TITLE: The Other Side of the Real Me 1/?
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@aol.com)
RATING: R
FEEDBACK: All my previous Stargate has been humor. This is my first attempt at drama.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong Double Secret Productions and Gekko Film Group. Alternate reality Jackson, Carter, O'Neill and Teal'c are my creation.
SPOILERS: Up to Season 3 (Hundred Days)
While writing a completely different story, this plot line invaded my brain and would not go away till I wrote it.
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"Incoming wormhole," a voiced boomed over the PA system.
General Hammond entered the control room. "SG-1?"
"Yes sir. Right on schedule."
"Now that's odd." Hammond joked.
Four figures emerged from the shimmering event horizon.
"Ah, home sweet home." Colonel Jack O'Neill said.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this but that was the most boring mission I've ever been on." Doctor Daniel Jackson removed his sunglasses as he made his way down the ramp.
"Here, here Daniel." Major Samantha Carter began shrugging off numerous layers of backpacks.
"I also agree, Danieljackson." Teal'c caught on of Sam's bags before it hit the ground.
"May I ask what was so boring about it?" Hammond approached his team.
"Sir, there was nothing there." Jack said.
"By nothing you mean..."
"Nothing sir. Nada."
"He's right, sir." Carter said. "No vegetation, no life forms of any kind, no water masses..."
"Not even so much as a rock. There was the Stargate, the DHD, us and lots of dirt." To emphasis this point, Daniel removed his hat and shook his head. Dust flew in every direction. "Did I mention it was windy?"
"General, with all due respect, I really don't think there's any reason for a de-briefing."
"What would you suggest, Colonel?"
"Showers. Very long showers. I've got dirt in places dirt has no business being in."
Hammond smiled. "All right. We'll forego the de-briefing."
Thank you's were murmured. Suddenly, the alarms throughout the gateroom. The chevrons began to glow.
"Off world activation!" the speaker boomed.
Dozens of men ran into the room, their guns leveling at the gate as the iris closed.
"Do we have a remote code?" Hammond yelled over the sirens.
"Sir, it's SG-1's remote code!"
"Um... hello?" O'Neill said.
"Perhaps it is Master Bra'tac." Teal'c offered.
"Or one of the Tok'ra." Carter said.
"And they would never forgive us if we smushed one of them."
Hammond nodded reluctantly. "Open the iris."
A room full of eyes watched the gate. A shape began to emerge. A body fell onto the ramp.
"Hold your positions!" Hammond ordered.
Two more bodies fell out of the event horizon. Finally, someone stumbled out and fell to their knees. The wormhole closed behind them.
"Sir, they're wearing SG uniforms." Carter said.
The kneeling figure removed their hat. Short, light brown hair fell onto her shoulders. "General?" she whispered, then fell over.
O'Neill and Carter exchanged looks and made their way to the bodies. "That woman did say 'general', right?"
"Yes sir." Carter turned her over and checked her pulse. "Breathing shallow. Pulse is faint, sir. And I don't recognize her." She turned her arm over. "Sir, she's wearing an SG-1 patch."
"So's this one."
Daniel turned over another body. "Oh my God." Everyone turned to Daniel. "This one's Jaffa." He turned the body over. It was a bald woman with the same brand as Teal'c. "She's dead."
Jack checked the pulse of the body in front of him. It was a woman with short, graying hair. No pulse. "This one's dead too." He ran his eyes over the body until something interesting caught his eye. "Carter, look at this." He pointed to the patch on the jacket.
" 'O'Neill'?" Sam checked the body in front of her. "This on says 'Jackson'."
Daniel glanced up. "Jackson?" He turned to the body next to him. "This one says 'Carter'." he reached down. "And um... his pulse is weak."
Jack stood up quickly as the medical team entered the gateroom. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"
"I hate to say this, sir, but it looks like the quantum mirror again."
"The alternate reality thing? What makes you so sure, Carter?"
A frown passed suddenly across her face.
"Sam?"
Sam shrugged it off. "Nevermind. Anyway, I found her dogtags. This", she pointed to the woman in front of her, "is Doctor Danielle Jackson."
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AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@aol.com)
RATING: R
FEEDBACK: All my previous Stargate has been humor. This is my first attempt at drama.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong Double Secret Productions and Gekko Film Group. Alternate reality Jackson, Carter, O'Neill and Teal'c are my creation.
SPOILERS: Up to Season 3 (Hundred Days)
While writing a completely different story, this plot line invaded my brain and would not go away till I wrote it.
___________________________________________________________________
"Incoming wormhole," a voiced boomed over the PA system.
General Hammond entered the control room. "SG-1?"
"Yes sir. Right on schedule."
"Now that's odd." Hammond joked.
Four figures emerged from the shimmering event horizon.
"Ah, home sweet home." Colonel Jack O'Neill said.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this but that was the most boring mission I've ever been on." Doctor Daniel Jackson removed his sunglasses as he made his way down the ramp.
"Here, here Daniel." Major Samantha Carter began shrugging off numerous layers of backpacks.
"I also agree, Danieljackson." Teal'c caught on of Sam's bags before it hit the ground.
"May I ask what was so boring about it?" Hammond approached his team.
"Sir, there was nothing there." Jack said.
"By nothing you mean..."
"Nothing sir. Nada."
"He's right, sir." Carter said. "No vegetation, no life forms of any kind, no water masses..."
"Not even so much as a rock. There was the Stargate, the DHD, us and lots of dirt." To emphasis this point, Daniel removed his hat and shook his head. Dust flew in every direction. "Did I mention it was windy?"
"General, with all due respect, I really don't think there's any reason for a de-briefing."
"What would you suggest, Colonel?"
"Showers. Very long showers. I've got dirt in places dirt has no business being in."
Hammond smiled. "All right. We'll forego the de-briefing."
Thank you's were murmured. Suddenly, the alarms throughout the gateroom. The chevrons began to glow.
"Off world activation!" the speaker boomed.
Dozens of men ran into the room, their guns leveling at the gate as the iris closed.
"Do we have a remote code?" Hammond yelled over the sirens.
"Sir, it's SG-1's remote code!"
"Um... hello?" O'Neill said.
"Perhaps it is Master Bra'tac." Teal'c offered.
"Or one of the Tok'ra." Carter said.
"And they would never forgive us if we smushed one of them."
Hammond nodded reluctantly. "Open the iris."
A room full of eyes watched the gate. A shape began to emerge. A body fell onto the ramp.
"Hold your positions!" Hammond ordered.
Two more bodies fell out of the event horizon. Finally, someone stumbled out and fell to their knees. The wormhole closed behind them.
"Sir, they're wearing SG uniforms." Carter said.
The kneeling figure removed their hat. Short, light brown hair fell onto her shoulders. "General?" she whispered, then fell over.
O'Neill and Carter exchanged looks and made their way to the bodies. "That woman did say 'general', right?"
"Yes sir." Carter turned her over and checked her pulse. "Breathing shallow. Pulse is faint, sir. And I don't recognize her." She turned her arm over. "Sir, she's wearing an SG-1 patch."
"So's this one."
Daniel turned over another body. "Oh my God." Everyone turned to Daniel. "This one's Jaffa." He turned the body over. It was a bald woman with the same brand as Teal'c. "She's dead."
Jack checked the pulse of the body in front of him. It was a woman with short, graying hair. No pulse. "This one's dead too." He ran his eyes over the body until something interesting caught his eye. "Carter, look at this." He pointed to the patch on the jacket.
" 'O'Neill'?" Sam checked the body in front of her. "This on says 'Jackson'."
Daniel glanced up. "Jackson?" He turned to the body next to him. "This one says 'Carter'." he reached down. "And um... his pulse is weak."
Jack stood up quickly as the medical team entered the gateroom. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"
"I hate to say this, sir, but it looks like the quantum mirror again."
"The alternate reality thing? What makes you so sure, Carter?"
A frown passed suddenly across her face.
"Sam?"
Sam shrugged it off. "Nevermind. Anyway, I found her dogtags. This", she pointed to the woman in front of her, "is Doctor Danielle Jackson."
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