New Arrivals

A Place To Call Home
by Gadfly

Summary: Jim and Blair finally get to go and look for somewhere to live. Part of A New Direction series; continues on from Learning Curve; crossover with Stargate SG-1.

Author’s Note: Un-beta’d as usual.

Disclaimer: Jim, Blair, Simon, et al, and The Sentinel belong to Pet Fly, UPN, and Paramount. Jack and the gang belong to MGM, and the other Stargate Powers That Be. No copyright infringement is intended.

Janet Fraiser had deferred her talk with Doctor Harris until the morning after Jim had been found and rushed to the Infirmary, wanting to concentrate her energies on treating Colonel Ellison without any distractions. Consequently, by the time Harris strode arrogantly into her office, he had managed to convince himself that he’d done nothing wrong, especially since the Colonel had ultimately survived.

Entering Doctor Fraiser’s office after a cursory knock on the doorframe, he took a seat in front of her desk, leaning back comfortably and crossing his legs, exuding confidence.

Fraiser looked up from the report she’d been writing, her eyes cold and hard.

“I did not give you permission to sit, Captain Harris.”

“Oh, come on, Janet, you can’t be serious,” Harris scoffed, remaining seated.

“You will stand to attention, Captain, and you will address me by my rank,” Fraiser snapped, eyes flashing dangerously.

“Whatever, Major,” Harris drawled insolently, rolling his eyes and slowly standing, crossing his arms in defiance of her instruction to stand to attention.

Janet closed the report, lacing her fingers together and resting her hands on top of the folder. She studied Harris silently for a long moment, until he began to fidget, and finally stood to attention as she had instructed him.

“Captain Andrew Harris, you will be facing charges relating to your negligence in the treatment of your patient, Colonel James Ellison,” Janet stated flatly, her tone and expression formal.

“You can not be serious! How the hell was I supposed to know that he was allergic to the damned medication?” Harris all but yelled, leaning forward to rest his hands on the desk, towering over Fraiser and obviously trying to intimidate her into backing down.

He really didn’t know her at all if he thought that it would work.

“Do I need to advise the security detail to restrain you, Captain Harris?” A soft Texan drawl asked from doorway to Fraiser’s office.

Fraiser stood, snapping to attention, and the colour drained rapidly from Harris’ face as General Hammond, followed closely by Colonel O’Neill, moved into the office. Walking quickly around the desk, the two senior officers moved into positions flanking Doctor Fraiser.

“At ease, Major,” Hammond said quietly to Fraiser. “My apologies for being late, Doctor. Please, continue.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Fraiser relaxed her stance then returned her attention to Harris.

“Captain Harris, you will be charged with dereliction of duty as well as medical negligence. You are relieved of duty until such time as your case is heard. I strongly advise you to contact the Judge Advocate General’s Corps to organise counsel as soon as possible.”

“And I will be adding insubordination to the charges you are facing, Captain, as witnessed by both Colonel O’Neill and myself,” Hammond told the hapless Captain, his eyes flinty and cold. “You will surrender your security identification immediately, and the SFs will escort you from this base. You’re dismissed, Captain.”

Harris’ hand shook with rage as he unclipped his ID badge and handed it wordlessly to the General.

Fraiser, O’Neill, and Hammond remained silent until the Captain had been escorted from the office by the SFs.

“My apologies, Doctor Fraiser,” Hammond said once Harris was out of earshot. “I did not intend to usurp your authority in this matter.”

“No need for apologies, Sir,” Fraiser said with a smile. “I appreciate that you and Colonel O’Neill could spare the time to be here. Perhaps Captain Harris will now begin to understand the gravity of the situation.”

“We can only hope so,” Hammond nodded. “I must admit to being disappointed in him – he came to us with very impressive reports from his previous posting.”

“Yes, Sir, but I’m afraid that the Captain is not really suited to clinical medicine,” Fraiser said with a grimace. “His previous postings were more research oriented, and it seems to me that that is where his talents would best be directed.”

Hammond nodded. “Regardless of the outcome of the special court martial, I can guarantee that he will definitely not be returning to the SGC Infirmary, or to any facility where he will be placed in direct contact with patients.”

“Thank you, Sir. And I’ll be reinforcing the need for everyone on my staff to be familiar with the medical records of all personnel identified as having allergies,” Fraiser told the General firmly.


Jim looked up from where he was absent-mindedly using his fork to push his unappetising breakfast around on his plate to see Doctor Fraiser enter his room. “Hi, Doc. I’m sorry to have caused you so much trouble,” he said quietly, dropping his gaze back to his plate.

Janet was puzzled for a moment, until she realised that Jim must have heard everything that had been said in her office.

“Let’s just get one thing straight, Colonel,” the small doctor said firmly, “you did nothing wrong. You tried to stop Harris from administering that medication, and he wilfully disregard your protests. The onus was on Captain Harris to ensure that he was familiar with your medical records – a duty which he neglected to fulfil. Do I make myself clear, Colonel Ellison?” Janet crossed her arms and glared fiercely at him.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jim said meekly, deciding that Jack had been absolutely right to be scared of the petite CMO. Actually, he may have understated his case.

“Good,” Janet smiled suddenly. “So, how are you doing?” she asked, moving forward to take his pulse, noting as she did that he was still a little pale.

“A bit tired, but better than yesterday,” Jim told her truthfully, then remained silent while she finished her examination.

“How’s Cassie?” he asked as she recorded her findings on his chart.

“Looking forward to Sunday,” Janet grinned, referring to the upcoming barbecue at her house. “She’s still excited that she was able to tell you were a Sentinel just by touching you.”

“Good for her,” Jim laughed. “although I must admit, I was a little shocked at the time. And I have to say, that I’m hoping she’s unique in that particular talent, otherwise it could be a bit of a problem when I go on missions.”

“A Goa’uld called Niirti experimented on Cassie’s people. Some of the manipulation was at the genetic level. Cassie was the only one to survive when Niirti released a virus into the population . If I had to guess, I’d say that something Niirti did to Cassie is what caused her to react to you,” Janet told him quietly, her eyes shadowed at the memory of what Niirti had done to her adopted daughter.

“I’m sorry, Janet,” Jim reached out to squeeze her hand gently. “I didn’t mean to reopen old wounds.”

“I forget sometimes that the newer people here don’t know the whole story about Cassie,” Janet shrugged, determinedly pushing her dark mood and favouring him with a genuine smile. “Well, Jim, I’d say that you’re definitely out of danger now, but I still want you to take it easy for a few days, which means that you won’t be resuming your training until Monday, when you’re scheduled to go off world with SG-1.”

“Works for me. I might finally get a chance to look into finding digs off base for me and Blair,” Jim said with a grin. “So, Doc, when can I get out of here?”

“Well, that depends on how soon can you get dressed,” Janet laughed as Jim immediately pushed the table holding his uneaten breakfast to the side and started to get out of bed.


Returning to his quarters, Jim grabbed a fresh set of BDUs, socks, and underwear, and his toiletry kit and headed for the showers. With everything that had happened, he hadn’t had a chance to clean up after training the day before, and the accumulated sweat and dirt was beginning to make him itchy as hell. Two of the nurses had offered sponge baths, which he’d declined as graciously as he could – after all, it wasn’t smart to alienate the people who could be giving you needles in the future.

Emerging from the shower room half an hour later, hair still damp, and feeling much more comfortable, he stopped briefly back at his quarters to drop off his kit before heading for the canteen. Breakfast in the Infirmary had left a great deal to be desired, and the rumbling of his stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten since lunchtime the day before.

He’d just sat down to enjoy a heaped plate of pancakes and syrup – even though cutting them up with one arm in a sling was somewhat of a challenge – when someone came to stand by his table.

“Uh, do you mind if I join you, Colonel?” Anderson asked somewhat shyly.

“Be my guest, Master Sergeant,” Jim smiled, and moved his tray over to make room for Anderson’s.

“Thank you, Sir,” Anderson gave him a quick smile and slid into the seat across the table from Jim. “And I wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday, Sir,” the Master Sergeant told him soberly. “If you hadn’t noticed that rope about to break…” he broke off and shook his head, paling at the thought of what might would have happened.

“You’re welcome, Sarge,” Jim smiled. “Anyone would have done the same if they’d seen what was happening.”

“Yes, Sir,” Anderson nodded. “But I feel like it’s my fault that you ended up in the Infirmary and got given medication that you were allergic to. You wouldn’t have been there in the first place if you hadn’t saved my life.”

“Not your fault, Sergeant,” Jim shook his head, his voice firm. “Harris never even bothered to check my medical records before he stuck that needle in me. Besides, I doubt he’ll get the chance to make the same mistake again, Sarge,” Jim grimaced at the thought of the charges that Harris was now facing and decided it was time to change the subject. “So, I’m guessing Doctor Fraiser has you off duty today as well?”

“Yes, Sir,” Anderson grinned “Seems a little over the top for a couple of bruises, but I’m certainly not going to be the one to argue with the Doc!” News of what had happened to Harris had spread rapidly through the base, only adding to Janet Fraiser’s already fearsome reputation.

“Roger that, Sarge,” Jim laughed in agreement as he dug into his breakfast.


After breakfast, Jim headed for the office he’d been assigned, intending to check the Internet for accommodation in the Springs. The office, which he would share with Colonel Reynolds and Colonel Dixon, was currently unoccupied, since both of the other Colonels were off world with their respective teams.

Dropping into a chair, he booted up the computer and began his search.


“Hey, JJ, General Hammond wants to see you,” O’Neill said without preamble as he wandered into the office an hour or so later.

“Did he say what it was about?” Jim asked as he stood, dropping the pile of accommodation possibilities that he’d printed off into his in tray.

“Nope. Just said he wanted to see us both in his office. Templeton said he thought he’d seen you heading for your office, so I thought I’d swing by and let you know.”


“Come in, Gentlemen, have a seat,” Hammond instructed in response to O’Neill’s light knock on the open door to his office. “I trust that you’re feeling better, Colonel Ellison?” The General asked, genuinely concerned for Jim’s welfare.

“Much better, thank you, Sir. And, ah, I’m sorry for all the fuss I caused yesterday evening.”

Hammond dismissed Jim’s apology off with a wave of his hand. “Not your fault, Son, although it did highlight a few gaps in our security, which is why I’ve asked you two here for this meeting. I would like you to conduct a review of base security and provide me with your recommendations by the end of next week.”

“Well, JJ’s already conducted a practical test,” O’Neill said with a grin, “so I’m sure we can have something for you by then, Sir, even taking the training mission to the Land of Light into account.”


O’Neill and Jim were in the latter’s office, working on a draft outline of their report, when Blair tracked them down early in the evening, hair still damp from his shower.

“Hi, Chief,” not unexpectedly, Jim opened the office door before Blair could knock. “How did the climbing go?”

“Hey, Jim, Jack,” Blair smiled in greeting as he took a seat. “It went pretty good, but I have to tell you, I hope we don’t have to go climbing too often, man. Me and heights really don’t belong together.”

“But you passed?” Jim asked with a smile. “And the abseiling yesterday?”

“Yep to both. Tom Saddler and Paul Thomas looked after me yesterday, and put me in the middle today. I don’t think I could have failed if I’d tried,” Blair laughed. “Janet said she’d excused you from training for the rest of the week?”

“Yep, so I spent some time surfing the Net and I found some possibilities for us to look at on Saturday.” Jim handed the pages he’d printed off earlier to Blair.

“That’s great, Big Guy.” Blair had a quick look through the printouts, pausing when he came to the second last sheet. “Oh, man, this looks perfect!” The sheet gave details of a newly built duplex on the outskirts of Colorado Springs. Both properties were available for purchase.

O’Neill leant forward, reading the page over Blair’s shoulder. “Nice.”

“I gave the agent a call earlier. If you’re not too tired, we could have a look tonight,” Jim offered with a smile. He’d had a private bet with himself that Blair would be as interested in that one as he was.

“What are we waiting for, then?” Blair asked, bouncing up out of his seat as Jim picked up the phone to call the agent and have him meet them at the property.

“I’ll drive you,” O’Neill offered. He was at a bit of a loose end, having been stuck on base to conduct the annual performance reviews with General Hammond, while Teal’c had joined SG-3 on their mission, and Carter and Daniel had accompanied SG-13 on their mission to P4Y-479 – Carter to check out an unusually strong naquada reading picked up by the UAT, and Daniel to fossick in the ruins of what appeared to be a temple.

“Only if you let us buy dinner,” Blair told him with a smile.

“Deal,” Jack grinned.


It was immediately obvious, at least to Jim, that the properties were absolutely perfect for him and Blair. Both homes were two storeyed, with mirrored floor plans that were remarkably similar to the loft they’d left behind in Cascade, only with even more room. Each home had two bedrooms upstairs, both with ensuites, with the one leading from the master bedroom also boasting a large spa bath. The kitchen was spacious, equipped with state-of-the-art oven, cooktop, and dishwasher, as well as plentiful bench and cupboard space. A doorway off the kitchen led to a laundry, which also had an access door leading to the outside, where a small clothesline had been set up.

The living and dining area was open plan, with polished timber floors and huge sliding glass doors that led out to large tiled patios. There was also a small bathroom located next to a spacious room which could be used as an office, or a third bedroom. The dwellings were separated by twin garages, each accessible from the home it was attached to, each with an automatic door, and each large enough to house a vehicle and generous work area. There was also ample storage space available above both garages, which Jim though might be a good place to set up a small gym. Blair liked the idea, and added that they could knock out the wall separating the two spaces and maybe even put in a small sauna.

The agent, a young man named Terry Watson, hovered in the background with O’Neill while Blair and Jim thoroughly investigated every nook and cranny in both homes, murmuring to each other about where various belongings would look best, as well as what style of furniture would suit each area. Without even discussing it, they both spoke as though Jim would have the eastern property, and Blair the western, and they’d already agreed that they would put a door in the wall shared by the garages so that they could access each other’s place without having to go outside.


“So, what d’you think, Chief?” Jim asked softly as he and Blair headed over to where Jack and the real estate agent waited.

“Oh, man, they’re perfect! Almost too perfect,” Blair replied with a grin. “Isn’t there some unwritten rule about not taking the first place you see?”

“Probably,” Jim laughed, “but since when did you eve worry about following rules?”

“True, Big Guy, very true!” Blair laughed in reply just as they reached the others.

“I know someone who could do the inspection for you,” O’Neill offered with a grin, having seen how taken both Jim and Blair were with the properties.

“D’you think he could do the inspection tomorrow?” Jim asked immediately.

“How early could he get here?” Blair added eagerly.

“I’ll call him right now and find out,” O’Neill laughed and moved away, pulling out his cell phone.

“So, will you accept a personal cheque as a deposit?” Jim turned to the startled agent. “I can get you a bank cheque first thing tomorrow, if you’d prefer.”

“Um, a bank cheque would be preferable, but a personal cheque is okay,” Watson said quickly. “Which property did you want to put the deposit on?”

“Both,” Blair said, surprised that Watson hadn’t worked that out for himself.

“Both?” Watson squeaked. “Uh, okay. Will you be needing finance?”

“No,” Jim shook his head. “We can have bank cheques to you for the balance immediately after we get the inspection report, as long as the inspection doesn’t turn up any problems.” There was always the trust fund that had been established for Jim at birth, and added to each year until his twenty-first birthday, but he wouldn’t need to touch that, since the price per property was surprisingly reasonable, and Blair hadn’t been the only one to receive a financial settlement from Sid Graham and the publishing company. Apparently the builder had run into financial difficulty on another project and needed money fairly urgently to complete it, which worked in Blair and Jim’s favour. The purchase prices for each property would barely put a dent in their respective settlements.

“Oh, ah, fine,” Watson seemed a little dazed, much to the amusement of the others. “Er, don’t you want to make an offer, though? See if the owner will accept a lesser amount?”

“Not necessary, man,” Blair grinned after sharing a quick glance with Jim. “The prices are more than reasonable, as long as the inspector doesn’t find anything wrong, of course.”

“Of course,” Watson echoed faintly, still unable to believe that he’d just sold both properties at once, when he’d been expecting to, at best, sell one.

O’Neill wandered over to rejoin them, having completed his call. “All set. Rick will be here at ten tomorrow, and he should have the report to you first thing Monday.”

After arranging that Watson would meet the inspector the next morning, Jim and Blair quickly wrote out cheques for deposits on both properties. O’Neill drove Blair and Jim back to his place, where they called in an order for Chinese food.

While they waited for the food to be delivered, they settled in the living room, beers in hand, smug grins on Jim and Blair’s faces.

“Oh, man! I can’t believe it! I’m gonna be a property owner! Naomi would absolutely freak!” Blair’s expression fell as he recalled the last time he’d seen his mother. “Just another thing about me she’ll never understand,” he said quietly. “The need to set down roots, to belong somewhere. To have a place to call home.”

“Hey, Chief, she’ll come around eventually,” Jim said soothingly, “once she’s finished ‘processing’.”

“Her loss if she doesn’t,” O’Neill told him firmly.


Blair had quickly regained his enthusiasm as they ate dinner and he and Jim discussed the furniture they would need to buy, getting advice from Jack on the best places to shop in the Springs.

It was close to midnight by the time Blair and Jack finished cleaning up. Jim had flaked out a couple of hours before, sprawled over the couch in the living room while Blair and O’Neill had talked quietly over coffees in the kitchen. Blair was seriously considering taking up Jack’s offer for them to stay the night when the phone rang, startling Blair and Jack, and waking Jim.

O’Neill was grim faced when the call finished. “You’re welcome to stay here if you like, but I have to head back to the base. It seems that the natives on P4Y-479 aren’t quite as friendly as we’d thought.”

The End