Chapter One
Infiltration

Author's Notes: This is officially my first published fanfiction so I hope it's pretty good. Thank you so much to all those who helped write it-Joulez, Sparky, and everyone else who assisted me from the SGC Network.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 belongs to MGM and Gecko Co. A Midsummer Night's Dream was written by Bill Shakespeare, an awesome dude.
Spoilers: Season 2's Game Keeper, nothing really beyond that although characters from latter seasons are included.

Infiltrated. As soon as Colonel Jack O'Neill heard that word, he automatically went into defensive combat mode. He had just arrived at the base, and was in the locker room when the speaker blared,

"THE SGC HAS BEEN INFILTRATED! I REPEAT, THE SGC HAS BEEN INFILTRATED! ALL PERSONELL REPORT TO THEIR POSTS!" Not-Again. Pleasenotagain. Again.

A wave seemed to wash over everyone in the vicinity of the gateroom including the floors bordering it. There was an electric blue flash, and suddenly everyone had passed out in his or her places. The Keeper stood smiling while his followers quickly went around the area, gathering the bodies of the people that he had found the members of SG-1 had seemed to hold the highest regards to when he had searched their minds five years before. He had created a small chip, which attached to the base of the neck. The chip sent small electric shocks down the spinal area and nerves, which would either confuse the person wearing it enough to follow him, or afflict those who were more resistant with painful electric currents into obeying his commands.

His followers soon returned to him with a group of people he had recognized by face, but not rank, nor name. They were following his followers as they stepped through the gate to his world, where they would once again enter his virtual reality devices.

Jack O'Neill didn't know what had hit him, but he fell down from the giant push of the wave that appeared, and quite frankly, he was somewhat comfortable lying on the floor of the locker room, half dressed in his fatigues, with all but his shirt and jacket. Then somebody entered the room. He tried to ask for help, but his mouth wouldn't move right. By the time he realized he could only stand up, the figure, dressed in a black cloak, with a shimmery, mesh screen hiding their face, was standing next to him, waving it's hand to follow. He tried to resist, but his legs started moving on their own. What the hell was going on? He realized he was mimicking the movements of the thing as he deemed it. Jack didn't know where they were going either until he stepped into the elevator with more hooded things, but wait, no! He could see the top of a blond mop of hair, and he could see Teal'c towering over everyone. Fraiser and a few other SGC personnel were in the elevator too, which was going to the bottom floor gulp; to the Stargate.

Meanwhile Major Sam Carter was itching to get out of the hospital gown that had been put on her when a small explosion in her lab had knocked her unconscious, and apparently into a sharp object which had left a gash on her back. Janet had made her lay on her stomach, on a gurney to sew it back up. Sam would usually not have minded this, but the fact that Rodney McKay was in the bed nearest to the gurney had her pretty pissed off. So technically, he was commenting on her the whole damn time it took to put in the stitches.

"Wow! Finally: a new, and must I say quite appetizing view of Samantha Carter!" was what automatically had blabbered out of his mouth when his anesthesia began to wear off. "Oh my, I do like you in the hospital gown ensemble. You still look hot as ever though. Hey, Dr. Fraiser, what happened to my favorite scientist here?"

"Dr. McKay, Major Carter is completely capable of telling you herself if she wishes. Shut up, and go back to sleep. NOW." Doctor Janet Fraiser replied in her trademark Napoleonic Power Monger tone.

"Nice looking bum, Dr. Carter." He said low enough so that he assumed Fraiser would not be capable of hearing, just as Sam stood up. It only took her an instant to get over there, but Janet managed to step between Sam's fist and McKay's face just in time.

"Sam, go get dressed. I'll give him some big needles for your sake." Fraiser said quietly as she went to her office. With that said, Sam was almost to one of the private rooms with her clothes in hand when the wave swept through the room. It pushed her back, hard, against the floor. In the midst of this, she cursed McKay for already have been lying down. She panicked soon enough though when she realized her mouth wouldn't talk, and she couldn't move. A dark figure entered the infirmary, put something cold and metal on her, McKay, and Janet's neck base. Sam involuntarily along with the other two, stood up, and followed the figure out the door.

Everybody in the underground part of the mountain seemed to be in the group led by the hooded figures, Daniel Jackson observed as he moved along in the crowd. He was in the dialing room when this had happened, and he did not know whether he was fortunate or unfortunate to find out the address was from the Gamekeeper's world. Even Teal'c could not withhold himself from the strange devices that had been placed on their necks. Daniel had hated that mission in particularly though. He had seen his parent's death replayed over and over again for the amusement of the Game Keeper, and he hated him for that. It wasn't like he didn't feel bad enough already that they had died.

The Gamekeeper had had enough time, and help, the past five years to successfully build over thirty-five of his virtual reality machines so when the crowd reached their destination through the other gate, his servants placed every person they had attached a chip to, into their own separate machine. He had the perfect idea to try his machines out with though. He would simply place them into the setting of a book Daniel Jackson had been reading over when he had first visited. The book was called A Midsummer Night's Dream. The Keeper knew the people wouldn't be put into the machines, and had made sure that he had a way to insure that they would not remember they had been captured and put into them. Each machine was programmed so that the person placed inside, would unconsciously take the role of a character in the book that he had picked personally. They would possibly have doubts about their actions, but he made sure they would be carried out. When they had finally closed the gate, the Keeper set them in front of his viewing screen of what was happening in their dreams. They sat back, and prepared for the first victim to show up on it.