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"For You, I Will "Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language, violence, torture, abuse, character death (sort of), misuse of electricity, telepathy, politics, Sci-fi, crossover, AU Pairings: 1x2, other Summary: Crossover w/ Stargate: SG-1. On an alien
planet, Colonel Jack O'Neill and the rest of SG-1 find a sick young
man and take him home. Unwittingly unleashing a great threat on the
SGC as the boy isn't all he seems . . . " For You, I Will "
Trowa laced up the steel-toe combat boots that completed the uniform of the SGC teams. The BDUs looked somewhat informal and extremely functional compared to the uniforms of the DCG officials and soldiers. The dark, grayed-green would blend in well should a person need to hide. The vest was heavy, but Colonel O'Neill explained its importance by calling it 'bullet-proof', whatever that meant. It had plenty of pockets with strips of something called 'velcro', which turned out to be a handy way to close a pocket without messing with buttons or zippers. Wufei took more interest in the weapons than the uniforms. He watched O'Neill with singleminded intensity, his eyes scanning over the sleek black shape, glittering and focused. "What are those?" he finally asked. Trowa 'listened' for the answer and knew Wufei did the same. A P-90, a projectile weapon that releases something called a bullet at extremely high speeds, capable of pinpoint accuracy and killing an enemy with a single shot. Trowa smiled to himself; so that was what 'bullet-proof' meant. "You kids are too young for one of these babies," O'Neill said. Wufei blinked. "Why? A P-90 is clearly a superior field weapon. If you show us how to fire it, we can use it with far more accuracy than a human." O'Neill's dark brown eyes flared. "Were you - ?" he began heatedly. Trowa remembered Heero's admonition that O'Neill was touchy about having his thoughts heard, even if it didn't require anything on the part of the telepath to overhear them. "Sorry," he said quickly, relying on his blonde lover's diplomacy skills before Wufei could make the situation worse. "It's a bad habit of ours, asking a question to receive a telepathic burst of information on the subject. We'll remember not to do that in the future." "Or, more appropriately," Wufei thought to him scathingly, "keep it to ourselves." Trowa managed to swallow the smile. Barely. O'Neill neither looked nor felt relenting. "You boys look human," he said after a moment, "so act like it. It'll draw a lot less attention to those abilities of yours, which will keep you safer." Trowa blinked. That, he hadn't been expecting. "A protective overture, from the gruff colonel?" he said to Wufei. Which made the other youth have to fight not to grin. "Maybe he's kinder than he looks, eh?" "We'll follow your lead," Trowa promised aloud. "And I wanted to ask, what are our ranks? Heero told us what he read on your internet about the US Air Force. Do we have a rank? Or are we honorary members of the SGC like Teal'c?" A question which made Teal'c look at O'Neill with his head canted slightly to the side. O'Neill looked both amused and offended. "Airmen," he replied. The lowest rank, Trowa thought. But still, they hadn't earned any honors with these people. That would come when they proved their willingness to defend this world and its people. As long as nothing like Desaine ever happened to them again. He shared Heero's confidence that it wouldn't. These people had an openness about them, an honesty that the people of Desaines never had. Their minds had eventually become foggy and unclear. These humans weren't like them. "Joining the Air Force would be an excellent way to avoid undue scrutiny, O'Neill," Teal'c said. Trowa could only agree. In fact, being human would be the best way to remain invisible. "In more ways that one," he said. "The Gao'uld won't have given up the search for us. They're the ones who burned our world to the ground. They know that at least some of us survived, and they won't let us escape." But you look too damn young to be anything but students of the Air Force Academy, O'Neill thought to himself. Trowa politely pretended not to hear. Wufei did not. "We're not joining the Air Force Academy," he said stiffly. "You couldn't teach us anything." "Damn it, kid, what the hell did I just -" "Sorry," Trowa quickly cut in, wishing he had Quatre's empathy. He could have sent out soothing waves of calm. "We're not used to curtailing our abilities. We'll do better, Colonel." Wufei sent him a small glare, but it lacked heat. Of them all, Wufei hated the most being treated like a kid. Because even though he, at the oldest, was only seventeen, they'd stopped being kids a long time ago. The genetic memory of the N'saian, the construction and using of the Gundams, the confinement and torture at the hands of the Desaines had all aged the five boys beyond their years. And the terrible knowledge that they were the last of their people. When they died, the N'saian would be gone. "Hmph," O'Neill snorted. "You better. Otherwise no one will believe you're human." "We should shield ourselves," Trowa suggested to his friend, "so we can't hear anything at all." "That would leave us vulnerable to ambush attacks," Wufei shot the idea down instantly. "We must always be on our guard." Trowa sighed faintly and didn't bring it up again. As he followed O'Neill and Teal'c out of the locker rooms toward the 'gate room, he reached out with his senses and sent a wordless pulse of love to Quatre. Almost immediately his lover returned it, along with reassurance. He was already enjoying himself with Major Carter, more than up to the challenge of finding a way to 'correct' the problem in the Gundam program. Trowa wished he was with him, but he didn't wish not to be going on this 'field trip', as O'Neill called it. He was looking forward to actual 'gate travel. o0o 0o0 Daniel sat in silence for a time, merely watching Heero and Duo eat and interact. A lot of people, he mused, probably wouldn't pick up the subtle undercurrent between those two. Daniel knew without asking or sensing that the pair were talking to each other without words, and the love he could see in both their eyes belied their tender ages. A sixteen and seventeen year old human pair wouldn't have a relationship with this kind of emotional depth. It was a constant reminder where one wasn't exactly necessary: these five boys weren't kids. No matter what Jack insisted. "How are you two doing?" he finally asked. They both looked up from their meal, and Duo gave him a sweet smile. Of the five, this one had the most expressive eyes, Daniel thought. It was as if being physically well had restored his true personality, that of a vivacious and lively young adult who would rather laugh and joke around than face anything seriously. Rather like Jack. "Fine," the long-haired boy said. "Good, even. We like it here a lot. We like the food, we like the people, we like this base, we like what you're trying to accomplish. We think you're very brave for venturing out into the unknown through your Stargate without even space-flight capability." Daniel took a sip of his coffee and smiled. "You only like the food because you haven't had better." Both boys grinned. "Could we? Sometime?" Duo asked. "Heero showed me some pictures of your world, and it's beautiful. Like our world, only a lot more people. There never were a whole lot of N'saian like there are humans. Do you think we could one day go out and see some of it?" If he had anything to say about it, they would. Daniel smiled. "I hope so. You should get to experience some of the planet you're going to help save, right?" When they both smiled, he changed the subject. "We have an unexpected guest, now." "You mean, besides us?" Duo teased. Daniel chuckled. "Zechs Marquise. What can you tell me about him?" They glanced at each other, then Heero sighed. "He's a Desaine, but he's not a bad person. I don't feel we owe him anything, since he was at least partly responsible for our confinement." "But also for our freedom," Duo said softly, giving his lover a significant look. Heero looked at Duo for a long moment. Then he met Daniel's eyes once more. "He would probably be willing to volunteer to run test programs with our Gundams when they're built." Daniel tapped the tabletop. "That aside, what I want to know is if we can trust him." "Yes," Duo said right away. "Thanks to him, I'm over the virus and everything else much faster than if Doctor Fraiser had treated me. At great personal sacrifice." Heero grabbed one of Duo's hands between both of his own. "We always respected him as a soldier." Daniel nodded. "General Hammond would like to hear your personal thoughts on him before making any decisions, but I doubt we can send him back to Desaine, given what he smuggled out." Duo smiled faintly. "Probably not." Then he gave Daniel a serious, unwavering look. "You know, of everyone we've met here on Earth, your mind is the most . . . disciplined. It's hard not to overhear Colonel O'Neill's thoughts." He grinned. "But you keep your thoughts to yourself. It's peaceful." "And also the first step to learning to control telepathy," Heero added. Daniel smiled. "I doubt I could become a telepath." Heero shrugged. "Your minds aren't so different from ours, in a lot of ways. I think the human brain has a great deal of untapped potential." It was strange to hear words of wisdom like that from such a young person. Especially since it wasn't the first time he'd heard them. Daniel waved it off. "Jack could learn, too. He's not as dumb as he lets people believe." Duo grinned. "We know. I kinda like him. He's got this rugged, playful exterior, and he's really . . . um, handsome." Heero snorted. Daniel couldn't help it and laughed. "Well, you'll get to know all of us well in the next few months, I'm sure. I had one more thing I wanted to ask right now, then I'll let Doctor Fraiser have you. It's about these Gundams." Both boys sobered. "What about them?" Heero asked. Daniel folded his hands. "Are you sure you want to build them? I understand you feel you owe us something, you want to repay a debt. I probably couldn't change your minds about that, could I?" Both of them shook their heads. "My question is, are you all right with building them? I saw your faces when you talked about them. They make you uneasy. No one here will force you to do anything. There are other ways you can help out around the SGC." Heero blinked, seeming surprised. He took a deep breath. "We've had some negative experience with them," he admitted after a moment, "and the thought of building more was unsettling at first. We destroyed the Gundams ourselves. But we know more now than we did then. We can make new ones that won't have the problems of the old ones. Quatre's been checking in with us, telling us how smart Major Carter is. She'll be able to come up with something, I know it." Their faith in her would make Sam smile, Daniel resolved to tell her first chance he got. "All right. Just remember, you're under no obligation to do anything that would hurt you." "Thank you," Heero said. Rising, Daniel left them alone to finish their lunch. He certainly hoped the boys believed his words. o0o 0o0 "So, how does that invasive neurological link work that Wufei mentioned?" Sam asked. Quatre hopped up to sit on a clear counter in Major Carter's lab. She insisted he call her Sam, and with a little practice he was beginning to think of her as Sam, too. She was a woman, and she had some maternal instincts like Doctor Fraiser. But she was also a warrior, and a competent one at that. Quatre liked her. A lot. "Well, it's . . . Do you know of the Tok'ra memory recall devices?" he asked. "Yes. We've unfortunately encountered them." He grinned. "They're sort of like that. Except, instead of one disc it's two, one for each temple. They're connected by a thin metal bar that has some lights. When the lights flash red across the band, it means the link is severed or has been disrupted. When the lights flash green, it means a successful connection has been established with the host pilot and the Gundam is stabilizing and synchronizing the link. When the lights are a solid blue across the band, the Gundam has synchronized its programming with the host pilot's brainwaves and the link is stable." "Okay," she said, frowning slightly as she committed it to memory. "How does the actual hardware work?" "Each disc has a delicate network of wires that are finer than a single strand of hair. These wires form a physical connection with the brain, and it's painful." "The whole time you're connected to the Gundam?" she asked. "No, just while the connection is being established. However, when the Gundams first started trying to control us, then it was painful all the time. We think they were trying to use pain to distract us enough to override our brainwaves with their own program." Sam shook her head. "I can't even guess how to write a program like that. Are you sure you need my help?" He laughed softly. "I think we need a fresher perspective. And in their own way, your computer systems are quite sophisticated." She gave him a rueful grin. "You're just being polite. But even if I'm of no use, I'd still like to have a hand in solving this problem. So. I haven't really had a chance to look over the schematics of the Gundams. How about you walk me through them, diagram by diagram. I can't do a think unless I understand the technology." As Quatre dove into them, he found himself smiling and
getting a little excited. Yep. He really, really liked Sam Carter.
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