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Callen, G. (g_callen) wrote in omega_reality,

"And yet, look at the teenagers and young adults we have," G pointed out. He and Sam had both always said the younger ones among them were the most adaptable in the end. Even John, who had come to them already knowing more than any teenager should about weapons and tactics, had changed and honed those skills. "But, units will change again. They have to. Units as we know them won't work here." Given how they would need to put people together based on tasks: scavenging, gathering, cooking, etc, G couldn't help but think this would be a sociologist's wet dream experiment in primitive society.

Snorting, he shook his head. "I'm the last one who should comment on unhealthy or healthy relationships." The ones he had were probably good for him. But, there was no way he was good for them. Still, if Douglas was the only one other than Marty who knew exactly what he did, that would explain a lot. It was a situation that would bear further watching, for both personal and professional reasons. Marty wasn't Sam, after all. "Of course, your educated guesses are probably more accurate than most people's facts," he said with a smirk. "But, that would make sense. We'll have to keep an eye on the situation...keep a situation from developing."

At the thought of mandatory physicals, both eyebrows shot up. Fuck physical exams, Vance had let her run blood tests? G was suddenly extremely glad he hadn't been there. He was pretty sure he'd have wound up going head to head with his boss and it wouldn't have been pretty. "So, essentially I was right from the start and we can't trust doctors or hospitals to be safe, ever. We won't be needing further blood tests to tell us that."

Or anything else. Who knew what worlds they could end up on if Dom and John got the machine working. Moving on, G made a mental note to talk to Weston about Reese, check on Marks and the Hammond brothers, make Dr. Isles' reacquaintance, keep an eye on relations with April and Dr. Isles. Not that he could say he blamed Thomas. If it had been him needing someone for Sam, G wouldn't have let just anyone, especially someone he didn't know or trust, touch his partner. "Savannah does seem to have taken a liking to him. I've been informed my grandson is his namesake, was delivered by him, and something about an earthquake and making him completely gay." G snorted. He'd have to talk to Savannah later and get that whole story sorted. " But, while you might always speak civilly, you almost sound like you approve of this one. Or is that just satisfaction at seeing 'Bambi' knocked down a peg?"

Sighing, he shook his head. "No, it wouldn't be a close call because Sam and I...we know what we mean to each other." Or Sam knew what he meant to G and G was steadfastly reminding himself what he meant to Sam until he could beat his own insecurities into submission. "But we also trust the other to be able to survive until we can get to them, no matter how long that takes or who we save first." It was no different from the job, really. They completed the mission, got hostages out, and trusted the other to stay alive until they could get to them. Simple as that. If only one of them had been brought here and the other stranded in Omega, G wouldn't have given up as easily on seeing his family again. He'd have known Sam would find him. "I'd kill him myself if he chose me over Sean and I'm pretty sure he'd do the same if I chose him over Savannah. Doesn't matter that they're grown with spouses and kids of their own. But, we're not normal and I doubt that's exactly what you mean for the two of you. You know what you need and what you can live with, hopefully he does, too. If not...well, you still have your certifiably insane big brother."

G snorted. "Of course you get aerial. Who else would I give it to? People are always welcome to float us ideas same as always...and we can ignore any that don't work same always." He shrugged. Other people's opinions meant very little to him when weighed against their survival. "Maybe he does. But, while I might be physically incapable of watching them die, they're not endangering others for their stupidity." Just G, who would always feel obligated to come to the rescue. "I also don't care if they hate me for it. They can hate me and stay alive."