Samantha Carter had been awake for roughly half an hour when three
very informed men had come to her bedside. They had been off investigating
their latest dilemma.
Jonas' right arm hung in a sling, but occasionally, his hand clenched and unclenched gently as he tried to assess its progress of repair. He was probably eager to have use of the limb again... considering he was right- handed.
She looked them in the eye each in turn, and shrugged groggily, waiting for their apparent news.
Teal'c was the first to speak, "I have taken a team on a thorough search of the entire base, and have uncovered many areas of apparent interference. Many rooms have been searched in the past few hours, and there have been items discovered missing base-wide, such as TERs, one zat, and a personnel file."
"Why has a TER gone missing?" Colonel O'Neill mused, looking down inquisitively at Carter.
She sighed, and said, "Well, if the culprit is, as we expect, in possession of invisibility technology, then they probably want to know how we'll be able to detect them. With a TER, they'll be able to figure out how to hide from it."
"Peachy," O'Neill mumbled.
They stood in silence for a moment, before Jonas took it as his cue to explain his own reconnaissance, "Well, I spoke with Siler, and he's taken a look over the Gate. What he came up with is that someone had altered the conduit regularity of the power flow, and the result was an overload in the Stargate itself, which caused us to be thrown out this side at such a high velocity. Someone basically just switched over a few cables, hoping we'd get scrambled on reintegration... or something like that." He shrugged.
It was then that O'Neill took his turn to relay his information, and he looked extremely proud of his achievement, "I popped up to security, asked a few questions, and had a look at a few tapes over a cup of coffee. Their coffee seems to be better up there... I don't know why."
"Colonel," Jonas mumbled, scratching the back of his head lightly, looking down at his boots, and then up at O'Neill, who mouthed an 'Oh'.
"Anyway, I took a looksie at the tape from the Gate-room at around the time the spiders decided to show up, and we found something rather interesting that you and Carter might wanna take a look at," he relayed, pointing at Jonas and Sam.
The two looked to one another, and then back to O'Neill, who nodded.
"Trust me, you're gonna wanna see this."
* * *
"That can't be possible," Jonas muttered, he and Sam looking down at a screen showing the Gate-room, mere moments before the UAV had been launched.
Looming high up the wall in the corner of the room, barely visible, was a large black creature, about the size of two balled fists.
A spider... the one that had bitten Jonas.
Sam looked at Jonas, and said; "It would explain why no one else suffered a bite, when just you did."
"Yeah, but how did it get there if it's not a hologram?" Jonas asked, tempted to cross his arms, remembering his injury that forced him to refrain from doing so.
"Someone planted it," O'Neill offered.
They looked back at him as he paused the surveillance footage. He sat at the briefing room table, Hammond to his right at the head of the long oaken desk.
"You mean to tell me we have an intruder on this base at this very moment?" Hammond inquired, obviously worried for security reasons.
"Yes, sir, that's exactly what we're saying," O'Neill told him bluntly.
"That still doesn't explain the bodies of the other spiders that appeared. They were removed from the base, right?" Jonas said in confusion, pocketing his left hand.
"Yeah, they were taken to a nearby biological research facility to be analysed," Sam told him.
She had been released from the infirmary after a further half an hour of checks and tests to ensure she wouldn't collapse immediately after setting foot out of the door. Dr. Fraiser had been insistent in saying that she was to take it easy due to her concussion.
Now she seemed perfectly fine, although she seemed to yearn for sleep often.
"Sir," Jonas began, addressing General Hammond, "I'm gonna have to suggest that we try not to sleep until we have this all figured out. Whoever's behind this seems to be using our dreams to figure out what frightens us."
"How so?" Hammond asked of him, one elbow rested on the wooden desk as he looked up with brow furrowed at Jonas.
"I hate spiders, and I was trapped in a room filled with them; Major Carter is worried about the return of a supposedly dead Goa'uld, namely Hathor, and then she shows up in the mess hall; and Colonel O'Neill is concerned for the safety of his team."
O'Neill nodded discreetly.
"I will not require sleep for several hours," Teal'c informed them, and continued, "but cannot Dr. Fraiser provide you with something that will keep you awake for the duration of our investigation?"
Jonas looked to Sam, and shrugged a single shoulder. "Worth a try."
* * *
Doctor Janet Fraiser didn't like this idea one bit, but given the circumstances, she didn't see what other choice she had. The thought of keeping SG-1 awake for what could possibly be hours on end, considering they hadn't slept for nearly twenty-four hours -well, Teal'c and Jonas anyway- had a risk of reducing their ability to work altogether.
Having provided O'Neill, Carter and Jonas with a dose of a suitable drug to keep them awake for another twelve hours, she sighed, watching as the four members of SG-1 conversed quietly.
She was fully aware of the situation, and also that the only people who had suffered from a similar experience were sitting right in front of her. Fraiser was also fully aware that there was the risk of an intruder... a potentially dangerous one at that on this very base at this very moment.
It was just a matter of where they were.
* * *
Sipping at a cup of coffee as he walked, his sighed. He didn't know how long he could keep this up. Staying awake unnaturally for this long without sleep wasn't normal for him, and he didn't like it too much.
He body kept protesting to just about any action, and he found his shoulder ached a little every now and again... not to mention the sling was seriously annoying him.
He arrived back at his office, and closed the door behind him, slinging the now-cold coffee into the wastebasket as he passed it.
Jonas walked over to his messy desk, and seated himself, leaning back carefully in the comfortable chair, and scooped up Dr. Jackson's notebook from the wooden surface, digging it out from beneath sheets of paper, pens and diagrams.
Sighing, rubbing his eyes, he opened the book, and flicked the pages casually, shooting upright after about twelve sheets of paper.
He laid the book on the desk, sweeping a heap of the mess aside, hearing some of it clatter to the floor. He looked at it half-heartedly, and then back to the paper before him.
He skimmed quickly through the words scrawled on the paper, having grown accustomed to Dr. Jackson's sometimes-messy handwriting, and then his eyes floated up as he thought.
He mumbled to himself as he read it through for a second time, slower now, taking in the words properly, "Anta, warrior goddess, daughter of..." he looked up again, saying, "Ra and Hathor."
He felt a draft then, and looking up suddenly, saw his door floating open ajar.
"I thought I closed that..."
Jonas' right arm hung in a sling, but occasionally, his hand clenched and unclenched gently as he tried to assess its progress of repair. He was probably eager to have use of the limb again... considering he was right- handed.
She looked them in the eye each in turn, and shrugged groggily, waiting for their apparent news.
Teal'c was the first to speak, "I have taken a team on a thorough search of the entire base, and have uncovered many areas of apparent interference. Many rooms have been searched in the past few hours, and there have been items discovered missing base-wide, such as TERs, one zat, and a personnel file."
"Why has a TER gone missing?" Colonel O'Neill mused, looking down inquisitively at Carter.
She sighed, and said, "Well, if the culprit is, as we expect, in possession of invisibility technology, then they probably want to know how we'll be able to detect them. With a TER, they'll be able to figure out how to hide from it."
"Peachy," O'Neill mumbled.
They stood in silence for a moment, before Jonas took it as his cue to explain his own reconnaissance, "Well, I spoke with Siler, and he's taken a look over the Gate. What he came up with is that someone had altered the conduit regularity of the power flow, and the result was an overload in the Stargate itself, which caused us to be thrown out this side at such a high velocity. Someone basically just switched over a few cables, hoping we'd get scrambled on reintegration... or something like that." He shrugged.
It was then that O'Neill took his turn to relay his information, and he looked extremely proud of his achievement, "I popped up to security, asked a few questions, and had a look at a few tapes over a cup of coffee. Their coffee seems to be better up there... I don't know why."
"Colonel," Jonas mumbled, scratching the back of his head lightly, looking down at his boots, and then up at O'Neill, who mouthed an 'Oh'.
"Anyway, I took a looksie at the tape from the Gate-room at around the time the spiders decided to show up, and we found something rather interesting that you and Carter might wanna take a look at," he relayed, pointing at Jonas and Sam.
The two looked to one another, and then back to O'Neill, who nodded.
"Trust me, you're gonna wanna see this."
* * *
"That can't be possible," Jonas muttered, he and Sam looking down at a screen showing the Gate-room, mere moments before the UAV had been launched.
Looming high up the wall in the corner of the room, barely visible, was a large black creature, about the size of two balled fists.
A spider... the one that had bitten Jonas.
Sam looked at Jonas, and said; "It would explain why no one else suffered a bite, when just you did."
"Yeah, but how did it get there if it's not a hologram?" Jonas asked, tempted to cross his arms, remembering his injury that forced him to refrain from doing so.
"Someone planted it," O'Neill offered.
They looked back at him as he paused the surveillance footage. He sat at the briefing room table, Hammond to his right at the head of the long oaken desk.
"You mean to tell me we have an intruder on this base at this very moment?" Hammond inquired, obviously worried for security reasons.
"Yes, sir, that's exactly what we're saying," O'Neill told him bluntly.
"That still doesn't explain the bodies of the other spiders that appeared. They were removed from the base, right?" Jonas said in confusion, pocketing his left hand.
"Yeah, they were taken to a nearby biological research facility to be analysed," Sam told him.
She had been released from the infirmary after a further half an hour of checks and tests to ensure she wouldn't collapse immediately after setting foot out of the door. Dr. Fraiser had been insistent in saying that she was to take it easy due to her concussion.
Now she seemed perfectly fine, although she seemed to yearn for sleep often.
"Sir," Jonas began, addressing General Hammond, "I'm gonna have to suggest that we try not to sleep until we have this all figured out. Whoever's behind this seems to be using our dreams to figure out what frightens us."
"How so?" Hammond asked of him, one elbow rested on the wooden desk as he looked up with brow furrowed at Jonas.
"I hate spiders, and I was trapped in a room filled with them; Major Carter is worried about the return of a supposedly dead Goa'uld, namely Hathor, and then she shows up in the mess hall; and Colonel O'Neill is concerned for the safety of his team."
O'Neill nodded discreetly.
"I will not require sleep for several hours," Teal'c informed them, and continued, "but cannot Dr. Fraiser provide you with something that will keep you awake for the duration of our investigation?"
Jonas looked to Sam, and shrugged a single shoulder. "Worth a try."
* * *
Doctor Janet Fraiser didn't like this idea one bit, but given the circumstances, she didn't see what other choice she had. The thought of keeping SG-1 awake for what could possibly be hours on end, considering they hadn't slept for nearly twenty-four hours -well, Teal'c and Jonas anyway- had a risk of reducing their ability to work altogether.
Having provided O'Neill, Carter and Jonas with a dose of a suitable drug to keep them awake for another twelve hours, she sighed, watching as the four members of SG-1 conversed quietly.
She was fully aware of the situation, and also that the only people who had suffered from a similar experience were sitting right in front of her. Fraiser was also fully aware that there was the risk of an intruder... a potentially dangerous one at that on this very base at this very moment.
It was just a matter of where they were.
* * *
Sipping at a cup of coffee as he walked, his sighed. He didn't know how long he could keep this up. Staying awake unnaturally for this long without sleep wasn't normal for him, and he didn't like it too much.
He body kept protesting to just about any action, and he found his shoulder ached a little every now and again... not to mention the sling was seriously annoying him.
He arrived back at his office, and closed the door behind him, slinging the now-cold coffee into the wastebasket as he passed it.
Jonas walked over to his messy desk, and seated himself, leaning back carefully in the comfortable chair, and scooped up Dr. Jackson's notebook from the wooden surface, digging it out from beneath sheets of paper, pens and diagrams.
Sighing, rubbing his eyes, he opened the book, and flicked the pages casually, shooting upright after about twelve sheets of paper.
He laid the book on the desk, sweeping a heap of the mess aside, hearing some of it clatter to the floor. He looked at it half-heartedly, and then back to the paper before him.
He skimmed quickly through the words scrawled on the paper, having grown accustomed to Dr. Jackson's sometimes-messy handwriting, and then his eyes floated up as he thought.
He mumbled to himself as he read it through for a second time, slower now, taking in the words properly, "Anta, warrior goddess, daughter of..." he looked up again, saying, "Ra and Hathor."
He felt a draft then, and looking up suddenly, saw his door floating open ajar.
"I thought I closed that..."