Stuck Together With You
"So, Daniel, a little brother?" asks Jack as soon as we arrive back at the hotel.
"Yes, I mean wow. It's like..."
"Twenty plus languages and that's the best you can come up with?" he teases me.
"Very funny, Jack.... besides it's more than thirty now if you count alien languages but thats not the point. It's just that..."
"That it's a lot to take in?"
"That's one way of putting it," I agree.
"And the other would be what? 'Wow'?"
"I guess. It's just that this whole thing is going to take some serious getting used to... especially after so many years, you know?"
"Yeah, I imagine it will. So how did things go with Blair?"
"Great! We couldn't really talk much but I think we'll get along just fine... well as fine as we can considering the distance between Cascade and Colorado Springs but still..."
"So, what can you tell me about him?" he pries. Not exactly subtle but then again it's Jack.
"He's smart, he speaks nine languages which is pretty good considering he's not supposed to be a linguist in the first place..."
"I'd say that nine languages would probably be a pretty good number even for a linguist," Jack points out.
"Yes, I guess you are right. Anyway, he studied anthropology and his specialty had to do mostly with pre-Columbian civilizations and native American cultures. Of course that was before he was forced to become a detective after that mess with his diss... do you have any idea of just what that means?"
"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me anyway," he says with a resigned sigh.
"It's just that if we could get him into the SGC... I mean, I'm an egyptologist and that's been very useful considering that Goa'uld culture seems to be mostly based on Ancient Egypt, but we have encountered the descendants of some civilizations that are not really connected with Egypt in any way and even though I can get by when dealing with those that relate mostly to Africa, Asia or Europe due to the high level of cross-pollination between them, the truth is that whenever we have to face the descendants of American civilizations I find myself somewhat out of my depth... and if we were ever to run into a Goa'uld claiming to be Quetzalcoatl or Huitzilopochtli I'd really be lost..."
"Huit what? How can you even pronounce that?" asks Jack, not that I blame him. I may speak over thirty languages but Nahuatl is certainly not one of them and the truth is that it will probably never be, which is why the possibility of recruiting someone with Blairs background is so appealing.
"Actually those are two of the easy ones... if you want a real tongue twister you should try something like Tlahuixcalpantecuhtli. Still, that's not the point. The point is that pre-Columbian civilizations are not my specialty and even though so far we've only encounter their descendants on a handful of planets I admit that they do give me a hard time. You see, the underlying principles behind those cultures are just too different for me to adjust my own experiences to compensate. Besides, before the cover stone was dropped on my lap I was more used to going on digs than expeditions, Blairs specialty is in dealing with isolated living cultures and..."
"Whoa, Danny, slow down. I'm not sure I'm following you but need I remind you that you just met the man a few hours ago? I mean, I get that you are excited, I really do, but you are already thinking about bringing him on board and having him join the SGC... don't you think you may be getting just a little bit ahead of yourself here?"
"I know, but think about it. I mean, he could come in really handy and if Sam was right about Jim being a sentinel then..."
"Oh, she was right about that, believe me but still..."
"What do you mean she was right about that? What happened?" I ask, caught totally off guard.
"Well, let's just say that I'm pretty sure he was listening in on the two of you and there's no way he could have done that if Sandburg had been lying in the first place."
"Do you have any idea of how much help they could be? I ask. I mean, if you look at what the two of them have accomplished here as detectives and try to imagine what they could do on the field out there... can you imagine what they could do in terms of locating missing teams and tracking Goa'uld movements without being detected?"
"And have you even considered that we may have no way to bring them on board in the first place? I know you are excited, Daniel, but you just met the man and I have to tell you that he doesn't look like he is looking for yet another career change... besides, you do remember that pesky little detail about the stargate program being highly classified, don't you?"
"I'm not saying it's never going to happen," Jack reassures me. "I can see how they could be a great asset for the SGC but the truth is that right now is too early for you to even be thinking about that... besides I have to say that some of the things Ellison mentioned would seem to indicate that he is not particularly fond of the idea of attracting military attention to himself --not that I blame him-- and I don't see those two splitting up no matter what."
"Why? What did he say?"
"That he was the one who told Blair to check your background but that he never would have suggested it if he'd known that you were affiliated with the military in the first place."
"Think about it from his perspective. Try to imagine what a Maybourne or a Kinsey wouldn't do to get their hands on someone with his very special skills... or the damage they could do."
"I know, but let's face it, they are exposed already. If Sam could figure it out in a matter of minutes so could someone else and maybe they'd be safer at the SGC."
"I know that, you know that, Carter knows that but we can't tell them that... not without coming clean ourselves," he reminds me.
"In other words we are stuck?"
"We are stuck."