Trapped
Part One: Yellow Dot
A/N: Written for ShipDay 2013! I've been doing a lot of fluff lately and my page needs a little bit of drama. What better day to do it than the shippiest day of the year! I know today isn't technically shipday, but part two will be up tomorrow, so this is most definitely a ship day story.
Enjoy!
Jack watched the blinking yellow dot move across the screen, his jaw tense as three red dots converged and started racing quickly after the yellow one. "Major Carter," Thor's voice rang out behind him and the screen changed, zooming in on the yellow dot and the quickly diminishing space between it and the three red ones. "You are being pursued by three replicators."
"It's a lot more than that!" Sam's strained voice came over the intercom followed by a volley of gun fire.
Jack squeezed his eyes shut and felt his hands clench into fists. He should've never let her go down there alone. He should have been the one to go. "Carter," Jack held the smooth stone close to his mouth. "Get out of there."
"I'm trying, sir!" Her voice sounded faraway and tense. "More bugs coming from dead ahead!"
Jack glanced up at the screen and felt bile rise into his throat. They weren't just coming from in front of her—they were coming from all sides. "Get to the bail out point, Carter. Now!"
"Negative, colonel! The Naquadah bombs have not been placed, I repeat, they have not been placed!" More gunfire.
"Forget about the bombs, Major. Get out of there!" Jack slammed his free hand on the console in front of him and the dots went out of focus for a moment before snapping back into place.
"No, sir!" Sam sounded really out of breath now and, if he wasn't mistaken…resigned.
"That's an order, Carter!"
"Jack, get her back up here!" Daniel shouted from across the bridge of the Asgard ship. He was watching another screen, one that showed the entire enemy ship instead of just the one section Sam was in.
"I'm trying, Daniel." Jack growled, fear exacerbating his anger. Carter was his responsibility; he was the one that sent her down there. And now she was trapped.
"No, Jack." Daniel spun and pointed at the screen behind him. "They're swarming."
Jack's eyes shot to the screen and his breathing stopped. He was right. There were now more red dots than empty space and they were all converging on the lone yellow dot. "Carter!" Jack shouted, trying and failing to conceal his panic.
"Sir." Sam's voice was quiet and there was no more gunfire. "I'm out of ammo." Fear lanced through Jack and he turned wide eyes on Daniel. "Charges are set, Colonel." Her voice cracked and, if Jack didn't know better, he'd think she was on the verge of tears.
"Great. Now get out of there." Jack's voice dropped, matching her quiet tone.
He heard her take a deep breath. "All exits are blocked, sir."
Jack didn't need to look at the screen to know she wasn't exaggerating. He turned to Thor, anger flashing through him when the alien looked so calm, so composed. "Beam her up!"
Thor turned his big impassive eyes on O'Neill. "I cannot."
Jack glanced between Thor and the screen. "What do you mean you can't? Beam her up!"
"O'Neill!" Teal'c shouted, eyes fixed on the screen he and Daniel were staring at. "The Replicator ship is trying to take off!"
"Their ship's navigation system is set for Orilla. They must not be allowed to leave." Thor blinked slowly, looking at the console in front of him.
"Carter!" Jack turned back to his yellow dot, eyes wide, searching for some way out. His mind was racing, too many thoughts and fears were bombarding him—his only clear thought was that he needed to get down there. He needed to get her.
Before Sam could answer, Thor cut across the channel. "Major Carter, the Replicator ship is preparing to leave. How long until the Naquadah enhanced bombs detonate?"
"Thirty seconds." Jack's heart sank when her staticky reply came over the transmitting device. His mind screamed in protest. Thirty seconds wasn't enough time. It wasn't enough time to save the one thing in the universe he would give anything—anything—to save.
He was going to lose her.
"Jack!" Daniel shouted, eyes wide and horrified behind his glasses.
"O'Neill!" Jack blinked and looked at Teal'c as everything around him seemed to slow down- like he was walking through quicksand. He opened his mouth to say something, to spout off some brilliant plan that would save his second.
But nothing came.
Because it was Carter who came up with the brilliant plans.
Sam's soft voice cut through the pudding-like air and Jack's heart stopped. "It was an honor serving with you, sir."
Jack turned back to the screen, his blood roaring in his ears, a hundred words stuck in his throat.
And the screen went blank.
TBC
A/N: Oh, the suspense! Please R and R
Happy ShipDay!
P.S. I finally convinced my boyfriend to watch Stargate with me and…guys…I don't think he's a SamJack shipper. We just finished season one, so there's still time, right?