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Tomorrow came, and sleep had eluded the tired Colonel. He'd managed a mere few hours. Although he felt better for the few hours he'd had, he needed more. Upon waking up, he prepared for SG1's mission to God only knew where. He hadn't heard where. When the General spoke to him, he had probably mentioned the location, but he'd missed it.
Once he was ready, he headed down to the Gate Room for embarkation. The rest of the altered SG1 were there waiting.
"Good of you to join us Colonel. SG1, you have a go,"
the General called through the microphone, and SG1 walked the ramp to the awaiting Event Horizon.
Almost immediately after stepping through the Stargate and onto unknown terra-firma, the team were ambushed. Jumping to the nearest cover, they each collected a wound of some kind. Daniel a Zat to the leg, Teal'c the edge of a Staff blast to his hand, Captain Lewis a gun shot to his ankle, Jack a Staff blast to his abdomen. After all of them took a moment to recover from their assorted injuries, they grabbed for their weapons to retaliate.
"Get down!"
Jack yelled to them as the firing started growing stronger. They all followed their orders and he rose above his protective rock and fired furiously at the enemy, of which they were yet to even be introduced to.
A few minutes later, each from their own protective place, they heard nothing but silence. All raising their heads above their rocks and from around trees, the sight was enough to shock anyone into silence. Even Daniel.
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Revealing their hiding places was to no avail. The opposition were all deceased. Laying over rocks, sprawled out on the ground, was not only bodies, but the insides of them also. Blood stained the ground and anything else in its path. Three SG1 members crept, hobbled and ached out from their cover.
"Are they all dead?" Captain Lewis queried.
"Looks like it," Daniel mused.
"Where is O'Neill?"
Teal'c asked no one in particular. They all looked around.
"I don't see him."
"Wasn't he over here." Daniel thought aloud as he walked over to the rock he thought his friend was using as his cover. He was unfortunately right. And behind the rock, lay his friend. A sight no one would be amused by. There, in a pool of crimson, lay his friend. Bullet wounds weren't the worst of it. There was so much blood. Daniel had never seen so much. Not coming from one person alone especially. Shocked into silence momentarily, he stood staring.
"Daniel Jackson?"
"H.here," he stuttered. "He's here."
The other two members of the team noticed the manner of their comrade. Approaching slowly and carefully, they both saw the same site Daniel did. Lewis gasped.
"I uhh.I think we'd better get back to the SGC."
"I concur Daniel Jackson, O'Neill requires medical attention immediately."
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"General, we're receiving a signal."
"Who is it?"
"It's SG1."
"They only just left. Open the Iris,"
Hammond ordered. Moments later, the three team-members that were without blood spilling holes in their bodies walked through the event horizon.
"Colonel O'Neill requires medical attention immediately,"
Teal'c informed the people surrounding the gate ramp.
"Get a med-team in here stat!"
A few instants later, Dr. Fraiser and her team of nurses wheeling a operating gurney flocked into the Gate Room like spilling a jar of marbles. From all directions they honed in on the injured, and left with him, with Fraiser shouting commands to her other white gowned marbles.
"All of you get yourselves down to the Infirmary and get looked at. We'll debrief in one hour,"
the General ordered - but more as though he were concerned than as orders.
After a while, each of them were checked over by Dr. Warner, and all cleared. Daniel was fine excluding a headache for a while, Teal'c to be a little sore but generally ok - thanks to junior as Jack would say - and Lewis on crutches for about a week until his ankle was fit for walking. And then came the not so nice analysis of their commanding officer. They had no news on his condition yet, although they still anticipated it. Lewis headed off to his quarters - not terribly keen on getting involved.
Making himself scarce seemed the best option. While the remaining two waited, they sipped the hot brew that had become a significant part of their injured friend's routine of late. Quietly sitting and sipping at their coffee's, they each had worry imprinted in their minds. The mere sight of their friend had been bad enough - now the thoughts and possibilities of his survival were enough to make anyone go insane. Or at least break down.
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Tomorrow came, and sleep had eluded the tired Colonel. He'd managed a mere few hours. Although he felt better for the few hours he'd had, he needed more. Upon waking up, he prepared for SG1's mission to God only knew where. He hadn't heard where. When the General spoke to him, he had probably mentioned the location, but he'd missed it.
Once he was ready, he headed down to the Gate Room for embarkation. The rest of the altered SG1 were there waiting.
"Good of you to join us Colonel. SG1, you have a go,"
the General called through the microphone, and SG1 walked the ramp to the awaiting Event Horizon.
Almost immediately after stepping through the Stargate and onto unknown terra-firma, the team were ambushed. Jumping to the nearest cover, they each collected a wound of some kind. Daniel a Zat to the leg, Teal'c the edge of a Staff blast to his hand, Captain Lewis a gun shot to his ankle, Jack a Staff blast to his abdomen. After all of them took a moment to recover from their assorted injuries, they grabbed for their weapons to retaliate.
"Get down!"
Jack yelled to them as the firing started growing stronger. They all followed their orders and he rose above his protective rock and fired furiously at the enemy, of which they were yet to even be introduced to.
A few minutes later, each from their own protective place, they heard nothing but silence. All raising their heads above their rocks and from around trees, the sight was enough to shock anyone into silence. Even Daniel.
# # # # #
Revealing their hiding places was to no avail. The opposition were all deceased. Laying over rocks, sprawled out on the ground, was not only bodies, but the insides of them also. Blood stained the ground and anything else in its path. Three SG1 members crept, hobbled and ached out from their cover.
"Are they all dead?" Captain Lewis queried.
"Looks like it," Daniel mused.
"Where is O'Neill?"
Teal'c asked no one in particular. They all looked around.
"I don't see him."
"Wasn't he over here." Daniel thought aloud as he walked over to the rock he thought his friend was using as his cover. He was unfortunately right. And behind the rock, lay his friend. A sight no one would be amused by. There, in a pool of crimson, lay his friend. Bullet wounds weren't the worst of it. There was so much blood. Daniel had never seen so much. Not coming from one person alone especially. Shocked into silence momentarily, he stood staring.
"Daniel Jackson?"
"H.here," he stuttered. "He's here."
The other two members of the team noticed the manner of their comrade. Approaching slowly and carefully, they both saw the same site Daniel did. Lewis gasped.
"I uhh.I think we'd better get back to the SGC."
"I concur Daniel Jackson, O'Neill requires medical attention immediately."
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"General, we're receiving a signal."
"Who is it?"
"It's SG1."
"They only just left. Open the Iris,"
Hammond ordered. Moments later, the three team-members that were without blood spilling holes in their bodies walked through the event horizon.
"Colonel O'Neill requires medical attention immediately,"
Teal'c informed the people surrounding the gate ramp.
"Get a med-team in here stat!"
A few instants later, Dr. Fraiser and her team of nurses wheeling a operating gurney flocked into the Gate Room like spilling a jar of marbles. From all directions they honed in on the injured, and left with him, with Fraiser shouting commands to her other white gowned marbles.
"All of you get yourselves down to the Infirmary and get looked at. We'll debrief in one hour,"
the General ordered - but more as though he were concerned than as orders.
After a while, each of them were checked over by Dr. Warner, and all cleared. Daniel was fine excluding a headache for a while, Teal'c to be a little sore but generally ok - thanks to junior as Jack would say - and Lewis on crutches for about a week until his ankle was fit for walking. And then came the not so nice analysis of their commanding officer. They had no news on his condition yet, although they still anticipated it. Lewis headed off to his quarters - not terribly keen on getting involved.
Making himself scarce seemed the best option. While the remaining two waited, they sipped the hot brew that had become a significant part of their injured friend's routine of late. Quietly sitting and sipping at their coffee's, they each had worry imprinted in their minds. The mere sight of their friend had been bad enough - now the thoughts and possibilities of his survival were enough to make anyone go insane. Or at least break down.
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