SG-13 The Suicide Squad By Cesar Perez -

RATING: R

WARNINGS: Violence, Language, Sexual Situations

CATEGORY: Action/Adventure, Romance (Daniel/Sam, Jack/Janet, Other/Other), Drama, Humor, Crossover (Jag and West Wing)

SPOILERS: To many to mention

TIME FRAME: Season 6 (Meridian Never Happened, so Daniel is here.)

SUMMARY: A group of hardened convicts join the SGC as the suicide squad. No one will ever be quite the same again.

DISCLAIMER: The characters of Stargate, Jag, and the West Wing are not my property. No infringment is intended as this is done all in the name of Fan Fiction and fun.

Star gate: SG13 By Cesar Perez

PROLOGUE:

Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary, Kansas

Death Row

The night was quiet for a change, well as quiet as a prison ever got. There were no alarms tonight, no guards running around trying to find out what inmate had just gotten shanked or just got gang raped. No new prisoners, who you would have to lay awake listening to cry all night long because of the desperate fear that they now felt gripping their hearts. No, tonight was blissfully quiet and most of the prison was thankful for the one night that everyone could get some much needed sleep. All the cells were blissfully silent, but not all the prisoners were asleep. Across the prison in the section that housed death row, one light was still on. At least one person was lying awake tonight.

Gabriel Michael Fuentes sat in his darkened cell the one overhead light barely making a dent in the pervasive darkness that surrounded him. Sitting alone in the semi darkness, he pondered the joke which most people call life. Gabriel had not wanted much from life, indeed he had not expected much from it at all. He had been born poor and he had fully expected to die that way as well. The only thing that he really wanted was a family, like the one, which he never had. Just a loving wife and if he were lucky maybe a couple of kids, yeah, a boy and a girl, maybe a small house somewhere in the country. Modest dreams compared to most that wanted riches and the power to do anything that they wanted to do. However life had decided differently for Gabriel, he actually once had a wife and a child, but that was long ago and it was taken away from him. Looking up at the calendar at the X's that ticked off the days, he saw that he had barely five days left now, five days until it was all finally over. It is a strange thing to know exactly when it is that you are going to die, the exact date and time of your death. Gabriel had always assumed that death was something that snuck up on you when you least expected it, something that moved like a thief in the night catching people unaware and unprepared. Well maybe that was the way it was for most people but not for him. His eyes continued to roam throughout the room, finally his eyes settled on his research materials still sitting at his small desk. His thoughts beginning to swirl in his head as they often did these days bringing him back the memories from his life. If he were lucky he would dream about the good times he had, there weren't all that many but there were a few. Most nights, however he dreamt of his life as a boy and the terror and loneliness that he experienced. Sometimes he could hear that muted gunshot that had ended his fathers life, or he would remember beating on his mothers chest begging her to wake up. The hypodermic needle still sticking out of her arm, her face waxen, pallid, and so still her breathing ragged. Lately though he had been dreaming of his time here in prison and in the end looking for just some hope at the end of his life. Hoping to just get one bit of good news before the end.

"God I hope I hear from him soon, I just want to know." He thought silently to himself "To know that I accomplished something in this life that was memorable, even if it was only for a day or two. I wonder if they give doctorates posthumously." He wondered.

He remembered showing his thesis to his professor who had decided to pay his student a social call.

Professor Embry had sat reading the materials that his student had presented and shook his head as he flipped through the thick sheaf of papers.

"This is explosive stuff." He had said finally putting the thesis down. " One hell of a thesis statement." Shaking his head he tapped the pages in the binder "I can't say that I agree with you because I don't, and I have about a million questions that I could ask, but you've seemed to cover most of them here." He said once again flipping through the pages. "I just need the time to go through this properly."

Gabriel sat back in the chair proud of the final product of his work. It had not been easy finding books about ancient cultures in prison; it had proven to be quite a challenge. If it had not been for the man in front of him supplying the necessary materials for him, he never would have been able to do it. Gabriel would never have been able to finish his doctoral dissertation "Well professor I just finished it, is there a chance that I can hear back from the committee, I mean I only have three weeks left."

"In time for the deadline." Embry's eyes snapped wide as he looked up at Gabriel "Gabe, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean."

Gabriel chuckled waving away the panic he saw in the older man's eyes "Don't worry about it doc. I know what you meant." Then pointing to the papers "So do you think that I have a shot here?" He was almost afraid to ask; afraid to have his hopes raised even one last time. All too often, in his life his hopes had been raised only for him to helplessly watch as those same dreams and hopes crashed down a deep dark chasm. Each time that would happen a little bit, more of his soul seemed to be chipped away and wither into dust. Hope was for the lucky and the strong, he had not been either for a very long time.

"Well" Embry considered not wanting to get his student's hopes too high "Yes I think you do, although I think that your subject matter is a little insane. Believe me when I say that I have seen worse. I once had a student write a thesis on the possibility of Star Wars being real and he got his doctorate."

Gabe smiled running his fingers through his long hair "Hasn't anyone ever thought about what I have written?" he asked in wonder "I mean how can no one else wonder about these things?"

Embry thought a moment and snapped his fingers "Yes there was one Doctor who thought the same." Snapping his fingers repeatedly trying to remember the young man's name, it was right on the tip of his tongue. Embry remembered a rainy afternoon and a young archeologist had spouted off his theories on ancient Egypt and other cultures.

"Johnson, Jameson...Jackson, yes Dr. Daniel Jackson." He smiled proudly that he had actually remembered the name "He had a theory very similar to yours, a very promising young man as I remember but his career was cut tragically short when he went public with his ideas. I mean it's one thing to write your thesis dissertation on the subject of aliens coming to earth and helping to build ancient civilizations, but it is an entirely different situation to announce it publicly." Putting the papers into his brief case he shut it and stood up "I'm going to take this immediately to the board, I'm going to make sure that they go through your thesis first. I'll explain without going into details the rush and should get back to you in maybe two weeks."

Gabriel stood up extending a hand "Thank you doctor."

"No thank you Gabe." Pausing before leaving he turned to him once again "You know I was thinking of retiring."

"No not you Doc!" Gabriel protested to the older man "You've got so much to teach still."

"Yes me" He sighed sadly shaking his head he explained "I've spent so many years teaching a subject that very few people care about anymore. Everyone wants to learn about computers and science; no one wants to learn ancient history anymore. They take it because it is a requirement, and then they half ass it through the entire course. Then one night, I was arrested for drunk driving, the judge ordered me to five hundred hours community service. To teach inmates about ancient cultures, and there you were. Curious, asking questions, disagreeing with me, and you challenged me as no other student has in twenty-five years. You have changed my prospective on life Gabe, and for that I am forever grateful. You've given me back my hope for the future." He told Gabriel truthfully

Back in his cell, Gabriel closed his eyes trying to let sleep come and take him away for a little while. To dream about life before the "incident" as the military tribunal had called it. He had been so close then, so close to realizing his dreams of a home and a family of finally having all he ever wanted. Then one day, POOF, it was all gone. Like a wave coming up on shore and destroying a sandcastle, his sandcastle. After all, that he had suffered and endured through out his childhood all the crap that he was able to over come. To become someone respectable and respected, honorable. Then one day with one accusation it was all gone, it hadn't been just a wave it had to be a fucking tsunami, it completely destroyed any hope of having a life. No one had believed him not even Daisy; he remembered the day that she had to take the stand. He could see it in her eyes, oh, she had told the truth as she knew it, that was certain Gabriel could not fault her there. Nevertheless, Gabriel could see it in her eyes that she did not believe him when he told her that there was some mistake because he was innocent. She had not believed him; neither did the military tribunal so now here he sat watching the clock tick away slowly. Tick tock, tick tock, soon it will be over, tick you are alive tock you are dead, tick tock, tick tock.

Gabriel had only one more wish and that was to be able to hold Daisy one more time, just once, kiss her tender lips, and to see his daughter once more hug her and tell her that he loved her more than life itself, tell them and make them believe that he really was innocent. Then he could die without that nagging fear that they would always believe him guilty.

Gabriel opened his eyes, sleep as ever eluding him these days. He blinked and he found himself staring at the picture of two people sitting on a chair that sat on his desk just a few feet away. Daisy Hammond was the best thing that had ever come into his miserable life, he had told her most of what he had been through in life. Not everything though, there was always that fear that she would be disgusted with him, with the things he had done to survive and leave him. That was the one thought that he could never get out of his head, even when they were together. The constant nagging fears that he was not good enough for her. Daisy came from a good and loving home, a happy family with lots of sisters and nephews and nieces and a father who was a general in the air force. And she had fallen for a man like Gabriel, who had been shocked to learn that such things like loving families actually existed outside the make believe world of television. He didn't understand why, why a woman who had so much going for her, smart, beautiful and could either make his day with her smile or destroy it with a frown. Her father George Hammond knew, he took one look at Gabriel and knew that he was trouble; there was just something that radiated off him. Anger, rage that was barely held in check, mementos from his own troubled childhood. George knew that it was something that could snap at any moment and become dangerous and even deadly. Yes, the senior Hammond knew, but still for the sake of his daughters happiness he welcomed Gabriel into his home, which also shocked the hell out of Gabriel. Eventually he and George were becoming good friends there in the end, just before it all came apart.

"How long ago was that?" Gabriel wondered looking at the calendar "Ten years in August. My, my how the time does fly." He remarked to the darkness, his only constant companion these days.

Daisy must be married with children by now, and as always when he thought of Daisy, he'd remember that meeting that he had with her before they locked him up.

It had been just outside of the Court where he had just been sentenced. He remembered like it was yesterday the tears that streaked her beautiful face as she hugged him for the last time. She had promised to visit him every chance she had. Gabriel was in shock, he had been so sure that once they heard the evidence that he would be vindicated. After all this is America, things like this just do not happen. How could they convict him when they did not even know if the woman was dead? No body, no conviction, it seemed so simple to him. How could anyone ever think that he would do such a thing to a woman he once thought he loved. Finally, he registered that Daisy was there but he could not even hug her, the MP's had already handcuffed him. Tears rolled down his face as he said his goodbyes to her, begging her to keep an eye on Josie his daughter. He looked at the general who was sadly shaking his head at him and trying to take his daughter away, away from the broken dreams and the broken promise of a life together. He remembered looking at his lawyer Lt Harmon Rabb and his words that he would get started on his appeal as soon as possible. In the beginning Daisy had visited him every week, that was his only salvation from the actual hell he was living in, the day to day struggle and fight to stay alive. Daisy always brought with her words of hope and news of how his appeal was going, how Josie was getting along with his family. Although he did find it amusing that, his family hated him, but loved his daughter. Yes, Daisy had visited every week that is until he lost the appeal. After that, she would come once every couple of weeks, then it was once every couple of months, and soon the visits stopped all together. He would write to her as well as his daughter, long letters telling them that he was alright, but that he needed them, just a note, a call anything to give him a glimmer of hope, to know that he wasn't alone as he'd been most of his life. All his letters were returned unopened, stamped return to sender. That was the day that he had truly given up all hope, if he could not convince the woman he loved and his own daughter that he was not guilty, then he could convince no one. Gabriel tried to tell himself that it was all right, that he had been alone all his life so this was nothing new. He tried so hard to convince himself that he did not need them, that he needed no one, that he was stronger alone. So what if it was a lie, better a lie that bought a measure of comfort than all the truths, which ripped at his very soul. So close, he had been so close but the brass ring had been just out of reach.

"Hey Fuentes!" the guard called out to him

Snapped out of his reverie "What?" Gabriel answered back his eyes never leaving the picture, so fucking close, he thought bitterly.

"Visitors"

Surprised Gabriel tore his eyes away from the picture and sat up "What time is it?"

"Nearly ten." The guard answered, "Look you wanna see them or not it's up to you." The guard did not care one-way or the other. He was already pissed that he had been pulled away from his one quiet evening.

"Them?" Gabriel got up and put on his shoes

Turning his head the guard yelled out "Open cell 17."

Gabriel sat down in a chair and stared at Professor Embry "Hey Professor, how'd you get a visiting privilege here this late." He asked stretching out a hand.

Embry looked nervous as he looked at his favorite student "I can't stay long Gabe, there are some other men here to see you. I had to beg them to give me five minutes with you. By the way here." Embry slid a large manila envelope over to him a smile plastered to his lips.

"Hold it." The guard stepped over to them "I have to inspect that." Opening the envelope the guard looked inside, whistled, and handed it over to Gabriel "Congratulations." He said

Opening the envelope, Gabe took out the document inside.

"Congratulations Doctor Fuentes." Embry smiled

"Gabriel Michael Fuentes, doctor of ancient studies." Gabe smiled "Thank you Dr. Embry." He had done it; he accomplished the one thing left in his life that was truly his, something that could never be taken away from him.

Nervously Embry looked back towards the door "No thank you Gabe, listen I have to go my time is up. Those other men want to see you now."

"What other men?" asked Gabriel confused still hugging his diploma to his chest

"I don't know" Embry told him "All I know is a couple of days after I handed this in to the committee I got a call asking who wrote the thesis and where he could be found. They are government types, scary types." Embry admitted

"I know the kind you mean." Gabriel admitted. "I've dealt with their kind before." Holding his diploma close to his chest, he held out his other hand "I can never repay you for what you've done for me."

Embry shook it off "Thank you, for giving me one last chance to prove that I can actually teach." Shaking hands Professor Embry turned and walked out.

Gabriel sat back down waiting for his next visitor, wondering what the spooks wanted with him, especially now. The door opened and a middle-
aged man entered dressed in an overcoat his face dispassionate although Gabriel could tell that the man did not like being in these surroundings. "Well join the fucking club, I don't much care for the facilities either." He thought. Close behind him entered a severe looking woman with short blonde hair and thick old-fashioned plastic glasses, which just served to sharpen her already severe features. Her pale skin made her look bloodless her skin pasty white. Gabriel shivered the two made a perfect pair.

The man took the seat opposite from Gabriel while the woman stood just behind him at attention. The man then removed his overcoat and revealed that he was wearing an air force uniform.

"Good evening Dr. Fuentes." The man said politely "My name is Colonel Kennedy."

"Colonel" Gabriel simply nodded at the man not quite knowing what else to do or say.

Kennedy continued to stare at the man opposite him, although his hair was long and unruly the prison time had not seemed to soften him up. He thought.

"I know you are wondering why exactly I'm here, but please bear with me for a moment. I just wish to be sure that you are the right man that I am looking for."

Reaching behind him the woman statue handed him a thick file, looking closely, Gabriel could see that it was his service record.

Kennedy opened it and stared at the picture inside of a younger Gabriel Fuentes in uniform. "You are Gabriel Michael Fuentes."

"Yes" Gabriel nodded

"Lieutenant, United States Navy, special forces trained, Navy Seal Team six. Expert with all forms of weapons and explosives and small unit tactics. You were also martial arts instructor at fort Bragg. Last posted to fort Kinney a small undisclosed base where you trained Air force personnel in unarmed combat and survival tactics for black-ops?"

"Former Lieutenant and yes." Gabriel nodded again

Curiously, Kennedy looked up "If you don't mind my asking what forms of martial arts do you know?"

"Aikido, Kendo, Ninjitsu, and several styles of kung-fu."

Kennedy nodded and went back to the file "You have numerous commendations, and you rose through the ranks very quickly. Purple heart, bronze star, silver star."

"Sir" Gabriel stopped the man "What is it that you want from me?"

Kennedy closed the file and turned to the guard "You may leave us now."

"Sir?" the guard looked confused

Handing the guard a letter he continued "I have permission from your commanding officer to speak to this man alone "Don't worry we will be fine."

The guard looked at the orders and came to attention, saluted smartly and exited the room.

"I read your dissertation." Kennedy admitted to Gabriel "It made for some very engrossing reading."

"Thank you Colonel" Gabriel was more confused than ever "But sir what does that have to do with this?"

Kennedy reached behind him again and received another file "I have received permission from the President of the United States and the Joint Chiefs to offer you a second chance Dr. Fuentes."

"Second chance?" Gabriel asked slowly making sure that he completely understood.

"Yes, after reading your dissertation, I realized that you are just the man that I am looking for to lead a special unit." He handed the file over to Gabriel

Opening it Gabriel began to read, and read and read, his jaw hanging wide open as he scanned page after page. "You mean I was right?" he whispered awed.

Kennedy smiled at the mans reaction "Right on the money, but there is more that we will discuss later if you accept this assignment."

"If I don't?" he was not sure that he really wanted an answer for that one.

Kennedy shrugged "Then you will be taken directly from here to the injection room and your sentence will be carried out immediately."

"But I have five days?" he protested, he had been right after all death was a thief in the night. On this night, however he was dressed as an Air force colonel.

"Not anymore." Kennedy instructed him "You either come with me tonight or you go to your execution." He said coldly

Gabriel looked at the man, he knew that Kennedy was not lying to him, and goddammit he was not ready to die, not yet. Not if there was one chance in hell, that he could live out his dreams.

"What's the catch if I accept." He asked suspiciously, he knew that whatever they wanted it was not going to be easy.

Kennedy smiled he knew that he had the man "You must complete twenty five missions, I will be honest with you, I don't expect you to survive. However if you do, the President has agreed to give you a full pardon."

"A pardon?" His suspicion radar was flashing signals to him to be careful.

"Yes, there are however stipulations." Kennedy warned him

"What?"

"First throughout your time with this unit you will be under lock and key in a cell. You will only be allowed out to train and to do your missions, and when they are complete, you will go back to your cell. There will be privileges allowing you to enjoy some of the base facilities but that will be completely up to me. You will also have no rank, none of your team will, but you will lead them. No one is to know anything about your past or that you were a Naval officer."

Gabriel took a stab in the dark "My team, I take it is also in my situation?"

"Yes" Kennedy answered him "They are all from death row or are lifers and they all have military experience. In fact, I have all their files with me for you to study. If you accept my offer."

Gabriel sat back in his chair "Twenty five huh?"

"Twenty five" Kennedy nodded "Then you will be free."

Gabriel stuck out a hand "Deal"

Kennedy shook his hand and got up to leave "Pack up whatever you want to bring with you we leave in thirty minutes. Welcome to SG-13." Without another word, Kennedy stood up and walked out of the room.

Gabriel rubbed his hand on his shirt to wipe away the sweat from his palm.

"Why do I feel like I've just made a deal with the devil?" He muttered to the empty room.