13 Days, by Kenobi.
A/N . this sounded good when I first wrote it, I'm not sure now but please review anyway..( and I will love you from afar. and not in the gross perverty way either. Anyhow enjoy and don't forget to review. or I might cry- and I wont post any more rubbish. Anyhow, on with the verbal diarrhea.
2300 hours, Day 1 "General, we now have 8 goaulds on the loose! I'm not sure about you but I think it sucks!" Colonel Jack O'neill slammed both his fists on the table and looked as though he was ready to leave the briefing room.
"Colonel, you know as well as I do that we have as many men as is possible out there hunting for those goaulds, besides keeping the situation hushed, there is nothing we can further do without attracting attention to ourselves and therefore giving away our position. To do anything further may prove to be disastrous, Jack." First name, touché George.
"I concur with General Hammond on his assessment of our situation, Colonel O'neill." Teal'c entered the conversation, in his usual stoic manner.
+ + + + + Eight days ago, the goa'uld had begun their stealthy take over of Earth. Since then Star Gate Command had had many difficulties, this included the fact that every government department that knew about the existence of the SGC blamed them, so did the onus befall them to rid the planet of their most predominant foe.
Entire goa'uld mother ships had landed without a single eyewitness. There were three. One for Anubis, one for Osiris and one for his son, Horus. On the seventh day since there arrival there were eight, all personnel of the SGC who had gone on search and destroy missions had not returned.
The only obstacle which lay in the way of Earth's complete domination by the goa'uld was the Stargate.
+ + + + + 0100 hours, Day 2 "Are you sure that there's nothing left for us to do, General? Because I'd hate to think that we've lost this damn war before we've exhausted all our resources!" Jack exploded again. He couldn't take the pressure that had been involved in just sitting in the briefing room all day idly discussing the repercussions that had come with accidentally letting through the three goa'ulds which had now become eight, with those SG personnel who hadn't been killed have dirty snakes shoved in their heads.
"Colonel, Sir, we've tried everything that we can think of, there really is nothing else that we can do. Even the idea of going through the parallel universal portal window has been discarded." At a questioning glance from Jack, Carter continued. "Every other parallel we could channel were either already invaded by the goa'uld or did not have the necessary fire power to help us."
"Ah... Well, what about the Asgard?"
"Sir, you know better than I do that the Asgard are in no position to help us now, they have major problems of their own, with the replicators and their degenerating DNA."
"But they found that frozen dude. Didn't he help them?" Even in a situation as dire as this Sam was unable stifle a grin at the Colonel's comment.
"Their scientists are still dealing with that, Colonel."
"Well, this is how I see it." Everyone looked at Jonas. "We need to find a way to go back in time and give ourselves a message telling us that the goa'uld are coming and that we should prepare."
"Yes! Alien boy is right!" Dr McKay yelled from the end of the table. He had just returned from Russia and already he had begun to grate on the nerves of every SG team member.
"God, make him shut up," Sam muttered, then in an audible voice, "I already had that thought, the next solar flare is in twelve and a half years, there's no telling if there'll even be anyone left on this base to go on the mission and if there were we might not be able to stop them anyway, the last flare was three years ago. If any one were to do it they would have to live out three years of their lives until any of these events take place. Believe me, three years are a lot of time in which to forget why one was sent back through the gate." That shut him up.
"Alright, people, it's late, or should I say early. Get some rest and we'll further discuss this at 0900 hours." The General turned to leave when the red emergency lights and signals from the klaxons blared their warning overhead. The voice of a lieutenant from the surface could be heard.
"All personnel, the goa'uld have discovered our location and are attempting entr-" He was cut off and a new goa'uld voice claimed the airwaves. "You will permit our entrance toward the stargate, or you shall be destroyed."
"Oh, here we go again. I'm so scared." Jack mumbled sarcastically.
General Hammond reached his discarded headset and began to speak. "All personnel still able to hear me, we are under siege, secure all perimeters, resistance is vital, I repeat, secure all perimeters." He took off his headset and readdressed the people in the room. "People, get some rest, take turns keeping watch. Other than that, you are dismissed." With that he turned towards his office. Just like any commander general, he was going down with his command, he was going to stay alert until the goa'uld threat had passed. The General knew that this was naive but he also knew that even if he had tried to sleep in his own quarters it would not have come for him.
Everyone had left the briefing room save SG-1 who were still standing to attention.
"Alright, SG-1, Carter, Teal'c. Jonas and I will take the first watch. Both of you get some rest, we'll go to Carter's quarters. At least we'll all be together when anything happens." He looked at Carter for a disagreement to his idea, knowing that he would find none, only that she wished for him to rest first.
+ + + + + 0700 hours, Day 2 "Teal'c, did you hear that?" Sam asked in a hushed tone. They had been on watch for two and a half hours.
"Yes, Major Carter, it sounded like a staff weapon."
"My point exactly. Should we wake Colonel O'neill and Jonas?"
"I believe it would be wise to do so, Major Carter." They both entered the room. In the dim light they could see both jack and Jonas. Teal'c moved to wake Jonas and Sam to Jack. As she moved closer to him it became apparent to her that he was mumbling something in his sleep.
"Jack," She whispered. No reply. "Colonel O'neill," She tried louder. Still no reply. She reached out her hand to shake him awake.
"Sam, don't go!" He yelled as he leapt up in the bunk.
"Sir," She held his shoulders in concern.
"Sorry, nothing, just a nightmare. Is it time for the briefing already?"
"No, Colonel O'neill, it is not."
"Sir, we heard staff weapon fire inside the base." Jack was up and out of bed. He didn't need to be told twice what staff weapon fire on base meant. The goa'ulds had breached the base and were preparing to destroy them all for the stargate.
"Damn, I was waiting for that. Shit. We have to see the General, but we have to do it quietly, make sure we don't get caught out. I don't want to know what the goaulds are doing with prisoners today." Jack sighed for a long time. "Alright, move out team."
They made their way stealthily along the corridors, ducking into storage containments every time anything suspicious could be heard, checking for a clear coast with Jack's mini periscope. After what seemed like an eternity in the storage compartments of the SGC, SG-1 snuck into the briefing room. As they were keeping a low cover they could only hear a yell then a thump, which they unanimously agreed was the General. Jack closed his eyes for a brief moment.
"Find me the rest of the people on this facility. Jaffa Kree!" It was Anubis.
"This planet is nearly ours for the taking, as soon as we acquire the method to dial, we shall be invincible." Osiris purred. It sounded strange. It was true that Osiris now possessed the body of a woman, an acquaintance of Daniel's, but in the ancient times Osiris was a man, the lord of the underworld, therefore it was hard to imagine him purring.
Jack grimaced and motioned for his team to get out of the briefing room. They found their way back to a storage room which looked as though it had already been scoured by the Jaffa. The shelves were overturned and scarred with staff fire, however in one corner the tightly packaged food supplements were still good to eat.
"Well, eat up, we've got a long day ahead of us campers."
+ + + + + 2000 hours, Day 2 "So? What are we going to do about it? It's obvious that we have to backstep. We've lost connection to the SGC."
"Parker, just shut the hell up! We can't just backstep whenever we want. We still have a link to the president, we still have to listen to him. And he says no, not yet. He hasn't received a word from the General."
"What if that whole base has already been compromised and whatever the hell they've got there is already in these goa'uld hands. They could all be dead for all we know, plus if we backstep, the president wont even remember that he didn't approve of us to carry on, neither will any of you."
"Hey look, the nut case is right about that." Ramsey said slightly sarcastically.
"At least I have nuts." Frank muttered to Olga. In return she gave him a look which he had become accustomed to, it was the look which said "Mr. Parker!" in shock and amusement. Frank smiled, it was the reaction that he knew he would get.
"Whereas I do agree with the both of you on that matter, it is still a notion of treason. I still remember what happened the last time a small notion of treason was let to run wild."
"Yeah, but Adam was here then, he's long gone now... isn't he?"
"What you are proposing might be right, Frank, but it is not your call to make. The president knows exactly what is going on, he knows the situation."
"What are they hiding at the SGC anyway Bradley? What does the name stand for?"
"Frank, that's classified." Bradley sternly replied.
"Bradley, we're going to be enslaved probably in a few days, you gave us full clearances on a few things before, what's so bad about now? I think that we deserve to know." Frank looked at everyone else in the room. "C'mon, don't the rest of you think so too?" everyone nodded, Bradley looked at Isaac, both looked slightly uncomfortable.
Bradley cleared his throat. "Well, the SGC... Isaac, you're the scientist."
"Hmm... The SGC, well, it stands for Star Gate Command. Now I know that all of you are aware that alien life is almost completely plausible. You've heard of its hard evidence in two cases, Adam and the Goauld. The SGC actually hides the Stargate. It's a device built by another race of advanced aliens and it's used to travel within and sometimes outside of this galaxy to other inhabitable planets with a Stargate system."
"And we've never heard of this because?" Dr. Ballard suddenly spoke up. "If we were to meet with any of the other advanced races in the galaxy and beyond, think how much we could learn."
"Here we go again, the resident doctor is having another 'happy'" Ramsey smirked. He received a disapproving glare from Bradley.
"Well, that's the problem, no one else seems to think that we are ready for the information that they have to give. Otherwise we would already have it." Bradley sighed.
"To Dr. Ballard's first question, nobody in the SGC save General Hammond knows about our backstep operation-"
"-And Colonel O'neill." Frank winced. Bradley and Isaac eyed him questioningly and continued.
"So why should we know of theirs? What you're proposing is slightly selfish doctor." It was Isaac, taking his place as the most senior member in the briefing room.
"Well, let's just do as Bradley says and hang tight gentlemen... and lady." he finished with a prompt from Olga.
+ + + + + 1200 hours, Day 3 "Oh crap. I think they've found us campers." Jack whispered as the sound of staff weapons activating could be heard outside the storage compartment.
Through the course of the day SG-1 had been trying to make themselves sparse. However, even though it was important they had been capturing Jaffa and securing whatever parts of the base that they could, returning to the storage room for supplies and food.
"Take cover people, unless you have a burning desire to get your head blown off." It wasn't a command that Jack had to give twice.
Major Carter, Jonas Quinn, Teal'c and O'neill got behind the fallen shelves and utilities and prepared for the siege that awaited them when the Jaffa on the other side broke through.
Each member in the team hoped for it to be a small group of Jaffa for which the odds against them surviving would be higher, however they all knew that Anubis, Osiris and Horus knew exactly where they were and had concentrated a significant amount of Jaffa to make sure none of them escaped.
With a final short burst of the staff weapon the Jaffa were through, facing the awaiting SG-1. In a short matter of moments the battle was decided.
+ + + + + 1000 hours, Day 3 "People, we have a link to the SGC." Ramsey smiled the first relieved smile for days.
"How I thought you said that all the stuff's busted in there yesterday." Frank cussed.
"Well, it is. I think that they've been running on minimal telecommunications to reduce the risk of being found by the goa'ulds. It would make sense. Anyway, we've been able to obtain one satellite feed off one camera on level C-21." A projection of a military gray corridor came into view at the head of the conference table. "As you can see, nothing much is going on, hell, I don't even know if it's normal or what."
"That's good Nate. Now if the goa'ulds take over the base we can see them doing so and thus order a back step immediately. However, if the goa'uld do not infiltrate the base then we may be in trouble for hacking into another security system that we don't have correct access codes to." Bradley sighed. Either way, things were not looking up.
Four people ran across the projection and the people in the conference room perked up in hope.
"That's SG-1." Isaac smiled. "If they're still there things are going to be nearly alright even if the goa'ulds do take the base. They will at least give us some time."
"Who's the chick?" Frank asked with a mischievous grin. It disappeared as suddenly as the glare towards him appeared from Olga.
"You dirty son-of-a-bitch." Ramsey sneered silently.
"Ramsey, pull up files on SG-1, please." Bradley interjected before Frank and Ramsey could have one of their infamous rows.
"Whatever you say,"
"This is Colonel Jack O'neill, leader of SG-1, in your briefing notes you will have more information on him."
"My, my, he is an impressive man, Bradley. Black ops?" Olga raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm, The next is Major Samantha Carter, the Colonel's second in command, she's a very noted scientist as well."
"Well, you know us here, we like our smart women." Frank grinned, and had it reciprocated by Olga.
"Hmm, the last two are Teal'c and Jonas Quinn, not much is known about these two characters other than the fact that they are not from this planet. The rest you can read up for yourself. Also in you briefing file are a few reports of their capability as a team.
"There's a report written by a Dr. Daniel Jackson, who's that?" Olga queried as she flipped through the end of the file.
"Dr. Daniel Jackson is a deceased member of SG-1, Dr. Vucovich." Isaac stated.
"Ah... My apologies."
"You didn't know."
+ + + + + 1900 hours, Day 3 "Jaffa Kree! Bring me the prisoners, Horus is ready."
Sixteen large Jaffa left the presence of the great overlord Anubis toward the holding cell of the four members of SG-1. When they had cornered SG-1 they had relinquished the use of their staff weapons and opted for the zats, the wider energy field produced by the zats easily disabling each team member.
"The gods are ready to see you."
"They are false gods." Teal'c said in calm anger, only to be met with the pain of a goa'uld electric pike. Jack winced. The others stared defiantly at the group of large Jaffa.
Within a matter of moments the Jaffa had SG-1 secured and walking towards the locker rooms, which had been converted once again into a stronghold for the goa'uld. Once inside they were forced to their knees, their hands tied unmercilessly behind their backs.
"Is this the one?" Osiris said to Horus as she ripped Sam's head backwards, causing her hair to fall away showing her whole face.
"Yes, my Lord." Horus smiled contentedly. "She will do."
"Will do for what!?" Jack yelled, already knowing the implications. For his trouble he received a glancing blow to the head, not enough to black out, unfortunately.
Two Jaffa guards left the locker rooms and tow stood Sam up and begun to undress her.
"Hey, hold it right there! What do you think you're doing?!" Jack yelled, seeing his 2IC naked had been a long ambition of his but he had always thought that he'd win her over with his charms and not because of some damn snake.
"Silence, fool!" Osiris shouted.
The two Jaffa had finished undressing Sam just as the other two Jaffa returned to the room with a tank between them. Inside was a fully developed goa'uld. Jack winced in anger. He tried to wrench himself from the grip of the Jaffa so that he could reach the tank, but they were too strong for him. Jack kept trying. If he could knock it over it might give Carter a chance to get away, or better yet he would become the snake head instead of her.
"No!" Sam yelled as the goa'uld inched closer to her and she strained farther back. In one short leap he goa'uld leapt into her neck. The guards let go of her, but her hands were still bound tightly behind her back.
Jack held back tears as she leant forward and kissed him.
"I love you, Jack," Sam/snake said. A tear rolled down his cheek. The Sam/snake smiled and tore away the bonds, leaving jack unfocused for a brief second. Who had kissed him? Was it Sam or the Snake?
"I have an outfit for you Anwe're, my love." Horus declared as he draped a splendid cloak around her shoulders.
"Thank you," She replied coldly, "Return the prisoners to their room, tomorrow shall be an interesting day of torture, will it not my loves." She glanced at Jack, his eyes brimmed with hot tears which he wouldn't allow to fall. He had watched them turn his love into a snake head and he had been able to do nothing about it.
+ + + + + 0700 hours, Day 4 Back in the containment room Jack let his bitter tears drip onto the table as he rested his head in his steepled hands. He had over come the numb and had now progressed to the pain and anguish of having lost a loved one.
"I love you Sam," he whispered.
"O'neill, there is nothing that you could have done." Teal'c began.
"There was, it should have been me! I should have protected her! Now she's as good as dead. If Daniel were here he'd kick my arse for me. Many times over."
"I do not see how you would have fulfilled the role of Horus' wife, O'neill, you would make a most strange lover."
"Teal'c! Just shh! Don't even make me think about it! What he might be doing to her right now"
"Well, Jack, if you proposed that it was you that became a goa'uld whatever they're doing could be being done to you right now. Teal'c's not wrong you know."
"What did I say? Shh!!! That's disgusting." He cursed his imagination more than either Jonas or Teal'c he had already thought of the implications of what he proposed were but the image of a naked Sam with the snake Horus made him nauseous.
"We have to get out of here." He whispered.
"How? There's no way out, Jack." Jonas replied.
Jack looked up. He slapped himself on the head. "Damnit! It's all my fault! I just realised, two things, firstly, NSA backstep operation and secondly the air vents lead directly to the aircraft carrier hangar."
"We have an aircraft carrier hangar?" Jonas raised both his eyebrows in excitement.
"Of course we do this is the military, we always have more than we need." He sighed remembering himself speaking similar words to Sam.
"Alright, well, are we going then?" Jonas asked practically bouncing in his seat. Jack took one long hard look at him and nodded.
+ + + + + 1830 hours, Day 5 "Bradley!" Ramsey yelled into the cell phone from the viewing room.
"Yes, Nate."
"Three members of SG-1 have arrived at the entrance to the compound."
"Are you sure it's them?"
"Yep."
"How?"
"The big black one has that gold tattoo on his head."
"Let them in. Call for a briefing at 1700 hours."
Tbc....
A/N did you notice how crappy that was? By the way, it was my first fic, that's why the badness.. But review please.. Out of pity? Hatred? Fear that I might know who's reading this and where you live..? Fear that I could be omniscient?? Come on!!
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A/N . this sounded good when I first wrote it, I'm not sure now but please review anyway..( and I will love you from afar. and not in the gross perverty way either. Anyhow enjoy and don't forget to review. or I might cry- and I wont post any more rubbish. Anyhow, on with the verbal diarrhea.
2300 hours, Day 1 "General, we now have 8 goaulds on the loose! I'm not sure about you but I think it sucks!" Colonel Jack O'neill slammed both his fists on the table and looked as though he was ready to leave the briefing room.
"Colonel, you know as well as I do that we have as many men as is possible out there hunting for those goaulds, besides keeping the situation hushed, there is nothing we can further do without attracting attention to ourselves and therefore giving away our position. To do anything further may prove to be disastrous, Jack." First name, touché George.
"I concur with General Hammond on his assessment of our situation, Colonel O'neill." Teal'c entered the conversation, in his usual stoic manner.
+ + + + + Eight days ago, the goa'uld had begun their stealthy take over of Earth. Since then Star Gate Command had had many difficulties, this included the fact that every government department that knew about the existence of the SGC blamed them, so did the onus befall them to rid the planet of their most predominant foe.
Entire goa'uld mother ships had landed without a single eyewitness. There were three. One for Anubis, one for Osiris and one for his son, Horus. On the seventh day since there arrival there were eight, all personnel of the SGC who had gone on search and destroy missions had not returned.
The only obstacle which lay in the way of Earth's complete domination by the goa'uld was the Stargate.
+ + + + + 0100 hours, Day 2 "Are you sure that there's nothing left for us to do, General? Because I'd hate to think that we've lost this damn war before we've exhausted all our resources!" Jack exploded again. He couldn't take the pressure that had been involved in just sitting in the briefing room all day idly discussing the repercussions that had come with accidentally letting through the three goa'ulds which had now become eight, with those SG personnel who hadn't been killed have dirty snakes shoved in their heads.
"Colonel, Sir, we've tried everything that we can think of, there really is nothing else that we can do. Even the idea of going through the parallel universal portal window has been discarded." At a questioning glance from Jack, Carter continued. "Every other parallel we could channel were either already invaded by the goa'uld or did not have the necessary fire power to help us."
"Ah... Well, what about the Asgard?"
"Sir, you know better than I do that the Asgard are in no position to help us now, they have major problems of their own, with the replicators and their degenerating DNA."
"But they found that frozen dude. Didn't he help them?" Even in a situation as dire as this Sam was unable stifle a grin at the Colonel's comment.
"Their scientists are still dealing with that, Colonel."
"Well, this is how I see it." Everyone looked at Jonas. "We need to find a way to go back in time and give ourselves a message telling us that the goa'uld are coming and that we should prepare."
"Yes! Alien boy is right!" Dr McKay yelled from the end of the table. He had just returned from Russia and already he had begun to grate on the nerves of every SG team member.
"God, make him shut up," Sam muttered, then in an audible voice, "I already had that thought, the next solar flare is in twelve and a half years, there's no telling if there'll even be anyone left on this base to go on the mission and if there were we might not be able to stop them anyway, the last flare was three years ago. If any one were to do it they would have to live out three years of their lives until any of these events take place. Believe me, three years are a lot of time in which to forget why one was sent back through the gate." That shut him up.
"Alright, people, it's late, or should I say early. Get some rest and we'll further discuss this at 0900 hours." The General turned to leave when the red emergency lights and signals from the klaxons blared their warning overhead. The voice of a lieutenant from the surface could be heard.
"All personnel, the goa'uld have discovered our location and are attempting entr-" He was cut off and a new goa'uld voice claimed the airwaves. "You will permit our entrance toward the stargate, or you shall be destroyed."
"Oh, here we go again. I'm so scared." Jack mumbled sarcastically.
General Hammond reached his discarded headset and began to speak. "All personnel still able to hear me, we are under siege, secure all perimeters, resistance is vital, I repeat, secure all perimeters." He took off his headset and readdressed the people in the room. "People, get some rest, take turns keeping watch. Other than that, you are dismissed." With that he turned towards his office. Just like any commander general, he was going down with his command, he was going to stay alert until the goa'uld threat had passed. The General knew that this was naive but he also knew that even if he had tried to sleep in his own quarters it would not have come for him.
Everyone had left the briefing room save SG-1 who were still standing to attention.
"Alright, SG-1, Carter, Teal'c. Jonas and I will take the first watch. Both of you get some rest, we'll go to Carter's quarters. At least we'll all be together when anything happens." He looked at Carter for a disagreement to his idea, knowing that he would find none, only that she wished for him to rest first.
+ + + + + 0700 hours, Day 2 "Teal'c, did you hear that?" Sam asked in a hushed tone. They had been on watch for two and a half hours.
"Yes, Major Carter, it sounded like a staff weapon."
"My point exactly. Should we wake Colonel O'neill and Jonas?"
"I believe it would be wise to do so, Major Carter." They both entered the room. In the dim light they could see both jack and Jonas. Teal'c moved to wake Jonas and Sam to Jack. As she moved closer to him it became apparent to her that he was mumbling something in his sleep.
"Jack," She whispered. No reply. "Colonel O'neill," She tried louder. Still no reply. She reached out her hand to shake him awake.
"Sam, don't go!" He yelled as he leapt up in the bunk.
"Sir," She held his shoulders in concern.
"Sorry, nothing, just a nightmare. Is it time for the briefing already?"
"No, Colonel O'neill, it is not."
"Sir, we heard staff weapon fire inside the base." Jack was up and out of bed. He didn't need to be told twice what staff weapon fire on base meant. The goa'ulds had breached the base and were preparing to destroy them all for the stargate.
"Damn, I was waiting for that. Shit. We have to see the General, but we have to do it quietly, make sure we don't get caught out. I don't want to know what the goaulds are doing with prisoners today." Jack sighed for a long time. "Alright, move out team."
They made their way stealthily along the corridors, ducking into storage containments every time anything suspicious could be heard, checking for a clear coast with Jack's mini periscope. After what seemed like an eternity in the storage compartments of the SGC, SG-1 snuck into the briefing room. As they were keeping a low cover they could only hear a yell then a thump, which they unanimously agreed was the General. Jack closed his eyes for a brief moment.
"Find me the rest of the people on this facility. Jaffa Kree!" It was Anubis.
"This planet is nearly ours for the taking, as soon as we acquire the method to dial, we shall be invincible." Osiris purred. It sounded strange. It was true that Osiris now possessed the body of a woman, an acquaintance of Daniel's, but in the ancient times Osiris was a man, the lord of the underworld, therefore it was hard to imagine him purring.
Jack grimaced and motioned for his team to get out of the briefing room. They found their way back to a storage room which looked as though it had already been scoured by the Jaffa. The shelves were overturned and scarred with staff fire, however in one corner the tightly packaged food supplements were still good to eat.
"Well, eat up, we've got a long day ahead of us campers."
+ + + + + 2000 hours, Day 2 "So? What are we going to do about it? It's obvious that we have to backstep. We've lost connection to the SGC."
"Parker, just shut the hell up! We can't just backstep whenever we want. We still have a link to the president, we still have to listen to him. And he says no, not yet. He hasn't received a word from the General."
"What if that whole base has already been compromised and whatever the hell they've got there is already in these goa'uld hands. They could all be dead for all we know, plus if we backstep, the president wont even remember that he didn't approve of us to carry on, neither will any of you."
"Hey look, the nut case is right about that." Ramsey said slightly sarcastically.
"At least I have nuts." Frank muttered to Olga. In return she gave him a look which he had become accustomed to, it was the look which said "Mr. Parker!" in shock and amusement. Frank smiled, it was the reaction that he knew he would get.
"Whereas I do agree with the both of you on that matter, it is still a notion of treason. I still remember what happened the last time a small notion of treason was let to run wild."
"Yeah, but Adam was here then, he's long gone now... isn't he?"
"What you are proposing might be right, Frank, but it is not your call to make. The president knows exactly what is going on, he knows the situation."
"What are they hiding at the SGC anyway Bradley? What does the name stand for?"
"Frank, that's classified." Bradley sternly replied.
"Bradley, we're going to be enslaved probably in a few days, you gave us full clearances on a few things before, what's so bad about now? I think that we deserve to know." Frank looked at everyone else in the room. "C'mon, don't the rest of you think so too?" everyone nodded, Bradley looked at Isaac, both looked slightly uncomfortable.
Bradley cleared his throat. "Well, the SGC... Isaac, you're the scientist."
"Hmm... The SGC, well, it stands for Star Gate Command. Now I know that all of you are aware that alien life is almost completely plausible. You've heard of its hard evidence in two cases, Adam and the Goauld. The SGC actually hides the Stargate. It's a device built by another race of advanced aliens and it's used to travel within and sometimes outside of this galaxy to other inhabitable planets with a Stargate system."
"And we've never heard of this because?" Dr. Ballard suddenly spoke up. "If we were to meet with any of the other advanced races in the galaxy and beyond, think how much we could learn."
"Here we go again, the resident doctor is having another 'happy'" Ramsey smirked. He received a disapproving glare from Bradley.
"Well, that's the problem, no one else seems to think that we are ready for the information that they have to give. Otherwise we would already have it." Bradley sighed.
"To Dr. Ballard's first question, nobody in the SGC save General Hammond knows about our backstep operation-"
"-And Colonel O'neill." Frank winced. Bradley and Isaac eyed him questioningly and continued.
"So why should we know of theirs? What you're proposing is slightly selfish doctor." It was Isaac, taking his place as the most senior member in the briefing room.
"Well, let's just do as Bradley says and hang tight gentlemen... and lady." he finished with a prompt from Olga.
+ + + + + 1200 hours, Day 3 "Oh crap. I think they've found us campers." Jack whispered as the sound of staff weapons activating could be heard outside the storage compartment.
Through the course of the day SG-1 had been trying to make themselves sparse. However, even though it was important they had been capturing Jaffa and securing whatever parts of the base that they could, returning to the storage room for supplies and food.
"Take cover people, unless you have a burning desire to get your head blown off." It wasn't a command that Jack had to give twice.
Major Carter, Jonas Quinn, Teal'c and O'neill got behind the fallen shelves and utilities and prepared for the siege that awaited them when the Jaffa on the other side broke through.
Each member in the team hoped for it to be a small group of Jaffa for which the odds against them surviving would be higher, however they all knew that Anubis, Osiris and Horus knew exactly where they were and had concentrated a significant amount of Jaffa to make sure none of them escaped.
With a final short burst of the staff weapon the Jaffa were through, facing the awaiting SG-1. In a short matter of moments the battle was decided.
+ + + + + 1000 hours, Day 3 "People, we have a link to the SGC." Ramsey smiled the first relieved smile for days.
"How I thought you said that all the stuff's busted in there yesterday." Frank cussed.
"Well, it is. I think that they've been running on minimal telecommunications to reduce the risk of being found by the goa'ulds. It would make sense. Anyway, we've been able to obtain one satellite feed off one camera on level C-21." A projection of a military gray corridor came into view at the head of the conference table. "As you can see, nothing much is going on, hell, I don't even know if it's normal or what."
"That's good Nate. Now if the goa'ulds take over the base we can see them doing so and thus order a back step immediately. However, if the goa'uld do not infiltrate the base then we may be in trouble for hacking into another security system that we don't have correct access codes to." Bradley sighed. Either way, things were not looking up.
Four people ran across the projection and the people in the conference room perked up in hope.
"That's SG-1." Isaac smiled. "If they're still there things are going to be nearly alright even if the goa'ulds do take the base. They will at least give us some time."
"Who's the chick?" Frank asked with a mischievous grin. It disappeared as suddenly as the glare towards him appeared from Olga.
"You dirty son-of-a-bitch." Ramsey sneered silently.
"Ramsey, pull up files on SG-1, please." Bradley interjected before Frank and Ramsey could have one of their infamous rows.
"Whatever you say,"
"This is Colonel Jack O'neill, leader of SG-1, in your briefing notes you will have more information on him."
"My, my, he is an impressive man, Bradley. Black ops?" Olga raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm, The next is Major Samantha Carter, the Colonel's second in command, she's a very noted scientist as well."
"Well, you know us here, we like our smart women." Frank grinned, and had it reciprocated by Olga.
"Hmm, the last two are Teal'c and Jonas Quinn, not much is known about these two characters other than the fact that they are not from this planet. The rest you can read up for yourself. Also in you briefing file are a few reports of their capability as a team.
"There's a report written by a Dr. Daniel Jackson, who's that?" Olga queried as she flipped through the end of the file.
"Dr. Daniel Jackson is a deceased member of SG-1, Dr. Vucovich." Isaac stated.
"Ah... My apologies."
"You didn't know."
+ + + + + 1900 hours, Day 3 "Jaffa Kree! Bring me the prisoners, Horus is ready."
Sixteen large Jaffa left the presence of the great overlord Anubis toward the holding cell of the four members of SG-1. When they had cornered SG-1 they had relinquished the use of their staff weapons and opted for the zats, the wider energy field produced by the zats easily disabling each team member.
"The gods are ready to see you."
"They are false gods." Teal'c said in calm anger, only to be met with the pain of a goa'uld electric pike. Jack winced. The others stared defiantly at the group of large Jaffa.
Within a matter of moments the Jaffa had SG-1 secured and walking towards the locker rooms, which had been converted once again into a stronghold for the goa'uld. Once inside they were forced to their knees, their hands tied unmercilessly behind their backs.
"Is this the one?" Osiris said to Horus as she ripped Sam's head backwards, causing her hair to fall away showing her whole face.
"Yes, my Lord." Horus smiled contentedly. "She will do."
"Will do for what!?" Jack yelled, already knowing the implications. For his trouble he received a glancing blow to the head, not enough to black out, unfortunately.
Two Jaffa guards left the locker rooms and tow stood Sam up and begun to undress her.
"Hey, hold it right there! What do you think you're doing?!" Jack yelled, seeing his 2IC naked had been a long ambition of his but he had always thought that he'd win her over with his charms and not because of some damn snake.
"Silence, fool!" Osiris shouted.
The two Jaffa had finished undressing Sam just as the other two Jaffa returned to the room with a tank between them. Inside was a fully developed goa'uld. Jack winced in anger. He tried to wrench himself from the grip of the Jaffa so that he could reach the tank, but they were too strong for him. Jack kept trying. If he could knock it over it might give Carter a chance to get away, or better yet he would become the snake head instead of her.
"No!" Sam yelled as the goa'uld inched closer to her and she strained farther back. In one short leap he goa'uld leapt into her neck. The guards let go of her, but her hands were still bound tightly behind her back.
Jack held back tears as she leant forward and kissed him.
"I love you, Jack," Sam/snake said. A tear rolled down his cheek. The Sam/snake smiled and tore away the bonds, leaving jack unfocused for a brief second. Who had kissed him? Was it Sam or the Snake?
"I have an outfit for you Anwe're, my love." Horus declared as he draped a splendid cloak around her shoulders.
"Thank you," She replied coldly, "Return the prisoners to their room, tomorrow shall be an interesting day of torture, will it not my loves." She glanced at Jack, his eyes brimmed with hot tears which he wouldn't allow to fall. He had watched them turn his love into a snake head and he had been able to do nothing about it.
+ + + + + 0700 hours, Day 4 Back in the containment room Jack let his bitter tears drip onto the table as he rested his head in his steepled hands. He had over come the numb and had now progressed to the pain and anguish of having lost a loved one.
"I love you Sam," he whispered.
"O'neill, there is nothing that you could have done." Teal'c began.
"There was, it should have been me! I should have protected her! Now she's as good as dead. If Daniel were here he'd kick my arse for me. Many times over."
"I do not see how you would have fulfilled the role of Horus' wife, O'neill, you would make a most strange lover."
"Teal'c! Just shh! Don't even make me think about it! What he might be doing to her right now"
"Well, Jack, if you proposed that it was you that became a goa'uld whatever they're doing could be being done to you right now. Teal'c's not wrong you know."
"What did I say? Shh!!! That's disgusting." He cursed his imagination more than either Jonas or Teal'c he had already thought of the implications of what he proposed were but the image of a naked Sam with the snake Horus made him nauseous.
"We have to get out of here." He whispered.
"How? There's no way out, Jack." Jonas replied.
Jack looked up. He slapped himself on the head. "Damnit! It's all my fault! I just realised, two things, firstly, NSA backstep operation and secondly the air vents lead directly to the aircraft carrier hangar."
"We have an aircraft carrier hangar?" Jonas raised both his eyebrows in excitement.
"Of course we do this is the military, we always have more than we need." He sighed remembering himself speaking similar words to Sam.
"Alright, well, are we going then?" Jonas asked practically bouncing in his seat. Jack took one long hard look at him and nodded.
+ + + + + 1830 hours, Day 5 "Bradley!" Ramsey yelled into the cell phone from the viewing room.
"Yes, Nate."
"Three members of SG-1 have arrived at the entrance to the compound."
"Are you sure it's them?"
"Yep."
"How?"
"The big black one has that gold tattoo on his head."
"Let them in. Call for a briefing at 1700 hours."
Tbc....
A/N did you notice how crappy that was? By the way, it was my first fic, that's why the badness.. But review please.. Out of pity? Hatred? Fear that I might know who's reading this and where you live..? Fear that I could be omniscient?? Come on!!
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