Stakes & Gates by Teri
Chapter 2: First Contact
"Rupert Giles." He answered absent –mindedly still concentrating on his translation.
"Mr. Giles? My name is Samantha Carter. We have a mutual friend, Dr. Daniel Jackson."
"Ms. Carter. I appreciate your calling back so fast. I had just left a message for Daniel. I hadn’t expect to him to get back to me so soon." Giles sighed. "I assume that Daniel explained my problem. You must be quite talented for him to trust you with my request. Not to mention the fact that you are intelligent enough not to dismiss Daniel as lightly as many do."
"Mr. Giles?" Sam said again. She had been trying to interrupt him since he began speaking. It was apparent that this Mr. Giles didn’t know that Daniel was . . . gone. "Mr. Giles, Daniel didn’t ask me to call."
"What? Oh, he didn’t? I’m sorry then. I just assumed." Giles gathered his mind together. "If Daniel didn’t tell you to call, what can I do for you."
Sam looked over at Jack who was listening in on the conversation. He mouthed to her, "Tell him."
"Mr. Giles, I was calling because I needed help translating an important work that seemed to be a very early form of Celtic. We found your name in Daniel’s address book. Sir, I don’t know where you left a message for Daniel, but he will not be able to call you back." Sam paused. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, especially on the telephone, but Daniel . . . Daniel died about two months ago."
Giles sank down into his chair shock clearly evident. "How?"
"I’m afraid that is classified Mr. Giles."
"Classified? Ms., just who are you? What was Daniel involved in?" Giles asked, distraught.
"I’m Major Samantha Carter, United States Air Force. Daniel and I worked together and more importantly he was my friend."
"Daniel working for the Air Force? I find that hard to believe, yet for some reason I do not doubt you." Giles realized that the military would not hire someone with Daniel’s less than stellar academic reputation unless they had good reason not to believe his reputation, which would mean . . . it would mean the colonial government must have some reason to believe his unusual theories. He himself had never believed Daniel’s theories of aliens in Egypt and the like. However, he knew there were enough things that were true that humanity as a whole believed to be only myths, so he had tried to keep an open mind. After all, would most people believe him if he announced to the world about demons, vampires, and one slayer to save to them all? Daniel had.
"I’m sorry." Sam said softly.
"I’m sorry. I realize I don’t have the market in grief. I just thought that he would enjoy a longer life then his parents." Giles paused and cleared his throat. "You called about a translation?"
"Yes, part of the work Daniel was involved in." Sam explained. "It is of the utmost urgency that we get this translation, but no one we know can read it."
"I’d be happy to take a look at for you in a week or so. Right now I have my own translation problem."
"Perhaps," Sam began as she looked to Jack who nodded his assent knowing what she was about to propose. "Perhaps if you can help us with our translation we would be able to assist you with yours."
"No, I really . . . " Giles was going to say couldn’t. How could he turn over a document talking about demons to the American military. Of course, it is a matter of the utmost importance and they would likely dismiss it as mythology or fairy tales. These people worked with Daniel, so they must be use to odd texts. Considering the urgency of the matter, it may be worth the risk. "On second thought, I would appreciate the assistance. I am eager for a full translation of this text."
"Okay, I can e-mail you a copy of the text. What is your e-mail address?" Sam asked.
"Actually," Giles began. "I do not have an e-mail address."
"Sweet! Finally someone who knows less about technology than me!" Jack cheered. "See I told you such a person existed!"
Sam smiled indulgently at him.
"Besides," Giles continued. "I would assume that this would be a transcribed copy of the document not an imagine of the original."
"Of course. Forgive me of course you would know that you cannot scan some older documents due to their age and the potential for damage when exposed to those infernal machines." Giles took a breath. "It would be better if I could see the original document. Occasionally there is something essential that is missed in the original transcription that is important for an accurate translation."
"Even sounds like Daniel." Jack muttered.
"We would be happy to fly you to our base." Sam offered.
"No, I am afraid that wouldn’t be possible right now." Giles offered. There was no way he could leave the children alone to deal with this latest threat even if it did feel like they didn’t need him anymore.
"Can you hold on a for a moment?"
Sam hit the mute button on the phone. "Sir?"
"Well we know it is important to get an accurate translation quickly, but it is not an emergency." Jack began.
Jonas cut him off. "Colonel O’Neill, perhaps I could take it to him. It would give me a change to see your world. I could translate his document and he could work on ours."
"It might be nice to get away from the base, Sir." Sam added.
"RupertGiles is in California. I would like to see Hollywood." Teal’c added causing both Sam and Jack to look at him.
"Okay, kiddies. I guess we are off to see the wizard in good ‘ole California."
Sam hit the mute button again, "Mr. Giles, how about if we brought the document to you?"
"I believe that would work. When would you be able to arrive?"
Sam looked to Jack who mouthed ‘Morning’.
"We could be there first thing in the morning."
"Very good. Will you be flying?"
"I’ll send one of my associates to meet you. He’ll have a sign that says ‘Major Carter’. Is this acceptable?"
"Yes. Thank you."
They made final arrangements as to time of pick-up, etc. Both parties hung-up.
Giles immediately picked-up the phone to place another call.
"Xander. Giles. I need you to pick some people up at the airport for me tomorrow."
"You should be there by 6:30am."
"6:30? AM?" He sound incredulous. "In the morning?"
"That’s usually when 6:30 am is – in the morning."
"Oh, for crying out loud! Fine."
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