The Gate
Author's Note: Just a short lil' thing I came up with after watching a marathon of epi's on DVD. That can't be good for my health, but oh, well. I'm thinkin' about making a longer story with these characters. Tell me what 'cha think.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1, not mine. SG-7, mine, all mine.
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My heart pounds in my chest; five times between siren wails. Even through the steel and concrete I can hear the gate whirring and thumping as it dials. I am really regretting that big lunch I had, but I munch when I'm nervous. My sweat soaked hand wraps around the butt of my nine mill. I glance around at the other members of my team. All three carry more weaponry, but, then again, all three are military. I'm just a scientist, a prodigy, actually, comparable to Dr. Daniel Jackson. Or so I've been told. I'm a linguist, like him. My minor in college was psychology, but, as we can see, that has gone to pot. I speak around 74 languages, can sign language, and can translate even more. I'm also a thorn in SG-7's side, escpecially to Colonel Danielle West, our fearless leader. The other two, Captain Jason Anderson and Major Neil Clarendon, seem to tolerate my presence. Although, I've only been here a week. This is my first misson. We're going to P3X-864. Where do they come up with these numbers?
Suddenly, there it is. The stargate, all dialed up and ready to go. Oh, god. We line up at the bottom of the ramp. I swallow hard.
"Good luck, SG-7," The voice of God.
"Hey," I jump. Not God, but Jason. "You ready?" I nod, a tight smile plastered on my face.
"Let's go!" Colonel West calls impatiently. She and Major Clarendon are standing in front of the gate.
"Keep yer shirt on, MA'AM," Jason spits back with a smile. She scowls, then disappears into the gate, followed quickly by Neil. Jason turns back to me. "Come on, Dr. Griffin,"
"Please, call me Kylie...Captain Anderson,"
His grin spreads. "Jason,"
I smile back, genuinely this time. "Jason," I repeat.
He gestures toward the gate with his head. "Let's go...Kylie," We walk side by side up the ramp. His presence slows my pounding heart a little. We stop right before the even horizon. "Here," I look over. Jason holds out his hand. I hesitate, then take it. We step into the gate together.
Author's Note: Just a short lil' thing I came up with after watching a marathon of epi's on DVD. That can't be good for my health, but oh, well. I'm thinkin' about making a longer story with these characters. Tell me what 'cha think.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1, not mine. SG-7, mine, all mine.
***
My heart pounds in my chest; five times between siren wails. Even through the steel and concrete I can hear the gate whirring and thumping as it dials. I am really regretting that big lunch I had, but I munch when I'm nervous. My sweat soaked hand wraps around the butt of my nine mill. I glance around at the other members of my team. All three carry more weaponry, but, then again, all three are military. I'm just a scientist, a prodigy, actually, comparable to Dr. Daniel Jackson. Or so I've been told. I'm a linguist, like him. My minor in college was psychology, but, as we can see, that has gone to pot. I speak around 74 languages, can sign language, and can translate even more. I'm also a thorn in SG-7's side, escpecially to Colonel Danielle West, our fearless leader. The other two, Captain Jason Anderson and Major Neil Clarendon, seem to tolerate my presence. Although, I've only been here a week. This is my first misson. We're going to P3X-864. Where do they come up with these numbers?
Suddenly, there it is. The stargate, all dialed up and ready to go. Oh, god. We line up at the bottom of the ramp. I swallow hard.
"Good luck, SG-7," The voice of God.
"Hey," I jump. Not God, but Jason. "You ready?" I nod, a tight smile plastered on my face.
"Let's go!" Colonel West calls impatiently. She and Major Clarendon are standing in front of the gate.
"Keep yer shirt on, MA'AM," Jason spits back with a smile. She scowls, then disappears into the gate, followed quickly by Neil. Jason turns back to me. "Come on, Dr. Griffin,"
"Please, call me Kylie...Captain Anderson,"
His grin spreads. "Jason,"
I smile back, genuinely this time. "Jason," I repeat.
He gestures toward the gate with his head. "Let's go...Kylie," We walk side by side up the ramp. His presence slows my pounding heart a little. We stop right before the even horizon. "Here," I look over. Jason holds out his hand. I hesitate, then take it. We step into the gate together.