Disclaimer: Are these really necessary right now? I mean, we all are established in the idea that none of the characters belong to me. Accept of course for the team members of SG-14, SG-8 and Cyan.
Also, this takes place around season 5, so Janet is still alive.
In only a fraction of a second the gate room was flooded with military personnel, alert and ready in the event that the iris couldn't hold back any potential threats. Hammond left his office followed closely by Colonel Jack O'Neil.
Klaxon alarms sounded throughout the base signaling medical personnel as well as soldiers and airmen. Dr. Frasier had the members of her staff prepping themselves for patients that may need medical attention.
The gate technician on duty read the identification number on his screen. And without even looking up, or having to hear the general's voice, he said, "It's SG-14's signal sir."
That got Col. O'Neil's attention.
"Carter's with them."
"I know," General Hammond nodded towards the technician. "Open the iris."
Like a professional piano player the gate technician's hand flew to the security interface.
"Open iris."
The iris opened up slowly, revealing the blue and white aura of the open wormhole. Then, with a resonating metallic screech, the iris retracted completely making it possible for people to exit safely.
A few seconds later Lt. Patrick Reed staggered onto the platform clutching his throat. His helmet was missing and his fatigues were slashed and drenched in blood. Col. O'Neil hit the intercom button that connected him to sick bay.
"Frasier, we need a stretcher up here right away."
He followed the General down the stairs and into the gate room as soldiers tried to assist their comrade as best they could.
"Close the iris!" The soldier's voice was slurred and pained, but the urgency was there. From the sound of it, Hammond and O'Neil didn't expect to see Carter or the rest of SG-14 any time soon. The general nodded towards the gate technician, and another moment later the iris closed.
The wormhole closed but not before a loud thudding sound.
"What was behind you just now?" Col. O'Neil asked, trying to remain professional. He wanted to shake Reed hard and demand where Carter was, but that wouldn't have been fair or appropriate.
The medical team arrived. Two of the soldiers helped the medical team get the man onto a stretcher. Reed clearly didn't have the strength to say anymore. Hammond chose not to say anything as the colonel followed the stretcher back to sickbay.
"What do we know about P-2985?"
About an hour later the General was in the briefing room. Teal'c and Dr. Jackson sat to his left, and Col. Marcus Graves and Dr. Mollie Clark from SG-8 sat to his right. Dr. Jackson cleared his throat before he began.
"Well, according to Major Carter's original analysis the planet's sun is not entirely visible during the day or night. It became something of scientific interest when SG-14 discovered that the planet itself was a tropical world that supported a full eco-system."
"How is that possible?"
"We're not sure of that," Dr. Clark spoke up. "The star is made entirely out of dark matter. This kind of phenomenon is unprecedented in human history. Typically a sun uses very basic principals of fission to burn, and this particular star appears to use the same principals, but it doesn't seem to generate the same broad spectrum as our own sun."
"In other words, it's almost completely dark." Dr. Jackson added.
General Hammond recalled most of this information from M. Carter's briefing earlier that week. But it was necessary to know everything in greater detail if he was to decide a course of action.
"What do you mean, almost?"
"Well, the planet is orbited by two larger moons." Dr. Clark explained. "One of the moons is a gaseous body that generates just enough energy to illuminate the surface. But it's the same quality of light as the full moon on Earth."
"General," Colonel Graves said. "With all due respect, I believe the important thing right now is to find out what happened to our men and women out there."
"I agree," General Hammond responded. "But I don't want to risk any more lives without knowing everything we can about the situation. Right now until Doctor Frasier can determine what it was that attacked Lieutenant Reed or until he's able to give us more details, we have to do the best we can with what we have. Doctor Jackson, contact the Tokra and see if they have any information about P-2985 that they'd be willing to share."
"Yes sir."
The general turned to Colonel Graves. "Until then I want you to contact the rest of your team. I know they're off base but we're going to need all the help we can get."
"Right away sir."
"Dismissed."
As usual, Dr. Frasier managed to overlook Colonel O'Neil as he waited patiently to hear of Lieutenant Reed's condition. Knowing him as she did, she could honestly say that the colonel would be just as vigilant were it Jackson or Teal'c missing in action. So while the colonel slouched in a chair beside Reed's bed, arms crossed, and eyes resting, the Dr. was busy analyzing the blood and tissue samples found on Reed's clothing.
In all her years as an MD Dr. Frasier had never seen a man torn apart so badly. Upon initial examination she'd assumed the claw marks had come from some wild animal indigenous to P-2985. But the there were also bite marks on the neck, where most of the blood loss occurred. The tissue and some of the muscle around the bite area was also damaged, but only slightly.
Dr. Jackson walked in just as Frasier moved on to analyzing a saliva sample Reed's neck wound. With his hands thrust deep into his pockets, he shot a casual glance towards Colonel O'Neil.
"How's Reed?" He asked quietly.
Dr. Frasier glanced over towards Reed. Her uncertain expression puzzled Jackson, but he waited for her reply.
"He should be all right in a couple of days. But I'd sure like to know what attacked him, and if we need to worry about it. Did anyone find out anything more about the planet?"
"It seems that the Tokra once sent an expedition there," Dr. Jackson answered. "They're sparing one of their experts to come and help us out. Beyond that I have no clue."
Dr. Frasier was about to say something, when Reed started groaning. Col. O'Neil jolted awake as the doctors rushed to Reed's bedside. What they saw shocked them.
Reed's eyes were blank and almost lifeless, and his skin was as pale as a corpse. Dr. Frasier checked his pulse and found it faint and almost non- existent. His heartbeat was also weak enough where there was no logical explanation for why he was still alive.
"What's going on?" He demanded. He clutched his heart, equally as shocked as the rest by his body's behavior.
"You're suffering from some unusual symptoms. I'm going to do everything I can to save you." Dr. Frasier explained in a soothing voice, trying to calm her patient.
"What happened to the rest of your team?" Col. O'Neil asked. "Where's Sam?"
"Colonel, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Col. O'Neil was taken aback, and about to protest. Dr. Jackson started to suggest that he and the colonel go to lunch. But without warning, Reed reached up and grabbed Dr. Frasier by the neck before she could react.
Both the Col. O'Neil and Dr. Jackson sprang into action. One tried to pry Doctor Frasier away from Reed's bared teeth, and the other tried to get his hand away from her neck. Orderlies jumped into strap him down once she was a safe distance from him.
"Bring me three CC's of Thorazine stat!" the doctor ordered. A nurse rushed over with a syringe as soon as she could and thrust the needle into Reed's arm with trained precision, but not before Reed made one last lunge. The straps tore from the bed, and Reed's teeth sank right into the nurse's throat.
As he began to feed on her, his arms flailed in all directions sending people flying across the laboratory. Col. O'Neil was able to get far enough out of his reach, but jumped on the first opportunity to try and pry the nurse away. Dr. Frasier hit the panic button, activating the klaxon alarms while the melee ensued.
With Dr. Jackson and Col. O'Neil's combined effort they were able to get the nurse away from Reed while the airmen worked to subdue him. Frasier ordered Reed quarantined and straitjacketed while she and another orderly went to examine the injured nurse.
"Well Daniel," Col. O'Neil commented. "Looks like we have our work cut out for us."
"It's amazing," Dr. Jackson said, as his eyes following Reed as he was escorted out of sickbay. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was...well, a vampire."
Col. O'Neil rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that idea occurred to me too. What I want to know is whether or not we should include that part in the report."