Title: I'll Take Care of You
Author: IndilElondili (Call me JC)
Rating: M (for later on)
Summary: Captain Lily Aldarin is SG-2's latest member, and a close friend of Daniel Jackson. When he looses his wife, she comforts him. When he dies, she mourns her loss. But then she is left behind in Baal's hands, and she can no longer worry about anyone but herself.
Spoilers: This will eventually span all 10 seasons.
Disclaimer: Yeah. I don't own SG-1 or any of its affiliates. Don't sue me, I'm broke.
Author's Note: Hey guys, my name's JC, and this is one of my dreamfics. In other words, this has been my daydream for so long that I have finally decided to type it up. I hope you enjoy it reading it, I know I enjoyed writing it. I'll try to write on a schedule, but with school and other things that may be hard. But reviews may make me try harder... Winkwinknudgenudge
I'm sure there are some spelling errors in here. I think I messed up when I installed win office and some how forgot the spelling check. So if you catch any, please tell me! Also, if someone could tell me the name of the bar in town that all the SGC goes to, that'd be great. Else wise, I'll make one up.
One last thing- this is my Stargate-verse. I'm going to ignore a few episodes here and there, but not too many. For example- there is no General Landry. There will be a General O'Neill, Dr. Frasier, and Colonel Mitchell all alive and at the SGC at the same time. I am author. Hear me roar. Heh. Enjoy!
The year was 1996. Twenty-six year old Captain Lily Gwenivere Aldarin, USAF, sat in the back seat of a Civic on her way to her new assignment. She was now based in Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado Springs, Colorado. She didn't know much about her new job, only that it was top secret and ultra-classified. Already she had been told that her cover story was 'Deep Space Telemetry'. Only problem was that everyone who knew her knew she was no scientist. Hopefully she could avoid that particular complication. As the car pulled up to the first security checkpoint, she watched the lieutenant on duty and her driver. She was only allowed onto the base after showing her military ID. The driver moved on and they entered the base complex. They parked in the garage and she was escorted to another checkpoint where she was given a visitor's ID, and then to a series of elevators that seemed to go down forever. Once they reached the bottom, her escort and driver, whose name was Lieutenant Smiers, grinned.
"Welcome to Cheyenne Mountain Complex, ma'am. This used to be a missile silo, but now it's been redone for our present line of work."
"And that is..?" She inquired, speaking almost for the first time. Her voice was a soft contralto, with a curious meter that spoke of an almost forgotten accent.
The lieutenant shrugged. "I'm sorry ma'am; it's not for me to say. If you'll follow me, General Hammond will give you the full briefing."
She nodded and understanding and followed him through a twisting maze of corridors. As if sensing her insipient confusion, the lieutenant said over his shoulder, "I know it seems confusing right now, ma'am, but as soon as you've been here for a little while it'll make sense."
As they continued along, he pointed out the designation markings, describing what lay down the corridors as best he could at the moment. At last they arrived in front of a door marked 'General Hammond'. Smiers knocked smartly on the door and announced loudly, "Captain Aldarin, sir, as ordered." Through the door could be heard a voice with a faint Texas accent saying, "Show her in, son." Smiers opened the door for her and said with a grin, "If I may be the first to say, ma'am, welcome aboard." She smiled back and nodded to him. Self-consciously she smoothed out her uniform as she stepped into the room. Behind the desk stood a large bald man who watched her with a critical eye. Under his scrutiny she straightened her back and gave a smart salute that would have made her superiors proud.
"Captain Lily Aldarin reporting as ordered, sir!"
He returned the salute and then dropped it, watching her for a moment more. Then he smiled warmly at her and beckoned for her to sit down in the one chair opposite his desk. "Welcome, Captain. My name is General George Hammond. Now, let's get down to business, shall we?" And for the next hour and a half she was briefed on something called the Stargate program and how it was founded after the escapade on Abydos and then the attack of Apophis. She would be a member of a team called SG-2, and would be a recon team headed for other planets. She had been hand picked for this assignment because of her outstanding flying skills, her Academy record, and the recommendations of her superiors. At the end of the briefing she felt a little dazed at the volume of the information she had acquired. General Hammond seemed to notice this and smiled. "I'm sure it seems like a lot right now, Captain, but there are many others in your boat. This is a fledgling unit, so I'm getting all the good people as soon as I can. Come, I'll introduce you to the rest of your team."
She was the fourth and final member of SG-2 under Colonel Johnny Ikner, with her other teammates consisting of Captain Bryan 'Wraith' Houseknecht and Lieutenant Gideon Deshain. After bringing them together General excused himself and went along his own business while Lily went about meeting her team. Ike was a single father of 2 and an avid Eagles fan. Wraith and Gideon on the other hand, were apparently both Redskins fans. Even though she grew up in a non-sporty family, she knew enough about football to know that it inspired fierce loyalties. She hoped that the bloodshed could be kept to a minimum. Wraith was 29 years old, and unmarried. Gideon was the youngest, 23 years old and engaged to a nurse on base. After they talked, Gideon led her to her quarters, a small room that she was given as an officer. He left her then, after inviting her to a local bar and diner for dinner with the team and some other SGC personnel.
On the bed was her luggage, for she had chosen to live on base. With a sigh she began to unpack her things and after awhile her quarters began to show her personality. Her desk was covered by a lap top and picture frames showing drawings of people. Her drawings were her passion, alongside flying, and she was very, very good at both. The majority of the drawings were of her family, like her younger sister Jasmine, who most believed to be Lily's twin though Jasmine was 3 years younger. There was also her father Seamus, who had raised Lily and Jasmine after their mother Mary died while giving birth to their stillborn brother Riley when Jasmine was four. A pretty little girl with big green eyes and an infectious smile took up another picture frame. Lily's eyes filled with tears when she saw this last picture and hastily looked away. On the walls were more pictures she had drawn, of places like the rolling hills of Ireland topped by a crumbling castle shrouded in fog, or a sky full of clouds as seen from 50,000 ft up in the air. Smiling away her tears, Lily stretched to relieve tired muscles and caught sight of herself in the mirror and paused. Stepping closer she examined her reflection.
Her face was heart shaped with high cheekbones and a firm chin. She had a small, straight nose and a small mouth with full lips. Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green and almond shaped. Framed by long lashes, they were the dominating features of her face. She pulled her hair out of its military style braid and shook it out. It fell to her waist in thick waves and was a rich auburn color. Her skin was fair, and had a number of light freckles sprinkled all over it. Lily grinned, and her image grinned back at her. She stretched with a yawn then shook herself. Then she formed her hands into fists and cracked her knuckles, and tilted her head to crack her neck at the same time. Once that was done, she twisted her torso sharply in each direction to crack her back. After all that, she smoothed back her uniform. She was also tall for a woman, near 5'9, and lean. She worked out faithfully every day, and the muscles of her arms and stomach reflected that. She wasn't ripped, but simply had nicely defined muscles in those areas. All in all, she looked like what she was: Irish. Her father had emigrated from Ireland 5 years before Lily was born, and then met her mother, who was from an Irish family. They had met in church, and had brought their children up as Irish Catholics. Looking at her watch, Lily then realized that unpacking had taken a couple of hours and that it was nearly time to meet in town with her team. So she then quickly brushed and rebraided her hair, and stepped out into the hallway.
Heading towards her were Colonel Ike and Captain Wraith. When they caught her eye, they smiled.
"G will meet us there. He had to pick up his fiancée."
"Ah."
They led her through the hallways and told her where things were, this time going into more detail than Lieutenant Smiers did. Slowly she began to orient herself. They went back up the elevators and through the security checkpoints and into town. When they reached the bar, Lily suddenly felt very stupid. Both Ike and Wraith were in civvies, while she was still in uniform. When she whispered her error to Wraith, he laughed.
"No one will care, Aldarin. We just come here to laugh and have a good time."
She shrugged and tried to ignore it as they went inside and sat down. From the first moment Lily could tell that this was a military bar. No one else was in uniform, but you could tell by everyone's carriage and manner. As they ordered their drinks Colonel Ike pointed out to her some key people to the SGC.
"Over there is SG-1. That's Captain Carter, she's some sort of scientist as well as a pilot. Next to her is Colonel Jack O'Neill. He's the best of the best, did Black Ops before coming here." Shard leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Apparently he was pulled out of retirement to come to SG-1, even before the Abydos mission." He leaned back. "And- my God, they got Dr. Jackson out here! Wow. His wife is the one who was taken host by Apophis' queen. Apparently Dr. Jackson didn't take it too well, he..." Colonel Ike talked on, but Lily didn't listen as closely as before. She knew her ear would pick out the key parts and retain them, for she was looking at Dr. Jackson. The young man looked out of it. From the way he was slouching in his chair and staring into nothing through the table, Lily knew his thoughts were on his wife. 'Poor guy...' She thought. 'Must be rough, people wanting him to cheer up when so much has gone wrong.' Having been in a similar situation, she could empathize with what he was feeling.
Turning her attention away from Dr. Jackson, she looked at everyone around her and drank it all in. A smile creased her face as the atmosphere got to her. A little bit of apprehension, a little bit of forced gaiety, and a large bit of building family. 'I could definitely get used to this...' She thought to herself. 'I think I'm gonna like it here at Cheyenne. I can't wait to see what happens.' And with that she sipped her drink and settled back to spend some quality time with her new close and extended family.