The Traveler by Mandarax
Rated K
Disclaimer – yeah.
Summary – An unexpected traveler comes through the Stargate.
Author's note – this just hit me while watching season 1 episodes. Hee.
"Incoming traveler! Close the iris!"
Walter took control of the room before the general rushed into the room.
"What's going on?" Hammond asked.
"Incoming traveler, sir," Walter updated. "We're not expecting anyone."
Down below in the gate room marines were mobilizing, preparing for incoming traveler, P90s at the ready, M16s pointed at the gate, even staff weapons were at the ready, klaxons shouting in the background.
"No iris code, Sir," Walter yelled into the microphone as General Hammond rushed down into the gate room to stand with his people. "Oh! Wait! There it is! Sir?"
Hammond looked up at where Walter would have been, had the blast door hadn't been closed.
"It's SG1's code!"
"But they just left…" Hammond muttered to himself as he made his way back up to Walter's side. "Everyone, stand down."
The iris opened slowly, the shimmering gate behind it appeared.
And then Colonel O'Neill walked in.
"Woh!" the Colonel put his hands up, "It's just me, boys and girls!"
"Colonel O'Neill!" Hammond boomed from the control room. "What the hell is going on? Where is the rest of your team!"
O'Neill looked up at the blast door rising and shrugged at his CO. "Oh, they're still on P3X-342, sir."
Hammond glared at him.
"I just forgot my sunglasses. Came back to get them."
Sitting below Hammond, Walter had a hard time keeping still. His shoulders shook with peels of laughter. Hammond himself had a hard time keeping a straight face. "Colonel O'NEILL!" He growled, "GO get your glasses and get back to 342! When you come back, I expect you to report to me immediately!"
"Yes sir!" O'Neill saluted.
He walked off the ramp to be met with an airman who handed him a pair of sunglasses.
"Dial 342, Chief" Hammond ordered Walter. Walter began dialing the gate, the seventh chevron locked, and the warmhole kawooshed. Waving goodbye to his CO, O'Neill jumped on the ramp and skipped his way through the gate.
Shaking his head, Hammond entered his office and closing the door behind him, he sat down in his chair.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he finally let himself relax – he laughed softly, shaking his head.
Yeah. Jack O'Neill is a handful. But he's a good man, and he's good to have around.