The Alternate Daughter
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott.
Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
The voices were fading faster into the darkness. The girl hurried to keep up. She dare not make a connection, for she would alert them to her presence. They could yet be the enemy. She cared little at this point. For a month she had been trapped, isolated on a desolate deserted planet where the sun had yet to shine its face. She would follow anyone to get away.
She was just behind them now. She squatted behind a ruptured crate, watching the four of them as they climbed the steps, pale blue light illuminating their forms. The girls keen eyes caught his face as he flung a glance over his shoulder. She choked back a gasp as her heart rate accelerated.
"Dad?" she whispered to the thin air. Then they stepped through and it was time to act. She ran, as fast as her body could carry her, and dove. The familiar feeling filled her, but she knew the worm hole was closing fast behind her. She counted down the milliseconds and braced herself. Her left shoulder hit the plating first, the force snapping her head down. She rolled and stood, all in one swift second. Her eyes lit upon the familiar room, across the window of the control room and the metal ramp. The four scouts stopped their quick dissension and turned to face her.
"Dad!" the girl shouted and plunged into her father, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. One of his companions cocked his head.
"Something you're not telling us Jack?"
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott.
Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
The voices were fading faster into the darkness. The girl hurried to keep up. She dare not make a connection, for she would alert them to her presence. They could yet be the enemy. She cared little at this point. For a month she had been trapped, isolated on a desolate deserted planet where the sun had yet to shine its face. She would follow anyone to get away.
She was just behind them now. She squatted behind a ruptured crate, watching the four of them as they climbed the steps, pale blue light illuminating their forms. The girls keen eyes caught his face as he flung a glance over his shoulder. She choked back a gasp as her heart rate accelerated.
"Dad?" she whispered to the thin air. Then they stepped through and it was time to act. She ran, as fast as her body could carry her, and dove. The familiar feeling filled her, but she knew the worm hole was closing fast behind her. She counted down the milliseconds and braced herself. Her left shoulder hit the plating first, the force snapping her head down. She rolled and stood, all in one swift second. Her eyes lit upon the familiar room, across the window of the control room and the metal ramp. The four scouts stopped their quick dissension and turned to face her.
"Dad!" the girl shouted and plunged into her father, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. One of his companions cocked his head.
"Something you're not telling us Jack?"