The Redheads of Mmm...Doctor!

Oh lordy, but it's going to be the death of me to have to wait the rest of this two weeks until my transfer is finalized and I'm in Colorado Springs. I'm putting in a call with a real estate agent tomorrow morning to help me in finding a house. And then I'll be needing to head home tomorrow evening to start packing and getting my affairs in order back in Atlanta.

The meeting today with General Hammond was probably one of the single most intensely intriguing meetings I've ever had. I don't know that I should even be putting this here, but I need to talk about it with someone, and I keep this journal safer than Fort Knox. No one will find it. No one has up to now.

So the job. I'm going into a top-secret program. The facility's like a mile down in the ground underneath NORAD. A mile underground! It's unimaginable just what sort of project they're working on, to need to be that far underground. Right? So General Hammond said that I'd be coming in as the second-in-command of the Infirmary, and I'll be the resident expert on virology. When I asked him what my virological background had to do with this top-secret program of his, he just smiled at me. A very grandfatherly smile. It made me wonder if he has children or grandchildren.

And then he said that I was about to embark on probably the most fascinating journey of my military career…of my life. As I went to ask him what he meant, a klaxon sounded. Instead of answering, he simply smiled again and stood up, motioning for his door. I followed him, uncertain of what I'd agreed to and gotten myself into. He took me into a control room of sorts, expertly weaving around the people working. I did my best not to get run over and ran into his back, not realizing he'd stopped. When I glanced up at him, intending to apologize, he simply stepped aside and revealed…

Perhaps the single most amazing thing I've ever seen. It was an enormous double ring. The outer ring spun around, smoking, while some technician called out about chevrons locking and engaging. And then, the center of the rings exploded toward us in an angry outburst of water. It startled me so badly, I crouched down, terrified that the water would tsunami over us. I really hoped I wouldn't die before I found out what the hell that thing was. And then it resettled to a simple, innocuous pool.

And then, wonder of wonders. People actually walked out of that damned pool of water! A small group of four people. I believe General Hammond called them SG-1. He made sure they were all safe and sound, and then we returned to his office, where he continued to tell me about my new posting. And then he ended the meeting sooner than planned because this SG-1 had come back from their mission earlier than expected. I was disappointed that I was unable to continue questioning him about this facility and my new position, but he offered me the option of coming back tomorrow.

From what he did say today, I get the impression I'll be with this posting for quite some time. Thankfully that really does allow me the chance to have my own home. I haven't lived in an actual house since I lived with Momma and Daddy. Thankfully I never had that sort of equity to deal with when I was with the asshole. When I finally left him, it was the simple matter of ending the lease on an apartment. And since the apartment manager agreed with me on so much of it, I got out of that lease with a perfect referral, and the asshole was forced to pay extra deposits for years to get apartments.

But a house. And a new job. And actual seasons. And mountains. Mountains still intrigue the hell out of me. And now I'll be living and working at the base of one. Okay, I'll theoretically be working in and under one! Wouldn't Daddy be impressed? If only I could tell him exactly what I'm doing now. But I can't, and he'll just continue to think of me as he has for so many years now.

But that's neither here nor there. I was chosen for this posting because of my abilities. And I'll be damned if I let my new CO down…or myself, for that matter.

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