Friendly Fire
"Take cover! Damn it, take cover!" A man of significant statue shouted above the deafening sounds of gunfire and explosions. The heat of the explosions created small beads of sweat that ran down the man's unruly grey hair and hardened face. Light danced playfully against the walls of the majestic temple as staff shots flew by his ear. "Teal'c, get to the gate and dial out!" He shouted to a large, tall, impassive man running towards the stargate. "I cannot, O'Neill! I am too far!" The large man, named Teal'c, replied. Colonel Jack O'Neill glanced around the hazy, smoke filled room. He saw his other two companions fighting the same battle, losing the same war, breathing the same smoke infested air, and bleeding the same blood. They were his family. They were his family, a family currently being pinned down by a bloodthirsty enemy waiting to take the lives of his team. He captured his second-in-command's pained eyes. Her blonde hair was matted down in dry, darkened blood. Presumably her own.
He shifted his gaze towards a brown haired, strong-willed man. The man was fighting with all that he had. Suddenly, all though in slow motion, a bullet whizzed by his face, nearly hitting him, and struck his second-in-command's body. She, Major Samantha Carter, looked shocked, and O'Neill soon realized why. It was a bullet. A sharp, painfully large, loud bullet. A bullet, not a sophisticated, painfully hot blast from a staff weapon. "MajorCarter!" Teal'c yelled uselessly as she fell to the hard, cold floor of the temple. O'Neill turned furiously; the only other person who had a bullet-using weapon was Doctor Daniel Jackson, the all-too-curious strong-willed man. Dr. Jackson's attention was elsewhere though. He was attempting to finish off the rest of the Jaffa trying to pin them down.
"Jack, we have to hurry!" He yelled as he shot another round off towards a threatening group of five. "Damn it, Daniel! Carter's down!" Daniel's eyes went wide as he turned to capture a glimpse of his fallen comrade. He expected a large, gaping burn wound, not the all-too-normal looking bullet hole. "Jack?" He yelled with as much strength as he could muster. "Friendly fire, Daniel, friendly fire."
