Trace Elements
by Nym Washi
Disclaimer: I don't own em, wish I did but no, nada, zip, non, nothing, zero! In summary, not mine.
Authors Note: This takes place during Season Six but without Jonas. I don't like Jonas. I find him irritating and obnoxious. Daniel is so much nicer. Also note That I'm not real sure where this is going yet but bear with me....
Email me at nyssass@iprimus.com.au with any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. This has not been beta'd. Anyone willing to beta my stories would be appreciated!
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The smell of coffee wafted out of the briefing room as SG-1 sat down at the table.
What have you to report from PXR696? General Hammond asked his flaghip team.
No lifeforms, nothing useful and really it was boring. Colonel O'neill summarised quickly. Daniel Jackson glanced at him.
Uhh, actually while there were no lifeforms there were significant artifacts left from what I am assuming to be a bustling mining township. After reviewing Sam's data I'd say the reason for the dispersal of the inhabitants was fairly obvious. The General looked at Samantha Carter.
And what data is that exactly Major? The Major quickly swallowed her mouthful of coffee and opened her folder.
Well sir, the traces of Naquadah were exactly that, traces. It looks like any and all viable minerals were mined years, maybe even decades ago. We are yetr unsure of the breakdown rate of Naquadah trace elements or waste.
It is not unusual for Goa'uld to mine a planet of all useful substances and leave. The large Jaffa interjected. Many systems lords may also kill the populace rather than transport slaves when they may have many thousands more.
I see. The General nodded. Do you feel a follow archaeological or anthropological survey is in order Dr. Jackson?
Absolutely, I wouldn't say it's urgent as the site shows no signs of recent interference.
Alright, have your written reports to me by Friday. We'll debrief tomorrow on your next mission. Dimissed. The was a scraping of chairs as they all stood and exited.
Sam, wait up. Daniel called as he scurried to catch up with the Major, coffee in one hand translations in the other. Wanna grab some lunch at the commisary? He asked her.
Yeah, sure. I've got some things to finish up though. Meet me there in an hour? She asked taking a gulp from her own coffee mug. Daniel nodded and headed off to his own lab to cram in some more work before lunch.
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Sam opened the door to her lab and clutched at the wall. I don't feel so good. She thought as the world did a crazy dance in front of her eyes. She slid her hand over to the light switch. The light never came on as Major Carter fainted and hit the floor scattering files and implements everywhere.
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An hour and fifteen minutes later Daniel strode down the corridor to Sam's lab. He'd been fifteen minutes early at the commisary because he knew how wrapped up in his work he could get. He figured Sam had done the Sam and had lost track of the time.
Reaching her door he knocked before entering so as not to cop the tail end of an energy blast like last time.
He called when there was no response. He pushed the door open slowly and stared into the darkness. Pushing it open a bit further he flicked on the light switch and gasped.
The Major was sprawled on the floor face down. Daniel reached over and slammed down the intercom button. Medical emergency, Level 24, Lab 3.
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Nym - 7/03/03
Okay, I'll write more soon...uh, although I find chocolate more motivating, reviews do really help a great deal.