Fic: Minor Characters I: Odd Man Out (9/19)
Title: Minor Characters I: Odd Man Out (9/19)
Fandom: Stargate
Rating: T
Genres: action/adventure
Summary: Everyone knows SG1... but what about the other teams on the roster? Here's one of them. Meet Major Thomas Moore, Captain Laura Greenspan, Lieutenant Maureen Reece and Master Sergeant Simon DeLisle - also known as SG10 - and accompany them on the mission that made them a team.
A/N: Ngh. I honestly didn't remember that I still oweed you all the missing chapters to this one and the other already finished stories, not to mention finishing the one that's still lurking around my hard drive... anyway. Here we go.
PS.: Can it be? LiveJournal finally got back to automatically erasing Word junk code? Can it be?
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Chapter Nine
Reece
God, it’s freezing. And I can’t even reach for my gloves because I’m pretty sure my every move is monitored. Besides, I’m supposed to be a tough guy. Tough guys don’t wear gloves. I know that because the Major never wears gloves. Might explain the crappy condition of the skin on his hands. When we’re back at the SGC I’m gonna force him to use some hand lotion. And I’m gonna force him to wear gloves as long as he’s in my body. I like my hands the way they are.
Anyway, it’s still freezing. And I can’t see a thing because even though I managed to scrunch my forehead enough to push up the band over my eyes enough to see at least the ground I’m walking, it’s still dark. Wind keeps tugging at the BDUs and cutting into every inch of exposed skin with razor sharp blades of cold. Why did these guys have to appear just before we could go home and resolve this stupid body-changing mess we’re in? And why did their supersecret lair have to be on a goddamned ice planet?
Someone pushes me from behind and I managed not to stumble over my own legs, which is pretty difficult because they are so much longer than mine. But at least I’m on firm ground that isn't covered in snow again and the wind has stopped. Artificial light throws shadows on the floor. We’re obviously in some kind of building.
A rough hand yanks the bandage from my eyes, and I blink because the sudden impact of light doesn’t feel all too good. Immediately I take a look around me and thank God the moment I see all my team members are still with me. God knows what I would have done if they’d had separated us from each other.
The leader guy steps in front of me and says with a sneer, “Welcome to your new home, traitors. We’ll make it as cozy for you as we can. If you’ll please follow us?” He makes a mock bow and turns around, leading the way. Another push from behind tells me to move. After a walk through several hallways we stop at a door. The leader takes out a transponder and opens it. “Ladies, your room.” Another sneer, this time with a definite amount of lewdness. I shudder involuntarily when I remember the way his cronies groped Laura and the Major. I’ll never forget the weird feeling I got when seeing my own body being violated and not being able to do anything against it.
I nod towards Laura and the Major, saying, “Do what he says. I’m sure his men will keep us all safe.”, and throw a pointed look at the two guys who groped them. They only give me a challenging grin.
Then Dee and I are pushed to the next door and let into it as well. Before they can lock us in, I manage to throw a look at the weapons they took from us right after stepping on-planet and say, “Be careful with the P90. If I see only so much as a scratch on it, we’ll have to have a nice long chat about it.” He chuckles, then closes the door. Now it’s only Dee and I again.
Dee
When the door is closed again, I can see the mask slipping from his… her face for a fraction of a second and am about to ask how she feels when I remember the reason she most probably hasn’t given up the mask yet: we’re being watched and listened to. So instead of being concerned I say, “What do you think, sir?”
She sits down on the bed, shrugs and says, “Seems like they’re a merry little bunch of paranoids. Not my problem. If that makes them feel better, so be it. Main thing is we’re away from those stupid idiots in the SGC.” Again I wonder how she’s doing it. In the small moment I saw her letting the mask slip I could recognize for a few moments that this is really taking its toll on her, but all I see now is a bored guy who looks like Major Moore and also doesn’t.
I sit down on the bed opposite to her and adopt her attitude. “Sure thing. What are we gonna do now?”
She lies down, folds her arm behind her head and says, “Make the best of the situation: go to sleep.” With that she closes her eyes and seems like she has no other care in the world. I try to follow her example, but I’m not sure if my acting is as good as hers. I lie down, fold my arms and close my eyes.
But sleep just won’t come. Too much is going through my heads. Will the “contacts” verify our story? Will Reece be able to hold up the mask for as long as it takes to find out where we are and get back to the SGC to get reinforcements? Will the Major be able to hold up his role as well? Honestly, I don’t know if I could. Being in the body of a woman… really can’t imagine that.
Then a strange thought crosses my mind. Maybe… maybe the Major will be able to see what it means to be Lieutenant Reece. I smirk. Knowing him this whole ordeal might be the only possible way to get into his think skull that he needs to treat her differently. Whoever thought that whole strange bowl incident could maybe bring something good?
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TBC in Chapter Ten.