Teal'c lay n the floor in front of them, in a pool of blood. From the
looks f things he'd been shot in the back. Daniel rushed to the nearest
phone and dialled the infirmary. Sam ran over to the motionless figure of
her friend. She pulled off her top and tried to stem the bleeding. Jack
looked around the corridor helplessly. There was no one in sight. He
pushed the security alert button, whoever the sonofabitch who had shot
Teal'c was, he was not going to get away.
Jack turned and ran down the corridor, searching desperately for the assassin. All he saw was Janet and her medic team running down the corridor. He flattened himself against the wall as they passed. A few minutes later, he was helping them carry the weight of Teal'c back to the infirmary.
A while later.
Jack sat. Watching over Teal'c. In a heavily guarded infirmary. He rubbed his hands over his chin nervously.
Sam sat. In her lab. Trying to concentrate. Every now and then she went to the infirmary, to check on her friend, with an armed guard beside her.
Daniel paced. He walked to and fro in the infirmary. Glancing over at the still form of his friend. His friend who had saved his life s many times. And as he paced, he occasionally bumped into the "babysitter". The armed marine who was watching over him.
Janet scribbled down notes. Constantly checking on Teal'c's stats. She hoped "junior" could help him. She looked up every now and again to check that the armed guards weren't getting in the way of her nurses.
General Hammond sat. He had put his best team under a strict watch. Not that he suspected them, no. None of them would hurt Teal'c. Hammond was scared. Scared someone was trying t kill his best men/woman/Jaffa. He only hoped the Tok'ra would get the message soon. They needed their help. To be more precise, they needed their healing devices.
Captain Thomas Shelby sat. In his quarters. He grinned as started work n the mission report. He'd done it. It had been so easy. Now, for the rest of SG1.
Sorry again, the "o" n my keyboard is extremely temperamental. Bear with me!
Jack turned and ran down the corridor, searching desperately for the assassin. All he saw was Janet and her medic team running down the corridor. He flattened himself against the wall as they passed. A few minutes later, he was helping them carry the weight of Teal'c back to the infirmary.
A while later.
Jack sat. Watching over Teal'c. In a heavily guarded infirmary. He rubbed his hands over his chin nervously.
Sam sat. In her lab. Trying to concentrate. Every now and then she went to the infirmary, to check on her friend, with an armed guard beside her.
Daniel paced. He walked to and fro in the infirmary. Glancing over at the still form of his friend. His friend who had saved his life s many times. And as he paced, he occasionally bumped into the "babysitter". The armed marine who was watching over him.
Janet scribbled down notes. Constantly checking on Teal'c's stats. She hoped "junior" could help him. She looked up every now and again to check that the armed guards weren't getting in the way of her nurses.
General Hammond sat. He had put his best team under a strict watch. Not that he suspected them, no. None of them would hurt Teal'c. Hammond was scared. Scared someone was trying t kill his best men/woman/Jaffa. He only hoped the Tok'ra would get the message soon. They needed their help. To be more precise, they needed their healing devices.
Captain Thomas Shelby sat. In his quarters. He grinned as started work n the mission report. He'd done it. It had been so easy. Now, for the rest of SG1.
Sorry again, the "o" n my keyboard is extremely temperamental. Bear with me!