title: Psycho Physicists?

author: lisa roquin

rating: pg13

fandom: Angel/Stargate SG1

series/sequel: sequel to Dreams of Another Life

disclaimer: all copyrighted characters and their "universes" belong to their respective authors, writers, creators, production companies, producers and long lists of people that are so very much not me. Quite simply, if you recognize it, it isn't mine. No profit made, no harm intended, just having fun.

summary: the deal Angel made for Conner to have a normal life...well, it's not so normal.

author's note: tth fic for all #1037 Conner/Daniel Jackson.

author's note II: Connor's "normal new life" turned out the son of Nicholas Ballard raised mostly in the social services system, who goes to live with Nicholas' grandson, Daniel Jackson.

Connor stretched and glanced at the clock. Noon. He supposed he should get up. At least it was Saturday. He was a night owl by nature, rarely asleep before three even if he had to be up for the classes at the community college his nephew insisted he take.

Screwed up sleeping habits must be a family trait. Daniel was an insomniac who lived on coffee for days as he worked on translations then crashed and slept round the clock.

A yawn and another stretch Connor reluctantly crawled out of bed and headed for the kitchen. There was bound to be some coffee in the pot, even if it was cold. Daniel compusively brewed a new pot the second one was empty. There was a note taped to the coffee maker, an odd place for it but the one place that either of them were gaurenteed to notice a note left for them.

An Emergency? Connor snorted. He wondered how long his genius of a nephew was going to try to get away with the Space Telemetry cover story. Connor had been in Colorado seven months now. You did not have "emergencies" working Space Telemetry, at least not the kind you came home with bullet wounds like the last emergency that had Daniel gone for a week.

Whatever the hell his nephew was wrapped up in it wasn't Space Telemetry. Whoever came up with that coverstory was a true idiot, at least if they expected it to hold up to anything but a paper review--and probably not even that, after all the base would have to have medical supplies up the ying-yang on their requisitions by the state Daniel and his team came home in on a regular enough basis.

And Murray? That man was not human. Connor really wasn't sure what the guy was but it was not homo sapien. Murray didn't seem to be any thing but a decent, if strange, guy. Daniel Jack and Sam all trusted him. So, whatever the not-human was about him Connor let it slide, though he did keep a careful eye on Murray. The "I'm From Mozambique" line was about as believable as the "I work Deep Space Telemetry, even if I got a concussion and a bullet graze doing it" line of bull.

Connor was actually surprised how good life had been going with him. Daniel was pretty cool for a brainiac geek. In a weird sort of way they had a lot of similarities--mostly Nick dumping them on Social Services and not being able to be bothered with either of them. Daniel forgave the old coot, Connor didn't. They agreed to disagree on that point. But then Daniel had the distance of Nick being his slightly nutso grandfather, which was different than being the son Nick never wanted and never could be bothered with.

Daniel had never made the mistake of treating him like a stupid kid or something. Oh there were the demands for the GED and the college classes but Connor didn't have too much trouble with that (other than the getting to bed before dawn and getting up before noon part).

Connor checked the fridge after his second cup of coffee. Nothing. "Well, I guess I know what I'm doing today."

~*~*~

"Oh, hells," Connor gaped as Murray carried Daniel into the house with Jack leading the way. "What are you trying to do? Get yourself killed? You ever hear of kevlar or ducking?"

Jack snorted. "I've been telling him that for years."

"Have not. You've never said a word about kevlar Jack."

"Smart ass," Jack shot back.

"So what? Psycho physicists go on a rampage after staring at computer screens too long? Ohh I know--aliens sent radio signals that hypnotized them into rampaging cave men."

Daniel stared at Connor in shock.

Connor smirked. "I'm not going to ask, I get you can't tell, but can we give up the Deep Spaece Telemetry please? You might be the one with the brains in the family, but I'm not that dumb."