The Beginning of Things Unknown
By Tarra O'Neal
Spoilers: None
Season ~ Sequel Info: Anytime during Season Four or Five.
Rating: I am going to label this PG – But it could probably
have a G rating.
Content Warning/Info:
This was my first SG fanfic. It
was actually instigated by the First Day at the SGC
website. This is also in a first person
POV. (Oh and this is the revised version—so
if you go to the above site and the stories don’t match, that’s why!)
Disclaimers: They are
stated on homepage.
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“What am I doing here,” I mumbled under my breath.
Two U.S. Air Force Lieutenants had escorted me from my
So here I was sitting in a briefing
room in jeans and a leather button-up shirt.
Those two brutes didn’t even allow me to change clothes. My hair was an absolute mess, having only enough
time to pull it back in a not-so-great ponytail. I had just got back from one of those cowboy
nightclubs with some friends. (Note to
self: Drop an email to friends to let
them know I am okay. Oh, and call
Mother, or she’ll show me the meaning of top secret).
One of the two thugs remained
behind to “guard” me. He was kind of good looking in a disciplined sort of
way. He was fairly young and his hair
was blond from what I could see under his military regulation hat. This guy has
got to smile sometime! I’ve gotta try
one more time. Being a born and bred
Texan we never let up.
“So, do ya have a girlfriend or
something? What do you do for fun? How
‘bout those
“Come on let loose or
something. You shouldn’t be so
uptight!” His cheek ticked at that last
remark.
“I bet you have a cute set of dimples if you’d
let them show.” He smiled!
“See, I knew you had it in ya……” I joined him in laughter.
Obviously I was so involved in
getting the lieutenant to smile that I didn’t notice that some more military
people had walked in. I glanced up and
five sets of eyes were observing me. One
was quite superior looking, a general I’m guessing. One was a woman with short blond hair, with a
slight smile. Another had to be a
scientist by the looks of him; short cropped hair, but enough for the military,
and glasses. He was cute. The next one was quite peculiar looking, a
big guy with a gold tattoo or insignia of some sort on his forehead. Then I saw him. He gave new meaning to the phrase tall, dark,
and handsome. Okay, so he had grayish
hair, but it was really sort of sexy.
And those eyes…the brownest eyes I had ever seen. They had laughter shining from them, even
though the corners of his mouth were barely lifted.
“Mind if we get this meeting to order,” the
general interrupted.
The young lieutenant sobered
quickly, causing my own laughter to halt.
He apologized for “our”
behavior.
“You don’t have to apologize for
me. I can do that on my own. And as for this,” I said as I waved my hand
around to indicate the “lack of control”.
“You military types don’t laugh nearly enough.”
I think I shocked some of them with
that remark. The scientist looked quite
uncomfortable. The general’s face tinged
red. The blond was observing the
general. The big guy with the tattoo was
stone faced. Brown-eyes was just staring at me with a smirk. The group made their way to their seats as
the lieutenant was dismissed.
“I’d like to know why I was
practically drug out of my home in the middle of the night with no explanation
except to pack what I could in an hour,” I said gesturing to my bags in the
corner.
The General spoke up. “I think introductions are in order
first. I’m General Hammond. This is Colonel Jack O’Neill, Major Samantha
Carter, Dr. Daniel Jackson, and Teal’c.
They are the team that makes up SG-1.
SG-1, this is Dr. Drew O’Hanlon; she will be the newest member of
SG-1.”
“Okay, so everybody knows
everybody. So what’s the deal? Why am I here,” I asked.
The General flipped through a file
folder about a quarter of an inch thick.
“It says here you are the youngest person to obtain a doctorate in your
fields. And is it also true that you can
decipher every known language past and present?”
“Yeah... I’m twenty-five and have a
PhD in Ancient Dialects and Archeological Sciences. And that has to do with...what,” I asked with
growing irritation. I could feel a set of eyes boring into me. I glanced over and saw that the handsome
Colonel, (Jack was it?), had his eyes trained on me. What was his problem? Did I have horns growing out of my head or
something?
“Dr. O’Hanlon,” the General said
regaining my attention. “What this
project entails is something you have never before encountered. Trying to explain would be pointless. Perhaps showing you would get the point
across.” A heavy metal wall began rising
from the floor showing a Plexiglas reinforced window behind it.
“So what is this,” I asked with
reserve.
“Take a look for yourself,
Doctor,” Jack said in a deep voice laced with humor.
I stepped forward and looked out
the window. A large iron-like ring stood
in the center of the room. The ring had
a second ring sliding around and stopping at various intervals along it. All of a sudden the hollow center of the ring
burst into a liquid trail as it emerged and then drew back to the opposite side
and then calmly steadied in the center again glowing blue. A group a five people walked out of the ring
and onto the platform.
“What is that,” I asked; my
all-tough bravado silent for once.
“That, Doctor, is The Stargate. Welcome to SG-1, Doc,” Jack said with a wide
grin.
Continued….
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