Ancient Gou'ald Base – 1354 GMT
Green and Mighty walked into the office area that Derkis set up to be an infirmary for the time being. On a bed lay Link, with his leg on a harness and being held in the air by a pulley. "How's Link?" Green asked.
"He'll be fine. He's broken his leg and won't be able to help out. That is until we get back to Alpha Mag," Derkis responded.
"Why's that?" Mighty asked.
"You know Dr. Edward John?" Derkis asked.
"Oh yeah, the miracle doctor," Mighty responded.
Green smacked Mighty. "He's not a doctor doctor. He has a doctorate in archeology."
"Oh. Well what's so special about him then?" Mighty asked Derkis.
"When on a mission to P9X421, we found a Goa'uld healing device. Now it's said that only one that posses Naquada in their blood can use the device to heal someone," Derkis informed.
"Or we just find an ancient to heal him," Mighty informed.
"Mighty, do you know what the odds are of finding an ancient in a short amount of time to heal Link?" Green asked.
"No, do you?" Mighty responded.
"No. I hope you did-but that's not the point! The point is that unless that Stargate turns on and an ancient walks right on through, your plan is as good as dropping a brick on your foot!" Green responded.
"Or running into a light post," Derkis decided to join in.
"Not helping!" Green replied.
"Technically he is, because he added to your analogy about-" Mighty started to say.
"Shut up!" she yelled at him before running out of the room.
"What's her problem?" Derkis asked. Mighty turned around and just looked at him. "Oh… Oh! Oh, I see… well," Derkis loosened his neck collar, "now I can clearly see the situation here."
"All this time you knew Green and Link, and you're just now putting it together!" Mighty asked.
"Hey, I'm a doctor. I don't get out much," Derkis responded.
"No comment," Mighty said as he walked out of the room.
"What? Hey! What was that supposed to mean? Huh? Well?" Derkis called out.
Alpha Mag – 1408 GMT
Technical Sergeant Nick Foster knocked on the door to Tundra's office and opened it. Yurgeta was looking at some papers. "Sir," he said. Yurgeta looked up. "Sir, your meeting with the search and rescue squad was supposed to start eight minutes ago."
Yurgeta went back to looking at his papers. "Sir," Foster tried again.
"I'm sure that they will get back here all right," Yurgeta replied.
"Sir, with all due respect, first you were like 'oh my god, we've got to find them! We've got to find them!' and now you're like 'eh, they'll be fine.' Why?" Foster asked walking into the room and closing the door.
"Because I have been informed by the SGC that neither SG-1 or AM-1 are on Itukai," Yurgeta replied.
"What! You're actually listening to those bastards?"
Suddenly and alarm went off. "Unscheduled Off World Activation!" Watson's said through the intercom. Yurgeta got up as him and Foster ran out his door to the iris control room.
As they got into the control room, a radio clicked as someone started talking through it. "This is President Henry Hayes of the SGC. Permission for myself and Major Lucky Jones to enter," Hayes said over the radio.
"Open the iris," Yurgeta informed. Watson pressed his hand on the finger print scanner. The machine beeped as the iris lowered. "Iris has been withdrawn," Watson said over the radio. Hayes and Jones then emerged from the event horizon as Yurgeta walked out of the room into the gate room. The door to the gate room opened as the Stargate shut off. "President Hayes," Yurgeta said, "welcome to Alpha Mag."
"I'm sure you've met Major Jones here," Hayes said pointing to Jones.
"I have. What can I do for you both?" Yurgeta replied.
"We have some information regarding AM-1," Hayes replied.
Ancient Base – 1426 GMT
Green sat down in one of the hallways as she got a picture out of her pocket. She looked at it for a while as a tear rolled down one of her cheeks. It was her Senior Prom portrait. On it was herself and Link, looking like they were having a ball. She couldn't take it. Link was going to be out of commission forever. He'd probably have a permanent position at being the Iris Control Operator while she would be out risking her life on missions.
Thoughts went through her mind, thoughts like how she should have never decided to join the Air Force to find Link, how she should never had gone out with Vlad when she was assigned guard duty outside the SGC, how she never should have decided to join this stupid mission.
Mighty walked up to her and sat down next to her. "Leave me alone," she replied burying her head in her arms. Mighty put his arm around her but she shrugged it off. He tried again.
"Green, it's going to be alright," he replied.
"No it's not!" she yelled at him. "We're going to be stuck on this godforsaken planet, with no way to get home, and Link is in rough shape. He could die unless we get home."
"That's bullshit," Hayes replied. "All he has is a broken leg. It's not like it's the end of the world for him. It'll heal."
"But we'll never get home," Green replied through her tears.
"Sure we will. We just need to wait for someone to come and get us, that's all."
Just then the Stargate suddenly came to life. The two of them quickly got up and Green wiped away her tears. The two of them ran to the gate room. Tundra also ran in.
"What the hell did you guys do?" Tundra asked.
"We didn't do anything," Green replied.
Juice ran into the gate room. "What's going on?"
"I don't know," Mighty replied. Then the Stargate locked its last chevron as it came to life. "Defensive positions," Mighty shouted.
"Where?" Juice asked.
"Juice with me. Mighty and Green go over to the other side and take cover behind the wall," Tundra ordered as he ran to a hallway and got some cover.
A person stepped out from the event horizon and looked around. He saw the crashed Ha'tak vessel, but didn't see anyone. "Hello?" he asked. "Anyone here?"
Mighty peered around the corner. "Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Oronar MacGyver. Do you need help?" he asked again.
Mighty looked at Tundra. He nodded. The four of them walked out from their hiding spots as the Stargate shut down.
Alpha Mag – 1430 GMT
"So you see, they're in a different galaxy," Hayes informed Yurgeta.
"Luckily we were sent to the Pegasus Galaxy where Atlantis is," Jones informed. "And since we have a base set up there, we were able to dial home."
Yurgeta got up and looked outside the window. "At least they're safe," he said.
"Or so we hope," Hayes replied.
