as heroic as it sounds. It’s scary as all hell. What
if the Jaffa
catch me? I have a
secret fear of being made into a host. I can feel myself trembling. I
want to stay with Colonel O’Neill.
look at me.”
The Colonel places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes, jolting me out
of my doomed
thoughts. When we make eye contact he continues. “Don’t think. Trust
training. Carter is on the other side of the ‘gate. Daniel and I will
twenty feet directly behind the DHD. You’re not alone. We’re a team. Do
down my fear.
“Yes, sir.” I’m shocked at the confidence resounding in my hushed
He nods his
whispered approval. “Get in position, stay quiet and for god’s sake
your weapon unless one of us fires first.” He maintains eye contact to
I understand. And miraculously, I do.
sir.” He gives my
shoulder a final squeeze and disappears into the night. I take my CO’s
and clear my mind. Acting purely on instinct and adrenaline I silently
what I perceive to be the position that would best mirror Major
I take the safety off of my M-16 and point it at the four, real live Jaffa milling
‘gate and anxiously wait.
almost dawn when the
two missing Jaffa
come into view from the direction of Dr. Jackson’s wall and one of them
dialing up the ‘gate. Try as I might I can’t spot Colonel O’Neill or
Jackson in the trees behind the DHD. The ‘gate swooshes to life and the
leave as peacefully
as they came. I decide to hold my position until ordered otherwise.
daylight is breaking across the morning sky when Colonel O’Neill, Major
and Dr. Jackson stand up and converge on the Stargate.
yells, sounding a little concerned.
I jump up
get it, Daniel?”
Major Carter asks with concern.
annoyed. “Only a partial, one of them was blocking my view.”
see what we get from the symbols you did catch. What do you think they
knows what they
wanted. Daniel and I are going to go back to the wall and see if they
far. You and Lockner gather up the gear, then take cover in the trees
an eye on the ‘gate, just in case. As soon as Daniel and I get back,
sir.” Major Carter
answers for both of us and then glances back at me as we walk back to
campsite to pack up. “You okay, Airman?”
flushes red. No,
I’m not okay. I’m a failure. I was so sure I could do this job. I’ve
through hundreds of scenarios in my mind and in none of them did I
react like I
did today. Out here when it was real, when it counted, I shook like a
was scared to death. That’s what I can’t believe. How damn scared I
the major says
as we pack up the gear. “You did fine today.” I stare dumbly into the
wondering if she can read my mind.
ma’am,” I mumble in
reply. She doesn’t know. She wasn’t there. The Colonel knows; he saw my
my paralysis. Hell, I’m sure he felt me trembling when he put his hand
shoulder and he must have felt my heart pounding out of my chest with
This is the worst day of my life. I’ve never felt so humiliated. I
they’ll reassign me within the SGC or if they’ll get rid of me
in record time and wait in the cover of the trees in silence. An hour
Colonel and Dr. Jackson return.
far as we can
tell they weren’t at the wall.” Dr. Jackson informs us.
they took some
soil samples like we did,” the major theorizes.
middle of the
night?” The colonel bellows his disagreement. “Speaking of soil
you get everything you need, Carter?”
rolling his eyes.
It’s Dr. Jackson. I jump at the sound of his voice so close to my ear.
he managed to sneak up behind me. I guess it wasn’t too difficult
what kind of soldier I’m turning out to be.
sir,” I say to the
seeing the enemy up close for the first time, isn’t it?” His voice is
he doesn’t bother to remind me to call him Daniel.
sir.” I wish he’d
shut up and quit trying to be so damn understanding. It’s embarrassing
of the colonel, who’s military and knows what a coward I am. Dr.
Jackson is a
veteran of hundreds of missions but he is still a civilian. I’m a
soldier. Dr. Jackson placed himself within ten feet of the enemy in an
to read a ‘gate address while I cowered in the bushes trying not to pee
pants. That I was successful in staying dry is the only redeeming part
first, and most likely last, mission.
wracking,” the Colonel agrees.
Carter returns as
promised and a few seconds later we’re materializing in the Gateroom. I
slink out of there but the Colonel spots me.
Oops. Forgot about that. All I want to do is to go home. And I don’t
to my small, Colorado Springs apartment, I mean home, where my parents
my little brothers think I’m some sort of hero, no matter how much I
and no one has ever heard of the Stargate, or the Jaffa or SG-1.
is over fairly quickly since we’re all fine. The three of them talk
themselves about what the Jaffa
could have possibly been up to on P2X-307. I’m staying as quiet as
wishing I could disappear into the scenery, hoping they’ll forget I’m
as Dr. Warner
gives me the okay I jump off the table and make a run for the nearest
almost to the door before my CO’s unmistakable voice stops me cold. The
must have eyes in the back of his head.
sir.” Why the hell
they would need or want me at the debriefing is beyond me. My heart
pounding, wondering if the Colonel is going to tell General Hammond, in
of everyone, that I’m not fit to go off world.
our seats and SG-1,
the real SG-1, gives the General their reports and theories on the
watch the clock on the wall and try to visualize what I’ll be doing
was your first
been in here for
almost an hour and I’m wondering how long these things usually last.
I jump to
attention at the colonel’s voice.
Jackson is sitting to
my left and he nudges my arm. “The General asked how your first mission
attention. I have no idea if they discussed anything about my bumbling
the mission. I look at Colonel O’Neill, but I can’t tell from his
what he expects. He answers for me.
did a fine
job, General. He even got Daniel to eat his vegetables and come in
dark.” If I didn’t know better, I’d swear the Colonel gave me a barely
perceptible wink. It hits me then that he’s giving me a break. I’m
flabbergasted. This is the SGC, no place for losers and washouts. The
the planet is in our hands. Well, their hands.
filing out of the room when a clerk stops me and asks me to fill out
additional paperwork. She informs me I can take it home but I sit back
the conference room table alone, more than happy to comply, hoping the
clears out before I leave.
relieved that by the
time I get to the showers, SG-1 will most likely be gone. My heart
sinks when I
realize everyone's not gone. Colonel O’Neill is still here. I feel
thank him for not humiliating me in the debriefing. I have no idea what
say in his official report, but since he is Colonel O’Neill, I’m
doesn’t lie in his reports so I assume my time here is still short.
stuffing some civies
into an overloaded duffel bag. “Laundry,” he says in my direction. He’s
talking to me or to himself because the room is deserted.
I take a
“Thank you, Sir.”
He looks up
from his bag with a frown.
seems like the
hundredth time today I can feel heat creeping up my neck and I stare
his bag of dirty clothes. “Covering for me, Sir.”
his bag and
sits down on the bench beside me. “Lockner, if you really studied my
you say you did, you’d know that I don’t cover for people.”
is really red
now; I can feel it and I can’t look him in the eye. “I’m sorry, sir. I
mean to imply...”
interrupts me and cuts
right to the chase. “What exactly do you think you did wrong out
up at him and
stare in disbelief. To my shock the question appears to be sincere. He
there. How could he not have noticed?
I was really
scared out there, Sir.” It comes out in a whisper. I hope he heard me.
sure I can repeat it.
laughs at my confession. “That’s what’s gotten you so rattled, Airman.
flash, kid... we’re all scared out there.”
trying to let me off
the hook, but it’s not that easy, I’m not sure he understands. “No,
sir. I was
really scared.” I whisper the next part of my confession. “You saw that
saw was that you
crawled fifty meters, soundlessly I might add, through the brush to the
ordered you to and covered our asses while Daniel and I tried to figure
where those damned Jaffa
again, my CO rests
his hand on my shoulder. “A wise man once told me that it’s not how you
that proves your courage, it’s what you do. Do you understand?”
sir.” For the first
time since earlier this morning I start to feel hope that maybe I’m not
screw up after all. Colonel O’Neill is not one to mince words.
continues. “You positioned yourself as ordered, you stayed calm and
didn’t put any members of your team in danger and…” he quirks an
eyebrow at me,
“this is a biggie, you didn’t get me shot. Ya done good, kid.” He pats
shoulder that his hand had been resting on, grabs his overloaded bag
daydream about saving the world again when the Colonel sticks his head
inside the doorway. “Lockberg, we’re going out for a team dinner at
O’Neill, the bane
of every newbie in the SGC, is inviting me to dinner with him and SG-1?
manage to croak out a baffled, “Sir?”
and tilts his
head. “Steaks, I’m buying.”
answer, he bangs
on the doorframe twice and is gone. “Lockmiester!” he yells from
the hall, outside the locker room. “21:00 hours. O’Malley’s. Don’t be
I won’t be,” I
mumble to myself with a smile.
mission is over
and it was a success. If Colonel O’Neill, the 2IC of the entire SGC
says it was
a success, who am I, a lowly newbie, to argue with him.
getting a second wind
and I start to undress with renewed enthusiasm. I’m going out to dinner
SG-1 to celebrate the success of my first mission. My CO on the mission
Colonel Jack O’Neill and he’s buying. Nope, I’m not dreaming, I’ve
dreamed up anything this satisfying.
think I'll tell my
fellow newbies any of this stuff after all. I think I’ll just keep this
myself for a while.
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