A/N: I own no rights to anything Stargate affiliated, though I really wish I did! Character's you don't recognize are most likely created by me. I have no set time for this fic, but I'm thinking about fifth or sixth season. You'll notice that I keep some characters and get rid of others as it suits me. But don't worry, nothing too dramatic ... to start off with anyway. I do have a tendency to kill off main characters. I also change certain aspects of people, such as their ranks. I really would like to know what you all think of this fic. It's my very first Stargate story, so I would appreciate some honest criticism.
One last thing, I rated this fic, as all my other fics have been rated, as M. I do this for the soul purpose that it gives me complete room to do whatever I want. I really hope to have the rating well earned by the end. But it doesn't apply just necessarily for romance, but also some graphic descriptions and implications. Be warned.
Well, without any further ado, I give you:
Revealed
"Harriman, what's the status of SG:1?" General George Hammond's voice seemed to boom over the obnoxious wailing of the alert siren as he came quickly down the metal spiral stairs.
Before Chief Sergeant Walter Harriman had time to respond, the speaker cracked to life with the firm voice of Colonel Jack O'neill. "We're under fire! We were ambushed! Sending I.D.C. now."
"Affirmative, sir. Receiving Col. O'neill's I.D.C."
"Open the iris."
With a push of a button, the iris slid open and immediately the gate room lit up temporarily with a blast that reverberated through the complex and left a darkened mark high on the wall. Teal'c limped through moments later, supporting a battered looking Major Carter.
"Medical team to the Gate Room Stat!" Gen. Hammond barked into the microphone that would carry his voice over the speakers.
O'neill backed through the gate, still firing at unseen enemies. "Close the iris!" he commanded over his shoulder. Gen. Hammond nodded to Walter who was already moving to press the key that would close the protective barrier.
Gen. Hammond came through one door of the Gate Room as the Medical team came through the opposite way with a stretcher. Teal'c sat Carter gently down and stepped back to remove himself from being in the way.
"Col. O'neill, where's Doctor Jackson?"
"He was taken by the locals. There was no way to get to him without getting the rest of us killed." He sounded out of breath now that the adrenaline rush was over.
"Very well, Col. I trust your judgment. Get yourself taken care of and we'll debrief in an hour."
Jack watched the door close behind Gen. Hammond and turned to see Carter get wheeled out to the infirmary with Teal'c following closely, clutching his shoulder where a staff blast had grazed him. He had also been hit in the upper leg with some sort of stunner. Different than the Zats in that they seemed to isolate only where they hit on a person, rather then the entire body.
Carter had been knocked to the ground as the rock face that had been behind her exploded via some other weapon that the Krishtons had in their arsenal. A piece of flying rock had collided with her head, leaving her dazed and disorientated.
Daniel had been hit with the same thing as Teal'c, only he had been shot in the chest, leaving him completely incapacitated. He had tried to run after him, as he was being drug away, but they were being too heavily fired on. It was at that moment that Carter had been knocked down and he made the difficult decision to leave. They would form an immediate rescue party and get Daniel back. But first, he had to go to the infirmary and check on Carter and Teal'c.
"Hang in there, Daniel. We'll get you out of there," he promised to the giant ring that now sat silent and calm before turning and heavy-heartedly following the single remaining member of the emergency medical team back to the the infirmary.
