Gate of the demon
………-- vision
...….-- host to symbiote
He shivered in his sleep, the visions disturbing him. Moving restlessly, he shifted and groaned as another wave bombarded him.
A stone circle stood in the middle of a concrete room, its inner rings spinning, pausing as a triangular light lit up. It repeated the process six more times and a whoosh of water splashed forward, retreating to stand vertically. Then, the scene changed to a bald man sitting at a desk, speaking into a red phone.
"Yes, Mr. President. I regret to inform you that SG-1 has been killed in battle with some alien creature that somehow broke its way onto the base," he said in a southern drawl.
Then there came flashes of four people as they laughed at the antics of one person in the group. A black man, who was very muscular and had a gold tattoo of sorts on his forehead, smiled. Another man, this one with grey hair, had his arms crossed across his chest as he glared through a mask of white cake icing. A blond woman giggled hysterically, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried not to laugh out loud so as not to offend him. The final member of the four, a young man in his mid thirties and wearing glasses, grinned grandly.
All of a sudden, the last person he saw turned to him without his glasses, and spoke in a mixture of different, all of which he understood.
"Brother, come and help. Beware the possessed enemy who'll strike you down," he said, leaving a final image of the ring and the entrance of a mountain. The Cheyenne Mountain Complex.
Gasping, he woke up, startling his older brother, who had been shaking his shoulders in an effort to wake the younger.
"Sammy. Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack," Dean chided, sitting on the edge of his bed as he watched his younger sibling make his way to the bathroom in the run down motel they were staying in for the night. "What did you see that got you so uptight this time, Sammy?"
"Quit calling me Sammy, its Sam," the young man replied. "I saw some kind of…alien device, I suppose, standing straight up and some kind of water splashed forward and it stayed vertical, Dean. A vertical wall of water. What kind of water stays vertical without something holding it there?"
"I don't know, but something tells me that you're going to spill the beans," Dean answered.
"Yeah. Umm, there was a bald man talking to the President, saying something about SG-1 being killed by an invading alien. I saw the original team, but the youngest member said something concerning a brother, to come and help, and to beware the possessed enemy who'll strike us down," Sam said, throwing some water on his face to wake him up.
"Okay. And where are we heading this time?" Dean asked.
"The Cheyenne Mountain Complex in Colorado Springs," came the off-hand answer.
Next chappie---Daniel reveals a piece of his past that has been hidden from all, and Dean tries to confuse Mitchell about what he does for a living.
Review………even though I write these chapters ahead of time, I appreciate any comments made…they can help with a future chapter. To clarify any future confusion, Daniel will be 34, Dean will be 29 and Sam will be 26.
Do any of you know where I can find the ficcie where Daniel helps the Tollans and then runs away from Earth and meest up with those huge cats? I love it!