Title: Could Have Beens
Author: lisa roquin
Fandom: BtVS/SG1
Rating: 13
Disclaimer: No copyrighted charecters are any way shape or form mine. They belong to their respective creators, production companies, publishers etc. No harm intended. No money made.
Summary: Forrest wishes he'd taken the Space Telemetry Assignment.
Author's Note: for the TtH 20 Minutes with Forrest challenge
Some part of his conciousness still remained. He was still him, he could still think in the very deepest part of his mind. The microchips might control his movements and the demon parts might make it that much easier but still there was a little locked off corner in his mind that was still him.
He'd been recruited heavily three years before. Several groups had been interested in him. The NID had sounded so much more interesting than Space Telemetry or some of the other groups that had been interested.
The Air Force Colonel had been nice, he'd been upset though. The Colonel had told Forrest he was a damn fool getting involved with the NID. That they would use him up, destroy him and leave him out to dry.
Space Telemetry. Looking back Forrest had to wonder just what that project had been. So top secret there hadn't been even descriptions of what might be expected. Now the blonde woman, a Major and astrophysisicist. Yeah, he could see her at some research facility, until he really looked at her eyes. Absolutely nothing about the Colonel gave the impression of someone who flew a desk, or would be the research type.
He'd been too young, too green. Fresh out of West Point he had wanted adventure. He got it, he supposed. He was now a some sort of demon-cyborg and officially dead, not that he could go home and visit his folks looking like he did now. A.D.A.M. had to be stopped. With luck, Forrest wouldn't survive the stopping of A.D.A.M. and the Initiative. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't live like this. He couldn't even control his actions between the chip and the deomn parts, it was like he was watching a horror show trapped in this little corner of his mind.
"Kid, I can't say a damn thing about what we do unless you sign on, but for cryin out loud. The NID is trouble. Bad news. I hate to see a bright kid like you throw your life away." Colonel O'Neill had shaken his head.
"I won't be throwing my life away" Forrest had replied so certain of that.
He had been so certain of that. So certain he would be so much better off with the NID, with Project Initiative...doing something. Not looking at the stars and waiting for ET to phone earth. He wondered if maybe somewhere else he had chosen the SGC...after all, if he'd learned one thing that the possibilities were endless, and he had seen the Mirror thing once. Some sort of Reality-crossing tech. He hoped one of his other selves had been smart enough not to get involved with the Initiative.
He wished he hadn't. He wished he had found out why a Colonel who's every move screamed Special Ops flew a desk listening for ET. That he had found out why a pretty blonde astrophysicist had the weary eyes of a combat vetran. He wished he hadn't chosen this. He hadn't realized.
Orders. He didn't want to move. Didn't want to do this...he could only hope it would be over soon. That Riley's girlfriend put him out of his misery.