Search & Rescue: Heroics
Search and Rescue. Title:
Willow/Daniel Jackson. Disclaimer:
I own nothing. Buffy and Angel people belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy. I'm just playing. Don't sue. The Stargate people belong to Gekko Productions, Double Secret Productions, MGM/UA, Showtime/Viacom.. a hell of a lot of people, if you ask me! Rating:
18 – for swearing Warnings/Authors Note:
Set three months after Instinct. AU. Same as the other fics. Won't make sense unless you read Lost Warrior & Instinct. Summary:
An act of heroics lands Willow in hot water with the people she least expects.
Come on Rosenberg don’t fail us now.
Kawalsky watched helplessly as Rosenberg fought for her team. She was doing damn well but she was up against someone who was not only older but more skilled.
He was beginning to doubt Rosenberg’s chances.
Their girl was good but was she that good? He’d liked to think so. All together, SR-1 had three hundred dollars riding on the redhead kicking Colonel Atkins ass.
She had a full house.
God he hoped that was enough.
Rosenberg was fighting for Commissary Poker Champion. Hey! They had to do something! It had been a quiet month for S&R and this daily poker match, held in their lunch hour, broke the monotony. At least Rosenberg was looking better than she had in a long time.
In fact, Rosenberg not only looked better but she seemed to more relaxed.
Since he had known her, Rosenberg carried her past like a shield, using it to keep everyone away. Christ, Kawalsky would probably be the same if he saw as much as she did when she was eighteen. Their girl was reluctant to care about people because she was scared of losing them.
Slowly, SR-1 broke through her barrier, now she was letting other people in.
It had taken her almost a year to finally let the SGC be her home.
The more people she let in, the more relaxed she became. Which was why, Kawalsky thought, the General hadn’t canned their little gambling match. The last month had been quiet for S&R but the previous two had been hell.
Rosenberg had been run to the brink of exhaustion a few times, until Jack finally put an end to her trying to save everyone. His first order, as General, was to tell Rosenberg to get a life. Kawalsky grinned at the memory, Rosenberg hadn’t taken that order to well and now the General affectionately referred to their girl as ‘Lieutenant Pain in the Ass’.
They called her O’Neill Junior for short.
She was a headache for Jack. Rosenberg took more risks than any other person in S&R and was known to defy orders if she thought there was a chance a team could be saved. Not that Jack had anything to bitch about, he had been worse than her when he was a member of SG-1. When Hammond found out what Rosenberg was doing, he said one word to Jack – Karma.
Every stunt she pulled was another piece of ammunition for Jack to plead his case for her to transfer to SG-1. He had to admit, Rosenberg was perfect for it but she refused to join SG-1, for which Kawalsky was infinitely grateful. For the last three months, Jack had tried everything to get her to go into a field unit but their girl remained firm.
Search and Rescue was her passion.
An extremely stressful and dangerous passion.
This was a way for her to blow of a little steam… and to make them a little money.
Come on, Rosenberg, show them who’s…
“Excuse me, Lieutenant Rosenberg?”
Shit! Not now! Kawalsky caught a glimpse of Atkins hand, Rosenberg was going to cream him. He shot a look to the Airman standing in the doorway of the commissary.
The redhead reluctantly looked away from her hand. “Yes, Airman?”
“You have a telephone call, Ma’am. They said it was an emergency, they’re on line seven.”
Rosenberg had gone a whiter shade of pale. “Thank you, Airman. Dismissed.”
Her voice was full of fear.
She was thinking the worst. If this wasn’t a damn emergency, Kawalsky was going to kill whoever the hell said it was. No one should go that pale. On the other hand, he hoped to god it really wasn’t an emergency. Rosenberg was slow in letting people in but once you were in, she was loyal as hell.
“Ah, guys, can you excuse…”
“Go,” Atkins pointed towards the telephone located on the wall just behind Willow.
“Lieutenant Rosenberg,” Willow stated as soon as she picked up the phone.
Kawalsky couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Rosenberg. She seemed freaked and when Rosenberg freaked out, the team reacted.
They were her family, whether she realised it or not.
If she bled, they bled.
If someone hurt her, they hurt someone.
“W…what?” Rosenberg’s voice cracked with emotion. “Is… is he all right?”
Fuck! Kawalsky was out of his seat and at her side in an instant. He hadn’t even realised Hayes and Grogan moved until Grogan was at Rosenberg’s left.
They were flanking her from all sides.
Not that Rosenberg noticed. Nope, Rosenberg was too busy staring at some spot in the space in front of her looked more freaked than he had ever seen her.
He was getting worried.
Rosenberg looked like she was about ready to run from the room.
“Oh god…” she closed her eyes, and rested her head against the wall, as she listened to whatever the person on the other end was telling her.
Every second that passed she seemed to get worse.
“Everyone else ok? What? Are you sure? Um, ok. I… I’ll leave tonight… no. It… I… tell Giles… ok. No… I’ll ring with the details.”
Leave tonight? Tell Giles? Shit! Giles was the librarian guy Rosenberg talked about all the time. He’d seen his picture in her apartment… something was wrong with Giles?
Giles met Rosenberg in high school – he was a survivor of the massacre.
“But… ok… I’ll see you soon. Bye,” Rosenberg hung the phone up slowly, staring at it like it had grown legs or something.
“Rosenberg, what is it?” Kawalsky asked as gently as he could.
She shook her head, her eyes searching the room wildly. “I have to see the General, where is he?”
Kawalsky felt fear.
Rosenberg was looking around the commissary as though he were here, when she knew full well he was in a briefing with SG-1 and had been since before lunch.
“Willow,” he used her first name in the hopes of snapping her out of the shock. “What happen? Did something happen to Giles?”
She looked at him with wild eyes. “Giles?”
Then she did something he never expected.
She ran out of the room.
They ran after her.
** ** **
Worst part of being a General was that you had to listen to this crap. Carter had been prattling on for an hour and Jack really thought he was going to fall asleep. She knew he didn’t get it, the second she said words like nanno whatever his mind went off on its own.
He really couldn’t help it.
It was SO boring.
It brought tears to your eyes.
He just bet Daniel was getting a kick out of this. He kept on sending amused looks his way. He was going to kill the archaeologist after this was…
“Ma’am,” the voice of one of the SF’s filtered through the door. “You can’t go in there.”
Finally! Something to take his mind of this… Rosenberg? Jack blinked in surprise. Lieutenant Rosenberg just burst into the briefing and…well, she looked like crap.
“Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt…”
“It’s all right,” he waved the SF’s away. “Rosenberg what’s…”
Kawalsky? Hayes? Grogan?
“Ah… would someone like to tell me what’s going on?” And why Rosenberg looked like she did? Jack didn’t even have a word to describe what she looked like.
Scared? No. Terrified? Maybe.
“I have to go to LA,” Rosenberg told him. “They, um, they need me in LA, Sir. Something happened to… something happened Giles.”
Giles? Who the hell… Kawalsky was mouthing a word to him, it looked like he was saying. Sunny? What did the weath…
Giles was one of her friends in LA, one of the survivors. “What happened?”
Rosenberg shook her head. “I’m not sure, he’s in LA memorial. I need… they need me there. I have to go.”
“Is he all right?” Daniel asked.
She had to go? Call him crazy but it looked like Rosenberg was begging him NOT to let her go. Nah, he must be imagining things. One of her closest friends had been hurt, she wanted to be there. Damn it, she just didn’t look like someone who wanted to go.
Maybe she was scared that her friend was going to die.
Rosenberg looked at Daniel, surprise marked her features, as though she just noticed him. Ok, he was getting a little worried here, so was Kawalsky.
“He’s in intensive care but he’ll survive.”
“Oh god, Willow I’m so sorry.”
“Rosenberg,” he pulled out the chair closest to him. “Sit down, and tell us what’s…”
“No,” she refused. “I’m sorry, Sir. I mean no disrespect but I need to go to LA now. If you can’t let me go, I have to resign. I need to be there as soon as possible.”
Whoa! Resign? “Lieutenant, calm down. Kawalsky, what the hell is going on?”
“She got a call, Sir, a few minutes ago. She hasn’t told us what happened.”
Brilliant. “Rosenberg, I’m going to get Fraiser to call LA memorial, see if she can find out what’s wrong with your…”
“Not necessary, Sir,” Rosenberg didn’t seem too impressed with that idea. “I just need to go there, Sir. Immediately, it’s an… he’s in intensive care, Sir. They said he was going to be all right… I have some leave…”
“Permission, granted, Lieutenant. SR-1 is on stand-down for two weeks. Would you like someone to go with you?”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with a shaking hand. “No, Sir.”
She looked downright petrified.
Poor kid, she had been though hell and now she was going through it again. “You’re allowed to go on one condition though, you’re to check in with either Kawalsky or Dr Fraiser every second day.”
He knew full well how hard Kawalsky had worked to get her to open up. The two of them had a few conversations about it, after Kawalsky found out they knew the truth about Rosenberg. They weren’t going to just let Rosenberg go off to LA without keeping tabs on her.
She was family, after all.
The SGC was a small command, everyone knew everyone and well, hell, ok. He had a soft spot for the kid. She had spunk. They called her O’Neill Junior which, he couldn’t really see, but took as a compliment. He’d get Fraiser to call LA memorial as soon as Rosenberg left and then have her give Rosenberg a call to let her know what the real story was.
Rosenberg didn’t look all that pleased the permission had been granted. Was there something she wasn’t telling them?
“Thank you, Sir,” she gave him a small smile before starting towards the door.
Kind of like someone walking to their doom.
Daniel? What the hell was he doing? Why did he want Rosenberg? They hardly knew each other. Rosenberg spun around at the sound of her name.
Neither one of them said anything, Rosenberg met his eyes, nodded, then left the room.
Jack watched her go with a frown.
What the hell was that about? He’d work it out later, right now he was more worried about Rosenberg than he was about the look thing she and Daniel did. In a week, he was sending someone from SR-1 to check up on her.
If Rosenberg thought they were just letting her go without backing her up, she was kidding herself.
They looked after their own.
And Rosenberg was theirs.