A/N. well thanks to the people who reviewed, you know who you are, and for
those of you who haven't, . well!! Anyhow, this chapter is a bit longer,
after this I'm actually going to have to make up more stuff. well, enjoy.
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1200 hours, Day 1
"Major, where the hell is Colonel O'neill?" General Hammond blurted. The Colonel had been late to briefings before, but never this late. The briefing had been called an hour before and the he hadn't even rang to say that he wasn't going to make it.
"General, I'm not sure, I haven't seen him all morning."
"Anyone else?" The General looked over to Teal'c and Jonas, both shook their heads in unison. "Well, lets begin. This briefing concerns th-" The phone in General Hammond's office began to ring. He got up and left annoyed. "United States Air Force, General Hammond speaking." He methodically said into the phone.
"Hey, General, it's Jack."
"Colonel, what in God's name do you think you are doing? Where the hell are you?"
"Nice to hear from you too, Sir. Sir, we're on the surface of Cheyenne Mountain and we're coming down. "
"We're?"
"On the surface, Sir."
"No, Colonel, I mean, who have you got with you?"
"Oh, Frank Parker, Sir, member of the back step project."
"How do you know about that?"
"Because, General, we just did."
"Well, get down here quickly and explain yourself, Colonel." Hammond put the phone back onto the cradle and walked back into the briefing room. "People Colonel O'neill is on his way." With that he sat down and waited for the anticipated arrival of Jack.
The door opened to the briefing room ten minutes later. "Hello, campers may I introduce you to Frank Parker, he works with the NSA, so if you've got dirty secrets concerning national security hi-" His breath caught in his throat as he beheld Sam. "Sam." Their eyes locked across the room, his with relief and desire for having found something lost, and hers with bemusement. Maybe it was the goauld, he thought to himself.
"Pardon, Colonel O'neill, would you mind telling me what's going on?"
"Uh, excuse me General, can I make a call back to my base?" Hammond nodded at the orange suited Frank and nodded.
"General, Sir, at 0100 hours tomorrow the goaulds will have us blockaded, at 0700 hours they will enter the base and slaughter all of you. Only Jonas, Teal'c and myself survived the last time.
"We discovered the NSA's secret project and went into the hangar and got ourselves there. Among arrival we requested authorization from the president to back step, he turned out to be a goauld.
"The sphere had a new passenger seat so I came along for the ride, we now have to figure out a way to defeat the goauld quickly or we're all royally screwed. Sir."
"Well, alright then, people contact the Nox, they seem to be the only allies we have left. The rest of you, find ways to overcome the goa'uld and protect the perimeter. Dismissed." All SGC personnel moved out of the briefing room and headed off to come up with some ideas. As SG-1 went their separate ways Sam followed Jack out of the room.
"Yes Carter," Jack said without his usual sarcasm.
"Sir, you said that everyone was killed, how did you escape them?"
"The whole of SG-1 did, Major," He said it to remind himself of the situation, as to him the pain of seeing her be made a goa'uld was still fresh, and he had to remind himself not to blurt out his feelings to her.
"But Sir, you said that only yourself-"
"We then got captured, Sam." She was taken aback by his use of her first name.
"Sir can you come into my lab and tell me what happened in the last timeline?" The scientist had come out. Jack's head hurt just thinking about the questions that she would ask him.
"Sure, we're already here." They slipped inside and took their normal positions around Sam's work bench.
"So how did we get captured?"
"We were hiding in a storage room and they stormed us with zats."
"Then?"
"They made you one of them." He ended on a down as the memories of the next day flashed in his mind, a painful reminder of his inability to help the woman that he loved.
"What?!" Sam exclaimed. "That's impossible, they would have killed me, I have no use to them as a host."
"You were one of them Sam, and it scared the hell out of me!" He stared into her eyes to show that he was telling the truth. "It scared the hell out of me, Sam." He repeated quietly.
Sam was a little frightened at the prospect of becoming a goa'uld- again- and the fact that whatever had happened in the previous time line had affected her CO so badly, but the scientist in her pressed on. "And after they made me one of them what happened?"
"Well, they sent us back to the room they were keeping us in and we escaped." He didn't want to go into the reasons.
"But what would they have wanted from you? It's obvious that they didn't want to kill you because they used zats but why, Colonel?" She looked at him expecting an answer, she knew that he had it and that it was just a matter of time until he told her. "Well?" She prompted.
"They all wanted to make us the first Jaffa again."
"But how? Anubis, Osiris and Horus are male goa'ulds and Hathor was the last queen. Where were they getting their larvae?"
"From you, Major." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and felt like he was stepping close to breaking the regs. "It seemed like Osiris and Anubis thought it was time for baby Horus to take a wife, you were the most scintillating out of SG-1."
"Well, no offence Sir, but they kind of didn't really have a choice, I was the only woman."
"Yeah, we talked about that after they infested you."
"Hmm, well I guess that it should be enough to know what's going to happen to avoid it, Sir. Umm, I should probably get back to working on the situation." She was hinting that it was his time to go.
Jack got up and walked towards the door. "You said you loved me."
He said it just loud enough for her to hear. And he expected her to call him back into her lab.
"Pardon, Sir?" Jack smiled before turning around to her. He knew that she was pretending not to have heard exactly what he had said and he knew that she was trying to make him take it back before she acknowledged what he had said. Jack was determined not to.
"You said you loved me, Sam."
She found herself half believing him until she realized in her rational mind that although she had strong feelings for him, he might just be leading her on, making her admit it. "Really?" She found herself saying.
Jack found himself locking the door and felt his legs carry him over to her side. "I just wanted to say that I don't even care if it was the damn snake inside you that said it. I love you, Sam." With that he held her face and kissed her fully on the mouth and pulled back. She surprised him by returning his embrace and deepening their kiss.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere else, Jack." She breathed.
"Sam," he kissed her softly. "I love you, but now is not the time. If you don't think of something then you'll become one of them and we're all screwed." Sam nodded. He had that effect on her sometimes, exhilarating yet frustrating at the same time. Wonder if they taught womanizing in the black ops. She smiled at him nonetheless.
"Maybe next time." She sighed, she knew that he wanted to, she could feel the bulge in his fatigues, but the world was too important. Every SG member knew that. "Come on, I have an idea." She pulled herself from the sweet embrace and produced a blueprint of the base from under her workbench.
Jack raised his eyebrows wondering how she had acquired it. "Major?"
"Well, Sir, you remember our accident with Hathor a few years back?" Jack nodded. "I requested that I be told where some of the extra stores were so that in another incident such as that I would have the necessary backup. The General obviously thought that I deserved it and allowed me the partial blue prints of this facility."
"You asked him after the commendation, didn't you?" Sam nodded. Jack smiled, his major always knew what she wanted and how to get it.
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1200 hours, Day 1
"Bradley, where the hell is Parker?!" Ramsey stormed into Bradley's office where he was conversing with Isaac. He was frustrated that Frank Parker had once again disallowed Ramsey to do his job.
""Excuse me, Mr. Ramsey, but am I wrong in believing that you are the head of security in this facility?" Isaac related.
"Yes." Came Ramsey's reply
"Then I don't see why you should be in here consulting Bradley on the whereabouts of your charge." Isaac chastised him. Ramsey had intruded in on an important conversation that had been needed to take place for a couple of days since.
"Fine, but, Dr. should you need to backstep anytime soon, go look for Donovan. If he's not with his wild gallivanting freak of a friend."
"Excuse me, who's got a 'freak of a friend' who 'gallivants'?"
"Ah, Dr. Vukovic. Where the hell is Parker!?"
"How should I know, Mr. Ramsey, you're the head of security," Ramsey glared at her.
"If I have to be asked that question again, I am going to kill Frank when he decides to get his smelly 'conundrum' ass back in here."
"Calm down, Nate, you'll find him sooner or later, how do you know if he's not just done a backstep?" Bradley put an end to Ramsey's anger movement.
"Mr. Ramsey, how did you loose Parker with all those new secret cameras you put in his quarters?" Isaac begun the half severed argument.
"You did what to his quarters?!" Olga was mortified at the intrusion of privacy and silently resolved to remove the cameras. Ramsey smirked at her and silently added;
"That's one over the resident commie for Ramsey."
"And, don't forget the ones in the vents to prevent him from using them to escape.." Isaac wouldn't let it go and Ramsey couldn't take the subtle hints dropped by Bradley.
"He's not on those, 'doctor' Isaac, if the idiot was, would I be in here?" Another scathing comment on the extent that Ramsey went through to make the life of his charge miserable was cut at the bud by a well placed phone call. Bradley eyed each individual in the room one and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" After a short pause, "Frank, where are you? Mr. Ramsey is not impressed, have you done a backstep?"
"Yeah, Bradley, tell Rams that I miss him too. Oh, yeah, I have done a backstep, however it was unsuccessful."
"How so?"
"We didn't make the whole seven days."
"We?"
"You sent me back with Colonel Jack O'niell of the SGC. That's where I am now. Major Carter and the rest of the team are figuring out a way to defeat the goaulds or whatever."
"Are you suggesting that you stay at the SGC for the time being Frank?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind, Bradley."
"No, sure, go right ahead."
"Alright, well, I have to go help with a battle plan or something, send my regards to Olga will you?"
"Alright, bye, Frank." Bradley put down the phone and turned to Isaac, a silent exchange went between them. The rest of the team needed to know the position that Frank had been placed into and Donovan needed to be put on alert.
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1900 hours, Day 1
"General with the help that Colonel O'neill was able to offer regarding the events of the previous time line, I was able to pin point roughly where the goa'uld attack was originating." Sam pressed a few buttons on the remote and an image flicked onto the wall of the SGC briefing room.
Everyone was present, intently listening to what she had to say and how she would instruct them. She wasn't the tactical officer but they all had to admit that she did have a knack for pulling brilliant ideas out of her butt, as Jack had once put it.
"Now, the Colonel said that Anubis, Osiris and Horus had entered through the south entrance of the SGC, SG-1 had taken a hiding position in the storage compartments in these areas," She pointed to the areas that she was referring to. She pressed a few buttons and an image with red dots and silver lines appeared.
"SG-1 were trying to reach General Hammond, on their way they were never confronted by Jaffa. If the ducking and hiding situation went on for about an hour before SG-1 reached the briefing room, which joins the General's office, then we can assume that the goa'uld had taken a route in a south easterly direction, which would have taken them directly to the gate room and through the back door of the General's office. To counter and possible stop the goa'uld from taking the base we have to post forces here, here and here." She pointed to the mouth of the mountain complex and two secret bunkers 200 and 400 metres away from the mouth.
"Anything else, Major?" General Hammond asked.
"Yes, we've found the goa'uld mother ships, Sir, the Colonel has suggested that SG-1 move into the offensive, break into the ships and try to either drive them off or destroy them."
"Ah General, what happened to contacting the Nox?" Jack suddenly said.
"Colonel, I think that in planning we realized that none of our other allies could help us, this caused us to look toward the Nox, before realizing that they couldn't help us, they are a people who despise war, we couldn't ask them to confront it for us."
"Sir, what did the president say?" A wry grin appeared on Jack's face.
"I neglected to inform him, Colonel."
Sam cleared her throat and their attention turned back to her. "General, I'd like to request that we put all military troops on alert and in place to back up the SGC and SG-1. However, as the Colonel and Mr. Parker have informed me, in the last time line when the NSA reached the president he was already a goa'uld, he might already be one now. We don't know when he was made."
"The president is presently not a goa'uld, Major Carter." Teal'c reassured her.
"Teal'c is right, the president is on his way to Camp David, where he will be well protected by a team of Jaffa, who arrived with Ry'ac and Bra'tac an hour ago, they are already on their way. Anything else Major?"
"No, General."
"Well, lets get moving people." As the main group of SGC personnel left the general pulled Sam aside. Seeing this Jack, Teal'c, Jonas and Frank Parker held back after the throng of people. "Major, if you see this through I am putting you up for commendation."
Sam was shocked, even though it wasn't the first time that the General had put her up for a surprise commendation. "Thank you, Sir." She managed to stammer. Hanging back in the corner with the rest of SG-1, Colonel Jack O'neill smiled, feeling that his major was long overdue for a promotion.
"Good work, Major." Sam smiled, it was the second time that he had witnessed her being commended on her efforts, "Keep this up and you'll outrank me soon." He put his arm around her shoulder in a classic show of camaraderie as the five of them left the briefing room together.
"Uh, O'neill?" Frank tapped him on the shoulder.
"Yeah what?"
"I'm going with SG-1 aren't I?"
"Ah, damn. Forgot about that. Yeah, sure. The more the merrier."
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2300 hours, Day 1
"Umm. If you don't mind me asking, how big exactly are the Goa'uld mother ships?" Frank tapped Carter on the shoulder hoping that unlike Jack she wouldn't give him a sarcastic answer. Jack got to the punch first.
"Well we're not wasting so much C4 for a tiny little shuttle now are we, Frank?"
"Should've known, Jack." He said exchanging a glance with Carter.
"I saw that." The comment only caused Sam to smile, which was the desired effect from the Colonel.
"So what are we going to do with it?"
"Frank, what else do you do with C4? We're not going to cook them dinner, you know. We're actually trying to destroy them. You know, blow them up?"
"Jack, I'm not stupid-"
"Could've fooled me."
"I'm going to ignore that, Jack. What I'm saying is that if you blow up the ships, wont people see?" Frank raised his eyebrows in a mock gesture, he thought that he had won the round.
"We have already thought of that, Mr. Parker. The C4 is laced so that when it detonates a virus will be introduced into the mainframe of the Goa'uld mother ships, its destructive power will cause the ships to become no more." Teal'c then returned to the task of packing C4 into his backpack.
"Ohh, that's good."
"Okay, are we ready?" Jack looked for a nod from each person inside the armory. "Good, lets move out, people." SG-1 and Frank Parker walked to the elevator shaft and as soon as the doors had closed and they began to rise to the surface, Jack noticed something had gone amiss. "Uh, Major, how are we going to get into the ships?"
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0200 hours, Day 2
"Oh, crap, hadn't thought about that one." Jack winced. "They have those new shield thingos don't they?"
"Yes, sir." Sam stated plainly.
"Ok, an even better question, how are we going to get to the mother ships without being detected?" No one had thought about that either. Jack stopped pacing for answers and sat down. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he abruptly turned to look. "Daniel, so nice of you to come and join us. Day off?" he whispered.
"Yea, Jack."
"Is it Oma Desala Day or something?"
"No such thing."
"So then that just leaves 'pity for the mortals who have just landed in a giant pile of goauld defacation' day."
"Excuse me, sir, did you say something?" it was Sam. Daniel in his effervescent form chuckled. Jack glared at him.
"No Sam, keep thinking."
"Jack why are you so bitter?"
"Daniel why are you here and why can't the others see you?"
"Jack you already know the answer to the second question and I'm here just because."
"Well, do you have anyway to get us out of here?" Then to Sam "Are you done yet Major?"
"Still thinking Sir."
"What about the X-303, Jack?" It was Daniel.
"Sir, what about the X-303 prototype?" It was Jonas. Jack considered for a moment.
"We wont all fit, Sir." That was Carter.
"What about the Goa'uld cargo ship we captured some time ago, O'neill?"
"See, a good idea," Jack looked smugly at Daniel, Sam caught the general direction of the gaze.
"Sir, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing, Major." Then to Teal'c, "Perfect."
"So I forgot, Jack, I can't remember everything you know." Jack ignored him.
"So Teal'c, where, pray tell, is the cargo ship?"
Teal'c looked at Jack strangely for a brief moment before deciding that this was just the Colonel in stress mode. "It is in the chamber about the stargate."
Jack mentally hit himself in the head, "Well, that would make sense wouldn't it? Lets go get it campers."
"Huh?" Frank glanced confusedly around and caught Teal'c's eyes.
"O'neill often refers to us in this manner when we are about to embark on a dangerous mission." Frank still looked somewhat confused.
"Right. So even if we get the ship thingo, how are we going to get there? To the mother ships?"
Jack glanced at the others and Daniel. "How naïve." He said quietly to Daniel. "Well, Parker, we hide and evade and get there eventually, just like usual." A brief smile went through SG-1, Frank was still out of the loop.
"Jack, we're in the middle of the freakin' desert. There's just sand, sand and undoubtedly more bloody sand. Correct me if I'm wrong, but there's nothing that we can really hide behind, we'll get shot down." The faint smiles continued through SG-1.
"Are you finished yet?"
"No. How could you still be alive and take these risks all the ti-"
"It's called a cloaking device, Newbie."
"Wow, someone questioning your authority. doesn't happen often."
"Shut up Danny boy." Jack glared.
"What did you say Sir?" Sam looked at him with confusion and concern. Something was bothering him and she thought that she could hear him use terms that he used to refer to Daniel as. She was afraid that her CO was finally cracking, but she didn't want to think about loosing him. She'd asked him the question a few times and every time he just brushed her off.
Jack turned away from Sam and to Daniel. "Seriously, why wont you let the others see you?"
"They really don't need to see me do they?"
"No, but they think I'm crazy!"
"Well, you are sometimes."
"Don't push it, danny boy. What are you doing here anyway?"
"I've just got time off."
"What from your busy schedule?"
"Sorta." By this time Jack could hear conspiratorial whispers and Teal'c announce;
"It appears that Colonel O'neill is talking to himself."
"I'm not!"
"Don't tell them Jack!" Jack glared defeated at Daniel.
"Fine," he whispered. "Hmm, so maybe I am, but I'm a bit whacko aren't I?" This scored him strange looks from the rest of SG-1 and Frank and chuckles from Daniel.
Sam broke the silence. "Sir, we're all ready we should go and get the cargo ship now."
Tbc.
A/N. well you can review now. as I might have said before, you can say anything. you can even tell me that I should be gaoled for the gruesome 'power' that I release from my fingers, or how I mutilate the keyboard with my acidic filth, or even how you wish you could cut my hands off so I would stop writing gibberish and these annoying author's notes (that and gibberish, I know, same thing- so you can even comment on how inferior you believe my intellect to be) Well, I'll leave you to it.
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1200 hours, Day 1
"Major, where the hell is Colonel O'neill?" General Hammond blurted. The Colonel had been late to briefings before, but never this late. The briefing had been called an hour before and the he hadn't even rang to say that he wasn't going to make it.
"General, I'm not sure, I haven't seen him all morning."
"Anyone else?" The General looked over to Teal'c and Jonas, both shook their heads in unison. "Well, lets begin. This briefing concerns th-" The phone in General Hammond's office began to ring. He got up and left annoyed. "United States Air Force, General Hammond speaking." He methodically said into the phone.
"Hey, General, it's Jack."
"Colonel, what in God's name do you think you are doing? Where the hell are you?"
"Nice to hear from you too, Sir. Sir, we're on the surface of Cheyenne Mountain and we're coming down. "
"We're?"
"On the surface, Sir."
"No, Colonel, I mean, who have you got with you?"
"Oh, Frank Parker, Sir, member of the back step project."
"How do you know about that?"
"Because, General, we just did."
"Well, get down here quickly and explain yourself, Colonel." Hammond put the phone back onto the cradle and walked back into the briefing room. "People Colonel O'neill is on his way." With that he sat down and waited for the anticipated arrival of Jack.
The door opened to the briefing room ten minutes later. "Hello, campers may I introduce you to Frank Parker, he works with the NSA, so if you've got dirty secrets concerning national security hi-" His breath caught in his throat as he beheld Sam. "Sam." Their eyes locked across the room, his with relief and desire for having found something lost, and hers with bemusement. Maybe it was the goauld, he thought to himself.
"Pardon, Colonel O'neill, would you mind telling me what's going on?"
"Uh, excuse me General, can I make a call back to my base?" Hammond nodded at the orange suited Frank and nodded.
"General, Sir, at 0100 hours tomorrow the goaulds will have us blockaded, at 0700 hours they will enter the base and slaughter all of you. Only Jonas, Teal'c and myself survived the last time.
"We discovered the NSA's secret project and went into the hangar and got ourselves there. Among arrival we requested authorization from the president to back step, he turned out to be a goauld.
"The sphere had a new passenger seat so I came along for the ride, we now have to figure out a way to defeat the goauld quickly or we're all royally screwed. Sir."
"Well, alright then, people contact the Nox, they seem to be the only allies we have left. The rest of you, find ways to overcome the goa'uld and protect the perimeter. Dismissed." All SGC personnel moved out of the briefing room and headed off to come up with some ideas. As SG-1 went their separate ways Sam followed Jack out of the room.
"Yes Carter," Jack said without his usual sarcasm.
"Sir, you said that everyone was killed, how did you escape them?"
"The whole of SG-1 did, Major," He said it to remind himself of the situation, as to him the pain of seeing her be made a goa'uld was still fresh, and he had to remind himself not to blurt out his feelings to her.
"But Sir, you said that only yourself-"
"We then got captured, Sam." She was taken aback by his use of her first name.
"Sir can you come into my lab and tell me what happened in the last timeline?" The scientist had come out. Jack's head hurt just thinking about the questions that she would ask him.
"Sure, we're already here." They slipped inside and took their normal positions around Sam's work bench.
"So how did we get captured?"
"We were hiding in a storage room and they stormed us with zats."
"Then?"
"They made you one of them." He ended on a down as the memories of the next day flashed in his mind, a painful reminder of his inability to help the woman that he loved.
"What?!" Sam exclaimed. "That's impossible, they would have killed me, I have no use to them as a host."
"You were one of them Sam, and it scared the hell out of me!" He stared into her eyes to show that he was telling the truth. "It scared the hell out of me, Sam." He repeated quietly.
Sam was a little frightened at the prospect of becoming a goa'uld- again- and the fact that whatever had happened in the previous time line had affected her CO so badly, but the scientist in her pressed on. "And after they made me one of them what happened?"
"Well, they sent us back to the room they were keeping us in and we escaped." He didn't want to go into the reasons.
"But what would they have wanted from you? It's obvious that they didn't want to kill you because they used zats but why, Colonel?" She looked at him expecting an answer, she knew that he had it and that it was just a matter of time until he told her. "Well?" She prompted.
"They all wanted to make us the first Jaffa again."
"But how? Anubis, Osiris and Horus are male goa'ulds and Hathor was the last queen. Where were they getting their larvae?"
"From you, Major." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and felt like he was stepping close to breaking the regs. "It seemed like Osiris and Anubis thought it was time for baby Horus to take a wife, you were the most scintillating out of SG-1."
"Well, no offence Sir, but they kind of didn't really have a choice, I was the only woman."
"Yeah, we talked about that after they infested you."
"Hmm, well I guess that it should be enough to know what's going to happen to avoid it, Sir. Umm, I should probably get back to working on the situation." She was hinting that it was his time to go.
Jack got up and walked towards the door. "You said you loved me."
He said it just loud enough for her to hear. And he expected her to call him back into her lab.
"Pardon, Sir?" Jack smiled before turning around to her. He knew that she was pretending not to have heard exactly what he had said and he knew that she was trying to make him take it back before she acknowledged what he had said. Jack was determined not to.
"You said you loved me, Sam."
She found herself half believing him until she realized in her rational mind that although she had strong feelings for him, he might just be leading her on, making her admit it. "Really?" She found herself saying.
Jack found himself locking the door and felt his legs carry him over to her side. "I just wanted to say that I don't even care if it was the damn snake inside you that said it. I love you, Sam." With that he held her face and kissed her fully on the mouth and pulled back. She surprised him by returning his embrace and deepening their kiss.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere else, Jack." She breathed.
"Sam," he kissed her softly. "I love you, but now is not the time. If you don't think of something then you'll become one of them and we're all screwed." Sam nodded. He had that effect on her sometimes, exhilarating yet frustrating at the same time. Wonder if they taught womanizing in the black ops. She smiled at him nonetheless.
"Maybe next time." She sighed, she knew that he wanted to, she could feel the bulge in his fatigues, but the world was too important. Every SG member knew that. "Come on, I have an idea." She pulled herself from the sweet embrace and produced a blueprint of the base from under her workbench.
Jack raised his eyebrows wondering how she had acquired it. "Major?"
"Well, Sir, you remember our accident with Hathor a few years back?" Jack nodded. "I requested that I be told where some of the extra stores were so that in another incident such as that I would have the necessary backup. The General obviously thought that I deserved it and allowed me the partial blue prints of this facility."
"You asked him after the commendation, didn't you?" Sam nodded. Jack smiled, his major always knew what she wanted and how to get it.
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1200 hours, Day 1
"Bradley, where the hell is Parker?!" Ramsey stormed into Bradley's office where he was conversing with Isaac. He was frustrated that Frank Parker had once again disallowed Ramsey to do his job.
""Excuse me, Mr. Ramsey, but am I wrong in believing that you are the head of security in this facility?" Isaac related.
"Yes." Came Ramsey's reply
"Then I don't see why you should be in here consulting Bradley on the whereabouts of your charge." Isaac chastised him. Ramsey had intruded in on an important conversation that had been needed to take place for a couple of days since.
"Fine, but, Dr. should you need to backstep anytime soon, go look for Donovan. If he's not with his wild gallivanting freak of a friend."
"Excuse me, who's got a 'freak of a friend' who 'gallivants'?"
"Ah, Dr. Vukovic. Where the hell is Parker!?"
"How should I know, Mr. Ramsey, you're the head of security," Ramsey glared at her.
"If I have to be asked that question again, I am going to kill Frank when he decides to get his smelly 'conundrum' ass back in here."
"Calm down, Nate, you'll find him sooner or later, how do you know if he's not just done a backstep?" Bradley put an end to Ramsey's anger movement.
"Mr. Ramsey, how did you loose Parker with all those new secret cameras you put in his quarters?" Isaac begun the half severed argument.
"You did what to his quarters?!" Olga was mortified at the intrusion of privacy and silently resolved to remove the cameras. Ramsey smirked at her and silently added;
"That's one over the resident commie for Ramsey."
"And, don't forget the ones in the vents to prevent him from using them to escape.." Isaac wouldn't let it go and Ramsey couldn't take the subtle hints dropped by Bradley.
"He's not on those, 'doctor' Isaac, if the idiot was, would I be in here?" Another scathing comment on the extent that Ramsey went through to make the life of his charge miserable was cut at the bud by a well placed phone call. Bradley eyed each individual in the room one and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" After a short pause, "Frank, where are you? Mr. Ramsey is not impressed, have you done a backstep?"
"Yeah, Bradley, tell Rams that I miss him too. Oh, yeah, I have done a backstep, however it was unsuccessful."
"How so?"
"We didn't make the whole seven days."
"We?"
"You sent me back with Colonel Jack O'niell of the SGC. That's where I am now. Major Carter and the rest of the team are figuring out a way to defeat the goaulds or whatever."
"Are you suggesting that you stay at the SGC for the time being Frank?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind, Bradley."
"No, sure, go right ahead."
"Alright, well, I have to go help with a battle plan or something, send my regards to Olga will you?"
"Alright, bye, Frank." Bradley put down the phone and turned to Isaac, a silent exchange went between them. The rest of the team needed to know the position that Frank had been placed into and Donovan needed to be put on alert.
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1900 hours, Day 1
"General with the help that Colonel O'neill was able to offer regarding the events of the previous time line, I was able to pin point roughly where the goa'uld attack was originating." Sam pressed a few buttons on the remote and an image flicked onto the wall of the SGC briefing room.
Everyone was present, intently listening to what she had to say and how she would instruct them. She wasn't the tactical officer but they all had to admit that she did have a knack for pulling brilliant ideas out of her butt, as Jack had once put it.
"Now, the Colonel said that Anubis, Osiris and Horus had entered through the south entrance of the SGC, SG-1 had taken a hiding position in the storage compartments in these areas," She pointed to the areas that she was referring to. She pressed a few buttons and an image with red dots and silver lines appeared.
"SG-1 were trying to reach General Hammond, on their way they were never confronted by Jaffa. If the ducking and hiding situation went on for about an hour before SG-1 reached the briefing room, which joins the General's office, then we can assume that the goa'uld had taken a route in a south easterly direction, which would have taken them directly to the gate room and through the back door of the General's office. To counter and possible stop the goa'uld from taking the base we have to post forces here, here and here." She pointed to the mouth of the mountain complex and two secret bunkers 200 and 400 metres away from the mouth.
"Anything else, Major?" General Hammond asked.
"Yes, we've found the goa'uld mother ships, Sir, the Colonel has suggested that SG-1 move into the offensive, break into the ships and try to either drive them off or destroy them."
"Ah General, what happened to contacting the Nox?" Jack suddenly said.
"Colonel, I think that in planning we realized that none of our other allies could help us, this caused us to look toward the Nox, before realizing that they couldn't help us, they are a people who despise war, we couldn't ask them to confront it for us."
"Sir, what did the president say?" A wry grin appeared on Jack's face.
"I neglected to inform him, Colonel."
Sam cleared her throat and their attention turned back to her. "General, I'd like to request that we put all military troops on alert and in place to back up the SGC and SG-1. However, as the Colonel and Mr. Parker have informed me, in the last time line when the NSA reached the president he was already a goa'uld, he might already be one now. We don't know when he was made."
"The president is presently not a goa'uld, Major Carter." Teal'c reassured her.
"Teal'c is right, the president is on his way to Camp David, where he will be well protected by a team of Jaffa, who arrived with Ry'ac and Bra'tac an hour ago, they are already on their way. Anything else Major?"
"No, General."
"Well, lets get moving people." As the main group of SGC personnel left the general pulled Sam aside. Seeing this Jack, Teal'c, Jonas and Frank Parker held back after the throng of people. "Major, if you see this through I am putting you up for commendation."
Sam was shocked, even though it wasn't the first time that the General had put her up for a surprise commendation. "Thank you, Sir." She managed to stammer. Hanging back in the corner with the rest of SG-1, Colonel Jack O'neill smiled, feeling that his major was long overdue for a promotion.
"Good work, Major." Sam smiled, it was the second time that he had witnessed her being commended on her efforts, "Keep this up and you'll outrank me soon." He put his arm around her shoulder in a classic show of camaraderie as the five of them left the briefing room together.
"Uh, O'neill?" Frank tapped him on the shoulder.
"Yeah what?"
"I'm going with SG-1 aren't I?"
"Ah, damn. Forgot about that. Yeah, sure. The more the merrier."
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2300 hours, Day 1
"Umm. If you don't mind me asking, how big exactly are the Goa'uld mother ships?" Frank tapped Carter on the shoulder hoping that unlike Jack she wouldn't give him a sarcastic answer. Jack got to the punch first.
"Well we're not wasting so much C4 for a tiny little shuttle now are we, Frank?"
"Should've known, Jack." He said exchanging a glance with Carter.
"I saw that." The comment only caused Sam to smile, which was the desired effect from the Colonel.
"So what are we going to do with it?"
"Frank, what else do you do with C4? We're not going to cook them dinner, you know. We're actually trying to destroy them. You know, blow them up?"
"Jack, I'm not stupid-"
"Could've fooled me."
"I'm going to ignore that, Jack. What I'm saying is that if you blow up the ships, wont people see?" Frank raised his eyebrows in a mock gesture, he thought that he had won the round.
"We have already thought of that, Mr. Parker. The C4 is laced so that when it detonates a virus will be introduced into the mainframe of the Goa'uld mother ships, its destructive power will cause the ships to become no more." Teal'c then returned to the task of packing C4 into his backpack.
"Ohh, that's good."
"Okay, are we ready?" Jack looked for a nod from each person inside the armory. "Good, lets move out, people." SG-1 and Frank Parker walked to the elevator shaft and as soon as the doors had closed and they began to rise to the surface, Jack noticed something had gone amiss. "Uh, Major, how are we going to get into the ships?"
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0200 hours, Day 2
"Oh, crap, hadn't thought about that one." Jack winced. "They have those new shield thingos don't they?"
"Yes, sir." Sam stated plainly.
"Ok, an even better question, how are we going to get to the mother ships without being detected?" No one had thought about that either. Jack stopped pacing for answers and sat down. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he abruptly turned to look. "Daniel, so nice of you to come and join us. Day off?" he whispered.
"Yea, Jack."
"Is it Oma Desala Day or something?"
"No such thing."
"So then that just leaves 'pity for the mortals who have just landed in a giant pile of goauld defacation' day."
"Excuse me, sir, did you say something?" it was Sam. Daniel in his effervescent form chuckled. Jack glared at him.
"No Sam, keep thinking."
"Jack why are you so bitter?"
"Daniel why are you here and why can't the others see you?"
"Jack you already know the answer to the second question and I'm here just because."
"Well, do you have anyway to get us out of here?" Then to Sam "Are you done yet Major?"
"Still thinking Sir."
"What about the X-303, Jack?" It was Daniel.
"Sir, what about the X-303 prototype?" It was Jonas. Jack considered for a moment.
"We wont all fit, Sir." That was Carter.
"What about the Goa'uld cargo ship we captured some time ago, O'neill?"
"See, a good idea," Jack looked smugly at Daniel, Sam caught the general direction of the gaze.
"Sir, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing, Major." Then to Teal'c, "Perfect."
"So I forgot, Jack, I can't remember everything you know." Jack ignored him.
"So Teal'c, where, pray tell, is the cargo ship?"
Teal'c looked at Jack strangely for a brief moment before deciding that this was just the Colonel in stress mode. "It is in the chamber about the stargate."
Jack mentally hit himself in the head, "Well, that would make sense wouldn't it? Lets go get it campers."
"Huh?" Frank glanced confusedly around and caught Teal'c's eyes.
"O'neill often refers to us in this manner when we are about to embark on a dangerous mission." Frank still looked somewhat confused.
"Right. So even if we get the ship thingo, how are we going to get there? To the mother ships?"
Jack glanced at the others and Daniel. "How naïve." He said quietly to Daniel. "Well, Parker, we hide and evade and get there eventually, just like usual." A brief smile went through SG-1, Frank was still out of the loop.
"Jack, we're in the middle of the freakin' desert. There's just sand, sand and undoubtedly more bloody sand. Correct me if I'm wrong, but there's nothing that we can really hide behind, we'll get shot down." The faint smiles continued through SG-1.
"Are you finished yet?"
"No. How could you still be alive and take these risks all the ti-"
"It's called a cloaking device, Newbie."
"Wow, someone questioning your authority. doesn't happen often."
"Shut up Danny boy." Jack glared.
"What did you say Sir?" Sam looked at him with confusion and concern. Something was bothering him and she thought that she could hear him use terms that he used to refer to Daniel as. She was afraid that her CO was finally cracking, but she didn't want to think about loosing him. She'd asked him the question a few times and every time he just brushed her off.
Jack turned away from Sam and to Daniel. "Seriously, why wont you let the others see you?"
"They really don't need to see me do they?"
"No, but they think I'm crazy!"
"Well, you are sometimes."
"Don't push it, danny boy. What are you doing here anyway?"
"I've just got time off."
"What from your busy schedule?"
"Sorta." By this time Jack could hear conspiratorial whispers and Teal'c announce;
"It appears that Colonel O'neill is talking to himself."
"I'm not!"
"Don't tell them Jack!" Jack glared defeated at Daniel.
"Fine," he whispered. "Hmm, so maybe I am, but I'm a bit whacko aren't I?" This scored him strange looks from the rest of SG-1 and Frank and chuckles from Daniel.
Sam broke the silence. "Sir, we're all ready we should go and get the cargo ship now."
Tbc.
A/N. well you can review now. as I might have said before, you can say anything. you can even tell me that I should be gaoled for the gruesome 'power' that I release from my fingers, or how I mutilate the keyboard with my acidic filth, or even how you wish you could cut my hands off so I would stop writing gibberish and these annoying author's notes (that and gibberish, I know, same thing- so you can even comment on how inferior you believe my intellect to be) Well, I'll leave you to it.