Nothing Names - August 28th
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 28
Title: Nothing Names
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/SG1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Stargate people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn has an ally at the SGC.
Notes: Nothing Clones Part 2 - Links Page - This is a continuation of the story I started on TtH as part of July's FFA Challenge.
Seasons: Post-Series/Season 7 “Fragile Balance”
Word Count: 890
“The clone will be fine,” Thor assured them all as he and Jon exited the lab.
“Great,” Jack said. “We need to be returned to the SGC.”
“I’d prefer to be dropped at home,” Dawn told them.
“That’s not possible,” Daniel said. “We have to debrief you both. And Jon needs papers.”
Dawn looked at herself, dressed in a pair of shorts and camisole she had worn to bed. “Does this SGC mean I get clothes?”
“Yes, you’ll get clothes,” Sam agreed.
“Then I think it’s safer than showing up dressed like this with him.”
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Dawn straightened the black shirt and checked herself in the mirror. She was wearing a dark blue pair of BDUs. “These do nothing for a girl’s figure.” However, they covered her and they did - technically - fit, even if not flatteringly.
“Knock, knock,” Doctor Janet Fraiser’s voice made her turn to the door. “Are you good?”
“I’m dressed. So we’ll call that a step in the right direction.”
“I’m here to escort you to the briefing room.”
“Lead the way, doc.”
Dawn and Janet made their way down a few levels to a conference room. Sam and Teal’c were already present.
“Where’s the General?” Janet asked.
“He’s talking to the President,” Sam explained, indicating a closed door next to a window into an office.
“Sammy’s on the phone?” Dawn said with an excited squeal. She moved to the door and opened it. The bald man at the desk looked startled. She ignored him and deftly relieved him of the red phone receiver.
“Excuse me!” the General came to his feet.
“Sammy!” she said gleefully into the phone. “Dawn Summers.”
“What in the hell are you doing in the SGC, Dawn?” the President asked with an amused chuckle. “Are you the other person that Asgard took?”
“Yes. Apparently, it wanted to see if I held the key to some DNA problem.”
“How much are you telling them about you?”
“I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to. You know how we feel about the military.”
“I am well aware of Buffy’s distaste.” He sighed. “They’re going to have you sign a confidentiality agreement. You’ll need to do it.”
“S.O.P, I get it. But I want to take the clone with me.”
“He can’t tell you about anything more than Hammond and SG-1 will.”
“That’s not why,” she told him. “We’re just two of a kind, Sammy. Besides, if anybody can deal with someone who looks like a teen and acts like he’s closer to fifty…it’s us.” She grinned. “We also have some experience with extreme changes in circumstances.”
“That you do. Does the Council know?”
“This isn’t about them. I’m taking this on. It’ll fall completely on me if things go sideways. Besides, if we don’t want Buffy on another tear about the military, she can’t know what happened.”
“For the sake of plausible deniability, I don’t think we should discuss it any further.” He sighed. “Let me sort this out with Hammond.”
“Thanks, Sammy, I appreciate it.”
“I’ve got less than two months left before Hayes is sworn in. I would like to ride it out without an incident. Good luck, Dawn.”
Dawn passed the phone back to Hammond. She re-entered the conference room, pulling the door closed behind her, only to find the two women staring at her and Teal’c’s eyebrow raised.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“You just called the President of the United States Sammy,” Janet said.
“An annoying habit of my sister’s I picked up.” She flounced into one of the rolling chairs and picked up the pencil and started writing on the legal pad.
“How did you get on a first name basis with the President?” Sam asked.
“Save the world a couple of time and you make friends.”
Jon, Jack, and Daniel joined them. Daniel sat down next to her.
“What are you working on?” he asked.
“Well, I was trying to figure out some things about Jon,” she answered.
“Why don’t you just ask?” Jon said, taking the seat on her other side.
“Not things you actually know. Things that will have to go on forms, things you’ll have to learn to know without thinking about it.”
“Such as?”
“Name.”
His face went momentarily blank.
She reached out and touched his shoulder. “I’m guessing you want to keep O’Neill?”
“No,” he barked, his voice raising an octave. He cleared his throat. “No.” He gestured to Jack. “I’m not him.”
“Okay.” She tapped her pencil a few times and stared at the word ‘O’Neill’ on her paper. “Well, O’Neill…Naill…meaning…”
“Champion,” Daniel provided.
“Right.” She wrote it down. “There is also Neilson or Nelson. Different enough, but enough to phonetically keep you-”
“There is also his rank. It could be a surname.”
“And gets his attention immediately.”
“How do you know this?” Jack asked.
“I’ve created backgrounds for undercover work before.”
“What are you? Fourteen?”
“Seventeen,” she replied. “And while Willow is great at computers, she never thinks through the finer details. Besides I lie better than most of the Council.”
The door to Hammond’s office opened. “The President has approved Miss Summers’s plan. We will debrief her and Colonel O’Neill’s clone and then return them to Cleveland.”
“What’s it?” Jon said. “No asking me what I want.”
“What do you want, Jon?” Dawn asked seriously.
He had no immediate reply.
Title: Nothing Names
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/SG1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Stargate people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn has an ally at the SGC.
Notes: Nothing Clones Part 2 - Links Page - This is a continuation of the story I started on TtH as part of July's FFA Challenge.
Seasons: Post-Series/Season 7 “Fragile Balance”
Word Count: 890
“The clone will be fine,” Thor assured them all as he and Jon exited the lab.
“Great,” Jack said. “We need to be returned to the SGC.”
“I’d prefer to be dropped at home,” Dawn told them.
“That’s not possible,” Daniel said. “We have to debrief you both. And Jon needs papers.”
Dawn looked at herself, dressed in a pair of shorts and camisole she had worn to bed. “Does this SGC mean I get clothes?”
“Yes, you’ll get clothes,” Sam agreed.
“Then I think it’s safer than showing up dressed like this with him.”
88888888
Dawn straightened the black shirt and checked herself in the mirror. She was wearing a dark blue pair of BDUs. “These do nothing for a girl’s figure.” However, they covered her and they did - technically - fit, even if not flatteringly.
“Knock, knock,” Doctor Janet Fraiser’s voice made her turn to the door. “Are you good?”
“I’m dressed. So we’ll call that a step in the right direction.”
“I’m here to escort you to the briefing room.”
“Lead the way, doc.”
Dawn and Janet made their way down a few levels to a conference room. Sam and Teal’c were already present.
“Where’s the General?” Janet asked.
“He’s talking to the President,” Sam explained, indicating a closed door next to a window into an office.
“Sammy’s on the phone?” Dawn said with an excited squeal. She moved to the door and opened it. The bald man at the desk looked startled. She ignored him and deftly relieved him of the red phone receiver.
“Excuse me!” the General came to his feet.
“Sammy!” she said gleefully into the phone. “Dawn Summers.”
“What in the hell are you doing in the SGC, Dawn?” the President asked with an amused chuckle. “Are you the other person that Asgard took?”
“Yes. Apparently, it wanted to see if I held the key to some DNA problem.”
“How much are you telling them about you?”
“I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to. You know how we feel about the military.”
“I am well aware of Buffy’s distaste.” He sighed. “They’re going to have you sign a confidentiality agreement. You’ll need to do it.”
“S.O.P, I get it. But I want to take the clone with me.”
“He can’t tell you about anything more than Hammond and SG-1 will.”
“That’s not why,” she told him. “We’re just two of a kind, Sammy. Besides, if anybody can deal with someone who looks like a teen and acts like he’s closer to fifty…it’s us.” She grinned. “We also have some experience with extreme changes in circumstances.”
“That you do. Does the Council know?”
“This isn’t about them. I’m taking this on. It’ll fall completely on me if things go sideways. Besides, if we don’t want Buffy on another tear about the military, she can’t know what happened.”
“For the sake of plausible deniability, I don’t think we should discuss it any further.” He sighed. “Let me sort this out with Hammond.”
“Thanks, Sammy, I appreciate it.”
“I’ve got less than two months left before Hayes is sworn in. I would like to ride it out without an incident. Good luck, Dawn.”
Dawn passed the phone back to Hammond. She re-entered the conference room, pulling the door closed behind her, only to find the two women staring at her and Teal’c’s eyebrow raised.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“You just called the President of the United States Sammy,” Janet said.
“An annoying habit of my sister’s I picked up.” She flounced into one of the rolling chairs and picked up the pencil and started writing on the legal pad.
“How did you get on a first name basis with the President?” Sam asked.
“Save the world a couple of time and you make friends.”
Jon, Jack, and Daniel joined them. Daniel sat down next to her.
“What are you working on?” he asked.
“Well, I was trying to figure out some things about Jon,” she answered.
“Why don’t you just ask?” Jon said, taking the seat on her other side.
“Not things you actually know. Things that will have to go on forms, things you’ll have to learn to know without thinking about it.”
“Such as?”
“Name.”
His face went momentarily blank.
She reached out and touched his shoulder. “I’m guessing you want to keep O’Neill?”
“No,” he barked, his voice raising an octave. He cleared his throat. “No.” He gestured to Jack. “I’m not him.”
“Okay.” She tapped her pencil a few times and stared at the word ‘O’Neill’ on her paper. “Well, O’Neill…Naill…meaning…”
“Champion,” Daniel provided.
“Right.” She wrote it down. “There is also Neilson or Nelson. Different enough, but enough to phonetically keep you-”
“There is also his rank. It could be a surname.”
“And gets his attention immediately.”
“How do you know this?” Jack asked.
“I’ve created backgrounds for undercover work before.”
“What are you? Fourteen?”
“Seventeen,” she replied. “And while Willow is great at computers, she never thinks through the finer details. Besides I lie better than most of the Council.”
The door to Hammond’s office opened. “The President has approved Miss Summers’s plan. We will debrief her and Colonel O’Neill’s clone and then return them to Cleveland.”
“What’s it?” Jon said. “No asking me what I want.”
“What do you want, Jon?” Dawn asked seriously.
He had no immediate reply.