...When Samantha Carter sat bolt upright in bed. Her breathing was hard and she had sweat dripping down her forehead. She had no idea what had just woken her. Although she would lay her bets that it had something to do with the escapades with the computer, two weeks ago. It had taken her over a week to pluck up her courage to even touch a computer again, and she still wasn't using her laptop as much as usual.
Sam groaned as she slowly pushed herself off the bed and made her way towards the sink. She pushed some of her hair out of her eyes and then splashed water onto her already waxen features. Her eyes were bloodshot and had huge bags under them, from lack of sleep. She would be the first to admit she wasn't at her best.
Looking at her watch as she wandered back towards her bunk, Sam realised there was no point to even try to rest now. Sighing she put her boots back on and left her quarters to go to -slowly- start to get ready for the mission to P4X 735.
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'Chevron seven locked. Wormhole engaged.'
Jack wasn't listening as the technician's monotone voice blared over the loudspeakers into the gate room. Instead his attention was fixed on the blank expression on his 2IC's face. It hadn't passed his notice (or anyone else's either) that she had been quieter than normal.
'SG1, you have a go. Make contact in 24 hours.'
He mentally berated himself. Was it any surprise she was quieter than normal? He was just glad she hadn't gone catatonic again, like with Jolinar. That had really scared him; to see her, usually bright, eyes completely void of life. What had scared him this time was how easily he had just squeezed that trigger and ended her life. If that entity hadn't put her into the computer...
'O'Neill, is there something bothering you?' Teal'cs deep melodic words broke Jack's reverie and he noticed that Carter and Daniel had already stepped through the wormhole.
'No, nothing wrong' said Jack, as casually as he could, while he started to stride up the ramp. Teal'c looked at him sceptically, before following up towards the event horizon.
Jack stepped out of the cold of the wormhole and into... fog. Lots of fog. It was a deep, clammy mist, which was so thick that Jack could barely see in front of himself, let alone the rest of his team.
'Carter, I thought the MALPs were supposed to give us an accurate outline of what the weather was like on a planet.' While Jack knew there was nothing that could have helped it, he carried on grumbling, mostly out of habit, as they cautiously made their way off of the Stargate's dais.
'Jack, it might be better if we all hold onto each other' Jack heard Daniel's voice venture out from the gloom.
'What is this? A school field trip now?' Jack replied sarcastically, missing a short gasp from Sam
'No, but we don't want to wonder off and into... something' Jack growled under his breath, not at Daniel's idea, but the fact he should have suggested it. What sort of commander was he? One who'd shoot his own second in command a little voice in his head murmured.
Suddenly he heard a sharp intake of breath and a feminine grunt. Looking around wildly in the cloying mist for the source of the sound, he tried to stem his panic.
'Like that.' finished Daniel. Jack threw Daniel a dirty look. At least he threw it in the direction he assumed Daniel was in, through the fog. It was disorientating to say the least.
'Carter, you ok?' He asked worriedly.
'Yeah. On the upside I... Oh my god'. Jack was about to ask her what was wrong when he heard the familiar sound of chevrons starting to lock on the Stargate.
'Carter, what the hell is going on?' as he heard another sound. An audible click from close by. He instantly recognised it.
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What!?! You thought I would just massacre our favourite team in the first chapter! (although later ones are anyone's game). And yes I do know that was a cop out way of unmassacre-ing them.