CHAPTER ONE
SG-1 and SG-12 trampled through the snow to the alien building several hundred meters away. Sam had informed the group that it snowed here year round because the planet was incredibly far away from the sun.
When they reached the building, Daniel started writing down the symbols he saw. He pulled out a small digital camera and took images of the symbols. Jack surveyed the building with Sam, trying to find an opening of some sort. SG-12 surveyed the area surrounding them, in case of an attack. Teal'c seemed on edge, which was abnormal for him. It put everyone else on edge.
Jack sighed as he and Sam walked back to the side of the symbols.
"There's gotta be an easy way in," he mussed. "Abra Cadabra." Nothing happened. "Open sesame." Nothing.
Daniel shrugged his shoulders. Teal'c approached. "Fosgail," was all he said.
The panel of symbols slid back to reveal an icy room. Jack gaped at Teal'c and SG-1 entered.
The lighting appeared to be tall torches. Moving closer Jack could see no visible power source.
"Hot dog!" Jack exclaimed as he headed towards an icy table with what looked to be Zat guns.
They weren't Zats, but they were very similar. The glowing red power source had been replaced by a softer lavender shade. They were also sleeker.
Sam walked through the hard ground to a long block of ice. It was about five feet in length and two and a half feet high. It sat on a silver pedestal. Strange, Sam thought. She wondered why ice would be on a pedestal.
The group didn't notice Teal'c at the opening of the building. Daniel was busy trying to translate what looked to be lettering on some artifacts, instead of the symbols.
When Sam placed her hand on the block of ice, she took a better look at it. She could make out hands, arms, a dress on the figure, and a face. She realized someone was frozen inside the ice. Sam stumbled back, swearing.
"What?" Jack asked, setting down an uber-Zat gun (as he named it).
"There's a girl in this ice!"
"It is a tomb. If she is what I think she is, then she is most likely still alive," Teal'c replied.
"How can she be alive?" Sam asked, looking at the ice again.
"She is of the Fae," Teal'c said, as if it was obvious.
"Did you say Fae?" Daniel asked. He adjusted his glasses to get a look at her.
"Indeed, Daniel Jackson."
"The Fae is from human folklore," Daniel replied, explaining to Sam and Jack, who knew fairy tales.
"As they are Jaffa folklore."
"Not anymore," Jack replied, sarcastically.
Sam glanced at the ice. She could make out light colors, but not all the features. She had a small face, and dainty hands which grasped a small bouquet of wild flowers. It was almost eerie, Sam felt something else. It was as if the part of Jolinar which still lingered in her was telling her the girl was familiar. After more scrutiny of the girl, Sam noticed her ears were pointed sharply. Carter looked up at Teal'c.
Teal'c had backed away further. "They are dangerous."
Jack didn't believe him and announced, "Let's pack up all this and head out, kiddies." He looked around to see what needed to go. "See if we can carry the ice princess too. I'm sure Doc Fraiser would love to have a look at her."
"What about quarantine?" Daniel asked.
"The Fae have an excellent immune system and she most likely does not carry any pathogens," the Jaffa responded.
"Goa'uld?"
"No."
And with that, both teams headed out and carried the girl with them through the Stargate.
***
Upon entering the other side of the gate, Hammond and Frasier awaited their arrival. They had been informed of their findings and prepared for their arrival.
"She's shorter than I expected," Frasier said, as the ice was passed to a group heading for the infirmary.
"So what do you think?" Jack asked.
"The technology is a big find," Hammond replied. He glanced at the weapons and artifacts being boxed up.
"If only we knew how to use it," Daniel said. The archeologist stepped down from the ramp and towards the door. "The written language looks similar to ancient Celtic or Gaelic."
"Sweet," Jack said not understanding what that meant, heading towards the infirmary.
***
As the ice melted around the lithe body, blanketing and equipment for reviving was set up. Teal'c was certain she was alive, so Doctor Frasier was going to try to revive her. Janet took a sample of the ice and handed it over to a nurse, who quickly informed her it was only ten percent water. The other ninety percent a mineral she had never seen before.
"Not ice," Janet seemed dumbfounded at the discovery. This was probably why the girl was alive.
She put two fingers on the girl's neck, which now looked more like a petite woman, and checked for a pulse. When none was found, Janet picked up the paddles to revive her.
SG-1 and General Hammond looked on from the above room. They were totally engrossed in what this alien was. The Fae, which had shoulder length, dark, strawberry blonde hair, was pale like she had recently died. Her ears were indeed pointed and tipped deep purple. Her pale, pink lips were lush and in a slight pout. If one took a look at her, they would think she was sad about something. It was a compassionate look on her face. She had high cheek bones, which were colored pale blue and pale purple. Her skin near the cheek bones and the skin around her eyes was shiny, perhaps glittery. She wore a thin dress, which reached her knees and was ratted somewhat. It was held to her lithe collar bone by simple strings and the neck was rounded. Extra cloth was sewn to the collar, as if to give it style.
"Puck," Jack announced.
"Puck?" Daniel asked, almost concerned for his welfare.
"That's what I'm calling her," the man said.
"What if that's not her name?"
Jack shrugged, he didn't care. Sam chuckled and smiled. Teal'c glanced at General Hammond, who shook his head.
When Frasier approached Puck alarms signified she was awakening. Her heart beat once, and took a break. It continued this pattern for several minutes until it slid into a normal rhythm.
Frasier looked up at the team for any possible support and then back to Puck, whose eyes fluttered and then snapped open.
Puck's dark eyes glanced all around her. They were hazel, possibly a dark sea green.
"Hello," Fraiser said softly, unsure of who or what Puck was.
Puck looked around her for a split second. Then she bolted upright and tried to run for the open door, only a few leaps away. She screamed, but it came out as shrill squeaks and then she fell as she tried to run. She was only a step away from the bed she had laid on. Puck flared her arms, arguing with herself. She was hefted by two nurses back to the bed. She squealed in anger and frustration and fought to get free, but it was no use. Puck's strength had not returned to her. She couldn't even feel her legs.
While fighting to get free, Fraiser injected her with anesthesia. Puck screamed in pain. She did not pass out.
"What the hell?" Fraiser asked no one in particular. She had never seen someone so small not pass out from a normal sized injection of anesthesia.
Another needle was inserted into Puck's skin. She screamed again but this time her body began to relax. She didn't fall asleep, but she was limp. She looked around her, appearing to be frightened for her life.
"We aren't trying to hurt you," Doctor Janet Fraiser explained.
The girl didn't understand. She turned her head away in a snap and stared at a wall. She didn't respond to anyone who spoke to her.
Another needle punctured her skin. Puck's eyes widened with the pain again. The needle filled with dark, purple blood. Fraiser stared at the dark liquid. It was thicker than any intelligent being she had ever seen. The vial of blood was handed to a nurse to scan its makeup.
Sam entered the infirmary, to help in anyway she could now that Puck had been partially sedated.
"I'm afraid to try to sedate her further, I don't know what the anesthesia does to her," Janet explained.
Carter nodded and pulled a stool over to Puck's bed. Carter sat down and stared at the big, fearful eyes. "I'm Samantha. I don't know if you can understand me, but our people are related. We don't mean to scare you. We're trying to help you."
It was useless to everyone but Samantha to try to communicate with her for the time being. Sam insisted on getting through to her, at least make her believe she was completely safe. A few minutes later, the girl fell asleep. Sam sat back in the stool, thinking about how they would help her. Or how she could help them.
SG-1 and SG-12 trampled through the snow to the alien building several hundred meters away. Sam had informed the group that it snowed here year round because the planet was incredibly far away from the sun.
When they reached the building, Daniel started writing down the symbols he saw. He pulled out a small digital camera and took images of the symbols. Jack surveyed the building with Sam, trying to find an opening of some sort. SG-12 surveyed the area surrounding them, in case of an attack. Teal'c seemed on edge, which was abnormal for him. It put everyone else on edge.
Jack sighed as he and Sam walked back to the side of the symbols.
"There's gotta be an easy way in," he mussed. "Abra Cadabra." Nothing happened. "Open sesame." Nothing.
Daniel shrugged his shoulders. Teal'c approached. "Fosgail," was all he said.
The panel of symbols slid back to reveal an icy room. Jack gaped at Teal'c and SG-1 entered.
The lighting appeared to be tall torches. Moving closer Jack could see no visible power source.
"Hot dog!" Jack exclaimed as he headed towards an icy table with what looked to be Zat guns.
They weren't Zats, but they were very similar. The glowing red power source had been replaced by a softer lavender shade. They were also sleeker.
Sam walked through the hard ground to a long block of ice. It was about five feet in length and two and a half feet high. It sat on a silver pedestal. Strange, Sam thought. She wondered why ice would be on a pedestal.
The group didn't notice Teal'c at the opening of the building. Daniel was busy trying to translate what looked to be lettering on some artifacts, instead of the symbols.
When Sam placed her hand on the block of ice, she took a better look at it. She could make out hands, arms, a dress on the figure, and a face. She realized someone was frozen inside the ice. Sam stumbled back, swearing.
"What?" Jack asked, setting down an uber-Zat gun (as he named it).
"There's a girl in this ice!"
"It is a tomb. If she is what I think she is, then she is most likely still alive," Teal'c replied.
"How can she be alive?" Sam asked, looking at the ice again.
"She is of the Fae," Teal'c said, as if it was obvious.
"Did you say Fae?" Daniel asked. He adjusted his glasses to get a look at her.
"Indeed, Daniel Jackson."
"The Fae is from human folklore," Daniel replied, explaining to Sam and Jack, who knew fairy tales.
"As they are Jaffa folklore."
"Not anymore," Jack replied, sarcastically.
Sam glanced at the ice. She could make out light colors, but not all the features. She had a small face, and dainty hands which grasped a small bouquet of wild flowers. It was almost eerie, Sam felt something else. It was as if the part of Jolinar which still lingered in her was telling her the girl was familiar. After more scrutiny of the girl, Sam noticed her ears were pointed sharply. Carter looked up at Teal'c.
Teal'c had backed away further. "They are dangerous."
Jack didn't believe him and announced, "Let's pack up all this and head out, kiddies." He looked around to see what needed to go. "See if we can carry the ice princess too. I'm sure Doc Fraiser would love to have a look at her."
"What about quarantine?" Daniel asked.
"The Fae have an excellent immune system and she most likely does not carry any pathogens," the Jaffa responded.
"Goa'uld?"
"No."
And with that, both teams headed out and carried the girl with them through the Stargate.
***
Upon entering the other side of the gate, Hammond and Frasier awaited their arrival. They had been informed of their findings and prepared for their arrival.
"She's shorter than I expected," Frasier said, as the ice was passed to a group heading for the infirmary.
"So what do you think?" Jack asked.
"The technology is a big find," Hammond replied. He glanced at the weapons and artifacts being boxed up.
"If only we knew how to use it," Daniel said. The archeologist stepped down from the ramp and towards the door. "The written language looks similar to ancient Celtic or Gaelic."
"Sweet," Jack said not understanding what that meant, heading towards the infirmary.
***
As the ice melted around the lithe body, blanketing and equipment for reviving was set up. Teal'c was certain she was alive, so Doctor Frasier was going to try to revive her. Janet took a sample of the ice and handed it over to a nurse, who quickly informed her it was only ten percent water. The other ninety percent a mineral she had never seen before.
"Not ice," Janet seemed dumbfounded at the discovery. This was probably why the girl was alive.
She put two fingers on the girl's neck, which now looked more like a petite woman, and checked for a pulse. When none was found, Janet picked up the paddles to revive her.
SG-1 and General Hammond looked on from the above room. They were totally engrossed in what this alien was. The Fae, which had shoulder length, dark, strawberry blonde hair, was pale like she had recently died. Her ears were indeed pointed and tipped deep purple. Her pale, pink lips were lush and in a slight pout. If one took a look at her, they would think she was sad about something. It was a compassionate look on her face. She had high cheek bones, which were colored pale blue and pale purple. Her skin near the cheek bones and the skin around her eyes was shiny, perhaps glittery. She wore a thin dress, which reached her knees and was ratted somewhat. It was held to her lithe collar bone by simple strings and the neck was rounded. Extra cloth was sewn to the collar, as if to give it style.
"Puck," Jack announced.
"Puck?" Daniel asked, almost concerned for his welfare.
"That's what I'm calling her," the man said.
"What if that's not her name?"
Jack shrugged, he didn't care. Sam chuckled and smiled. Teal'c glanced at General Hammond, who shook his head.
When Frasier approached Puck alarms signified she was awakening. Her heart beat once, and took a break. It continued this pattern for several minutes until it slid into a normal rhythm.
Frasier looked up at the team for any possible support and then back to Puck, whose eyes fluttered and then snapped open.
Puck's dark eyes glanced all around her. They were hazel, possibly a dark sea green.
"Hello," Fraiser said softly, unsure of who or what Puck was.
Puck looked around her for a split second. Then she bolted upright and tried to run for the open door, only a few leaps away. She screamed, but it came out as shrill squeaks and then she fell as she tried to run. She was only a step away from the bed she had laid on. Puck flared her arms, arguing with herself. She was hefted by two nurses back to the bed. She squealed in anger and frustration and fought to get free, but it was no use. Puck's strength had not returned to her. She couldn't even feel her legs.
While fighting to get free, Fraiser injected her with anesthesia. Puck screamed in pain. She did not pass out.
"What the hell?" Fraiser asked no one in particular. She had never seen someone so small not pass out from a normal sized injection of anesthesia.
Another needle was inserted into Puck's skin. She screamed again but this time her body began to relax. She didn't fall asleep, but she was limp. She looked around her, appearing to be frightened for her life.
"We aren't trying to hurt you," Doctor Janet Fraiser explained.
The girl didn't understand. She turned her head away in a snap and stared at a wall. She didn't respond to anyone who spoke to her.
Another needle punctured her skin. Puck's eyes widened with the pain again. The needle filled with dark, purple blood. Fraiser stared at the dark liquid. It was thicker than any intelligent being she had ever seen. The vial of blood was handed to a nurse to scan its makeup.
Sam entered the infirmary, to help in anyway she could now that Puck had been partially sedated.
"I'm afraid to try to sedate her further, I don't know what the anesthesia does to her," Janet explained.
Carter nodded and pulled a stool over to Puck's bed. Carter sat down and stared at the big, fearful eyes. "I'm Samantha. I don't know if you can understand me, but our people are related. We don't mean to scare you. We're trying to help you."
It was useless to everyone but Samantha to try to communicate with her for the time being. Sam insisted on getting through to her, at least make her believe she was completely safe. A few minutes later, the girl fell asleep. Sam sat back in the stool, thinking about how they would help her. Or how she could help them.