This Can't Be Good
Chapter 1
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author's note: okay I know this has been done before, but I figured I'd try it out. Um it's probably not the best, although I do try. um, i'm thinking of maybe trying to turn it into a Sam/Daniel story although I don't really know how. any ideas for any part of the story would be welcomed. and that's about it, hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review.
disclaimer: i don't own anything, if i did i wouldn't be broke.
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Colonel Jack O'Neill looked up as he heard Jaffa approaching the cell he and his team currently occupied. The rest of his team looked to him to see if they were going to put their plan into action, but as soon as he saw the Jaffa dragging someone toward their cell he shook his head. Whoever that was, was about to join them so there was no way that SG-1 would be able to make it out. That and the Jaffa dragging the man had brought some friends.
Jack kept his eye on the man. There was something about him, but Jack couldn't place it. He knew it wasn't just the fact that he was wearing an SG uniform. It was something else, something that he felt he should know, but it eluded him at the moment.
The Jaffa reached the cell, opened the door, and practically threw the man inside before slamming the door shut and stomping away. Unfortunately, for Jack anyway, the man had landed face down, so there was no telling who it was without having to go over there, and there was something that stopped him from doing just that.
Jack saw Sam twitch out of the corner of his eye. It was obvious that the man was at least semi-conscious and she wanted to help, but she seemed uncertain. Just as she was about to get up a soft groan stopped her in her tracks.
The man slowly started to stir, carefully pushing himself up; although it was clear he was in pain. It wasn't until then that Jack noticed the patches on his jacket. The earth symbol was on his left shoulder, but that was nothing special, every team had that patch. It was the other one, the patch on his right shoulder that had Jack's attention, and he was pretty sure the rest of his team was staring at it as well. Instead of SG-2, or 3, or any of the other teams, it said SG-1.
Jack shared a look with Sam, seeing what he was feeling written all over her face. How could this man, whoever he was, be on SG-1? All four of them were present and accounted for. And since when did they start wearing black?
"So, who are you?" Jack asked, finally getting impatient about finding out the identity of their apparent teammate, though none of them knew about him.
The man froze upon hearing his voice. "Jack?" He asked lifting his head, "what . . ." he trailed off on seeing the rest of SG-1.
An audible gasp had come from not only Sam, but Daniel as well. Of course Jack was pretty sure that his mouth was hanging open.
"Daniel?" Jack didn't even remember saying anything.
"Well, this can't be good." 'Daniel' muttered.