Chapter Seven: Backwards
A/N: Thank you again for all your support and feedback! Though to some of you, cut me some slack! Don't you guys know me by now? Characterization is hugely important to me and this is fanfiction…if something seems very out of character, have faith! There is a reason for it.
Also, I am SO SO SORRY. I have no excuse. Please forgive me. This is a super short chapter, but I wanted to give you guys something to tide you over.
Enjoy!
Walter gritted his teeth against the shooting pains in his shoulder as he tried to reach for the iris override, but the hand restraining him was too forceful. When had Dr. Frasier become so strong? Eyes flicking around the control room Walter realized he was unable to move any other part of his body. Judging by the fearful and frozen expressions on the others faces, they were all experiencing the same thing.
Except for General O'Neill and the SFs holding him, they were all struggling ferociously. Walter glanced back at the computer, a sudden blip jogging across the energy output line indicated someone had just stepped through on the other side.
An incoming traveler…
Colonel Carter.
"Teal'c!" He heard O'Neill's shout, then felt himself being shoved aside as the Jaffa barreled towards the computer. He grabbed Walter's hand and slammed it down on to the override, pausing only to see that the iris was indeed opening, before whirling and seizing Janet Frasier by the shoulders.
The general had stopped struggling and had turned wide eyes on the gate. At the same time that Frasier's hands were removed from him, Walter felt like a rubber band had snapped, the tension on his muscles releasing as he found he could move again and he too turned towards the open wormhole.
Where Samantha Carter stood outlined by the shimmering pool, her wide blue eyes staring up into the control room at what must have been a truly confusing sight. If it wasn't so serious, Walter might have laughed.
"Carter!" Jack shouted and Sam's eyes snapped to his, fear and confusion etching deep lines into her expression. Jack wrenched his arms away from the airmen and made to run for the stairs when he was stopped yet again. This time by a blood curdling anguished scream. He turned around to see Frasier fighting against Teal'c, clawing towards the plate glass window, a look of utter hatred twisting her features.
"Teal'c, what the hell are you doing?" Daniel came skidding into the room, eyes furious behind his glasses. "Let her go!"
"She is not who she appears to be, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c's voice was strained as he struggled to subdue the doctor.
"Teal'c!" Daniel shouted.
"Daniel!" Jack threw his hands in the air—it was all too much. "Carter!" Jack spun back towards the window, seeking his colonel's eyes…and froze. She was gone. "Goddammit!" He turned back to the chaos surrounding him. "Everyone shut up!"
The room fell silent, except for the snarling doctor. "I want this base on lockdown—now! No one in or out. Teal'c, take Frasier to Isolation Two and get Mackenzie down there. Daniel, I am ordering you not to interfere." He turned back to the gateroom, spine stiffened with panic. "We need to find Colonel Carter." He turned a hard glare to the people in the room, all of whom stood frozen in place. "Go, people! Now!"
A/N: Again, so so sorry.
