Hello, Yellow Brick Road

Summary: Jack pointed to the small cottages, then to the large green city on the horizon. At Daniel's perplexed look, he then removed one of the shoes from the dead woman's feet and held it in the air. It was slender, sparkly and…red.

Setting: season 8, before the events of 'Reckoning'.

Pairings: S/J hints

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1 or the Wizard of Oz. MGM owns both of them.

A/N: This story has been rattling in my brain for the longest time. I've finally had the chance to write it down. I hope you get the chance to read it and review it.


"Remind me again why I'm coming on this mission?' General Jack O'Neill asked as the quartet were about to step through the event horizon.

"Having second thoughts, sir?" asked Sam.

"Not at all, Carter," Jack replied. In fact, he was extremely pleased to be stepping through the gate once more. None of the perks of being promoted to general could possibly equal the opportunities of being a member of SG1. He had missed the time spent with his team sorely.

"Let's move out," said Carter, beaming as, one by one, her team stepped through the gate. General O'Neill ushered Teal'c and Daniel through before him, wanting a second more to watch the Colonel's pride as she led her team. Her team.

"Let's move out?" he asked, a similar grin to hers beginning to spread on his face. "That's my line."

"Yes sir," Carter grinned back as she stepped through the shimmering blue of the event horizon. Jack chuckled and followed her through.

"Woaw!"

The reunited team looked around them, amazed and surprised by the sight.

"This isn't what the MALP transmitted," Sam mused, not even bothering to look at her team mates. The sight around her was just too…jolly.

The sky was the bluest of blues, only a few white, fluffy clouds splattered here and there. The grass was lush and fresh, cut so carefully that it looked as though each blade was cut individually. Past the cobbled stone path was a small town lined with cottages. The cottages were relatively small and an appetizing smell of cake and pie wafted from their chimneys.

Daniel turned around on the spot, wanting a 360 degree pan of the strange planet. Nothing here made sense. The MALP had shown a deserted ruin, most probably of Mycenaean origin, not a small country town. This place was neither deserted nor in any way Greek, and as pleasant as it seemed, Daniel was filled with disappointment. He turned to look at the gate. Perhaps there had been a malfunction, sending them somewhere entirely random. It had happened before. What he saw as he turned around however, caused him to jump back in surprise and let out a yell of disgust.

"Er, Jack, Sam…" he queried, once his team had noticed his yell. Sam's look of concern was directed by Daniel towards the gate, where half a human body lay.

"Oh, crap," was all Jack could say when he too followed Daniel's gaze to the body.

"She must have been lying through the ring when the gate engaged," Sam said, rushing over to inspect the body.

"That's kinda…"

"Gross, sir?" Sam prompted, receiving a nod of disgust from her CO.

Jack and Sam both inspected the body for a few moments before Jack began to chortle. He looked around him and laughed again, this time a little louder.

"What?" asked Daniel, clearly seeing no humour in the unfortunate situation.

Jack pointed to the small cottages, then to the large green city on the horizon. At Daniel's perplexed look, he then removed one of the shoes from the dead woman's feet and held it in the air. It was slender, sparkly and…

"Red."

Daniel took the shoe and looked over at the green blur of a city. He looked at the cottages and saw, past them, a long and winding road made out of brick. Yellow brick.

"Oh my god," Daniel whispered. Sam furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, and then after a moment's thought gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. She looked at O'Neill, whose laughter was now becoming quite uncontrollable. She took the red slipper off him and studied it with great scrutiny, but was interrupted by a loud scream of glee.

"She's dead! She's dead!"

A very small old man ran up the pathway toward the gate, followed by a robust woman and a young child.

"The Wicked Witch is dead!"

Before SG1 could even glance at each other, the town erupted into screams of joy and elation.

"Hail Dorothy, the Wicked Witch is dead!!!"


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