Anybody Home: SGC

my good friend nightpheonix has this story called Anybody Home? and I called her and said "hey, let's use the idea for the sgc, can i do that?" "she said "yeah! sounds good... now lets see if as many ppl like it as mine..." gah, competition...btw, this isnt a sequel just another way to use the idea...

oh yes, disclaimer (something i've forgotten to do lately) : I don't own Stargate or any of its people or places, unrecongizable characters are mine. lol on to the story!

YAWN! Grr… what time is it? A hand fumbled to a clock and flipped it over. Gah…5:30? I don't have to get up until 6… good night.

Five Minutes Later

God damned alarm clock! I can't believe I forgot to turn it off…nononononoooo – not waking up. Not. Waking. Up.

-beep beep… beep beep- A loud snarl was accompanied by a smash and silence. "Alright, I'm up. What more do you want from me!" the voice despaired. "Let me get my coffee, and then we'll see whose better…"

Feeling thoroughly refreshed, if not tired, from a nice long, hot shower and a couple cups of coffee, the owner was ready to go. Jack strapped his gun in place and headed off to save the galaxy… again. One Colonel O'Neill whistled to himself as he grabbed his breakfast from his local Dunkin' Donuts and listened to the radio.

Ah, dumb war… he thought to himself out of spite. It was still early in the morning and he hadn't had his personality check kick in quite yet. That was generally the job of one SG team. Heh, his team. Lucky them…Now the sports scores came on.

"Yes! Go Wild!" he cheered happily for his favorite hockey team, the Minnesota Wild.

Jack and his truck finally showed up at the mountain and the Marines, stoic as ever, did their routine. They cleared him at the first couple checkpoints and let him in. O'Neill got out of his beloved truck and headed for the elevator. He stopped and ran back only to grab an unfinished crossword puzzle from his seat. Back to the elevator then…

Level 1… level 2… level 3… level – hey! I wonder what Carter's doing today, maybe she'll help me with my puzzle. Jack stepped into the other 'vator.

-Sigh.- You'd have no idea how boring this can be every bloody day…Jack's mind was on rambling mode this early in the morning. A little action would clear him right up. He strolled out of the elevator, completely focused on his puzzle as he made his way to the gate room.

"Hmm… 8 across, something that's used in reactors. Four letters… wits. People who react have wits and they use… them." Jack paused to look up for a moment and his mind wandered away from the puzzle. Huh, no one's here yet… weird. Anyway, 10 down…

"La la laala lala laa… Hello sir, how's it goin?" No one was there. No one manned the gate room, not a tech in sight. "Uh, what's going on here? Heellloo? People? I know you're hiding…. And it's not my birthday." He spun around worried and intrigued. Where the hell was everyone? Nervous, he got on the mic.

"This is Colonel Jack O'Neill calling anyone who might be on base; please call me in the Control Room." His brows creased and he took a post by the phone – for 10 minutes.

It didn't ring.

Hell, maybe they were 'communing' in the mess or commissary. Maybe they all got hurt and were in Janet's Lair. Hehe… poor bastards. Jack popped back into the elevator to go check out the feeding places. Now Jack was extremely worried.

Suffice to say, it was utterly empty.

"Naw… that can't be. This place is NEVER empty." He looked around the empty room. "WHERE IS EVERYBODY!"