"Dr. Jackson? My name is Buffy Summers and I represent the Travers Foundation..."
Dr. Daniel Jackson was not having a good day. He hadn't had a good day in months. Not since his best friend ended up as a popsicle in Antarctica. This was all he needed, a visitor from the Travers Foundation. He realized that the little blonde was still speaking.
"Miss, um, Summers," he interrupted. "I have no desire to have anything further to do with the Travers Foundation. If you will excuse me." He tried to close the door only to find a foot firmly in place on the threshold.
"Dr. Jackson, the terms of the funding were quite specific. The Foundation reserved the right to request your services at a future date. Please, let me in so that we can discuss this in private."
Buffy glanced towards the house on the right. "I think we have a bit of an audience."
Daniel reluctantly opened the door further to allow her in. She entered and he closed the door behind her. They moved into the living room and sat down.
"Please call me Buffy."
"Miss Summers, my dealings with the Foundation effectively destroyed my academic career years ago. In case you haven't noticed, I haven't published so much as a journal article in over a decade."
"While I can understand your reluctance to have anything to do with the Foundation it was only partially to blame for your less than illustrious career. The Foundation's funding made it possible for you to pursue your research. You were the one that developed a theory about the pyramids that flew in the face of conventional research. You were the one who was naive enough to think that academic establishment would accept your theory."
Daniel's temper started to burn. "Makes one wonder why they funded my research doesn't it?"
Buffy had the grace to blush.
"You are right, there was an ulterior motive. The Foundation has always been on the lookout for brilliant minds that looked beyond the accepted world view. By funding unorthodox projects they gained not only the research but the researchers. The clause in the funding contract was only part of it. They knew that promising careers would be destroyed, making it easier to recruit the researcher. You would have been recruited except for the fact that you were considered to be too decent, soft in fact. You didn't have the level of ruthlessness that they required."
"So, why show up now? Have I become hard enough for them? Ruthless enough?"
"Actually, its kind of the opposite. Two years ago the Foundation had a major shake-up. Most of the old board have been replaced. Most of the Foundation's researchers were lost at the same time. We are in the process of contacting a number of people formerly considered not quite hard enough."
"So if you are in the process of creating a kinder and gentler Foundation, why are you attempting to 'draft' me? Nothing you have said so far makes me want to have anything to do with it."
Buffy was getting impatient at this point. Stubborn was apparently Daniel Jackson's middle name.
"The research that the Foundation does is important and we want the best people conducting on that research. You are one of the best, despite your non-career. Your intelligence and curiosity were noted years ago, the fact that you are also a decent person is no longer considered a problem. And I am attempting to recruit not draft you.
"I'll be in town for a few days. I'd like to leave some documents with you." She placed a large envelope on the coffee table. "Just look them over. If you are interested, give me a call and we'll talk. My cell phone number is in there. I'll see myself out."
An hour later, Daniel's curiosity won out and he opened the envelope. He stared in disbelief and reached for the telephone.
"General Hammond, we have a security breach..."