Birds of a Feather
Sentinel and Guide
(Hammond's POV)

Author: Clea Saal
Fandom: The Sentinel / Stargate: SG-1
Rating: 13+
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Buffy, the Vampire Slayer


The Sentinel

Stargate: SG-1
Crossover series

Birds of a Feather

In the Genes

A Watcher's Son


Sentinel and Guide
(Hammond's POV)

I'm looking at the two men who are sort of standing in front of me --the latest additions to the SGC-- and the truth is that they are nothing like I had been expecting them to be... especially Sandburg. The guy looks so out of place here that it's not even funny.

When Jack told me that Daniel had a brother I basically pictured a slightly younger version of our favorite archeologist and even after I had seen some pictures of said brother, well, let's just say that those pictures failed to prepare me to meet the man.

The first thing I noticed about him is that he's short... okay, to be perfectly honest the first thing I noticed was the hair but then again it is kind of hard to miss. In addition to that there's the fact that he just won't stand still... and the fact that as soon as he walked into my office he made himself at home and perched himself on my desk. Now, I may not be a stickler for protocol but the way I see it this kid is definitely taking things too far. I tried glaring at him but it didn't really do me any good. As for his partner, well, at least the man looks like he belongs in a military facility... in fact, regardless of what the official paperwork may say, I can tell that the man is military to the core. That should be a source of comfort under the circumstances but unfortunately the fond amusement with which he is looking at his partner tells me all I need to know about how much help he's likely to be when it comes to keeping Jackson Jr. --I mean, Sandburg-- in line. I may be the general in charge of this facility but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that, as far as Ellison is concerned, Sandburg is his commanding officer and that is not something that's likely to change any time soon.

I have to struggle to keep myself from shaking my head. I had been kind of hoping against hope that this wouldn't turn out to be another one of those ticking time-bombs SG-1 seems to enjoy dropping on my lap on a regular basis but apparently it is going to turn out to be just that. No matter how I look at it, I don't think the concept of military discipline is something Sandburg is going to be embracing any time soon and, if the way in which Ellison is looking at him is anything to go by, then chances are there's a lot more to this kid than meets the eye and that is definitely reminiscent of his older brother... too bad he is so definitely not military.

Well, I guess things will get interesting around here with these two, not that they weren't interesting enough. Of course, right now my top priority has to be to figure out what these two can do and what the heck am I supposed to do with them and that I'm afraid won't be easy. Sure, I've read their files but seeing how they managed to keep the sentinel aspect out of those same files, I am all too aware that the information I've been able to gather is essentially worthless... or far less reliable than it should have been.

I mean, Sandburg's qualifications as an anthropologist will make him a valuable asset to this facility --as will Ellison's military experience and survival skills-- but the fact remains that those are not the skills that brought them here. They are here because they are sentinel and guide and that is something that, just like Sandburg, will probably take some getting used to.

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