A/N: Sorry for the delay, everyone. Something came up that I had to take time to think about and respond to.
To Skycross (and whoever else might be wondering): I'm sorry that my writing offended you. I had no intention of making UNIT seem the fool, as I hold them in the highest regard. Please know that finding episodes of the original Doctor Who is very difficult where I am, so I can't write about UNIT with complete and total accuracy. I write UNIT the way I see them, and the way I see them is NOT bumbling fools.
And also, Skycross, before you write a review in response to something that angers you, please take a moment to calm yourself and think about what you want to say. The review you wrote me came across as garbled and hateful. I have worked on this story for over a year. It's my first time writing SG-1, and the first time for many other things as well. I put a lot of work into this. Please, when you write a review, provide thoughtful advice, but don't tear people down! I got the impression that you were pointing out all my faults, and that you had no thoughts on how to improve.
I have already completed the story, and I will post it as it has already been written. When all the chapters are posted, I will let the story sit for a good while and come back someday to improve it as I can.
Please answer to this, Skycross. And please know that I am not trying to pick a fight. I only want to understand how to write my stories better. It's hard to do that when someone is tearing you down without handing you so much as a brick to build yourself back up with.
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"Colonel O'Neill, this is General Price, come in, please."
Jack didn't hear the voice calling his name, as he was too busy trying to grab Daniel. The Colonel was on his knees, holding himself up with one hand while reaching out to Daniel with the other.
As Fate's cruel sense of humor would have it, Jack's teammate was just out of his grasp. Jack swore angrily and tried to extend his reach.
That was when he discovered that his hand and his knees were now stuck to the floor in addition to his feet. Jack sighed.
"Colonel O'Neill, this is General Price, please respond."
This time Jack heard the General's call. He reached up to his radio to answer, but apparently Fate's vicious whim wasn't quite spent, for the ground gave an even rougher shake than normal and forced Jack to steady his balance by placing his only free hand against the chamber's stone floor. The shaking subsided to a less violent tremble.
Jack's head drooped.
Great. Just great.
He was trapped in an underground chamber doing a jig, his friend was dying right next to him just out of his reach, and his hands, knees, and feet were stuck to the floor.
Like magnets.
Jack's teeth clenched angrily.
I hate magnets!
"Colonel O'Neill, do you read? Colonel O'Neill?"
Jack didn't know what was in the Pandorica, and frankly, he didn't care. Whoever had set this place up had just murdered one of his team members, and Jack wasn't about to let that go. Now if only the floor would let him go…
Jack tried to tug his hands free, but to no avail. Still he continued to try.
Suddenly the ground beneath him gave a tremendous lurch, and if Jack wasn't being held to the floor by invisible Duct Tape he would have become The First Anti-Gravity Air Force Colonel in the World.
However, Jack was nowhere near being immune to gravity, for now G-forces had successfully pinned him flat against the floor.
The room was going up, and fast. How, the Colonel had no idea; but Jack was starting to get a nasty suspicion that he and Daniel were trapped inside a spaceship that was about to take its leave of Earth.