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WIP Amnesty, Day 10
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dsudis. This time it's the adults-transformed-into-kids variety, over in Stargate SG-1.
I think I didn't finish this one partly because I couldn't figure out whether I wanted to put them back, or have Sam and Daniel grow up with each other and the knowledge of the Stargate, raised by Jack. Back in 2004 the thought of the inevitable twincest seemed all naughty, whereas now it feels more like a selling point. Hm.
Anyway! Gen, like pretty much everything I wrote in SG-1:
SG-Wee
Daniel was like a puppy straining at the leash all the time they were doing the first sweep of the rooms adjacent to the gate. By the time they got to the thingie that he’d been dying to come poke at for the past week, he was practically jumping up and down, and Jack had rarely been so relieved to turn him loose on a strange planet. He hoped, not exactly maliciously, that it would turn out to say something really boring; at least then Daniel might stop talking about it, and he could get back to eating his breakfasts in peace. If it was meaning-of-life stuff, he would never hear the end of this. *And* he’d owe Siler five bucks.
With a jerk of his chin, he directed Teal’c and Carter toward the next door, leaving Daniel to check out the giant gold bathtub covered in three! different! kinds! of Goa’uld writing. They’d nearly made it when Daniel called, “Wait, wait a second.”
Jack let his eyes slide shut and took a deep breath before turning around to face the geek. “Daniel?”
He was on the other side of the thingie, the side that Jack knew the MALP hadn’t been able to get a clear view of because Daniel had been in the control room every twelve hours all week, bugging whoever was around to try it again. Only his eyes and his short hair, sticking straight up since he’d already yanked off his bandana, were visible. “Sam, could you come have a look at this? I think it’s a power source.”
“What?” Carter, of course, had actually been listening to whatever the hell Daniel had been talking about all week, and Jack nearly had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming at her not to sound interested, she’d only encourage him. It was mission time now, and the geeks had to get this out of their systems. Still, he hated it when they teamed up on anything; they started speaking in half-sentences that he couldn’t have understood even if they bothered to finish them, and it was more than twice as hard to pry them loose of whatever they were working on. Carter was already jogging over to where Daniel was, unslinging her weapon and setting it on top of the thingie as she knelt down beside him. Immediately she looked back up, her face half wondering at whatever she’d seen, half pleading. “Sir, this is really–-”
“Ah-ah,” he said, quickly, raising a hand. “I don’t want to know. You look at it, and tell me at the debriefing.” Carter and Daniel were smiling twin knowing smiles at him, and he relented a little. “Sooner if it does something, y’know. Cool.”
“Yes sir,” Carter said, fighting a grin, at the same time Daniel ducked down further and called, “Yeah, we’ll keep you posted.”
Jack turned around again to see Teal’c standing in the doorway, watching him with an eyebrow cocked. When Jack made a you-first gesture, he inclined his head–-you couldn’t call it a nod–-and took point. Jack adjusted his grip on his MP5, and hoped like hell for something to shoot at.
***
Once they’d checked clear on the central area of the palace-or-whatever–-the same kind of reddish-brown mud-brick building they’d seen a hundred times before, and Daniel had worn out all his theories for its significance a few days ago--Jack and Teal’c split up to cover more ground, keeping in periodic radio contact. The geeks kept silent, and as the minutes ticked by with no staticky requests to go back through the gate for translation references or more film or a really big wrench, Jack started getting worried. Leaning against a wall in a long straight corridor, Jack leaned his chin against his radio pocket and clicked it on. “Carter, how’s the thingie?”
Silence, and his slight worry exploded into a seriously bad feeling. “Carter, Daniel. Report, what’s your status?”
More silence. He clicked on again. “Teal’c?”
“I have encountered nothing of interest. Should we not return to check on Major Carter and Daniel Jackson?”
Jack started down the hall at a jog. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”
Teal’c’s response was just an acknowledging transmit click, and Jack started to run flat out. It seemed to take forever to get back to the room where the thingie was, but he still beat Teal’c.
He slowed to a walk when he got through the door, scanning the scene. Carter’s MP5 was still lying on one corner of the thingie, where she’d first set it down, and Daniel’s digital camera now sat next to it. Both their fatigue jackets and one vest were hanging over the rim, like they’d been draped there when the work got too warm. Jack kept moving cautiously closer, stepping up onto the raised platform where the thingie stood.
Looking down into it, Jack couldn’t immediately make sense of the heaps of clothing he saw. His first thought was that they were dead or unconscious, and his next was that they were just somehow *gone*, but then one little fatigue-covered lump shifted, a small hand stretching vaguely toward Daniel’s glasses, lying on the smooth white bottom of tub, and he realized that Carter and Daniel had shrunk. He slipped his gun off and threw one leg over the edge, leaning down to tug Carter’s vest off of the small heap she made and pulling Daniel’s shirt down from where it covered his face. He froze at the sight of them, staring until he heard Teal’c approaching in the corridor.
He looked toward the door and held a hand up, then raised a finger to his lips. Teal’c nodded and took up a guard stance in the doorway, waiting without question. Jack smiled a little–-nice to have *somebody* who followed orders without questioning him or giving him one of those skeptical blue-eyed looks–-but then he looked back down where Daniel and Carter lay, and longed for his geeks to be up and around and bucking the chain of command.
They hadn’t shrunk, exactly. They’d gotten younger, or else been somehow swapped for two kids–-Charlie’s age, he thought, before he could stop himself, but it hardly hurt in the face of what was happening here and now to his team–-who looked a hell of a lot like Daniel and Carter had probably looked when they were six or so. Freckled, both of them, and Daniel’s hair was much blonder than he’d have expected, looking even longer than it had been when they’d first met. He couldn’t tell about Carter’s, the way it pooled around her head, but he thought it’d hang halfway down her back.
He took a breath, and then reached in further, tugging adult-size boots and socks away from them, tossing them to the floor. The sound of them bouncing down the steps was loud in the stillness. Carter’s vest still lay in his lap, and once he’d checked the safety on her sidearm and buckled it back into place, he laid that down too, more gently. He grabbed the ankles of their fatigue pants next, tugging them free of the sleeping kids. Daniel mumbled in his sleep, but Carter seemed undisturbed. Jack tugged their t-shirts down to their knees, looked over at Teal’c again, and then stomped one booted foot on the floor of the tub. Both kids startled awake, instantly sitting up and looking around with familiar expressions of confusion and wonder.
“Hey,” he said, hoping they’d both start chattering at him about the fascinating and easily reversible effects of the artifact. He’d snap at them about messing around with Goa’uld technology they didn’t understand, they’d tell him it was perfectly safe and really really cool, they’d ask for their pants back and flip the switch the other way, and then they’d all head back to SGC for their checkups and lunch in the mess.
Daniel rubbed his face and scooted backward, drawing his knees up under the shirt and wrapping his arms around his legs. Carter blinked a few times, then seemed to focus on his uniform. Neither of them showed any sign of real recognition.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t going to be that easy. When was it ever?
“Hi there,” he said, conjuring up a smile, “can you tell me your names?”
Daniel scooted back further, so that he was pressed against the far edge of the tub, but Carter said, “Samantha Jean Carter. I’m called Sam. Do you know my dad? He’s in the Air Force. Are you in the Air Force?”
Jack glanced down at his fatigues, all the insignia blanked for off-world travel, and wondered what gave him away. “Yeah, Sam, I’m in the Air Force, and I know your dad. We’re pretty good friends. I’m Colonel Jack O’Neill, and I’ve been looking for you two.”
Carter–-Sam, he guessed, in the circumstances–-nodded, wide-eyed, and Jack looked to where Daniel was sitting, watching him with obvious suspicion. “What about you, tiger, what’s your name?”
He scowled. “If you were looking for me, shouldn’t you know?”
Oh, hell, he wasn’t going to make this easy. Jack hoped he wasn’t going to spend as much time wanting to strangle pint-sized Daniel as he did the regular version. “I’m looking for Daniel Jackson. Is that you?”
Daniel gave him a short nod, then looked around again. “How did we get here?”
Sam was watching him, too, curious but not too worried yet. Jack frowned. “Well, what’s the last thing you remember?”
Daniel was still looking around, and Jack wondered what this place looked like to a little kid. “Abydos,” he said, calmly, and looked up at Jack, who squinted hard at the kid, trying to figure him out without giving anything away.
Was this some kind of joke? Little-kiddified-but-fine Sam and Daniel messing with him? Goa’ulds? Was he hallucinating? “Danny?” he asked, leaning back slightly. “Abydos?”
“Abydos,” he repeated, in a very familiar I’ve-explained-this-to-you-before tone of voice, which sounded incredibly strange at a six-year-old pitch. “I was at the south dig site with my parents. I–-” he rubbed his forehead, finally looking a little uncertain. “I think I was looking around, I must have gotten lost.” He looked around again. “There was no brick like this in Abydos. This looks more like the buildings we saw in Giza.”
Giza. Dig site. “Abydos is a place in Egypt,” he said, slowly.
Daniel gave him another skeptical look. “Yes. Isn’t that where we are?”
Jack opened his mouth to answer, pointing, and found he had no idea what to say. He shifted his pointing finger to Sam, instead, and said, “What’s the last thing you remember?”
Sam frowned, little forehead wrinkling as she thought, and she reached up and started twirling a lock of her hair around one finger. “I don’t know,” she said slowly, “I think I was... in the backyard. Playing with Mark. He was hiding and I was looking for him, and I couldn’t find him...” She broke off and looked around fearfully. “We live in California, Colonel. How’d I get to Egypt?”
Jack was tempted to answer, because she was Carter, sort of, and a scared little kid who needed some kind of reassurance. But he knew one thing: if they were kids, or believed they were kids, or were pretending to be kids, even kids named Sam Carter and Danny Jackson, life would stay much simpler for everyone if he didn’t try to tell them the truth.
“We’re not in Egypt,” he said, slowly, trying to watch both their reactions. “Exactly where we are is classified. Do you understand what that means?”
Sam was nodding as Daniel shook his head, and he suspected from the stubborn look on Daniel’s face that he knew exactly what the word ‘classified’ meant, and just didn’t want to cooperate. “It means it’s a secret,” Sam said, turning toward Daniel. “It means the Colonel can’t tell us, because we’re too little. We’re a security risk, we could give something away without meaning to.”
Sam was six years old, Jack thought, give or take a bit. That meant that to the best of her knowledge her daddy was stationed somewhere in or around Vietnam, and little Sam never got to know where he was or what he was doing, nevermind seeing him. Yeah, she knew all about classified. Daniel, though, Daniel was staring at him with all the scorn of the civilian son of hippie archaeologists.
“I want to go home,” he said after a second.
“Yeah, that’s what we want, too,” Jack said. “But we have to take you both back to our base, first, and find out how you ended up here and what happened to you. You’ll probably have to stay with us for a while.”
He could see the moment when Daniel realized he wasn’t going to get far by arguing, and gave in to his curiosity. “Where’s that? How do we get there?”
Jack stood up. “It’s not far.” He swung his leg out of the tub, and waved for them to get up. Holding on to the edges of the tub, they both did, and he heard the clink of Sam’s tags as she moved. She heard it too, and pulled them out of her shirt, frowning down at the bits of metal in her hand. “Come on,” Jack said. He wondered if he should try to take her tags away, but she already knew her own name, and the other codes would be meaningless. “You kids feel okay? Can you walk a ways?”
They looked at each other, like neither one of them wanted to be the first to admit they weren’t perfectly fine, and finally Daniel nodded a little to Sam and said, “I’m cold.”
Sam quickly nodded as well, turning to Jack. “Me too.”
Jack picked up their fatigue jackets, and passed them each their own. The kids shrugged into them awkwardly, their hands disappearing into the sleeves, and the jackets left their legs bare. Their toes were curled against the smooth floor of the tub, and Sam put one foot on top of the other, rubbing them together for warmth. “Right, well, it’s not a very long walk, and when we get back to the base we’ll find you some socks, okay? Come on.”
He beckoned them closer, and they both came up to the edge of the tub. Daniel started to climb out, and when Sam hesitated, Jack swallowed the weirdness and lifted her over. She said, “Thanks, Colonel,” though, the way Carter would have. He’d have done the same for Carter under any other circumstances, helped her over an obstacle if she was too injured or sick to do it on her own. That was the trick, he realized; just remember that they were Carter and Daniel, sick or under alien influence or whatever. They were still his team, and he was still their CO, whether they remembered it or not. He set Sam down on the step beside him, and turned to offer Daniel a hand over, to see that he’d frozen where he was, straddling the ledge. He was staring toward the doorway, where Teal’c stood.
Jack kept his eyes on Daniel, but reached one hand back for Sam, resting his fingertips on her hair, and he used his free hand to beckon Teal’c closer. He heard the sound of the staff weapon being laid down on the stone floor, and then Teal’c was approaching in his peripheral vision. “Danny, Sam,” he said, in his most soothing look-Charlie-there-are-no-monsters-under-your-bed voice, “this is my friend, Teal’c. He was helping me look for you, and now we’re all going to go back to the base together.”
“Apophis,” Daniel said, lightly touching his own forehead, between his eyebrows.
Teal’c bowed a little at him. “I do indeed bear the mark of Apophis, Daniel Jackson.”
Jack looked down at Daniel, who looked up at him and then over at Teal’c, but all Daniel said was, “Huh,” and then he finished climbing out.
Sam ducked out from under Jack’s hand, and skipped around the scattered gear to stand at the bottom of the steps, staring up at Teal’c, who still stood well out of arm’s reach. “Are you in the Air Force, too, sir?”
Teal’c smiled–-a proper smile, and Jack was glad, for Sam’s sake, that he’d had a chance to practice that since he’d needed to use it on Cassie–-and lowered himself to one knee. “I am not. But I serve with Colonel O’Neill and his people.”
Daniel took a few steps down, too, to stand next to Sam. He was a few inches taller than she was, Jack noticed, but from the rear, in their matching oversized jackets and t-shirts and their messy blond hair, they could have been brother and sister, even twins. Daniel looked up at Teal’c a moment, and Teal’c looked back, and then Daniel rattled off some rapid words in Arabic. Teal’c raised an eyebrow, and Jack stepped down between the kids and said, “English, please, Daniel. We all speak it.”
Daniel looked up at him, and then at Teal’c. “Sorry,” he said, sounding like he meant it. “I just thought–-you don’t speak English natively, do you, Teal’c?”
Teal’c bowed his head again. “I do not, Daniel Jackson. But I am comfortable with your language, and you do not know mine.”
Daniel was frowning again, but not the pissed-off frown. This was the potentially far more dangerous ‘I’m going to figure this out’ frown. “Right,” Jack said, hoping to distract him at least long enough to get back through the gate. “Well, now that we’ve got that sorted out, let’s get going.” He looked back, and moved to grab Daniel’s digital camera and stuff it into a handy vest pocket. A quick glance exchanged with Teal’c took care of the question of getting the rest of their stuff gathered up to bring back, and he headed down the steps to where the kids stood, waving them toward the doorway. Sam picked her way carefully, avoiding the small bits of loose stone that littered the ground, but Daniel didn’t even seem to notice what was under his feet.
The kids both stopped and stared up at the gate when they entered the room, and Jack headed straight for the DHD. When he’d entered the coordinates he looked toward the door, just in time to see Teal’c come through, carrying Daniel and Carter’s gear in one hand and his staff weapon in the other.
“Sam, Daniel, over here,” he called, and they tore themselves away from staring at the red lights and joined him by the DHD. He made sure he was between them and the gate before hitting the big red button, and shared a knowing glance with Teal’c as they both jumped back from the activating wormhole. Teal’c quickly headed up to the dais and Jack tapped out the GDO code and then ushered the kids, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, toward it as well. When Teal’c stepped through the kids stopped dead, staring, and Jack opened his mouth to say something about how easy it was. Before he actually said anything, it occurred to him that what it mostly was, the first time especially, was freezing goddamn cold, and horribly disorienting. He glanced down at their bare legs and feet and reached back into his pack, yanking out the silvery thermal wrap.
“Hang on, guys,” he said, kneeling down on the first step by the gate and waving them over to him. “I’m gonna carry you through, it’s easier that way.” Sam immediately plastered herself up against his left side, and Daniel, after a quick look to her for reassurance, followed suit on his right. Jack pulled the wrap around their legs and then straightened up with a kid on each arm and said, “Okay, heads down and hold on tight.”
Two sets of arms wrapped around his neck so tightly he could barely breathe, and he took two running strides through the gate, hoping he could get through before his geeks managed to strangle him.
***
Teal’c was standing at the bottom of the ramp with the General, speaking quietly as he handed off the extra gear he carried to the least-twitchy-looking SF in range. Hammond looked up the ramp toward Jack, raising his eyebrows but not yelling, so Jack guessed Teal’c had already managed to explain the really vital points of the situation.
The wormhole popped out of existence behind him, and he felt both kids’ grips loosen when it was gone. He kept hold of them until he reached the bottom of the ramp–-the grating was hell on bare feet–-and then set them down. They let go without too much persuading, and Jack wadded up the thermal wrap and looked up at Hammond with as much of a smile as he could manage. “Sir, I’d like to introduce Sam Carter and Daniel Jackson. Sam, Danny, this is General Hammond.”
Sam looked startled, her eyes going to Hammond’s shoulders and then his face. “You got promoted!”
Hammond crouched down to Sam’s level. “Yes, I did, sweetheart. A lot’s happened since the last time I saw you.”
Sam’s eyes went wider yet for a second, and she bit her lip–-Jack could almost see her thinking, *War, classified*--but didn’t say anything. Hammond smiled gently at her and squeezed her shoulder, then turned to look at Daniel.
“And Daniel. Good to see you here safe and sound, son.”
Daniel nodded without a word, looking over at Sam and shifting warily toward her. Hammond straightened up, and Jack followed suit, noticing then that Janet was standing at the doorway with the usual squad of medics, one hand over her mouth. He grimaced apologetically to her, and turned toward Hammond.
“You’d better get to the infirmary, Colonel. You and Teal’c and our young guests here all need to be checked out.”
Jack nodded. Infirmary. Janet would find out what had happened to Sam and Daniel, and figure out how to fix it. “Sir,” he said, glancing down at the kids. They’d gravitated to each other again, their shoulders almost touching as they stood at Jack’s side, looking around. “Maybe you should try to get in touch with...”
Hammond nodded, casting another quick look toward Sam. “Yes, I’d already thought of that. We’ll debrief when Dr. Fraiser has cleared you.”
“Sir.” Jack reached down to guide the kids toward the medical team, and he and Teal’c followed them through the concrete corridors to the infirmary with Janet and her people leading the way.
***
Janet took the kids behind a screen with a couple of the smallest-size gowns they had on hand, and Jack took off his vest and jacket and sat down on a bed, warily eyeing the nurse who was getting ready to take the requisite post-mission blood samples. He watched Sam and Danny safely out of sight, listening for a moment to the reassuring murmur of Janet’s voice, and then lowered his head into his hands. He let out a long breath and got as far as thinking, *Jesus, this is right up there with–-* when two sets of bare feet and Janet’s heels started approaching again. Jack sat up quickly, though his smile for the kids turned a bit sickly as the nurse took her chance to grab his arm and started tying on the rubber band. Janet gave him a commiserating look as she hoisted Sam and Daniel onto the next bed with a professional lack of hesitation. Good for her, Jack thought sourly, though he tried to turn up the smile.
The kids automatically scooted closer to each other once they were on the cot, looking pale under their freckles, like everyone did in the infirmary’s fluorescent lights. Sam sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, while Daniel had his braced on either side of his legs, swinging his feet slowly back and forth.
Both of them were watching the needle approaching Jack’s arm with wide, nervous eyes. Jack looked down at the jumble of color-coded vials in the nurse’s hand, and then over at Janet. She was behind the kids, picking up two more blood-draw kits, and gave him an apologetic look. Nope, no dispensation for being smaller and having less blood to go around; there were a half-dozen vials in each of the kits she held.
He looked down to see the fine tiny needle already in his arm, blood sliding darkly through the tubing and into the first vial. Sam was swinging her feet now, too, and Daniel’s hands moved to his lap as Jack watched. “It doesn’t hurt,” he told them, quietly. “Just a little pinch when the needle goes in.” The nurse at his side silently switched from one vial to the next, and then quickly to the next again. He wondered, as he always did, what the green vial was for, but didn’t bother to ask.
“Okay,” Janet said, coming around the bed to stand next to the kids, leaving the blood-draw kits at the foot of the bed. “First things first, I need to take your temperatures.” She held up two blue-tipped thermometers. Sam automatically opened her mouth, and Daniel watched as Janet popped the thermometer in under her tongue and then opened his mouth for his own.
Janet gestured toward Teal’c, who’d been standing behind Jack, and he came over and sat down, shrugging out of his jacket to bare his arms. Jack started swinging his feet back and forth, careful not to kick his nurse, and Teal’c had his hands in his lap, the better to keep the kids from noticing his clenched fists, probably. SG-1, together again. *Go team*, Jack thought, and at least no one else heard how nearly crazed he sounded in the privacy of his own head.
***
Jack and Teal’c had a brief conversation–-a nod, an eyebrow, a few abbreviated hand signals–-when they’d both had their MRIs. Sam and Danny were up next, sitting facing each other on a cot playing Paper Scissors Rock to see who was going first. They’d been trying the entire time he and Teal’c were sorting things out, and hadn’t broken their tie streak yet. “Hey,” Jack said, distracting them both. “I gotta go talk to the general, but Teal’c’s going to hang out here with you guys, okay?”
Sam and Daniel looked around the infirmary, at Teal’c, and at each other, before looking up at Jack. “We’ll be fine, Colonel,” Sam said, as Daniel looked over to Teal’c and smiled.
“Right,” he said, because of course the kids didn’t especially care whether he was there or not. He was just one more stranger to them, wasn’t he? “Okay. I’ll be back soon.”
Daniel and Sam nodded, not quite in unison but close, and then bent their heads together and gave Paper Scissors Rock another try. Rocks. Papers. Papers. Papers. Rocks. Scissors. “Daniel, you’re first,” Jack said, when he couldn’t stand watching them do the psychic twin thing anymore. “Sam, you’ll do the other tests Dr. Fraiser has for you while he’s getting his MRI, and then you’ll switch.”
Daniel was squinting at him–-that figuring-it-out look again–-but Sam looked kind of relieved to have the decision made. “Yes, sir.”
Daniel echoed her, dubiously, and Jack nodded sharply to them both, and got the hell out.
***
He had to actually wave his hand between Nyan’s face and the book he was hunched over before Daniel’s research assistant noticed him.
“Colonel O’Neill? What are you doing back already? Is there something Dr. Jackson needs me to look up?”
Jack grimaced. “In a manner of speaking. You know how to work this thing?”
Nyan glanced from Jack’s face to the Daniel’s shiny digital camera dangling from his fingers by the wrist strap, but apparently he had enough tact to keep from actually saying *You don’t*? “Yes, Dr. Jackson has explained it to me.” Nyan took it from him, confidently punched a couple of buttons and then yanked something out of the side of the camera, which he carried over to the laptop on his worktable and plugged into another little contraption.
A little quick work with the mouse and keyboard - Jack was half irritated and half impressed that someone who wasn’t even from this planet dealt with their technology better than he did - and they were looking at a screenful of tiny images. A few more clicks and they were replaced by a shot of... Jack snorted. On the screen, Daniel was standing inside the thingie, flipping off the person holding the camera–-Carter, obviously--with an incongruously sweet smile.
Nyan coughed. “Dr. Jackson usually edits out the images not relevant to the mission objectives.”
Jack wondered where *those* pictures wound up, but now really wasn’t the time to ask. The image on the screen switched to an incomprehensible view of glowing Goa’uld characters, but as two similar shots flipped past with the toes of Daniel’s boots in the frame, he realized that this was the inside floor of the thingie - they must have activated it, somehow.
*As if we didn’t already know that.* But Nyan, who must have heard at least as much about the thingie as Jack did in the past week, and had probably paid attention and had some shot of knowing what the hell Daniel was talking about, was making little intrigued noises, so Jack just watched the images skip past. There were some exterior shots of the backside of the thing. They showed the power-source-or-whatever-it-was that Daniel had wanted Carter to see, with Daniel himself visible in a few of the shots, squinting intently at something, so those must have been Carter’s, still on the outside at that point. The last one to come up was actually a short video clip. Daniel’s feet and glowing glyphs, which brightened into a white out glare as Carter’s feet stepped into the frame.
Nyan looped it a couple of times, then closed the window and looked Jack steadily in the eye, with a determinedly brave look on his face. “Colonel O’Neill, what’s happened to them?”
Jack sat down on the nearest lab stool and took a deep breath.
And then, you know, the standard kidific hijinx around the SGC and outside it, Jack taking Sam and Daniel home with him; Sam and Daniel get sick from some ev0l side effect of the device; Jacob (who scares the hell out of Sam, because she can tell he's a goa'uld but doesn't know what she's sensing) helps them figure out what Goa'uld built the device, what it was for, and how it works; they reverse it at the last! possible! second! and Sam and Daniel come around, not remembering their kiddification, and say something funny. For extra sap, Jack hides away a picture of them as kids, or a picture of him and Teal'c with wee!Sam and Daniel. The end!
dsudis. This time it's the adults-transformed-into-kids variety, over in Stargate SG-1. I think I didn't finish this one partly because I couldn't figure out whether I wanted to put them back, or have Sam and Daniel grow up with each other and the knowledge of the Stargate, raised by Jack. Back in 2004 the thought of the inevitable twincest seemed all naughty, whereas now it feels more like a selling point. Hm.
Anyway! Gen, like pretty much everything I wrote in SG-1:
SG-Wee
Daniel was like a puppy straining at the leash all the time they were doing the first sweep of the rooms adjacent to the gate. By the time they got to the thingie that he’d been dying to come poke at for the past week, he was practically jumping up and down, and Jack had rarely been so relieved to turn him loose on a strange planet. He hoped, not exactly maliciously, that it would turn out to say something really boring; at least then Daniel might stop talking about it, and he could get back to eating his breakfasts in peace. If it was meaning-of-life stuff, he would never hear the end of this. *And* he’d owe Siler five bucks.
With a jerk of his chin, he directed Teal’c and Carter toward the next door, leaving Daniel to check out the giant gold bathtub covered in three! different! kinds! of Goa’uld writing. They’d nearly made it when Daniel called, “Wait, wait a second.”
Jack let his eyes slide shut and took a deep breath before turning around to face the geek. “Daniel?”
He was on the other side of the thingie, the side that Jack knew the MALP hadn’t been able to get a clear view of because Daniel had been in the control room every twelve hours all week, bugging whoever was around to try it again. Only his eyes and his short hair, sticking straight up since he’d already yanked off his bandana, were visible. “Sam, could you come have a look at this? I think it’s a power source.”
“What?” Carter, of course, had actually been listening to whatever the hell Daniel had been talking about all week, and Jack nearly had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming at her not to sound interested, she’d only encourage him. It was mission time now, and the geeks had to get this out of their systems. Still, he hated it when they teamed up on anything; they started speaking in half-sentences that he couldn’t have understood even if they bothered to finish them, and it was more than twice as hard to pry them loose of whatever they were working on. Carter was already jogging over to where Daniel was, unslinging her weapon and setting it on top of the thingie as she knelt down beside him. Immediately she looked back up, her face half wondering at whatever she’d seen, half pleading. “Sir, this is really–-”
“Ah-ah,” he said, quickly, raising a hand. “I don’t want to know. You look at it, and tell me at the debriefing.” Carter and Daniel were smiling twin knowing smiles at him, and he relented a little. “Sooner if it does something, y’know. Cool.”
“Yes sir,” Carter said, fighting a grin, at the same time Daniel ducked down further and called, “Yeah, we’ll keep you posted.”
Jack turned around again to see Teal’c standing in the doorway, watching him with an eyebrow cocked. When Jack made a you-first gesture, he inclined his head–-you couldn’t call it a nod–-and took point. Jack adjusted his grip on his MP5, and hoped like hell for something to shoot at.
***
Once they’d checked clear on the central area of the palace-or-whatever–-the same kind of reddish-brown mud-brick building they’d seen a hundred times before, and Daniel had worn out all his theories for its significance a few days ago--Jack and Teal’c split up to cover more ground, keeping in periodic radio contact. The geeks kept silent, and as the minutes ticked by with no staticky requests to go back through the gate for translation references or more film or a really big wrench, Jack started getting worried. Leaning against a wall in a long straight corridor, Jack leaned his chin against his radio pocket and clicked it on. “Carter, how’s the thingie?”
Silence, and his slight worry exploded into a seriously bad feeling. “Carter, Daniel. Report, what’s your status?”
More silence. He clicked on again. “Teal’c?”
“I have encountered nothing of interest. Should we not return to check on Major Carter and Daniel Jackson?”
Jack started down the hall at a jog. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”
Teal’c’s response was just an acknowledging transmit click, and Jack started to run flat out. It seemed to take forever to get back to the room where the thingie was, but he still beat Teal’c.
He slowed to a walk when he got through the door, scanning the scene. Carter’s MP5 was still lying on one corner of the thingie, where she’d first set it down, and Daniel’s digital camera now sat next to it. Both their fatigue jackets and one vest were hanging over the rim, like they’d been draped there when the work got too warm. Jack kept moving cautiously closer, stepping up onto the raised platform where the thingie stood.
Looking down into it, Jack couldn’t immediately make sense of the heaps of clothing he saw. His first thought was that they were dead or unconscious, and his next was that they were just somehow *gone*, but then one little fatigue-covered lump shifted, a small hand stretching vaguely toward Daniel’s glasses, lying on the smooth white bottom of tub, and he realized that Carter and Daniel had shrunk. He slipped his gun off and threw one leg over the edge, leaning down to tug Carter’s vest off of the small heap she made and pulling Daniel’s shirt down from where it covered his face. He froze at the sight of them, staring until he heard Teal’c approaching in the corridor.
He looked toward the door and held a hand up, then raised a finger to his lips. Teal’c nodded and took up a guard stance in the doorway, waiting without question. Jack smiled a little–-nice to have *somebody* who followed orders without questioning him or giving him one of those skeptical blue-eyed looks–-but then he looked back down where Daniel and Carter lay, and longed for his geeks to be up and around and bucking the chain of command.
They hadn’t shrunk, exactly. They’d gotten younger, or else been somehow swapped for two kids–-Charlie’s age, he thought, before he could stop himself, but it hardly hurt in the face of what was happening here and now to his team–-who looked a hell of a lot like Daniel and Carter had probably looked when they were six or so. Freckled, both of them, and Daniel’s hair was much blonder than he’d have expected, looking even longer than it had been when they’d first met. He couldn’t tell about Carter’s, the way it pooled around her head, but he thought it’d hang halfway down her back.
He took a breath, and then reached in further, tugging adult-size boots and socks away from them, tossing them to the floor. The sound of them bouncing down the steps was loud in the stillness. Carter’s vest still lay in his lap, and once he’d checked the safety on her sidearm and buckled it back into place, he laid that down too, more gently. He grabbed the ankles of their fatigue pants next, tugging them free of the sleeping kids. Daniel mumbled in his sleep, but Carter seemed undisturbed. Jack tugged their t-shirts down to their knees, looked over at Teal’c again, and then stomped one booted foot on the floor of the tub. Both kids startled awake, instantly sitting up and looking around with familiar expressions of confusion and wonder.
“Hey,” he said, hoping they’d both start chattering at him about the fascinating and easily reversible effects of the artifact. He’d snap at them about messing around with Goa’uld technology they didn’t understand, they’d tell him it was perfectly safe and really really cool, they’d ask for their pants back and flip the switch the other way, and then they’d all head back to SGC for their checkups and lunch in the mess.
Daniel rubbed his face and scooted backward, drawing his knees up under the shirt and wrapping his arms around his legs. Carter blinked a few times, then seemed to focus on his uniform. Neither of them showed any sign of real recognition.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t going to be that easy. When was it ever?
“Hi there,” he said, conjuring up a smile, “can you tell me your names?”
Daniel scooted back further, so that he was pressed against the far edge of the tub, but Carter said, “Samantha Jean Carter. I’m called Sam. Do you know my dad? He’s in the Air Force. Are you in the Air Force?”
Jack glanced down at his fatigues, all the insignia blanked for off-world travel, and wondered what gave him away. “Yeah, Sam, I’m in the Air Force, and I know your dad. We’re pretty good friends. I’m Colonel Jack O’Neill, and I’ve been looking for you two.”
Carter–-Sam, he guessed, in the circumstances–-nodded, wide-eyed, and Jack looked to where Daniel was sitting, watching him with obvious suspicion. “What about you, tiger, what’s your name?”
He scowled. “If you were looking for me, shouldn’t you know?”
Oh, hell, he wasn’t going to make this easy. Jack hoped he wasn’t going to spend as much time wanting to strangle pint-sized Daniel as he did the regular version. “I’m looking for Daniel Jackson. Is that you?”
Daniel gave him a short nod, then looked around again. “How did we get here?”
Sam was watching him, too, curious but not too worried yet. Jack frowned. “Well, what’s the last thing you remember?”
Daniel was still looking around, and Jack wondered what this place looked like to a little kid. “Abydos,” he said, calmly, and looked up at Jack, who squinted hard at the kid, trying to figure him out without giving anything away.
Was this some kind of joke? Little-kiddified-but-fine Sam and Daniel messing with him? Goa’ulds? Was he hallucinating? “Danny?” he asked, leaning back slightly. “Abydos?”
“Abydos,” he repeated, in a very familiar I’ve-explained-this-to-you-before tone of voice, which sounded incredibly strange at a six-year-old pitch. “I was at the south dig site with my parents. I–-” he rubbed his forehead, finally looking a little uncertain. “I think I was looking around, I must have gotten lost.” He looked around again. “There was no brick like this in Abydos. This looks more like the buildings we saw in Giza.”
Giza. Dig site. “Abydos is a place in Egypt,” he said, slowly.
Daniel gave him another skeptical look. “Yes. Isn’t that where we are?”
Jack opened his mouth to answer, pointing, and found he had no idea what to say. He shifted his pointing finger to Sam, instead, and said, “What’s the last thing you remember?”
Sam frowned, little forehead wrinkling as she thought, and she reached up and started twirling a lock of her hair around one finger. “I don’t know,” she said slowly, “I think I was... in the backyard. Playing with Mark. He was hiding and I was looking for him, and I couldn’t find him...” She broke off and looked around fearfully. “We live in California, Colonel. How’d I get to Egypt?”
Jack was tempted to answer, because she was Carter, sort of, and a scared little kid who needed some kind of reassurance. But he knew one thing: if they were kids, or believed they were kids, or were pretending to be kids, even kids named Sam Carter and Danny Jackson, life would stay much simpler for everyone if he didn’t try to tell them the truth.
“We’re not in Egypt,” he said, slowly, trying to watch both their reactions. “Exactly where we are is classified. Do you understand what that means?”
Sam was nodding as Daniel shook his head, and he suspected from the stubborn look on Daniel’s face that he knew exactly what the word ‘classified’ meant, and just didn’t want to cooperate. “It means it’s a secret,” Sam said, turning toward Daniel. “It means the Colonel can’t tell us, because we’re too little. We’re a security risk, we could give something away without meaning to.”
Sam was six years old, Jack thought, give or take a bit. That meant that to the best of her knowledge her daddy was stationed somewhere in or around Vietnam, and little Sam never got to know where he was or what he was doing, nevermind seeing him. Yeah, she knew all about classified. Daniel, though, Daniel was staring at him with all the scorn of the civilian son of hippie archaeologists.
“I want to go home,” he said after a second.
“Yeah, that’s what we want, too,” Jack said. “But we have to take you both back to our base, first, and find out how you ended up here and what happened to you. You’ll probably have to stay with us for a while.”
He could see the moment when Daniel realized he wasn’t going to get far by arguing, and gave in to his curiosity. “Where’s that? How do we get there?”
Jack stood up. “It’s not far.” He swung his leg out of the tub, and waved for them to get up. Holding on to the edges of the tub, they both did, and he heard the clink of Sam’s tags as she moved. She heard it too, and pulled them out of her shirt, frowning down at the bits of metal in her hand. “Come on,” Jack said. He wondered if he should try to take her tags away, but she already knew her own name, and the other codes would be meaningless. “You kids feel okay? Can you walk a ways?”
They looked at each other, like neither one of them wanted to be the first to admit they weren’t perfectly fine, and finally Daniel nodded a little to Sam and said, “I’m cold.”
Sam quickly nodded as well, turning to Jack. “Me too.”
Jack picked up their fatigue jackets, and passed them each their own. The kids shrugged into them awkwardly, their hands disappearing into the sleeves, and the jackets left their legs bare. Their toes were curled against the smooth floor of the tub, and Sam put one foot on top of the other, rubbing them together for warmth. “Right, well, it’s not a very long walk, and when we get back to the base we’ll find you some socks, okay? Come on.”
He beckoned them closer, and they both came up to the edge of the tub. Daniel started to climb out, and when Sam hesitated, Jack swallowed the weirdness and lifted her over. She said, “Thanks, Colonel,” though, the way Carter would have. He’d have done the same for Carter under any other circumstances, helped her over an obstacle if she was too injured or sick to do it on her own. That was the trick, he realized; just remember that they were Carter and Daniel, sick or under alien influence or whatever. They were still his team, and he was still their CO, whether they remembered it or not. He set Sam down on the step beside him, and turned to offer Daniel a hand over, to see that he’d frozen where he was, straddling the ledge. He was staring toward the doorway, where Teal’c stood.
Jack kept his eyes on Daniel, but reached one hand back for Sam, resting his fingertips on her hair, and he used his free hand to beckon Teal’c closer. He heard the sound of the staff weapon being laid down on the stone floor, and then Teal’c was approaching in his peripheral vision. “Danny, Sam,” he said, in his most soothing look-Charlie-there-are-no-monsters-under-your-bed voice, “this is my friend, Teal’c. He was helping me look for you, and now we’re all going to go back to the base together.”
“Apophis,” Daniel said, lightly touching his own forehead, between his eyebrows.
Teal’c bowed a little at him. “I do indeed bear the mark of Apophis, Daniel Jackson.”
Jack looked down at Daniel, who looked up at him and then over at Teal’c, but all Daniel said was, “Huh,” and then he finished climbing out.
Sam ducked out from under Jack’s hand, and skipped around the scattered gear to stand at the bottom of the steps, staring up at Teal’c, who still stood well out of arm’s reach. “Are you in the Air Force, too, sir?”
Teal’c smiled–-a proper smile, and Jack was glad, for Sam’s sake, that he’d had a chance to practice that since he’d needed to use it on Cassie–-and lowered himself to one knee. “I am not. But I serve with Colonel O’Neill and his people.”
Daniel took a few steps down, too, to stand next to Sam. He was a few inches taller than she was, Jack noticed, but from the rear, in their matching oversized jackets and t-shirts and their messy blond hair, they could have been brother and sister, even twins. Daniel looked up at Teal’c a moment, and Teal’c looked back, and then Daniel rattled off some rapid words in Arabic. Teal’c raised an eyebrow, and Jack stepped down between the kids and said, “English, please, Daniel. We all speak it.”
Daniel looked up at him, and then at Teal’c. “Sorry,” he said, sounding like he meant it. “I just thought–-you don’t speak English natively, do you, Teal’c?”
Teal’c bowed his head again. “I do not, Daniel Jackson. But I am comfortable with your language, and you do not know mine.”
Daniel was frowning again, but not the pissed-off frown. This was the potentially far more dangerous ‘I’m going to figure this out’ frown. “Right,” Jack said, hoping to distract him at least long enough to get back through the gate. “Well, now that we’ve got that sorted out, let’s get going.” He looked back, and moved to grab Daniel’s digital camera and stuff it into a handy vest pocket. A quick glance exchanged with Teal’c took care of the question of getting the rest of their stuff gathered up to bring back, and he headed down the steps to where the kids stood, waving them toward the doorway. Sam picked her way carefully, avoiding the small bits of loose stone that littered the ground, but Daniel didn’t even seem to notice what was under his feet.
The kids both stopped and stared up at the gate when they entered the room, and Jack headed straight for the DHD. When he’d entered the coordinates he looked toward the door, just in time to see Teal’c come through, carrying Daniel and Carter’s gear in one hand and his staff weapon in the other.
“Sam, Daniel, over here,” he called, and they tore themselves away from staring at the red lights and joined him by the DHD. He made sure he was between them and the gate before hitting the big red button, and shared a knowing glance with Teal’c as they both jumped back from the activating wormhole. Teal’c quickly headed up to the dais and Jack tapped out the GDO code and then ushered the kids, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, toward it as well. When Teal’c stepped through the kids stopped dead, staring, and Jack opened his mouth to say something about how easy it was. Before he actually said anything, it occurred to him that what it mostly was, the first time especially, was freezing goddamn cold, and horribly disorienting. He glanced down at their bare legs and feet and reached back into his pack, yanking out the silvery thermal wrap.
“Hang on, guys,” he said, kneeling down on the first step by the gate and waving them over to him. “I’m gonna carry you through, it’s easier that way.” Sam immediately plastered herself up against his left side, and Daniel, after a quick look to her for reassurance, followed suit on his right. Jack pulled the wrap around their legs and then straightened up with a kid on each arm and said, “Okay, heads down and hold on tight.”
Two sets of arms wrapped around his neck so tightly he could barely breathe, and he took two running strides through the gate, hoping he could get through before his geeks managed to strangle him.
***
Teal’c was standing at the bottom of the ramp with the General, speaking quietly as he handed off the extra gear he carried to the least-twitchy-looking SF in range. Hammond looked up the ramp toward Jack, raising his eyebrows but not yelling, so Jack guessed Teal’c had already managed to explain the really vital points of the situation.
The wormhole popped out of existence behind him, and he felt both kids’ grips loosen when it was gone. He kept hold of them until he reached the bottom of the ramp–-the grating was hell on bare feet–-and then set them down. They let go without too much persuading, and Jack wadded up the thermal wrap and looked up at Hammond with as much of a smile as he could manage. “Sir, I’d like to introduce Sam Carter and Daniel Jackson. Sam, Danny, this is General Hammond.”
Sam looked startled, her eyes going to Hammond’s shoulders and then his face. “You got promoted!”
Hammond crouched down to Sam’s level. “Yes, I did, sweetheart. A lot’s happened since the last time I saw you.”
Sam’s eyes went wider yet for a second, and she bit her lip–-Jack could almost see her thinking, *War, classified*--but didn’t say anything. Hammond smiled gently at her and squeezed her shoulder, then turned to look at Daniel.
“And Daniel. Good to see you here safe and sound, son.”
Daniel nodded without a word, looking over at Sam and shifting warily toward her. Hammond straightened up, and Jack followed suit, noticing then that Janet was standing at the doorway with the usual squad of medics, one hand over her mouth. He grimaced apologetically to her, and turned toward Hammond.
“You’d better get to the infirmary, Colonel. You and Teal’c and our young guests here all need to be checked out.”
Jack nodded. Infirmary. Janet would find out what had happened to Sam and Daniel, and figure out how to fix it. “Sir,” he said, glancing down at the kids. They’d gravitated to each other again, their shoulders almost touching as they stood at Jack’s side, looking around. “Maybe you should try to get in touch with...”
Hammond nodded, casting another quick look toward Sam. “Yes, I’d already thought of that. We’ll debrief when Dr. Fraiser has cleared you.”
“Sir.” Jack reached down to guide the kids toward the medical team, and he and Teal’c followed them through the concrete corridors to the infirmary with Janet and her people leading the way.
***
Janet took the kids behind a screen with a couple of the smallest-size gowns they had on hand, and Jack took off his vest and jacket and sat down on a bed, warily eyeing the nurse who was getting ready to take the requisite post-mission blood samples. He watched Sam and Danny safely out of sight, listening for a moment to the reassuring murmur of Janet’s voice, and then lowered his head into his hands. He let out a long breath and got as far as thinking, *Jesus, this is right up there with–-* when two sets of bare feet and Janet’s heels started approaching again. Jack sat up quickly, though his smile for the kids turned a bit sickly as the nurse took her chance to grab his arm and started tying on the rubber band. Janet gave him a commiserating look as she hoisted Sam and Daniel onto the next bed with a professional lack of hesitation. Good for her, Jack thought sourly, though he tried to turn up the smile.
The kids automatically scooted closer to each other once they were on the cot, looking pale under their freckles, like everyone did in the infirmary’s fluorescent lights. Sam sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, while Daniel had his braced on either side of his legs, swinging his feet slowly back and forth.
Both of them were watching the needle approaching Jack’s arm with wide, nervous eyes. Jack looked down at the jumble of color-coded vials in the nurse’s hand, and then over at Janet. She was behind the kids, picking up two more blood-draw kits, and gave him an apologetic look. Nope, no dispensation for being smaller and having less blood to go around; there were a half-dozen vials in each of the kits she held.
He looked down to see the fine tiny needle already in his arm, blood sliding darkly through the tubing and into the first vial. Sam was swinging her feet now, too, and Daniel’s hands moved to his lap as Jack watched. “It doesn’t hurt,” he told them, quietly. “Just a little pinch when the needle goes in.” The nurse at his side silently switched from one vial to the next, and then quickly to the next again. He wondered, as he always did, what the green vial was for, but didn’t bother to ask.
“Okay,” Janet said, coming around the bed to stand next to the kids, leaving the blood-draw kits at the foot of the bed. “First things first, I need to take your temperatures.” She held up two blue-tipped thermometers. Sam automatically opened her mouth, and Daniel watched as Janet popped the thermometer in under her tongue and then opened his mouth for his own.
Janet gestured toward Teal’c, who’d been standing behind Jack, and he came over and sat down, shrugging out of his jacket to bare his arms. Jack started swinging his feet back and forth, careful not to kick his nurse, and Teal’c had his hands in his lap, the better to keep the kids from noticing his clenched fists, probably. SG-1, together again. *Go team*, Jack thought, and at least no one else heard how nearly crazed he sounded in the privacy of his own head.
***
Jack and Teal’c had a brief conversation–-a nod, an eyebrow, a few abbreviated hand signals–-when they’d both had their MRIs. Sam and Danny were up next, sitting facing each other on a cot playing Paper Scissors Rock to see who was going first. They’d been trying the entire time he and Teal’c were sorting things out, and hadn’t broken their tie streak yet. “Hey,” Jack said, distracting them both. “I gotta go talk to the general, but Teal’c’s going to hang out here with you guys, okay?”
Sam and Daniel looked around the infirmary, at Teal’c, and at each other, before looking up at Jack. “We’ll be fine, Colonel,” Sam said, as Daniel looked over to Teal’c and smiled.
“Right,” he said, because of course the kids didn’t especially care whether he was there or not. He was just one more stranger to them, wasn’t he? “Okay. I’ll be back soon.”
Daniel and Sam nodded, not quite in unison but close, and then bent their heads together and gave Paper Scissors Rock another try. Rocks. Papers. Papers. Papers. Rocks. Scissors. “Daniel, you’re first,” Jack said, when he couldn’t stand watching them do the psychic twin thing anymore. “Sam, you’ll do the other tests Dr. Fraiser has for you while he’s getting his MRI, and then you’ll switch.”
Daniel was squinting at him–-that figuring-it-out look again–-but Sam looked kind of relieved to have the decision made. “Yes, sir.”
Daniel echoed her, dubiously, and Jack nodded sharply to them both, and got the hell out.
***
He had to actually wave his hand between Nyan’s face and the book he was hunched over before Daniel’s research assistant noticed him.
“Colonel O’Neill? What are you doing back already? Is there something Dr. Jackson needs me to look up?”
Jack grimaced. “In a manner of speaking. You know how to work this thing?”
Nyan glanced from Jack’s face to the Daniel’s shiny digital camera dangling from his fingers by the wrist strap, but apparently he had enough tact to keep from actually saying *You don’t*? “Yes, Dr. Jackson has explained it to me.” Nyan took it from him, confidently punched a couple of buttons and then yanked something out of the side of the camera, which he carried over to the laptop on his worktable and plugged into another little contraption.
A little quick work with the mouse and keyboard - Jack was half irritated and half impressed that someone who wasn’t even from this planet dealt with their technology better than he did - and they were looking at a screenful of tiny images. A few more clicks and they were replaced by a shot of... Jack snorted. On the screen, Daniel was standing inside the thingie, flipping off the person holding the camera–-Carter, obviously--with an incongruously sweet smile.
Nyan coughed. “Dr. Jackson usually edits out the images not relevant to the mission objectives.”
Jack wondered where *those* pictures wound up, but now really wasn’t the time to ask. The image on the screen switched to an incomprehensible view of glowing Goa’uld characters, but as two similar shots flipped past with the toes of Daniel’s boots in the frame, he realized that this was the inside floor of the thingie - they must have activated it, somehow.
*As if we didn’t already know that.* But Nyan, who must have heard at least as much about the thingie as Jack did in the past week, and had probably paid attention and had some shot of knowing what the hell Daniel was talking about, was making little intrigued noises, so Jack just watched the images skip past. There were some exterior shots of the backside of the thing. They showed the power-source-or-whatever-it-was that Daniel had wanted Carter to see, with Daniel himself visible in a few of the shots, squinting intently at something, so those must have been Carter’s, still on the outside at that point. The last one to come up was actually a short video clip. Daniel’s feet and glowing glyphs, which brightened into a white out glare as Carter’s feet stepped into the frame.
Nyan looped it a couple of times, then closed the window and looked Jack steadily in the eye, with a determinedly brave look on his face. “Colonel O’Neill, what’s happened to them?”
Jack sat down on the nearest lab stool and took a deep breath.
And then, you know, the standard kidific hijinx around the SGC and outside it, Jack taking Sam and Daniel home with him; Sam and Daniel get sick from some ev0l side effect of the device; Jacob (who scares the hell out of Sam, because she can tell he's a goa'uld but doesn't know what she's sensing) helps them figure out what Goa'uld built the device, what it was for, and how it works; they reverse it at the last! possible! second! and Sam and Daniel come around, not remembering their kiddification, and say something funny. For extra sap, Jack hides away a picture of them as kids, or a picture of him and Teal'c with wee!Sam and Daniel. The end!