What Goes On?
Daniel groaned as he felt his ribs slowly collapsing under the weight of the rocks piled over him. Nearby where he lay pinned under the rocks were sprawled the remainder of SG-1 and the gate room staff in various states of consciousness, unconsciousness, and a few appeared to have met their end in the chaotic gate room.
"Daniel Jackson."
Daniel looked over beside him to see Teal'c in a similar position as himself.
"Teal'c?"
The large alien man closed his eyes wearily and made a small nodding movement.
"You are trapped under the rocks too, Daniel Jackson. How are you feeling?"
"Well, Teal'c," Daniel wheezed, feeling the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, "I feel like I'm slowly being crushed by a few tons of rock – you?"
Teal'c actually smiled, much to Daniel's amazement.
"I feel much the same as you."
"Oh, well look at this," a disembodied voice said from above their heads. "What a lovely last moment together."
A bright light caused both Tau'ri and Jaffa to snap their eyes shut and a high pitched squeal brought around a mercifully silent blackness.
Sam awoke with a start only to wish she were still asleep.
The gate room was strewn with bodies and piles of rock that had tumbled down from the ceiling. Next to her lay a young marine – a shard of debris embedded into his scull.
The blond woman attempted to rise from the ground to discover herself held down by a strange weight – something covered in green cloth.
Holding back a scream, Sam recognized the silver hair as belonging to her armour, General O'Neill. From the way he was sprawled over her, she could only assume that he had been protecting her from something – from a blast, maybe.
Sam searched for a pulse and felt her own heart begin beating once more when she found a faint, yet steady beat.
Now Carter had a new mystery – what had happened and why was the gate room now a tomb?