Title: Inheritance

Spoilers: Seasons 9 and 10

Warnings: Mild language

Summary: Set between Season 10 and the Ark of Truth movie. A mysterious woman wreaks havoc on the SGC. When SG-1 tracks her down, they discover her origins and the bleak future that awaits them. All they can do is wait until they have the chance to warn Earth.

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Prologue

Strands of black hair were plastered to the sides of her face with sweat. Her expression was concentrated and pained. She groaned loudly as she pushed. It quickly transformed into a blood-curdling scream. "Aghhhhhhhhhhh!"

The hand she was gripping was released from its burden. Its cries were like music to her ears.

"It's a girl!" someone said.

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Chapter One

"Sir! I can't close the iris!" Walter warned. The alarms continued to blare. Before General Landry could react, a lone figure passed through the Gate.

The defense team raised their guns. Thick black hair covered her face. A gun, much like a P-90, rested within her grasp. Her body was clothed in a dark uniform with patches on the arms. She whipped her head around toward the event horizon, which yielded no one else. The wormhole disengaged.

The emptiness of the Gate revealed stark grey walls. Familiar walls. She slowly turned to find guns aimed at her and a very angry human looking down at her through the glass. "Who are you!?" he demanded.

A gasp escaped her lips. She didn't recognize him, but she recognized the SGC she grew up in. "Shit," she whispered to herself. She raised her hands up, silently requesting that nobody shoot. In a more audible tone, she stammered, "I… I… I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Just send me back, and I will never bother you again."

General Landry was not convinced. "Arrest her."

"No!" The woman raised her weapon at the figures drawing nearer.

A member of the defense team warned her, "Lower your weapon."

Glancing at the number of guns trained on her, she conceded. An SF cautiously relieved her of her weapon while another cuffed her hands. Still under Landry's glaring eye, she was silently escorted to a holding room.

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"I will not ask you again!" Landry bellowed. "Who are you?"

The woman remained mute. She simply stared at the table she was currently seated at. Anger was visible on the General's face. A half-hour had passed since her arrival. 'The less I say or do, the better,' she reminded herself.

General Landry slammed his fist down on the table, startling her. She looked up for the first time in minutes. "You must send me back," she said simply. "You have no right to hold me here. Just let me go back."

"You have a way to open our iris from the other side. I'm not letting you go until I have some answers!"

'The damn iris,' she berated herself. 'I forgot about the damn iris.'

"Well?" The General's patience was wearing thin.

Alarms blared before she could respond. Landry huffed and rose. Out of habit, the woman did the same. It was part of her training to respect her superiors in this way. The General left the room silently to go investigate the noise. Before closing the door, the guard eyed her warily.

'One guard,' she thought to herself. 'You are only meters away from the Gate room.' She took in a breath to calm herself and prepare for what would come next.

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Walter glanced up at the General. "It's SG-1, sir."

"Open the iris." The team walked casually into the Gate room. "Welcome home, SG-1. We'll debrief in two hours," Landry announced. The members of SG-1 exchanged glances. Debriefings usually occurred within one hour of a mission. Something more pressing was taking up the General's time.

It did not take long for the team to find out what that something was. A loud crack could be heard through the Control room glass. Everyone looked up in alarm as Walter was pulled back, out of sight. An arm reached around Landry's neck. "Forgive me," was all he heard before being knocked into the land of unconsciousness.

The attacker closed the blast doors before SG-1 or the defense team could catch a glimpse of her face. They immediately ran out of the Gate room and toward the Control room. Teal'c was the last one out and so heard the dialing of the gate. He stopped to study the symbols, memorizing them as each one was locked.

The blast doors opened just before the rest of SG-1 could reach her. Glass shattered as the woman jumped out. All the team saw was a mop of black hair descending out. "How the hell did she break that glass!?" Cameron yelled as they ran over. SFs filed in to tend to the unconscious bodies strewn about. SG-1 only had time to stare as she landed easily and ran up the ramp to the Gate. Without looking back, she passed through and disappeared. The wormhole disengaged.

Carolyn rushed in. She kneeled at her father's side, cradling his head in her lap. He groaned, consciousness returning. The doctor shot her head up to Cameron. "What happened?"

"Don't know."

The General growled as he raised a hand to his forehead. "Mitchell. Where is she?"

"Gone, sir. Through the Stargate."

"Find her," he ordered.

"Sir?"

"She knows how to open our iris."

Mitchell turned on his heels. "Carter, do we know where she went?"

Sam looked up from the computer consoles, clearly confused. "No. Whoever she was, she knew how to cover her tracks. She must have gotten hold of our access codes."

Teal'c yelled up from the Gate room. "ColonelCarter, I know where she has gone." He shared the coordinates with her before joining the team in the Control room.

Sam studied the read-out. "According to the Asgard database, this planet is uninhabited. We've never been there."

"Send a MALP and go," Landry said. Carolyn helped him up. "NOW!" His angry yell surprised everyone onto their feet.

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Who is this woman and how does she know details about SGC security? Find out in the next chapter. Thanks for reading!