Name- Sg-1 Halloween Special
Author- GryphonWonder
Started- April 16, 2005
Season- Made up time, before season 8
Summery- It's Halloween and something bad is defiantly goin' down, 'cause Daniel doesn't seem to be himself and the rest of Sg-1 are running for their lives across the galaxy
Rating- T or Pg-13 for violence, some language, and mentions of alcohol consumption
Genre- Horror, suspense, and humor
Pairings- some Sam/Jack, and a tiny hint of Dan/Jan
Warnings- Major minor character death, in a funny sort of way… and I quote, from one of the
later chapters, 'Hey! It's all in good fun, man…..'
My older brother and I wrote this, combining 'his good writing skills and my weird ideas'. This isn't meant to be offensive, and if you're a Daniel fan, please don't give up on this story till chapter three or so. We're both Stargate fans, (not Atlantis...Evil!) so we're doing this for fun! It's our first fic, so be nice! Wow, it's a Halloween fic in the middle of April… Oh well!
"blah" means someone talking
'blah' means someone thinking
Disclaimer- Don't sue us, the most you'll get is like $12 or so… We don't own Stargate Sg-1 or the other characters from other places. Oh I wish….
Chapter 1- Crime and Punishment
The yellow afternoon sun blazed over the arid surface of PX3-729. The small insignificant military-issued tents of Sg-1's command post overlooked the dry desert valley 50 feet below. A small stream wound its way along the floor of it, disappearing under the dark bulk of the pyramid-shaped Goa'uld mother ship which sat, spider-like, in the middle. No Jaffa warriors patrolled the area, for the Goa'uld needed all their warriors helping inside.
Sam watched the two small khaki clad figures of Jack and Teal'c as they worked their way laboriously up the hill. She briefly wondered how it had come to this, the last of the Goa'uld besieged on one mother ship, and how that one mother ship was about to be blown into little pieces. It contained the last ruminants of their hateful ways and their most precious artifacts of destruction. 'This is gonna be good.'
Daniel sulked in the corner. He had said many times that what they were doing was wrong, how they can learn so much by taking them alive. How they can find some new technology to help the war against the many enemies they've acquired lately. Oh well, things never worked out in his favor anyways.
"Hey kids!" The colonel greeted as he walked into the clearing, detonator in hand. Walking across the clearing, he hooked it up to the technologically advanced-looking signal enhancer they had installed on the other side of camp next to the rogue MALP of supplies. 'Yes, this is gonna be REAL good.'
"Let's finish this." Jack added with an evil smirk as he turned to face his team and they all sat on the plastic lawn chairs comfortably acquired from the general. All but Daniel turned their chairs to the lip of the valley to have an uninterrupted view of the scene unfolding below.
"We have to wait until the generator is online," Sam reminded as they all waited for the fireworks.
"Yeah"
"I believe there is something you are forgetting, O'Neill." Teal'c suddenly announced after a few moments.
"What would that be?"
In response, the once Jaffa nodded his head at the red and white 'Igloo' cooler that stood at their feet.
"Oh but of course! I was just getting to that." Jack answered as he lifted the plastic lid and removed the chilled bottle of 1961 Sherry and a few glasses. 'How can I forget?'
"I beg you! Reconsider! The information! The technology!" Daniel kept up his plea from behind a few storage boxes.
"Don't ruin the moment; we planned this a long time ago."
"Why wasn't I told?"
"Because we knew this would happen! Now, no wine for you!"
"But it's better to keep the ship!"
"No it's not"
"Yes it is!"
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is!"
"No it's not!"
Evening darkened into night, and soon the steady hum of the reactor as the Goa'uld mother ship sparkled into life inturupted the argument. Jack sighed and opened the beverage and poured the two glasses for himself and the major sitting next to him.
"It's too late anyways, so stop. Sure you don't want any?" Jack motioned to Teal'c.
"I am certain."
"Suit yourself."
The Goa'uld engines started and Jack pulled the detonator towards him.
"Let the games begin!" They started a count-down.
5…
"Listen to me!"
4…
"Not now Space monkey"
3…
"You will regret this!"
2…
"Maybe I will!"
1…
The button was pressed, the detonator beeped, the light blinked, the ship completely and utterly…..failed to explode, rose slowly above the lip of the valley and blasted into hyperspace.
Sherry trickled down uniforms as mouths gaped open. Time stood still.
"It's not dead!" Sam, being the smart one, pointed out.
"Thank you, Major obvious."
In silence, Sg-1 searched for the problem. Following the wire, they all happened upon it at the same time. Behind the first tent, it, or should I say he, stood with two halves of the grey cord clasped in his hands.
For a long time, no one moved or said a thing. Time, once again, stood still.
"Daniel?" the major ventured.
"How could you!"
"I couldn't let you do it! Think of the knowledge!"
Jack spoke up.
"You suck. You suck bad you know that!"
The lone light bulb glowed dimly on the desk in front of Daniel as he sat in his lonely office surrounded by the rocks he brought from other planets. A book of records lay open in front of him. He flipped listlessly through the pages of Goa'uld writing without reading them.
'Was it worth it?' He thought miserably to himself as he kept flipping.
'What will they do to me?' He wondered and stopped 'reading'. Daniel stared at the glowing eyes of the small jack o' lantern that sat on his desk. It stared back.
"Guess there won't be any candy for Danny this Halloween." He voiced aloud to the pumpkin.
'Man, I'm talking to a pumpkin. Maybe Jack was right. I am a loser.'
As if out of nowhere, the door to the office flew off its hinges as a tall brooding Jaffa warrior stormed in.
"Teal'c! What are you doing?" The archeologist nervously stood up bumping the desk. The already unstable pumpkin head rolled to the ground, spilling the candle on the floor. Teal'c said nothing.
They stood staring at each other in the face, as tumbleweed rolled past in a cliché fashion. Suddenly, Teal'c started forward and leaped at a staggering pace at the unsuspecting victim behind the desk and barreled into him. His arms closed in around the archeologist's neck and they wrestled to the ground.
"Teal'c! What- "He didn't get to finish for the strong Jaffa warrior pined him to the ground and began to throttle him. Daniel struggled against his grip, writhing side to side, attempting to escape, but Teal'c was to strong. Suddenly, the arms released their grip.
"Oh….(gasp)…..Teal'c, you've come to your senses. What do you think you're doing!"
Daniel began to rise as the first punch hit him right in the chest. His head slammed against the floor as more followed. Soon, his struggling ceased and Teal'c rose to his feet. He calmly walked out of the room, pausing only to admire one of the rocks on the desk, and to wipe his bloody hands.
Blood pooled under the desk as the candle set the surroundings aflame. It cast a flickering shadow across the pumpkin head, casting a hideous and frightening shadow on the wall.
Flames rose higher, two guards calmly walked inside and removed the body. The pumpkin smiled.
To be continued….
Trust us, it gets better! As some of you writers (and attempted writers) know, beginning chapters are always the hardest. Please review! No flames!