Birds of a Feather
We *REALLY* Need a Better Cover Story
(Jack's POV)

Author: Clea Saal
Fandom: The Sentinel / Stargate: SG-1
Rating: 13+
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We *REALLY* Need a Better Cover Story
(Jack's POV)

I'm standing across from General Hammond's desk, still wondering how to explain this one when he asks me to tell him exactly what happened on our little trip. Knowing that I have nowhere to hide I swallow hard and say:

"Well, sir, the good news is that almost as soon as we got to Cascade we were able to confirm that the person looking into Daniel's past wasn't looking for the SGC, he was interested in Daniel as a person rather than in his work."

"And the bad news?" asks the general, obviously waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Long story, short version: Jackson Junior pulled a Jackson... he basically figured it out anyway, sir," I explain.

"What do you mean, colonel?"

"Well, sir, with all due respect, we really need to come up with a better cover story."

"How about you tell me the long version and start at the beginning," he pushes and I know there's no way out of this one.

"Well, sir, the beginning would have more than a little to do with a really cute redhead traveling through Egypt in September of '68 when all wasn't well in the Jacksons marriage."

"What?" he asks.

"I did mention it was a long story, didn't I?"

"Okay, first things first, care to explain the statement 'Jackson Junior pulled a Jackson', colonel?"

"It's just what it sounds like, sir," I say.

"And who is this 'Jackson Junior'?"

"The guy who was looking into Daniel's background in the first place, sir... and the redhead's son. Apparently after thirty five years she decided to share with Junior the name of his father."

"Let me guess, Dr. Jackson Sr.?" asks the general, sounding far from pleased.

"Yes, sir, it seems like Danny has a little brother after all... and that little brother was trying to figure out whether or not he should try and contact his big brother in the first place. He is a nice guy and he didn't think it was worth turning his brother’s life upside down if it turned out that they had nothing in common other than half their DNA. Of course, when we flew to Cascade we kind of accidentally took the decision away from him... but luckily it turned out that the two of them do have quite a bit in common... in fact you could probably say that they have a little too much in common."

"Do you mean to tell me that I sent three fourths of my flag-team, and compromised the security of this whole project, just because some guy was running a background check on his brother?" asks the general, sounding like he can’t quite believe it... and, well, when he puts it like that I can’t really blame him.

"Yes, sir."

"And the part about him pulling a Jackson?" he pushes.

"You know how Daniel's brains are just as good for getting us into trouble as out of it, sir?" I ask.

"Believe me, colonel, I'm well aware of that fact."

"Well, it seems that those trouble-prone brains run in the family," I explain. "The kid may not have known who his father was until a couple of weeks ago but the brains and the luck seem to be family traits just the same... as is the habit of spousing weird theories that get them kicked out of cozy academic circles. Anyway, Sandburg, a.k.a. Jackson Junior kind of figured that the idea that the pyramids were actually built by aliens made a lot more sense than the idea that a covert ops specialist and an archeologist who was laughed out of the wonderful land of academia because he believed that the pyramids were built by aliens were working together for the Air Force alongside an astrophysicist on something having to do with deep space radar telemetry, sir."

"And you just let him?" all but yells the general, glaring at me.

"Well, sir, with all due respect, the kid didn't ask for my permission before he figured that one out. I swear that if he had asked I would have told him he was not allowed to do it."

"To the best of your knowledge, colonel, is the situation contained?" he asks, shaking his head.

"Yes, sir. I don't think they are going to say anything but..."

"THEY!? How the hell did we go from a he to a they? I thought we were talking about Dr. Jackson's brother!"

"Well, sir, it turns out that Sandburg's a detective, he works with a partner... I think you know what I'm getting at," I explain, hoping that the general will be able to fill in the blanks.

"So what do we know about these people? And I want a real answer," all but growls the general, who I suspect is now on the brink of losing his temper and sending me to the brig.

"Blair Sandburg was born in 1969, the son of one Naomi Sandburg and --as he recently found out-- one Melburn Jackson. He started college at age sixteen, anthropology, and was putting the finishing touches on his dissertation on a rather controversial topic when parts of that dissertation were somehow leaked to the press... I believe the redhead had something to do with that particular snafu. He denounced his own work as a fraud to protect his subject and eventually was hired as a detective by the Cascade PD where he is currently teamed with one Detective James Ellison, who used to be in the army."

"Wait, Ellison... isn’t that the guy who was MIA for a year and a half somewhere in South America over ten years ago?"

"That's the one sir, which is how they were able to connect my name to my background even though most of the details are classified and they didn't have access... and that's also how they were able to gather enough information on me to figure out that there was no way on earth I was babysitting some radiotelescope somewhere. I mean, when you put what Ellison knows about the military and team it up with Sandburg's brains you won't get much past those two... and, as I said, we really do need a better cover story."

"And how am I supposed to explain this one to the chiefs?" all but whines the general, not sounding particularly thrilled about that little 'perk'... as for me, I'm just glad I'm not going to be the one having to do that bit of explaining.

"I don't know, but the fact is that the kid is bound to become a part of Daniel's life so we might as well deal with it now... and with the fact that, according to Carter, chances are that the ability of the Jackson brothers to get in trouble will increase exponentially when they get together,. Of course, seeing how we only had a couple of days this time around we didn't really have a chance to test that theory. Carter was actually quite disappointed by that fact but..."

"Should I be worried about that?" interrupts the general.

"Yes, sir, very worried. It looks like Sandburg is as trouble-prone as Daniel is."

"And now there are two of them?"

"Funny, sir, that's exactly what I said... by the way, I guess maybe this would be a good time for me to mention that that's not all?" I ask, knowing that the worst is yet to come.

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