Sorry it took so long but I have loads of coursework and I'm ill *snuffles and sneezes*. Thank you so much for reviewing. Currently working on ways this could work out and one involves a sequel to this, early stages yet but if you could possibly let me know if this is a good or a bad idea I'd be grateful.
On with the show.
Chapter 14
Sam entered the room leaning heavily on Eve for support, still feeling tired and woozy but with one purpose. The cold metal of the gun Jack had given her pressed into her hand so hard the grip was making indentations on her palm.
The gold door they had reached was different from the rest. On either side was painted an image of Sekhmet, they were facing each other with arms held apart as if holding invisible boxes. In the centre of the door was a cartouche in Goa'uld writing, some of the lettering was familiar and she smiled at the memory she had unwittingly brought up. A bored Jack had been sitting with his team in Daniel's office when he suggested the archaeologist write their names in Goa'uld. It was the request of a small child but, for all his strategic military thinking Jack was like that sometimes.
She instructed Eve on the opening of the door and, eventually, it hissed open. It took a matter of seconds but it seemed like time stood still. Sam froze. Jack and Sekhmet stood in a grisly tableau, she knew she needed to move but it was as if she had forgotten how. And suddenly the gun was out of her hands and loud shots brought her to a stunned reality. The former Goddess toppled and fell, suffocating Jack's form.
Sam caught herself on the doorframe as Eve released her, the gun skittering across the floor. She cowered on her knees, fat tears exploding on the marble. Eve watched as a groaning Jack rolled the weighty body off himself, wincing as the head cracked on the floor.
"I killed her." Whispered Eve in a terror struck voice.
"She was long dead." Answered Jack through clenched teeth and half shut eyes. He pulled himself across the floor on all fours to the energy field his friends were trapped behind.
"Damn technological advances." He pressed a number of flashing lights unsuccessfully before slamming his elbow into the cursed object effectively destroying it.
"Well that was easy." He said before passing out.
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Alex stood at the tent flap staring out into the desert with a knot twisting in his stomach. Islyndor had blacked out after a long, tense silence from the men during which she chanted with beads of sweat gathering across her forehead. The candles had extinguished in unison and she had fallen back onto Jonathan's lap. They had been waiting ever since, mostly in silence. Occasionally Alex would pace the tent's length, sand scudding softly beneath his feet.
"It is over." Came a breathy voice in accented English and, at that second, all sounds stopped, silence reigned in the places where the screams of the dying did not reach. Jonathan pressed a hand into the small of Islyndor's back as he helped her to sit up. She asked him something in Arabic and blushed when she realised he couldn't understand.
"But you just...you...English...?" Flustered Jonathan, Islyndor offered a shrug before standing and heading outside.
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"Sergeant!"
"Yes General?" Siler asked turning from his station.
"I've been ordered to freeze SG1's code." He said heavily, with a sigh. "It's possible the Goa'uld or another hostile race could have access to it." He remembered the pictures of the burnt out village and Lieutenant Colonel Kennedy's desolate form sitting on the ramp. The next words popped up and surprised him completely.
"Give it 24 hours."
Well, there you go. I rushed it a little but I don't think it turned out that badly. Thanks for reading. As always, reviews are appreciated : )
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