Eye of the storm, part 11
Dylan's mind was foggy. He couldn't see properly, his eyes refusing to focuses, and the ringing in his ears cutting-off all other sounds. He tried to remember what had happened. His mind slowly began to work, bringing the memories back into place one-by-one: getting back to Andromeda, powering-up the Stargate, sending the wormhole back in time, saying good bye to SG1, the Nietzscheans, pushing Daniel through, the explosion.
He decided he must be in medical. He looked around, his vision still to blurry to make out shapes, "Trance?" he called weakly, trying to find his ship's medic. Something moved over him, and a bright light shown down into his eyes. Garbled voices clambered for his attention, but the ringing stopped him from hearing them properly.
Dr. Fraiser turned to one of her assistance, "You better call Colonel O'Neill and General Hammond: he's beginning to regain consciousness." The nurse nodded and walked over to a phone on the wall, "Colonel O'Neill and General Hammond to the infirmary please." It took less than a minuet for the two officers to walk through the door. General Hammond looked down at the bed, "So how is he?" Fraiser showed him Dylan's chart, "Well, he has a bad concussion and a few cuts and bruises, but apart from that he's in perfect health." She walked over to some x-rays on the wall, "There are signs of some old injuries, but they've heeled perfectly. There is this though." She commented, pointing to a dark spot at the side of Dylan's head, "It appears to be implanted just below his skin, but I can't tell what it is."
O'Neill looked at the x-ray, "I did hear someone use the term 'sub-dermal communicator', it's the device they used to understand us. It's some kind of radio." Hammond turned to the doctor, "Is it Goa'uld in design?" Fraiser shook her head, "If it is, it's more advanced than anything I've ever seen them use on a regular human." Hammond turned to O'Neill, "You say that that device they gave you lets you understand what he's saying?" The Colonel nodded, "Yes, they said it was a version of the implant he's got." Hammond nodded, "They you better talk to him first. But be careful: he's not going to be happy when you tell him what happened."
O'Neill walked over to the side of the bed, "Dylan, can you hear me? It's Jack, Jack O'Neill." Dylan blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus, "What, what happened?" O'Neill sighed, "There was an explosion. You where thrown through the gate. You're back on earth, at the SGC." Dylan's eyes flickered, "What year?" O'Neill winced, "2001."
Dylan tried to sit up, "Have to get back to the ship." Dr. Fraiser pushed him back down onto the bed, "You're not going anywhere for the next few days. You need rest." Dylan's eyes focused on her, "You have to send me back!" O'Neill shook his head, "We don't know if we can." Dylan tried to get up again, and when O'Neill pushed him down, he became angry. Dr. Fraiser grabbed a needle from a tray and gave Dylan a sedative to calm him down. He slowly fell into a fitful sleep.
SG1 sat around the table in the briefing room, along with Dr. Fraiser and General Hammond. O'Neill turned to Carter, "Can you re-create the system you used to bring us back?" His second in command shook her head, "Not with our currant level of technology, no: the Andromeda used a matter/anti-mater reactor to provide the gate with the energy used to send us back, and even if we did have the power, it took most of the processing power of a massive quantum computer to do the necessary calculations to send the wormhole back in time." Daniel shrugged, "Maybe the Tok'ra could help us? They have technology that's well in advance of our own." General Hammond shook his head, "We asked them, but they say that it's beyond even their means. They suggested asking the Asgard." O'Neill laughed, "Thor only beams me up when he wants something and he'd probably say that they can't interfere." Teal'c raised an eyebrow, "Would it be possible to contact the Systems Commonwealth, and ask them for help?"
TBC
Dylan's mind was foggy. He couldn't see properly, his eyes refusing to focuses, and the ringing in his ears cutting-off all other sounds. He tried to remember what had happened. His mind slowly began to work, bringing the memories back into place one-by-one: getting back to Andromeda, powering-up the Stargate, sending the wormhole back in time, saying good bye to SG1, the Nietzscheans, pushing Daniel through, the explosion.
He decided he must be in medical. He looked around, his vision still to blurry to make out shapes, "Trance?" he called weakly, trying to find his ship's medic. Something moved over him, and a bright light shown down into his eyes. Garbled voices clambered for his attention, but the ringing stopped him from hearing them properly.
Dr. Fraiser turned to one of her assistance, "You better call Colonel O'Neill and General Hammond: he's beginning to regain consciousness." The nurse nodded and walked over to a phone on the wall, "Colonel O'Neill and General Hammond to the infirmary please." It took less than a minuet for the two officers to walk through the door. General Hammond looked down at the bed, "So how is he?" Fraiser showed him Dylan's chart, "Well, he has a bad concussion and a few cuts and bruises, but apart from that he's in perfect health." She walked over to some x-rays on the wall, "There are signs of some old injuries, but they've heeled perfectly. There is this though." She commented, pointing to a dark spot at the side of Dylan's head, "It appears to be implanted just below his skin, but I can't tell what it is."
O'Neill looked at the x-ray, "I did hear someone use the term 'sub-dermal communicator', it's the device they used to understand us. It's some kind of radio." Hammond turned to the doctor, "Is it Goa'uld in design?" Fraiser shook her head, "If it is, it's more advanced than anything I've ever seen them use on a regular human." Hammond turned to O'Neill, "You say that that device they gave you lets you understand what he's saying?" The Colonel nodded, "Yes, they said it was a version of the implant he's got." Hammond nodded, "They you better talk to him first. But be careful: he's not going to be happy when you tell him what happened."
O'Neill walked over to the side of the bed, "Dylan, can you hear me? It's Jack, Jack O'Neill." Dylan blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus, "What, what happened?" O'Neill sighed, "There was an explosion. You where thrown through the gate. You're back on earth, at the SGC." Dylan's eyes flickered, "What year?" O'Neill winced, "2001."
Dylan tried to sit up, "Have to get back to the ship." Dr. Fraiser pushed him back down onto the bed, "You're not going anywhere for the next few days. You need rest." Dylan's eyes focused on her, "You have to send me back!" O'Neill shook his head, "We don't know if we can." Dylan tried to get up again, and when O'Neill pushed him down, he became angry. Dr. Fraiser grabbed a needle from a tray and gave Dylan a sedative to calm him down. He slowly fell into a fitful sleep.
SG1 sat around the table in the briefing room, along with Dr. Fraiser and General Hammond. O'Neill turned to Carter, "Can you re-create the system you used to bring us back?" His second in command shook her head, "Not with our currant level of technology, no: the Andromeda used a matter/anti-mater reactor to provide the gate with the energy used to send us back, and even if we did have the power, it took most of the processing power of a massive quantum computer to do the necessary calculations to send the wormhole back in time." Daniel shrugged, "Maybe the Tok'ra could help us? They have technology that's well in advance of our own." General Hammond shook his head, "We asked them, but they say that it's beyond even their means. They suggested asking the Asgard." O'Neill laughed, "Thor only beams me up when he wants something and he'd probably say that they can't interfere." Teal'c raised an eyebrow, "Would it be possible to contact the Systems Commonwealth, and ask them for help?"
TBC