Chapter 2: Blame Game
General Hammond's Office, SGC
Lieutenant Nathan rubbed his temples as he sat behind the desk of General George Hammond, the commander of the SGC facility. The General was sat behind the desk looking over at him; there was a slight look of sympathy on his face. Nathan shook his head and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry, sir." He said apologetically.
"It's understandable, son." Hammond said, shaking his head. "Look, why don't you go and get a few hours sleep and we can continue this another time."
Nathan nodded. "Yes sir, thank you sir."
"It's alright, son. I know what you're going through." Hammond said as Nathan stood up and headed for the door. As he left and closed the door behind him the door to the conference room opened and a man wearing full USAF dress uniform walked in. He stopped beside Hammond and looked over at where Nathan had just left.
"Do you still think he's up for the job?" The man asked. Hammond looked up at him and nodded.
"Yes, I do." He replied. "However it is my recommendation that we give him some time. What he just went through is no easy thing for any soldier to go through."
"But you still think he is the one?" The man said, sounding unconvinced. Hammond stood up and opened the door to the conference room, holding it open and motioning for the man to leave.
"I do." Hammond said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment."
The man nodded, turned and began to leave via the conference room door. He stopped just as Hammond began closing the door and put a hand on it, preventing its closure.
"We'll discuss this again." He said, there was a slightly demanding tone to his voice, as if he was ordering Hammond. It was a tone that he picked up on, and he simply nodded with an irritated look on his face. The man's lips curled slightly at the edges as he smiled and he let Hammond close the door.
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Lieutenant Nathan's Quarters, SGC
Nathan lay on his bed; he was fully clothed and hadn't even gotten underneath the covers. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling. He didn't even bother to close his eyes, he was even trying his hardest not to blink. Every time he closed his eyes, even if it was for a split second, he went back to the planet. The inside of his eyelids were replaying the events over and over again.
Only, they weren't. Not in their entirety, because he couldn't remember much of what happened. His brain felt like it had been melted, hell according to the doctors it almost had.
Was it his fault, could he have done something more to stop what had transpired on the planet.
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P4Y-227
Nathan had managed to evade the Jaffa for an hour; he was dodging them while running through a forest that was nearby the Stargate. SG-17 had known that they were coming, of course, but the Tok'ra had given them bad information and now Nathan found himself running for his life.
Right now he was ducked down in a small ditch, as he looked over the top he saw a group of ten strong Jaffa marching through the woods. He ducked back down and cursed his luck. He still hadn't been able to warn Major Harris that the Goa'uld were already here.
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Lieutenant Nathan's Quarters, SGC
"Fuck!" Nathan screamed, letting out the pain and frustration as he jumped up and put his fist through his mirror. "Why didn't I warn her?"
General Hammond's Office, SGC
Lieutenant Nathan rubbed his temples as he sat behind the desk of General George Hammond, the commander of the SGC facility. The General was sat behind the desk looking over at him; there was a slight look of sympathy on his face. Nathan shook his head and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry, sir." He said apologetically.
"It's understandable, son." Hammond said, shaking his head. "Look, why don't you go and get a few hours sleep and we can continue this another time."
Nathan nodded. "Yes sir, thank you sir."
"It's alright, son. I know what you're going through." Hammond said as Nathan stood up and headed for the door. As he left and closed the door behind him the door to the conference room opened and a man wearing full USAF dress uniform walked in. He stopped beside Hammond and looked over at where Nathan had just left.
"Do you still think he's up for the job?" The man asked. Hammond looked up at him and nodded.
"Yes, I do." He replied. "However it is my recommendation that we give him some time. What he just went through is no easy thing for any soldier to go through."
"But you still think he is the one?" The man said, sounding unconvinced. Hammond stood up and opened the door to the conference room, holding it open and motioning for the man to leave.
"I do." Hammond said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment."
The man nodded, turned and began to leave via the conference room door. He stopped just as Hammond began closing the door and put a hand on it, preventing its closure.
"We'll discuss this again." He said, there was a slightly demanding tone to his voice, as if he was ordering Hammond. It was a tone that he picked up on, and he simply nodded with an irritated look on his face. The man's lips curled slightly at the edges as he smiled and he let Hammond close the door.
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Lieutenant Nathan's Quarters, SGC
Nathan lay on his bed; he was fully clothed and hadn't even gotten underneath the covers. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling. He didn't even bother to close his eyes, he was even trying his hardest not to blink. Every time he closed his eyes, even if it was for a split second, he went back to the planet. The inside of his eyelids were replaying the events over and over again.
Only, they weren't. Not in their entirety, because he couldn't remember much of what happened. His brain felt like it had been melted, hell according to the doctors it almost had.
Was it his fault, could he have done something more to stop what had transpired on the planet.
* * * * * *
P4Y-227
Nathan had managed to evade the Jaffa for an hour; he was dodging them while running through a forest that was nearby the Stargate. SG-17 had known that they were coming, of course, but the Tok'ra had given them bad information and now Nathan found himself running for his life.
Right now he was ducked down in a small ditch, as he looked over the top he saw a group of ten strong Jaffa marching through the woods. He ducked back down and cursed his luck. He still hadn't been able to warn Major Harris that the Goa'uld were already here.
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Lieutenant Nathan's Quarters, SGC
"Fuck!" Nathan screamed, letting out the pain and frustration as he jumped up and put his fist through his mirror. "Why didn't I warn her?"