Epilogue
Colonel Jack O'Neill was standing on the tarmac of one of the many runways at Schriever Air Force Base. He was wearing a flight suit, with his helmet tucked under his arm, which was sporting a simple black brace. He was tanned, his haircut was perfect, and he was feeling better than he had in weeks.
"How many strings did you have to pull to do this, Sir?"
Major Samantha Carter was standing next to Jack. Dressed similarly, she was holding a helmet as well, but she wasn't looking quite so healthy. The last couple of weeks, she'd lost a little weight, and had even missed a few morning briefings; something that had her Commanding officer concerned enough that he'd asked her about it a few times. She'd simply told him she wasn't feeling well.
"I didn't have to pull any. Hammond did all the dirty work. I just owe him big."
"I bet."
With the two of them were Daniel Jackson and Teal'c. These two were also wearing flight suits, but Daniel was also wearing a brace similar to O'Neill's, which was protecting his almost-healed right wrist. Behind them were two Agusta-Bell AB 412 Griffon helicopters, warmed up, but with the engines and rotors off. They were simply waiting. Just like SG-1.
Jack was just about to get impatient when a dark military van came around the corner of the far hanger, and pulled to a stop at the edge of the tarmac. The doors opened, and eight small figures came rushing out at them.
"Jack!"
"Sam!"
"Daniel!"
"Teal'c!"
O'Neill grinned, and swept the closest boy up into a bear hug as soon as he was close enough. The rest of the boys from China swarmed Teal'c, Sam and Daniel, shouting with excitement and giving and getting hugs. They were all dressed identically. A few days after Jack had returned home from camp, he'd sent off presents to all the boys that he'd shared the week with. All of them had flight jackets that had their names sewn onto the breast. Just like Jack's and Sam's, only without the wings of gold.
"Where's Devon?" Jack asked, realizing that they were one short.
"His mom picked today to have her baby," Shawn said, still holding Jack tightly. "Sucks, huh?"
"Yeah, it does."
The boys looked at the helicopters that they were standing near, and Andrew grinned excitedly, taking Teal'c's hand.
"Are we really going to get to ride in them?"
"Indeed. O'Neill will fly one, and I will fly the other."
"But you guys remember the rules, right?"
"Yeah! The General made sure we swore that we'd do whatever you told us, and we wouldn't touch anything."
"Especially the doors."
"Can I be the co-pilot, Jack?" Shawn asked eagerly.
Jack smiled, but shook his head. "Sorry, buddy. The co-pilot needs to be able to actually fly the helicopter if something happens. Sam's going to be my co-pilot. You can sit in the navigator's seat, though."
"Oh, boy!"
"Who's your co-pilot, Teal'c?" Andrew asked, looking at Daniel, who shook his head. It wasn't him!
"General Hammond has expressed a desire to come with us on this flight," Teal'c told the boy, pointing at a figure that was coming around the corner from the same direction the van had.
Hammond was dressed identically to SG-1, and was grinning. He'd thought O'Neill was out of his mind when the Colonel had asked him to help get something together for the boys from China, but the more he'd thought about it, the more fun the idea had sounded. A helicopter ride would be entertaining for the boys, and it'd be plenty safe enough that none of the parents would object. He'd assumed. He'd been right, too. When the invitations went out for the boys to come to the Air Force base, they'd been answered immediately, and with excitement. And it would be a great way for Hammond to actually hear what had happened at the camp. All the details that no one seemed to want to share with him. The boys would spill it, he was certain.
Jack and Sam came to attention and Saluted Hammond as he approached, and Hammond returned it. Then the boys copied O'Neill and Carter, and snapped highballs at the General, as well. Grinning, Hammond returned them, and gestured for the Airmen that were standing by the helicopters to open the doors.
"Let's take 'em up, Jack," Hammond said, walking towards his helicopter.
"Yes, Sir."
Jack divided the boys into two groups. One went running towards his helicopter, the other group ran to catch up with Hammond. Jack smiled at Carter as the two of them followed.
"This is going to be great, Sam." He said. "What could possibly go wrong?"
The End! (whew)
Author's note: okay, the story is done... no, I probably won't write a sequel, but I'm very glad you guys liked it. I really appreciate the reviews. What I would like is for you to tell me what was the best part of the story, and even what was the worst. (what was the best line?, ect.) Yeah, the epilogue was a little lame, but I wanted to touch bases with the kids once more, and I thought it'd be a fun way for them to do it. (You figure the military owes SG-1 for saving the world, the least they can do is give them a couple helicopters for an afternoon)
Colonel Jack O'Neill was standing on the tarmac of one of the many runways at Schriever Air Force Base. He was wearing a flight suit, with his helmet tucked under his arm, which was sporting a simple black brace. He was tanned, his haircut was perfect, and he was feeling better than he had in weeks.
"How many strings did you have to pull to do this, Sir?"
Major Samantha Carter was standing next to Jack. Dressed similarly, she was holding a helmet as well, but she wasn't looking quite so healthy. The last couple of weeks, she'd lost a little weight, and had even missed a few morning briefings; something that had her Commanding officer concerned enough that he'd asked her about it a few times. She'd simply told him she wasn't feeling well.
"I didn't have to pull any. Hammond did all the dirty work. I just owe him big."
"I bet."
With the two of them were Daniel Jackson and Teal'c. These two were also wearing flight suits, but Daniel was also wearing a brace similar to O'Neill's, which was protecting his almost-healed right wrist. Behind them were two Agusta-Bell AB 412 Griffon helicopters, warmed up, but with the engines and rotors off. They were simply waiting. Just like SG-1.
Jack was just about to get impatient when a dark military van came around the corner of the far hanger, and pulled to a stop at the edge of the tarmac. The doors opened, and eight small figures came rushing out at them.
"Jack!"
"Sam!"
"Daniel!"
"Teal'c!"
O'Neill grinned, and swept the closest boy up into a bear hug as soon as he was close enough. The rest of the boys from China swarmed Teal'c, Sam and Daniel, shouting with excitement and giving and getting hugs. They were all dressed identically. A few days after Jack had returned home from camp, he'd sent off presents to all the boys that he'd shared the week with. All of them had flight jackets that had their names sewn onto the breast. Just like Jack's and Sam's, only without the wings of gold.
"Where's Devon?" Jack asked, realizing that they were one short.
"His mom picked today to have her baby," Shawn said, still holding Jack tightly. "Sucks, huh?"
"Yeah, it does."
The boys looked at the helicopters that they were standing near, and Andrew grinned excitedly, taking Teal'c's hand.
"Are we really going to get to ride in them?"
"Indeed. O'Neill will fly one, and I will fly the other."
"But you guys remember the rules, right?"
"Yeah! The General made sure we swore that we'd do whatever you told us, and we wouldn't touch anything."
"Especially the doors."
"Can I be the co-pilot, Jack?" Shawn asked eagerly.
Jack smiled, but shook his head. "Sorry, buddy. The co-pilot needs to be able to actually fly the helicopter if something happens. Sam's going to be my co-pilot. You can sit in the navigator's seat, though."
"Oh, boy!"
"Who's your co-pilot, Teal'c?" Andrew asked, looking at Daniel, who shook his head. It wasn't him!
"General Hammond has expressed a desire to come with us on this flight," Teal'c told the boy, pointing at a figure that was coming around the corner from the same direction the van had.
Hammond was dressed identically to SG-1, and was grinning. He'd thought O'Neill was out of his mind when the Colonel had asked him to help get something together for the boys from China, but the more he'd thought about it, the more fun the idea had sounded. A helicopter ride would be entertaining for the boys, and it'd be plenty safe enough that none of the parents would object. He'd assumed. He'd been right, too. When the invitations went out for the boys to come to the Air Force base, they'd been answered immediately, and with excitement. And it would be a great way for Hammond to actually hear what had happened at the camp. All the details that no one seemed to want to share with him. The boys would spill it, he was certain.
Jack and Sam came to attention and Saluted Hammond as he approached, and Hammond returned it. Then the boys copied O'Neill and Carter, and snapped highballs at the General, as well. Grinning, Hammond returned them, and gestured for the Airmen that were standing by the helicopters to open the doors.
"Let's take 'em up, Jack," Hammond said, walking towards his helicopter.
"Yes, Sir."
Jack divided the boys into two groups. One went running towards his helicopter, the other group ran to catch up with Hammond. Jack smiled at Carter as the two of them followed.
"This is going to be great, Sam." He said. "What could possibly go wrong?"
The End! (whew)
Author's note: okay, the story is done... no, I probably won't write a sequel, but I'm very glad you guys liked it. I really appreciate the reviews. What I would like is for you to tell me what was the best part of the story, and even what was the worst. (what was the best line?, ect.) Yeah, the epilogue was a little lame, but I wanted to touch bases with the kids once more, and I thought it'd be a fun way for them to do it. (You figure the military owes SG-1 for saving the world, the least they can do is give them a couple helicopters for an afternoon)