Title: Foothold Situation

Author: Lady FoxFire

Pairing(s): possibly Sam/Mikaela or Sam/Bee

Rating: PG-13

Warning: None

Category(s): Crossover - Stargate SG-1/Transformer the Live Action Movie 2007

Summary: SG-1/TF - A Foothold Situation is something that every member of SGC fear. So when news about a possible situation in a small town called Tranquility is heard there is nothing to do but investigate and pray.

Disclaimer: A bright white light flashed for an instant and in the location of the light stood a short grey alien with big eyes. "Greeting people of Earth I am Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet. I have been asked by the Lady FoxFire to inform you that she does not own the StarGate SG-1 universe or the Transformer universe nor make money from story. Thank you for your time."

Bad Author Notes: I have no idea where I'm going with this fic or how long the ride will be or when the next chapter will be out. This story started as a possible one-shot but demand and my Muse told me there would be more. So be patience with me and as ways fasten you seatbelt and keep your hands inside the car at all time cause it's going to be one hell of a ride.


The SUV's driver side door opened and Colonel Jack O'Neill climbed out of the car. Slipping his sunglasses on he turned to his team and Senior Airman Steve DeMarco. "Nice town," he said.

"Quiet. Peaceful," Dr Daniel Jackson chimed in as he looked around the neighborhood. "Perfect place to raise a family."

"Indeed," Teal'c said in agreement as he too look around the neighborhood.

Jack's brow furrowed in thought. "So why it always this types of towns that get invaded by aliens?"

"The smaller population would make it easier to take over, sir," Major Carter answered. "This town is excellent location. It's close to a number of major highways, which would allow them to spread out quickly once they're established. They could easily reach a major metropolis in less than two hours, sir."

"Ah but you see thats the problem, it's a small town i.e. everyone knows everyone so a stranger would noticed and watched. Now if I was to invade Earth I would start with either New York City or Los Angles. You could be able to blend in quickly and if someone did notice something they would either assume that it's part of a movie or just figure it's none of their business," Jack explained.

The member of SG-1 and DeMarco stared at the Colonel in surprise.

"What?" Jack said in confusion.

"We're kind of surprised, Jack," Daniel replied as he studied his old friend. "We just never pictured you as someone who would lead an alien invasion of Earth in such fashion. I pictured you more along the lines of raining down destruction until they surrendered type."

"And destroy the holy source of blue Jell-O?" Jack replied with revulsion. "Never!"

"I find the thought of the destruction of the Star Wars movie to be distasteful as well," Teal'c put in his usual stoic tone of voice and expression

"Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee," Daniel let out moan that sounded almost orgasmic.

"Daniel," Jack said cautiously. "Is there something you want to tell us?"

"No, Jack," Daniel said as he wiped the track of drool from his mouth. "Why would there be?"

Major Carter sighed in frustration as she started to walk towards the DeMarco's household. "Men," she said softly in the same tone of voice women have used since the dawn of time when their menfolk have done something idiotic.

"What about beer?" DeMarco put his two cents in.

Jack waved off the Senior Airman's suggestion. "Trust me when I say there are way better beers out there" Jack wave his hand up at the heavens, "than you would find here."

DeMarco looked up at the clouds in the sky, a faint smile at the thought of trying alien brews. "I'll keep that in mind, sir."

Jack shook his head at the young soldier. "Just try not to get drunk. Running for your life with a hangover is not fun," he said before turning and looking at the house before him. "Well since this is your cousin, I think you should do the honors; dont' you agree DeMarco."

"Huh?" DeMarco looked his commanding officer in confusion.

Jack nodded his head towards the front door. "Ring the bell."

"Oh," DeMarcos face reddened in embarrassment of being caught up in the usual banter of SG-1. He quickly slipped around Major Carter and rang the doorbell. "I hope someone's at home."

The group waited patiently for someone to open the door.

Finally the door opened a crack. "Yes?" a male voice, said from the other side of the door.

"Trent?" DeMarco said, his concern for his young cousin was evident in his voice.

"Steve?" the voice replied.

"Yeah man," DeMarco replied his brow furrowed with concern as he tried to spy his cousin through the crack. "It's me. And some friends."

The door opened wider. "Is it really you?" Half hidden by the door stood a young man in his late teens. His messy hair, a day old beard gave the appearance of someone whod just woken up or someone who hadn't been to sleep in a while.

"Yeah," DeMarcos frustration and confusion over his cousin attitude was evident in his voice. "Who else would it be?"

Trent opened the door wider and leaned out so he could look past them towards the driveway where the cars where parked.

Licking his lips nervously, Trent said, "Let get inside. You never know when one of them is around."

"One of who?" Daniel kept his voice calm and soothing as he followed the teen inside.

"Those things," Trent replied as he looked from window to window wildly as if expecting something or someone to sudden appear. "The ones that took Mikaela. The ones that changed her."

The members of SG-1 looked at each other with concern as DeMarco placed a hand his cousin's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You know a cup of joe would hit the spot right now," O'Neills voice snapped the DeMarco cousins out of their solemn mood. "DeMarco why don't you scrounge us up a cup while we have a talk with your cousin."

"Yes, sir," DeMarco looked at O'Neill in confusion as the Colonel lead his cousin towards the living room.

"So you're DeMarco's cousin, huh?" Jack said "Trent? Right?"

"Umm yeah," Trent said in confusion since this was the first time meeting the whirlwind known as Colonel O'Neill.

"I got a question for you, Trent," Jack said with a smile.

"What that?" Trent replied.

"Is your Nana really learning to skydive?"

~*~

It was nearly a half-hour later and two cups of coffee before Trent was in a calmer mood.

"So where are the parents?" DeMarco asked his cousin as he enjoyed his coffee.

Trent shrugged his shoulders. "Business trips," he replied. "Dad's down in Rio visiting his lovers and mom is either in London or Paris spending a fortune and slutting around as usual."

DeMarco snorted. "Never could figure why they didn't divorce."

"Well dad can't since mom owns the company from before the marriage and mom doesn't want anyone finding out how much money she has in her off shore account," Trent explained. "Aside from that they're pretty happy with their arrangement. They have their money, their lovers and the housekeeper raising their kid, me."

"Trent," DeMarco gave his cousin's shoulder a squeeze expressing his concern for his cousin, almost little brother.

Trent sighed. "You know if I was smart I would empty all the account s mom has in my name and run away to someplace like Bora Bora," he commented bitterly. "Probably wouldn't be a bad idea especially now."

"Why now?" O'Neill interrupted the cousins.

Trent licked his lips nervously as he looked over at the Colonel.

"Yeah. What has you so freaked out," DeMarco added in. "I haven't seen you this freaked out since the last time Nana tried to make you eat quiche. I mean you were so scared that it would make you gay. You were a riot!"

Trent rolled his eyes. "Well if I remember right you were the one who told me it would!"

DeMarco tapped his chin with this finger thoughtfully. "No. Pretty sure it wasn't me. Must have been someone else."

Trent snorted. "You mean like you evil twin?"

"Could be," DeMarco smiled smugly.

"Jerk," Trent said softly as he finished off the coffee he has in his cup.

"So what had you so freaked out?" DeMarco asked. "I mean you were fine when I saw you at Nanas."

Trent exhaled slowly. "I found proof."

"What kind of proof," Carter asked as he walked over from were she had been examining Trent's sports trophies.

Trent looked at Carter then at his cousin who nodded his head.

"I'll go get it," Trent said as he set down his coffee cup and headed towards the upstairs. He returned a few minutes later, carrying something in his hands, which he looked upon with both hope and dread.

He handed the object over to the Colonel.

"It's a cell phone," O'Neill stated in frustration and disbelief.

Trent nodded his head. "One of the guys on the football team, his dad's a cop and he told me how Witwicky was arrested for trespassing and suspicion of using drugs. He claimed that his car was stolen and that he had followed the thief to the old cement factory at the edge of town. When they arrested him he was babbling about how his car drove itself to the factory and stood up," Trent explained.

"Stood up?" Jack said in disbelief.

"Yeah I know," Trent said as he stared down at the cell phone in the Colonel's hands. "Anyway it was like a day after that Mikaela and Witwicky vanished. After visiting Nana, I started thinking and I ended up visiting the cement factory, where I found that."

"Okay," O'Neill said slowly, implying for the kid to get the point of his story.

"There's a message on the cell from Witwicky," Trent said. "He recorded It."

Jack handed the cell phone over to Carter.

"It's kind of hard to see but you just have to see it," Trent explained as he ran a hand through his hair nervously. "I think they did something to Mikaela and Witwicky. I think they might be controlling Mikaela but Witwicky I'm not sure he's ever human anymore."

The small speakers in the cell phone was soon playing, "M-my name's Sam Witwicky. My car - I thought it was stolen, but it's alive."

Carter's brow was furrow as she watched the small screen. "There is something there," she said as worked her magic and somehow transferred the file to her laptop.

Everyone crowded around the computer as they once again started the recording. "M-my name's Sam Witwicky."

O'Neill's eyes narrowed as he watched the recording and hear the panic in the kid's voice. "Can you clean that up any, Carter?" he asked.

Carter shook her head. "Not here, sir. I'll have to send the file to the base."

O'Neill nodded his head in approval before turning towards Trent. "OK kid I want you to tell me everything from the beginning."

Trent sat down on the couch heavily, his eyes shining for the first time with hope. "I'm not really sure where to begin," Trent said as he poured himself another cup of coffee.

"At the beginning is usually the best place to begin," Teal'c said.

Trent snorted. "Yeah but I'm not really sure where the beginning is," he said. "Was it at the lake when I was a jerk to Mikaela when I wouldn't let her drive my truck or when she disappeared only to show back up with bruises and dating Witwicky?

"Lets start when she showed back up," Jack suggested.

"Right," Trent said as he lean back into the couch as he gathered his thoughts. "Mikaela had been gone a week. No note, no anything, just vanished. It was about the same time Witwicky and his folks disappeared too. Heard some people claim that the government had invaded their home and they had spirited them away if you believe it. Anyway it was about a week after that disappearing act that Mikaela reappeared hanging off of Witwicky's arm."

Trent once again studied the coffee cup in his hands. "I was pretty upset when I saw Mikaela with that loser and then I got really upset when I say the bruises. I mean you never and I mean never hit a woman. And then when I looked at Mikaela against I saw the fear in her eyes I knew then that Witwicky had done something to her to make her act like she was dating him."

"You thought he was abusing her?" Major Carter asked softly from where she was working on her laptop.

Trent nodded his head. "Mikaela she's a she's fierce. Nothing scares her. And if she's pissed at you you better start praying."

"So what happened?" Daniel asked as he tried to coax the story out of the teen.

"I said something to Witwicky. Not sure anymore exactly what I said or what he said in return but we were pretty pissed at each other," Trent said. "And then his eyes began to glow. It wasn't long after that, that I told Steve."

"The glow was it like a cat's eye when you shine a light at them at night?" Daniel asked.

Trent shook his head. "No. It was more like a pumpkin during Halloween but without the flickering from the candle. It was like the glow came from inside of him."

"What color was the glow?" Carter asked as she typed something in to her laptop.

Trent blinked a couple times as the question register in his brain. "Blue. Electric blue," he said. "Why? Does it matter?"

"Any little detail could matter," Daniel said calmly.

"Before before they disappeared there had been stories about ghost cars and eyes glowing in the dark," Trent said as he took Daniel's words to heart.

"Ghost cars?" O'Neill said.

Trent nodded his head. "No one driving them," he explained. "One of my team mates said he saw a police car with no one driving but everyone figured that Tank was drunk off his ass again and imaged it. But I'm starting to believe him now." He nodded to the cell phone to explain his reasoning.

"So what's going to happen now?" Trent asked.

"Well I'm in the mood to take a little stroll," O'Neill said as he stood up. "Maybe wander around a few neighborhoods, do a little house hunting."

The Colonel started toward the door. "So Trent," O'Neill called over his shoulder. "Where did you say this kid lived?"