STARGATE SG-1 / DANNY PHANTOM: BLOODSTAINED HANDS
DIAMOND GRYPHON
DATE: 6/22/07
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Stargate SG-1 or DP, which means that both Dannys don't belong to me. (dissapointed sigh)
SUMMARY: When a representative from NASA enters the SGC, things go a bit haywire. Who is he, what secrets is he hiding, and why is he afraid of General Hammond? (DP/SG crossover, but you don't need to know the other fandom to understand it)
The Representative
"General Hammond, sir?" Jack O'Neill and the rest of the SG-1 filed through the door to the debriefing room. They had been informed of the meeting without any explanation and were understandably curious.
The general looked up from the papers he had been going through.
"Ah, SG-1. Sit down." His voice was neutral, giving no hint to what the meeting was about. The team took their seats and waited for the general to begin. Samantha Carter, ever the model soldier, sat patiently, along with Teal'c, who was stoic as usual. Daniel Jackson, in contrast, was fidgeting with his glasses and flipping through a notebook. Jack shot him a glare and he quickly stopped with a mumbled 'Sorry.'
"It seems that another government group has decided to try and interfere with the SGC." Hammond finally said, causing a collective groan to rise up from the team. The opinion of the government at Cheyenne Mountain was, as always, very low. "Luckily, this time it's just . . ." He was interrupted by a sharp knock.
"Sir?" The guard stuck his head around the door. "The representative just arrived."
"Send him in." The guard nodded and left. Hammond continued where he left off. "NASA has decided that if we are going to be running around the galaxy, we should at least have someone from their administration. Their argument is that, technically, we are exploring space and that falls under their jurisdiction. They have sent a representative to supervise our activities."
"Great." Jack drew out the word, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just what we need, another pompous administrator who thinks he can just walk in here like he owns the place."
There was a sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway. The SG-1 team spun around quickly to face the visitor. He was a younger man, probably still in his thirties, with broad shoulders and a well-muscled figure. His dark hair hung over his bright blue eyes constantly, almost reminding Jack of Daniel.
"Actually, under the circumstances, they felt it would be better to send one of their astronauts then an administrator." The representative wore a lopsided smirk in response to the embarrassed looks. He turned to General Hammond and saluted. "Captain Daniel Fenton, Sir."
"Sit down." The General indicated the seat next to Teal'c. The astronaut nodded and reached for the chair before he paled suddenly and snapped his head back up to stare, wide-eyed, at Hammond. He almost seemed to be in a state of panic.
"Don't mind Teal'c." Jack assured him from the other side of the aforementioned Jaffa. "He doesn't bite."
"Sir?" Fenton seemed to snap out of his trance. "I'm sorry; it's just that I believe that I've met the General before." He didn't seem too happy about it and kept making nervous glances toward Hammond as he cautiously lowered himself into the seat.
"You'll have to accept my apologies; I don't remember ever meeting you." The General replied, looking at the astronaut thoughtfully. "But I'm sure I've heard the name Fenton somewhere before."
"Yes, Sir." The Captain seemed almost apologetic. He kept his eyes on the table fixed in front of him, not daring to look up. "I met you years ago, during the Gregor incident in Amity Park."
"Oh." Now it was Hammond's turn to pale as he absorbed the words, becoming very quiet. SG-1 glanced at each other in confusion, trying to figure out if any of the others knew about this. The General cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. "Well, Captain Fenton, meet Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, Dr. Jackson, and Teal'c. They are the experts on stargate travel and would love to answer any questions. SG-1, Captain Fenton will be around the base, learning about how things work. Try to make him feel at home."
Hammond finished his speech in a rush and hurriedly exited the room, leaving a very uncomfortable group of people. Jack was the first to break the silence.
"Well, that was interesting." He kept his voice cheery to try and lighten the mood. Everyone looked at him like he had grown a second head. "I've seem him look more comfortable when the when the world was at stake. What happened?"
"It's . . . not my place to say." Fenton muttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Right." Jack once again tried to crack a smile from the group, knowing full well that his first attempt had failed miserably. "So, what are we going to do now? It seems I can't just call 'Danny-Boy' without two people turning their heads."
This managed to coax a weak smile from Sam and a raised eyebrow from Teal'c. The representative just looked around in confusion. It took a minute for Dr. Jackson to realize that his counterpart didn't get the joke.
"Oh, sorry." The archeologist put on a small smile and offered his hand. "I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson, the linguist of the group."
"Pleasure to meet you." The newcomer seemed to relax considerably as he shook his hand. The ice seemed to be broken and the tension of the room dissipated.
"Captain Fenton, what have you been doing at NASA?" Sam queried, obviously extremely interested in the answer. "I always wanted to travel to other worlds. I was going to do that in NASA, but I couldn't pass up the Stargate program."
"Really?" The question seemed to perk Fenton up considerably. "Lately all they've been doing is trying to design bigger and better rockets; it's not really my thing. I just pilot whatever thy give me. All I do at the moment is wait for them to finish. What's your area of expertise?"
"Theoretical Astrophysics."
"Nice." The astronaut whistled, clearly impressed. "I've always been a little slow when it comes to math and science."
"And yet you made it into NASA?" O'Neill threw out the question with perfect deadpan.
"I prefer to ignore the laws of physics." Fenton grinned sheepishly, holding out his hands in a disarming manner. He noticed the watch on his hand and quickly checked the time. "I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me. I have a few things that I need to see to." He raised himself out of his seat and had exited the room before anyone could come up with a reply. The silence he left in his wake was broken by Jack.
"'Ignore the laws of physics'?"
What do you think? Can you understand it, even if you don't know about the other fandom? Any comments would be helpful. Will update within the next week. Please Review!
-Gryph