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Summary: Jim & Daniel sit under a tree in the Cheyenne Mountain grounds, catching a breather on a busy day, reflecting on their life, their parenthood and children, their perspective on this world, and wondering about their friends lives, too!
Info: Characters from Ashes To Ashes & one from Foyle's War get a mention/more background info!!
Jim and Daniel sat under a tree in the grounds of Cheyenne Mountain. Their twin baby children were with them at work today... The Big Wigs still liked to keep an eye on them, make sure no alien invasion was being planned! Dario James and Alani had been worn out by a day out at work, and were asleep in the arms of their parents..!
Jim smiled, as the army mechanic team walked by, toward one of their warehouses in the grounds...
"Gene and co. have settled in quite well, haven't they?" Daniel 'asked', after a while...
"Yep!" Jim replied. "Think so..."
Gene and his team had travelled through time to be here. It was a complicated matter. But a fluke of happenstance had meant that Gene and his team were protected from, or issued by, some changes in the timeline – Most of which the SGC had a hand in repairing, but Gene Hunt, Sam Tyler, Ray Carling, Chris Skelton, Alex Drake, Shaz Granger, and Samantha Stewart, were 'collected' from time, saved by weird science (like a 'bubble', similar to how Five, of the humanoid replicators, had lived) in a sense. But they could not go home, to their own time, because they were no longer meant to live there, and the timeline could not be messed with anymore... People's perceptions could not be changed, not without trying to make them somehow believe the team had risen from the dead!
Daniel watched Gene and his team walk toward their next project. Alani, his daughter, still asleep, wriggled in his arms a little, and he looked to her, as he spoke to Jim. "Maybe, we should have a meal for everyone at ours, when we can... I hope they would welcome it." He spoke of Gene and his team, and a few others of his friends whom most especially must struggle to belong. It's difficult to know what to do..." He remembered how he'd often felt like that, sometimes, he still did... This world was so strange, this SGC existence, but it was his home, and he loved the people in it...
Jim, cradling his baby son, Dario J, in the crook of his other arm, rested one hand on Daniel's thigh gently, just for a moment, to say 'I know...' without actually saying the words... It was such a bizarre world they lived in – such a different perspective! Here they were, fathers sitting under a tree with a baby son and daughter who genetically, as much as emotionally, belonged to both of them – and the rest of the planet had only just started dreaming up such ideas; had not yet, not quite, or truly, come so incredibly far...
The End

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