Revelations

Little story (okay, not so little) that I wrote about 2 years ago. Lots of angst (eventually), and the shippyness will out! Please review! And please excuse the bad writing at the beginning – I wasn't really that good at this 2 years ago! It should improve as the story goes on (hopefully). Originally Sam's sister's name was Becca Alcott, (yes, I know, very original - not. In my defence I was 16 and an idiot), but I changed it to Lauren. This story is dedicated to Lauren Hyatt-Green, a girl in my year at school who died February 2007.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, or any of the characters. And if I did, I wouldn't cancel the show for the world. Plus Sam and Jack would have got together in Season 9. AND Janet wouldn't be dead. Plus Cassie would be in it more. Okay, I'm done.


Colonel Jack O'Neill sat across from Major Samantha Carter, watching as another brilliant idea formulated in her mind. He loved the way she frowned and bit her lower lip as she worked, before giving that cute little smile when she got to the answer she was looking for, and beaming up at him would deliver that infamous techno-babble which he never understood a word of, but enjoyed listening to just the same. As long as he was awake. And in good health. And had had coffee.

At long last he caught sight of that glimmer of a smile beneath the bent blonde head, and seconds later she muttered:

"Yes!" Jack cocked his head to one side, smirking at her.

"Yes, Major?" Sam looked up at him with shining eyes.

"I think I've got it, sir!" She replied excitedly.

"And . . ." Jack prompted, motioning for her to carry on. Sam was in a flurry of anticipation.

"This is just so exciting, sir! If only I'd seen this before! Imagine the impact on the scientific community when we tell them what we've found!"

"Which is what?" Said Jack in mock impatience.

"A-theory-about-the-sub-space-electro-magnetic-field-and-how-it-links-to-the-wormhole-generated-by-the-" Sam stopped when she noticed Jack's hand held up to stop her. She smiled nervously at him.

"Carter, I haven't a clue what you just said, but will it help us?" Sam looked back down at her scribbled notes, and began to summarise what she'd found.

"Our current problem is that we have an incoming wormhole, which won't disengage. Now, judging by what we already know about the Stargate, it should have shut down four hours ago." She looked up and Jack nodded at her to continue. "This means that it must be drawing power from somewhere else, in order for it to remain active this long. The radio signal that is still coming through is another necessary factor to it remaining open. Therefore, if we kill the signal, the gate shuts down." She paused. "Theoretically."

"So . . . how do we do that?" Jack ventured.

"Send an EMP strong enough to overload whatever is sending the signal through."

"And if that doesn't work?" Sam looked down, and said, quietly:

"I don't know. Yet."

"Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter, report to the briefing room." General Hammond's deep voice boomed over the intercom. Sam and Jack looked at each other for a moment, both asking the silent question: What now? As one, they got up and left for the briefing room.


On entering, Sam's eyes immediately locked with those of a brunette woman, perhaps a couple of years younger than herself, seated at the table. Frowning slightly, Sam turned to General Hammond, wondering why on Earth she was needed for whatever this was about, when she obviously had other important things to do. Saving the world being one of them.

Jack had also noticed the mysterious woman, and, after making a mental note that she was quite attractive, like Carter – no, shut up brain – he too turned to General Hammond.

Noticing the enquiring stares from the two impatient and stressed officers, George Hammond risked a reassuring smile. This was going to be difficult. Very difficult.

"Colonel, Major, I'd like you to meet Dr. Lauren Alcott, an aspiring physicist who would like to offer us assistance with our current situation." He watched as a muscle in Sam's mouth twitched, and she tensed. He knew she wouldn't take this well. Lauren smiled at her sweetly. She'd been warned by her superiors about Sam. Jack shot an annoyed look at General Hammond and the new scientist on the block, and cast a nervous glance at Sam before speaking.

"Actually, sir, I don't think we'll be needing Dr. Alcott's help. Carter has an idea."

"Oh?" George raised an enquiring eyebrow at Sam. She withdrew her gaze from Lauren and explained her theory to General Hammond.

"That won't work." Lauren stated simply. Sam glared at her.

"I agree that we'd need to test a few more of the variables, but if everything is as it appears, I don't see why there'd be a problem."

"Which is exactly why I've been called in, Major. To see the things you don't see." Sam opened her mouth to reply, but General Hammond raised a hand to stop her.

"Major, I know you're not happy with this, but if you could just work together on this I know your combined efforts will be successful." He gave Sam a look that said, plainly: please? Sam sighed inwardly and forced a smile.

"Yes sir." She led Lauren out, avoiding her eye. This is going to be a very long day, she sighed inwardly. Jack watched the two women leave, and then turned to General Hammond.

"Sir, this is a bad idea. Carter could sort this without her."

"I'm not disputing that, Colonel, but the President has stated that he wants a non-military scientist working on it. He thinks someone from outside the project might see things differently, and I have to say I can see his point. As I was going to have to bring someone in, I thought it might as well be someone good. Lauren Alcott is the best there is."

"I seem to remember not too long ago you describing Carter as 'the best there is'." Jack countered.

"I understand your concern Colonel, but until this problem's sorted, I'm afraid we're stuck with her. No one's questioning Major Carter's ability as a scientist."

"No one except the President and whatever crackpot's influencing him."

"That's enough, Jack. Dismissed." Jack gave him a stony glare before saluting and marching out. God I hope Carter hasn't taken this the wrong way.


And that's the first installment! I promise, it does get better . . .

Please review. I need reviews like Sam needs blue jello. And Daniel needs coffee. And Vala needs pink fluffy handcuffs. Ahem.

Beka