SGA/HP for neth_dugan

[gilascave]

This is so not what he expected when he accepted the Council's offer. Directive, more like, and he knows it isn't really like he could have said no. The SGC was taking volunteers, but the Council of Wizards wasn't.

Pack your bag, they said, and leave *everything* behind.

Only Colonel O'Neill knew that there was a wizard on the team, and he wasn't there to expose the Wizarding world by trying to save them from anything with the wave of his wand and the muttering of a spell. He was there to observe, and take notes, and put all his memories into a Archival Sieve when he finally returned.

Maybe not the ones like this, where he's sitting in his room on Atlantis, alone, knowing that everyone else is at the party. He is invited, because everyone is invited, but he's not stupid enough to think he'd be welcome.

He isn't here to be liked, he tells himself again. But he lays down on his bed and his fingers twitch. They kept his wand, even. Bad enough they forbid his books and his potions and he knew he couldn't have brought Gaelin, his owl. But having her around would have been nice, because it would have been nice to talk to someone who understood.

They told him that being selected was an honor. But Kavanagh knows it's because he was smart enough to go to a Mundane University and get two degrees, and bad enough at magic that no one back home had a use for him.