Dissonance
Hardly worth the name 'scribble'
By Gumnut
27 Sep 2004
A dissonance in the wind.
An echo of a premonition.
He ducked.
The air above him whistled as an unknown projectile flew through where he had been. It thunked into the tree behind him and gave birth to a silence broken only by the sigh of the breeze.
His eyes darted, their whites shining in the poor light as they fixed themselves to their surroundings. An eyebrow twitched.
This was no trap.
They were not alone.
Carter was off to his left, as still as he. Daniel was behind him, the archaeologist no longer just the scientist, now carved in stone.
Their fourth was absent, just a memory, scouting the perimeter. O'Neill's ace in the hole.
He twitched a finger and his second moved, her boots whispering on fallen leaves. She took up position behind a tree; weapon in hand, body ready. Another quick motion and Daniel mimicked her movements, but off to the right.
In the distance an alien creature barked into the forest and a leaf rustled out of synch.
Two dark eyes narrowed.
Indrawn breath. A word.
And SG-1 moved.
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FIN.