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ten_fwd2015-04-14 09:03 am
notdrfrasier) wrote in ten_fwd2015-04-14 09:03 am
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001 ☤ Arrival (Ten Forward)
"Doctor Lam," Chief Sergeant Walter called to her from the doorway of the infirmary.
"One moment," Carolyn replied distractedly as she finished writing in the chart she'd been working on. One of the Majors from SG-11 had hurt his wrist during his last mission and she'd just finished clearing him for duty... Again. It had been the third time that month that the man had managed to get himself hurt, though no one held Colonel Mitchell's record. She didn't even know for sure just how many times that he'd been hurt. By now it was probably getting up close to triple digits. Finishing up, she set her pen down and looked up finally and nodded a greeting to Walter. "What do you need?"
"General Landry would like to see you in the briefing room."
Carolyn's eyebrows drew together for a moment before she nodded her head. "Right, could you let him know I'll be right there?" She knew that putting off a meeting with her father for any reason wasn't a good idea, besides he wouldn't have been calling her to the briefing room if the reason he wanted to speak to her was for a personal reason.
"Yes Ma'am, I'll let him know," Walter agreed before stepping back and shutting the door behind him..
Gathering up a notepad and a few extra pens, Carolyn headed over to the door, and pulling the door open she stepped out into what should have been the passage way. Though, it was anything but. She was standing in a room she didn't even recognize... She wasn't even sure-- No, no this was no place at the SGC. And it didn't look like an Ori ship, not that she knew what one looked like inside but this didn't scream Ori and they were into the self promoting.
She stood there for a moment, her eyebrows both arching in complete disbelief. She turned her head to look behind her, and of course the infirmary was gone too.
How had they beamed her here? She had thought the base had installed anti-beaming technology. This was very strange joke to be playing on her.
"OK, guys. Ha ha. Very funny," she called out, expecting her dad or any of the SGC to jump out from behind maybe the bar and laugh at her. No one did though, and a frown soon found it's way onto her lips. This was getting old, fast. She glanced at the woman behind the bar and then at the those seated at the tables, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Okay, where are they?" She didn't even give them a chance to reply, just spun around, a hand planted firmly on her hip. "Okay guys! Joke's over! Time to take me home now.... Guys?"
"One moment," Carolyn replied distractedly as she finished writing in the chart she'd been working on. One of the Majors from SG-11 had hurt his wrist during his last mission and she'd just finished clearing him for duty... Again. It had been the third time that month that the man had managed to get himself hurt, though no one held Colonel Mitchell's record. She didn't even know for sure just how many times that he'd been hurt. By now it was probably getting up close to triple digits. Finishing up, she set her pen down and looked up finally and nodded a greeting to Walter. "What do you need?"
"General Landry would like to see you in the briefing room."
Carolyn's eyebrows drew together for a moment before she nodded her head. "Right, could you let him know I'll be right there?" She knew that putting off a meeting with her father for any reason wasn't a good idea, besides he wouldn't have been calling her to the briefing room if the reason he wanted to speak to her was for a personal reason.
"Yes Ma'am, I'll let him know," Walter agreed before stepping back and shutting the door behind him..
Gathering up a notepad and a few extra pens, Carolyn headed over to the door, and pulling the door open she stepped out into what should have been the passage way. Though, it was anything but. She was standing in a room she didn't even recognize... She wasn't even sure-- No, no this was no place at the SGC. And it didn't look like an Ori ship, not that she knew what one looked like inside but this didn't scream Ori and they were into the self promoting.
She stood there for a moment, her eyebrows both arching in complete disbelief. She turned her head to look behind her, and of course the infirmary was gone too.
How had they beamed her here? She had thought the base had installed anti-beaming technology. This was very strange joke to be playing on her.
"OK, guys. Ha ha. Very funny," she called out, expecting her dad or any of the SGC to jump out from behind maybe the bar and laugh at her. No one did though, and a frown soon found it's way onto her lips. This was getting old, fast. She glanced at the woman behind the bar and then at the those seated at the tables, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Okay, where are they?" She didn't even give them a chance to reply, just spun around, a hand planted firmly on her hip. "Okay guys! Joke's over! Time to take me home now.... Guys?"
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"Uh, yeah. But we ... haven't met."
The frown deepened for a moment before his face broke into a grin.
"I guess you must have read my file."
There were many people in the SGC who knew Jonas and who he was without Jonas necessarily knowing them. He may have had a near-perfect recall once he'd committed something to memory, but he hadn't, yet, met everyone in the base face to face.
He stepped forward.
"You are from the SGC, right?" he asked, gesturing towards the tag.
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She nodded her head and hesitated for a moment. This was weird, he shouldn't have been there. Though she shouldn't either but there they were.
"I did, I read it shortly after I arrived at the SGC. General Landry and General O'Neill thought it best if I read everything." Truth was, she was sure O'Neill had suggested it so she wouldn't turn and walk out the door when she'd found out about her father being in charge of everything. Sneaky, that's what he'd been.
Extending her hand to him, she offered him a slight smile. "I'm Doctor Lam, uh, Carolyn Lam, I'm in charge of medical there now."
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"I guess that's why I don't know you. When I came here from the SGC, he was Colonel O'Neill. But that was a year ago."
Of course, it wasn't as simple as that, in many cases. There were people here from different worlds and different times within the same world. Q seemed to have the ability to take people from any time or place. It would have been too simple for him to have taken someone else from Jonas' reality and Jonas' time, too.
Jonas stepped forward and took her hand with a warm smile.
"This might seem like a strange question, but uh, when is 'now'?"
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She exhaled slowly, and shook her head. This was possibly the most bizarre thing she'd been apart of and she'd been apart of some really crazy things since joining the SGC. She was just glad that he wasn't asking about Doctor Fraiser, she really didn't want to be the one to tell him about her.
Carolyn laughed and let go of his hand after a moment. "Well it's not a question I'm normally asked but considering the circumstances? I'd be worried if you hadn't asked. It's 2006 where I come from. Colonel Carter, Teal'c and Doctor Jackson are all still part of SG-1... There's been a couple of additions but I don't think you'd know either of them."
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"Wait up."
He held up a hand. "Did you just say Doctor Jackson? Because when I'm from, in 2002, he's kind of ..."
Well. Kind of dead, and because of something that was Jonas' fault, as thought Jonas didn't remind himself of that fact constantly. But only kind of dead, because he'd Ascended, or so the others thought. Or wanted to think.
"Well. Ascended."