Resistance
Rated: G
Spoilers: none
Season: Oh, 8?
Disclaimer: Inner child stamps foot and screams "I want them! I want them! I want them now!" I don't own Stargate SG1 or its characters.
Summary: Jack returns to find the base under siege. Which side will he choose? Enjoy!
A/N: Hey everybody! Hope you enjoy this little story! I wroteit pretty fast, so sorry if it's not the greatest! But I wanted to get it out. Thanks so much for reading!
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General Jack O'Neill grabbed his freshly dry-cleaned dress blues from the passenger side of his truck. He locked the doors, then made his way back into Cheyenne Mountain,snow crunching with each step.
Being base commander had taken some getting used to, but he seemed to have found his rhythm, which was why he now had time to do the little things - like picking up his dry-cleaning.
Okay, so Walter was helping. But still. The little guy couldn't get all the credit.
He nodded to the guards at the door, signed in at the various checkpoints.
But the deeper he got into the mountain, the more something nagged at him. Something was off. Something was really off.
I'm just being paranoid. That's all.
The halls were empty when they should have been filled with bustling people.
It was quiet, but he knew he was being watched.
MaybeI shouldn't have left?
He heard rustling and saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye.
"What…"
It was gone.
Must be one of the new SFs. They're always so timid…
He decided to go to the control room. Someone there should know what was going on.
For all he knew, the base might have been compromised. He had to get things under control immediately.
Just great. I finally get to liking this job, and we get a foothold situation. And whose fault is it going to be? Mine. I hate not being able to stick it to the man anymore!
"Freeze."
The voice behind him never wavered. Confident and cool.
She must have been taken over. It's too late.
He raised his hands and slowly turned around.
"Carter… what…"
She kept her weapon trained on him, eyes locked with his.
"It's my team or no team, sir. Choose and choose fast."
I was only gone for two hours.
"Carter, I…"
What could he do? Who could he trust? Should he try to take her down? Where were the others? And whose side would they be on?
He hesitated a moment too long.
Sam shook her head and pulled the trigger.
Splat!
"Ew! Carter!" he looked down at his reddened chest and splattered dress blues in disgust. "You could have at least waited to have the annual base paintball tournament until after I put away my dry-cleaning!"
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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!
Best wishes,
macisgate
