Jonny entered the conference room, carrying a laptop and his specialty coffee mug. He sat at the head of the table, set up his laptop and pulled up some translations he was working on to pass the time while everyone arrived.

Jonny was in a fit. Before Daniel had come, he'd felt a tingling at the base of his neck. Now he knows what it is: a goa'uld symbiote. Now that he thinks about it, it's always been a low buzz all these years. Probably because of Carter and Teal'c. But after the split he wasn't around them anymore and when he was at the SGC before he left on the ( Read more... )

To: Dr. Elisabeth Weir, Ph.D ( Read more... )

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Jonny sighed as he sat down at his desk in his quarters. He had letters to write ( Read more... )

Jonathan O'Neil was many things. He was a slacker, to a degree. He had problems with authority. He had issues with kids handling weapons, despite what he'd seen the Athosian boys do with them or the reports from M7G-677. But he also was honorable--that was one thing he and Sheppard had in common; never leave a man behind. Ever--and very observant ( Read more... )