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FIC: FCGen: The Man Behind the Curtain (SG-1)
Title: The Man Behind the Curtain
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
For: OEAM Writer's Circle, April Prompt (Minor characters)
Genre: FCGen
Characters: Walter Harriman
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor do I profit from their use.
Summary: Walter is the glue that holds the operation together.
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THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN
“Chevron seven locked,” Walter announced as the last chevron locked into place and the Gate opened with a loud ‘whoosh,’ ready for SG-1 to head out to their next assignment. Cameron Mitchell turned back and nodded at him then he and the rest of the team were gone through the Wormhole.
“Good job, Chief,” General Landry said, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’m going to the cafeteria. Want anything?”
Walter had always been amazed by Hank Landry. When he’d come to the SGC to take Jack O’Neill’s place as commander, he’d depended on Walter to tell him how things worked. Walter still smiled at how General Landry would shout questions at him instead of using the intercom. Landry had taken to calling him Chief, for Chief Master Sergeant. He kinda liked the sound of it.
“I’d like a soda, sir, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Landry just laughed and was gone, returning in about fifteen minutes with a soda and a piece of that chocolate cake that General O’Neill loved so much.
Walter thanked him profusely.
“Don’t mention it, Chief. I don’t think we could run this place without you. They tell me you’ve been here since General Hammond got here.”
“I have, sir.”
“So you’ve seen it all?”
“Yes, sir. But of course I was safe behind this high impact glass most of the time.”
“Not all the time, I hear.”
“I got to go with General Hammond on the Prometheus to the battle over Antarctica.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Chief. That was a major battle. You’ve been here for nearly every attack on this base, working the Gate and putting yourself at risk just like the guys who go through the Gate.”
Walter felt a little taller after General Landry’s comments.
SG-1 came back through the Gate late that night and Walter was still manning the controls. He’d napped a bit before taking the night shift from one of the techs whose wife went into labor. He enjoyed the late nights here. It was usually quiet and sometimes he and Siler would play cards or video games. It was rare that anyone came or went through the Gate this late.
He hadn’t been expecting them but opened the iris quickly when Daniel’s IDC came through. They came in quickly but didn’t seem to be under fire. The team hadn’t gotten out of the room before General Landry was behind him.
“Any problems?”
“Seems to be a routine return, sir.”
Landry went to meet SG-1. He’d barely gotten through the door before someone dialed the Gate again. The claxons blared as Walter called out, “Unauthorized wormhole!”
Mitchell and Landry came rushing into the room and looked over Walter’s shoulder.
“An IDC?” Mitchell asked.
“It’s an old one but it’s still valid. It’s General O’Neill’s.”
Landry commanded. “Go to red alert and open the iris.” Armed men rushed into the Gateroom, all aiming their weapons at the Stargate.
The iris opened as did the Gate and General O’Neill strolled through the Stargate.
“Well, hello, General Landry, Mitchell, Walter,” he said when he came into the operations room.
“General O’Neill, how did you get … wherever you were?” Walter stammered.
“I got to fly one of the new prototype ships to the Atlantis site and I didn’t have a ride home. Besides, I heard a rumor that there’s cake.”
Walter hoped there was some left. It had been quite good.
Landry and Mitchell left the room to go to the cafeteria for cake with General O’Neill and Walter stayed at his post. Before he left the room, O’Neill leaned close to Walter and said, “I’m gonna steal you away from here one of these days.”
Walter smiled to himself after they left. The SGC was made up of lots of people and many of them were like him, men behind the curtain but he was proud to be a part of it all, no matter what his duty was.
~end~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
For: OEAM Writer's Circle, April Prompt (Minor characters)
Genre: FCGen
Characters: Walter Harriman
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor do I profit from their use.
Summary: Walter is the glue that holds the operation together.
~~
THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN
“Chevron seven locked,” Walter announced as the last chevron locked into place and the Gate opened with a loud ‘whoosh,’ ready for SG-1 to head out to their next assignment. Cameron Mitchell turned back and nodded at him then he and the rest of the team were gone through the Wormhole.
“Good job, Chief,” General Landry said, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’m going to the cafeteria. Want anything?”
Walter had always been amazed by Hank Landry. When he’d come to the SGC to take Jack O’Neill’s place as commander, he’d depended on Walter to tell him how things worked. Walter still smiled at how General Landry would shout questions at him instead of using the intercom. Landry had taken to calling him Chief, for Chief Master Sergeant. He kinda liked the sound of it.
“I’d like a soda, sir, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Landry just laughed and was gone, returning in about fifteen minutes with a soda and a piece of that chocolate cake that General O’Neill loved so much.
Walter thanked him profusely.
“Don’t mention it, Chief. I don’t think we could run this place without you. They tell me you’ve been here since General Hammond got here.”
“I have, sir.”
“So you’ve seen it all?”
“Yes, sir. But of course I was safe behind this high impact glass most of the time.”
“Not all the time, I hear.”
“I got to go with General Hammond on the Prometheus to the battle over Antarctica.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Chief. That was a major battle. You’ve been here for nearly every attack on this base, working the Gate and putting yourself at risk just like the guys who go through the Gate.”
Walter felt a little taller after General Landry’s comments.
SG-1 came back through the Gate late that night and Walter was still manning the controls. He’d napped a bit before taking the night shift from one of the techs whose wife went into labor. He enjoyed the late nights here. It was usually quiet and sometimes he and Siler would play cards or video games. It was rare that anyone came or went through the Gate this late.
He hadn’t been expecting them but opened the iris quickly when Daniel’s IDC came through. They came in quickly but didn’t seem to be under fire. The team hadn’t gotten out of the room before General Landry was behind him.
“Any problems?”
“Seems to be a routine return, sir.”
Landry went to meet SG-1. He’d barely gotten through the door before someone dialed the Gate again. The claxons blared as Walter called out, “Unauthorized wormhole!”
Mitchell and Landry came rushing into the room and looked over Walter’s shoulder.
“An IDC?” Mitchell asked.
“It’s an old one but it’s still valid. It’s General O’Neill’s.”
Landry commanded. “Go to red alert and open the iris.” Armed men rushed into the Gateroom, all aiming their weapons at the Stargate.
The iris opened as did the Gate and General O’Neill strolled through the Stargate.
“Well, hello, General Landry, Mitchell, Walter,” he said when he came into the operations room.
“General O’Neill, how did you get … wherever you were?” Walter stammered.
“I got to fly one of the new prototype ships to the Atlantis site and I didn’t have a ride home. Besides, I heard a rumor that there’s cake.”
Walter hoped there was some left. It had been quite good.
Landry and Mitchell left the room to go to the cafeteria for cake with General O’Neill and Walter stayed at his post. Before he left the room, O’Neill leaned close to Walter and said, “I’m gonna steal you away from here one of these days.”
Walter smiled to himself after they left. The SGC was made up of lots of people and many of them were like him, men behind the curtain but he was proud to be a part of it all, no matter what his duty was.
~end~