Science Lab, Saturday
The lab was open, in case anyone had any experiments to run or final projects to work on, or in case they had any questions.
Sam was there, planning to catch up on her journal reading. First, though, she had to make a phone call.
"O'Neill."
"It's Carter." Where had that come from? She hadn't referred to herself that way in years.
He sounded amused, "I know, that's why I picked up. And I know I'm at work, but I thought we gave up on the O'Neill and Carter crap a long time ago. Why the hell are you in Maryland?"
Sam sighed. "Wrong Carter, sir."
"Carter, you can't honestly think I thought you were my wife." She practically heard his eyes rolling at her. "I meant why aren't you in Colorado? Or off gallivanting with your boy wonder?"
"He's not--" The sound he heard might be the clenching of her teeth, yes. God, he was aggravating. "I'm teaching. In Fandom."
"I thought your amazing magical island was in Virginia?"
"It's a long story that you don't really want to hear about anyway." Sam began to wish she'd poured some alcohol into her coffee.
"No, I really don't. The other you might, but she's not here right now."
She would not ask. She would not ask. Still, it was ingrained. "Is everything okay?"
"In the world being attacked by the Goa'uld sense, sure, at least for the moment. I think Hammond wants to give me permanent command, though."
"So, the world may still end, is what you're saying." Sam laughed.
"Thank you. Which is what I keep saying."
He'd take it eventually, she knew. He might hate it, but he'd take it. "Anyway, I called for a reason."
"I figured. Do I need to call for a translator?"
"No, sir." She ran a hand through her hair. "Remember the guy I was telling you about a while ago? Cameron Mitchell?"
"Sure."
Sam rolled her eyes, thankful he couldn't see her. "You have no idea, do you?"
"I could have an idea if I wanted to." He chuckled. "Fine, remind me."
"He was another student, he graduated and went home to his universe, then to the Air Force Academy."
"I like him already."
Somehow she'd known she wouldn't be able to get through this without interruptions. "His world's gone, Jack. Some kind of alien invasion. The entire planet died of a disease."
"Crap. What happened to this Mitchell guy?"
"You mean, after he buried his family and watched his friends get hunted down? After he fought in the rebellion against them?"
"Jesus, Carter. Yes, after that."
She figured he was pacing around his office now. "He came to live with me for a while." And that was all she was going to say about that, thank you very much. "Now, he wants the SGC, and I want him to have it."
"So let him go back to the Academy--"
Sam interrupted, "He's already been to the Academy, and then he went to war. I'm not asking you to put him in charge of a team, sir. Just let him in, to train with the next round of cadets." Or maybe the next round after that, depending on when he was ready. "Give him something to do, let him fly, give him people to care about again. Trust me, sir, you won't regret it."
"Can the sir crap, Carter."
"Yes, sir. Oh, and ask him about the aliens, when you get the chance. I think we need to be ready."
"We?"
Damn. Of course he'd picked up on that. "I'm always here if you need me. You know that."
"Yeah, I know. Tell the kid to call me when he's ready."
"Thank you, sir."
"Anytime, Carter."
[ooc: Lab is open, but flying OCD free!]
Sam was there, planning to catch up on her journal reading. First, though, she had to make a phone call.
"O'Neill."
"It's Carter." Where had that come from? She hadn't referred to herself that way in years.
He sounded amused, "I know, that's why I picked up. And I know I'm at work, but I thought we gave up on the O'Neill and Carter crap a long time ago. Why the hell are you in Maryland?"
Sam sighed. "Wrong Carter, sir."
"Carter, you can't honestly think I thought you were my wife." She practically heard his eyes rolling at her. "I meant why aren't you in Colorado? Or off gallivanting with your boy wonder?"
"He's not--" The sound he heard might be the clenching of her teeth, yes. God, he was aggravating. "I'm teaching. In Fandom."
"I thought your amazing magical island was in Virginia?"
"It's a long story that you don't really want to hear about anyway." Sam began to wish she'd poured some alcohol into her coffee.
"No, I really don't. The other you might, but she's not here right now."
She would not ask. She would not ask. Still, it was ingrained. "Is everything okay?"
"In the world being attacked by the Goa'uld sense, sure, at least for the moment. I think Hammond wants to give me permanent command, though."
"So, the world may still end, is what you're saying." Sam laughed.
"Thank you. Which is what I keep saying."
He'd take it eventually, she knew. He might hate it, but he'd take it. "Anyway, I called for a reason."
"I figured. Do I need to call for a translator?"
"No, sir." She ran a hand through her hair. "Remember the guy I was telling you about a while ago? Cameron Mitchell?"
"Sure."
Sam rolled her eyes, thankful he couldn't see her. "You have no idea, do you?"
"I could have an idea if I wanted to." He chuckled. "Fine, remind me."
"He was another student, he graduated and went home to his universe, then to the Air Force Academy."
"I like him already."
Somehow she'd known she wouldn't be able to get through this without interruptions. "His world's gone, Jack. Some kind of alien invasion. The entire planet died of a disease."
"Crap. What happened to this Mitchell guy?"
"You mean, after he buried his family and watched his friends get hunted down? After he fought in the rebellion against them?"
"Jesus, Carter. Yes, after that."
She figured he was pacing around his office now. "He came to live with me for a while." And that was all she was going to say about that, thank you very much. "Now, he wants the SGC, and I want him to have it."
"So let him go back to the Academy--"
Sam interrupted, "He's already been to the Academy, and then he went to war. I'm not asking you to put him in charge of a team, sir. Just let him in, to train with the next round of cadets." Or maybe the next round after that, depending on when he was ready. "Give him something to do, let him fly, give him people to care about again. Trust me, sir, you won't regret it."
"Can the sir crap, Carter."
"Yes, sir. Oh, and ask him about the aliens, when you get the chance. I think we need to be ready."
"We?"
Damn. Of course he'd picked up on that. "I'm always here if you need me. You know that."
"Yeah, I know. Tell the kid to call me when he's ready."
"Thank you, sir."
"Anytime, Carter."
[ooc: Lab is open, but flying OCD free!]