This story is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only. I do not own Stargate SG-1 (sometimes wish that I did) nor do own any of the characters in this story with the exception of Evelyn and Mason, who did in fact come from my own, sometimes twisted mind.

This story takes place while Vala is still in the Ori galaxy. Spoilers, whether it is unintentional or not, up to and including the 9th season of Stargate. The thought popped into my head as I was watching tv and I just had to write it. I hope you all enjoy it, feed back is much appreciated, so let me know what you think.

Summary:

A girl comes through the stargate with no memory of whom she is or where she came from. The only clues of where she's from are her torn and bloody clothing and a letter from the future, written in Sam's handwriting informing them that this girl and her baby are the key to the Universe's fight against the Ori.


The Missing Link

August 13, 2033 - 13:42

General Cameron Mitchell was fighting his way through Cheyenne mountain with Sam and two young scientists in tow. Time was running out and they had to get to the stargate before their window of opportunity had passed. According to Sam, the window was only open for another 9 minutes and they may not get another chance at this. It wasn't just Earth at stake; it was the entire universe so they find themselves barricaded in the armory with an entire battalion of Origin soldiers between them and the gateroom. Mitchell looked down to his watch, noticing their window coming to an end.

"We need to keep going. We've got 6 minutes to get past 30 bible thumpers with guns and get them safely through the gate." He said, pointing his thumb behind him at the two tired and bleeding scientists lying on the floor. He reached behind him to restock his diminished artillery and handed Sam a couple of grenades. "Ok, I'm going to play distraction while you three head to the gateroom. Good luck, Sam." He added as he reached his hand out for the door handle.

"You too, Cam." Sam said as he exited the armory to the left and proceeded down the hallway. It was a suicide mission and she knew it, she just hoped that whatever he was going to do would give them enough time to get to the gate. She took a deep breath and then looked back at earth's last hope. "You guys ready?" She asked, wiping the sweat off her forehead and taking a peek into the hallway.

"Yeah, we're good." The young man said, grabbing his wounded leg and hoping to a standing position. "We should go." He added when he heard a large explosion on the level above theirs.

They made there was to the control room where they ran into heavy fire. SG-11 was trying desperately to hold onto the control and gateroom but where losing ground fast. "You two, get to the gateroom. I won't be able to hold the gate open for long so you need to be ready." Sam yelled as she pulled herself up to the gate computers and started the dialing sequence.

"You're not coming with us?" The girl questioned, shocked and close to tears. Sam looked at her and shook her head.

"You know I can't. You need to go now..." Still she didn't move. "Mason" The young man looked up. "Get her out of here, now! Whatever happens, she needs to make it through the gate. You make sure that happens." He nodded his head and grabbed the upset scientist next to him.

"Evie, we've got to go... NOW!!" He yelled as they made their way down to the recently activated wormhole. They were running up the ramp when Evelyn was thrown back against the wall, hitting her head hard and going down in a bloody heap. "EVIE!!!" Mason yelled as he dodged shots to get to her. When he did he noticed she had blood pouring out of a wound in the back of her head. "Hold on Evie, just a little longer." He said as he made his way back up the ramp and through the gate, her lifeless body in his arms and bullet holes riddled down his back. On the other side he fell to the ground as the wormhole deactivated, holding her body to him and yelling for help.


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