Chevron Seven Locked

Summary: Everyone knows about SG-1, but what about the Chevron Guy? How does he see what happens at the SGC?

Pairings: Sam/Jack

Rating: PG

Season: 8

Spoilers: Redemption, Affinity, just general season 8 spoilers…and of course anything before that

A/N: Hey guys!! I am SOO annoyed at my computer!! My brother killed it last week, so I got it fixed and I got it back and I can no longer ACCESS THE INTERNET!!! GAH! Although by the time you get this I will of course be able to…but that's why there's been nothing from me for a while!!

Prologue

It could have been anytime of day. Inside was always the same lighting, the only difference being no one was around at 2am. I sat alone in his chair, staring blankly at the Stargate which lay in front of me.

Although I continuously try to convince myself that interesting things happen early in the morning, they usually don't. Usually being the operative word, because last time I'd had the graveyard shift with some newbie the Stargate had been beamed out of the gateroom by some…people.

No one had ever explained it to me so I wasn't exactly sure what happened. Not that anyone ever explain anything.

I turned around as I heard noise on the steps. Brigadier General Jack O'Neill jumped off the last step and looked at me.

"Do you get to sleep?" he asked, walking over and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Not much, sir," I replied. "But then again I don't…do…much."

"You….press buttons," O'Neill said, putting the coffee cup back down and looking at me again. "Who knows where we'd be without all that button pressing…"

"Yes, sir," I said, turning back to face the Stargate again.

I was half-grateful to know that there was another moving soul in the SGC, but I was really too tired to think of any useful conversation. I heard O'Neill groan and turned back around.

"It's two AM? I haven't even done half my paperwork," O'Neill muttered.

"Maybe….if you spent less time playing games on your computer…" I started.

"Ah…someone might hear you," he said, looking around as though he actually expected someone to be there. "Come on, you've never played a computer game when you were all alone in the strange hours of the morning?"

"No," I replied.

O'Neill looked surprised but then shrugged. "I guess you're a good employee then…."

"Sir!"

We both turned to look at the steps. Lt. Colonel Samantha Carter was standing there, looking surprised to see her CO at that hour of the morning.

"Carter…didn't I tell you that sleep is a requirement before you come to work?" Jack said. "Do you go home…ever?"

"Couldn't sleep," Carter replied instantly.

"Did you try?"

"Ah…so…Sergeant, I came to ask if Siler gave you that info about the gate system diagnostic?" she said, turning her attention to me.

Siler? Gate system diagnostic?

Oh…that.

"Yeah, its around here somewhere," I said, standing up and walking past the General to the table behind him.

There was a pile of folders stacked neatly on the table, my doing at around 10PM when I'd started to get really bored. I took off the top folder and opened it.

Stargate System Diagnostic

Perfect.

I turned around and walked back to Carter, handing her the folder. "There you go."

"Carter, you're not doing that now," O'Neill ordered.

"But, sir, I really can't sleep…" she said, the tone of her voice telling me that there was something bugging me.

Not that it was any of my business. Nothing was. Except opening and closing the iris.

How fun.

"Carter…something wrong?"

"Everything's fine," she replied. "I'm gonna go, back to work…Goodnight."

She turned and jogged down the steps. O'Neill stood for a few moments, watching her go, and then made a move towards the stairs leading to his office, before deciding to follow Carter and turning around and jogging after her.

"Night Walter," he said over his shoulder.

"Night," I muttered, not that he cared.

He had other people to look after.

I had an interesting job when it came to knowing generally what went on at the SGC, I just never got any kind of details. For example, I had heard plenty of rumours that four years earlier during the zat'arc incident Carter and O'Neill had been forced the admit to more than platonic feelings for each other. But nothing had ever seemingly come of it, so I've never been sure whether it actually happened or not.

Of course I could just look it up on my computer.

But I wouldn't do that…

All I knew was that Carter was engaged to some guy who'd been brought in after being shot at by Osiris the year before, and O'Neill wasn't seeing anyone. Not that he had the time now.

Being a General obvious took up more time than he had thought.

I jumped as alarms sounded and turned in my seat to look at the Stargate. The chevrons were lighting up by one, the gate spinning quickly. I looked at the mission list, no teams due back.

Pressing the button on the microphone I announced to the base that there was an…

"Unscheduled Offworld Activation."

General O'Neill and Colonel Carter suddenly appeared in the control room again, they obviously hadn't made it very far. O'Neill stood behind me, watching the gate, as Carter sat down on the computer next to me. I slammed my hand down on the iris control and it slammed shut.

A few seconds later the wormhole established. I watched the screen intently, waiting for an IDC to be sent through.

Nothing.

In fact there was no signs of anything.

This had happened once before, that hadn't turned out well. We'd already blown up one Stargate due to that incident…

"Carter?"

"Sergeant, can you get up the…"

"Already done," I said, enlarging the frequency to see if there was anything small coming through.

Sure enough there was a tiny abnormality, a repetitive pattern. I watched as Carter brought up the same thing on her computer and began comparing it to the wave frequency of Anubis' attack.

"Damnit…" she said, turning to face O'Neill. "It's that machine again, sir."

"The one that blew up the Stargate?"

"Yes…"

"Oh…"

As usual no one bothered to involve me in the conversation. At least I knew what they were talking about this time.

"That damn weapon…." O'Neill turned around and started to make his way up to his office.

I turned and looked at Carter. "Not good?"

"No…" Sam said, spinning around in her chair, getting up and jogging after her CO.

I was left staring at the Stargate, there was nothing I could do.