Author's Note: This story isn't actually set in any particular season, but
it's pre Jonas, and Teal'c has Junior, so it's relatively early on, I
suppose. (Obviously, it's after Jacob blended with Selmac) Mainly because I
like Jacob, and wanted to bring him in – and will whenever I can
~*~
Jack had once told him that a good landing was one you could walk away from. Shawn decided that if that was the only standard he had to go by, then his landing had been perfect. He hadn't landed the Attacker more than he'd controlled the crash, but it wasn't so bad for his first attempt. And he'd managed to walk away, more or les unhurt.
The inertia dampeners had cushioned most of the blow when he'd misjudged the distance to the ground and had shut off the thrusters to soon, dropping the craft the last two hundred feet, and the panel that his forehead had bumped hadn't been jagged, luckily, or he could have killed himself instead of just cutting his head open. He'd popped the canopy of the Attacker, bleeding and more than a little bruised, but it could have been much worse. If he got home, though, he was going to ask Thor why Asgard ships didn't have seatbelts.
He was more than a little self-conscious about peeing out in the open, but he had to go so bad by then that looking for someplace else wasn't an option. Then once that very urgent need out of the way, Shawn held his hand to his bloody forehead and limped to the large group of ruins.
They were scattered, as he'd known they would be. He got as far as the first set, and a wave of dizziness overtook him, probably from walking after being on his butt for so long, he decided. Whatever the reason, he allowed himself to slide to the floor of the ruins, leaning his back against the cool wall with a sigh. Before he could start to feel lonely and scared, however, everything went black.
~*~
Hammond relayed the Tok'ra's information to Thor, who relayed it to the Asgard that were out looking for the boy. The information didn't really give them all that much to work with, but it was a sign that Shawn hadn't crashed and burned somewhere, and that he was still alive, and that was far better than the alternatives.
Hammond had thought that O'Neill could relay the information, as a way to get the Colonel talking to the Asgard, but Jack's face had gone so stony at the very mention of the Asgard, Hammond had done it himself. No sense forcing something like that. O'Neill and the rest of SG-1 stayed close to the Command center for the next couple of hours, hoping to hear more good news, but there was no further detection of the craft, or the boy. At least, there were none by the Tok'ra. They only hoped that there weren't any by the Goa'uld, either.
SG-5 had been scheduled for a mission. Because they had to keep the iris open, the mission was cancelled. They didn't want to run the risk of pissing someone off and being chased back through the Stargate, bringing back who knew what? It was all they could do. That and wait.
"I wish we at least had an idea of where to look for him," Daniel said as SG-1 walked down the corridor towards the Commissary. Hammond had ordered them all out of the Command center unless something came up. O'Neill's gloomy face was bad enough, but Teal'c was downright nerve-racking to the people who were trying to go about their daily routines. The sun had been up for sometime by then, so Hammond has ordered them all to get something to eat, although the General himself stayed where he was.
"I know," Jack said. "You'd think the Asgard would put some kind of tracking thing on their ships. In case something like this happens."
"I do not believe this type of situation occurs often." Teal'c said. "The Asgard seem as uncertain of what to do as the rest of us."
"If they would have minded their own damned business in the first place, none of this would have happened."
They all agreed with that, so none of them even bothered to do more than nod, and it was a somber, almost angry group that walked into the Commissary and gathered breakfast.
"I've been thinking," Carter said, as she sat down at the table with a tray that held a banana and a muffin.
"About?"
"Even if Shawn does manage to find a planet with a Stargate, how is he going to dial home? He'd need to know the symbol for the planet he was on so he could have his origin."
Jack looked at Daniel for confirmation.
"I didn't think about that," Daniel said, bleakly. "The Asgard say he's familiar with the address for our Stargate, which would be his destination, but he'd still need that point of origin to plot the course. Sam's right."
"The symbols are usually found near the dialing device," Teal'c said.
"True. We know that. Hopefully he knows that as well."
"If he manages to find a planet with a Gate on it that isn't populated with a million Goa'uld or Jaffa. And if he manages to land the Attacker without killing himself." Jack said, glumly. "That's a lot of ifs."
"Have faith, Sir."
Jack didn't answer that.
~*~
Jack had once told him that a good landing was one you could walk away from. Shawn decided that if that was the only standard he had to go by, then his landing had been perfect. He hadn't landed the Attacker more than he'd controlled the crash, but it wasn't so bad for his first attempt. And he'd managed to walk away, more or les unhurt.
The inertia dampeners had cushioned most of the blow when he'd misjudged the distance to the ground and had shut off the thrusters to soon, dropping the craft the last two hundred feet, and the panel that his forehead had bumped hadn't been jagged, luckily, or he could have killed himself instead of just cutting his head open. He'd popped the canopy of the Attacker, bleeding and more than a little bruised, but it could have been much worse. If he got home, though, he was going to ask Thor why Asgard ships didn't have seatbelts.
He was more than a little self-conscious about peeing out in the open, but he had to go so bad by then that looking for someplace else wasn't an option. Then once that very urgent need out of the way, Shawn held his hand to his bloody forehead and limped to the large group of ruins.
They were scattered, as he'd known they would be. He got as far as the first set, and a wave of dizziness overtook him, probably from walking after being on his butt for so long, he decided. Whatever the reason, he allowed himself to slide to the floor of the ruins, leaning his back against the cool wall with a sigh. Before he could start to feel lonely and scared, however, everything went black.
~*~
Hammond relayed the Tok'ra's information to Thor, who relayed it to the Asgard that were out looking for the boy. The information didn't really give them all that much to work with, but it was a sign that Shawn hadn't crashed and burned somewhere, and that he was still alive, and that was far better than the alternatives.
Hammond had thought that O'Neill could relay the information, as a way to get the Colonel talking to the Asgard, but Jack's face had gone so stony at the very mention of the Asgard, Hammond had done it himself. No sense forcing something like that. O'Neill and the rest of SG-1 stayed close to the Command center for the next couple of hours, hoping to hear more good news, but there was no further detection of the craft, or the boy. At least, there were none by the Tok'ra. They only hoped that there weren't any by the Goa'uld, either.
SG-5 had been scheduled for a mission. Because they had to keep the iris open, the mission was cancelled. They didn't want to run the risk of pissing someone off and being chased back through the Stargate, bringing back who knew what? It was all they could do. That and wait.
"I wish we at least had an idea of where to look for him," Daniel said as SG-1 walked down the corridor towards the Commissary. Hammond had ordered them all out of the Command center unless something came up. O'Neill's gloomy face was bad enough, but Teal'c was downright nerve-racking to the people who were trying to go about their daily routines. The sun had been up for sometime by then, so Hammond has ordered them all to get something to eat, although the General himself stayed where he was.
"I know," Jack said. "You'd think the Asgard would put some kind of tracking thing on their ships. In case something like this happens."
"I do not believe this type of situation occurs often." Teal'c said. "The Asgard seem as uncertain of what to do as the rest of us."
"If they would have minded their own damned business in the first place, none of this would have happened."
They all agreed with that, so none of them even bothered to do more than nod, and it was a somber, almost angry group that walked into the Commissary and gathered breakfast.
"I've been thinking," Carter said, as she sat down at the table with a tray that held a banana and a muffin.
"About?"
"Even if Shawn does manage to find a planet with a Stargate, how is he going to dial home? He'd need to know the symbol for the planet he was on so he could have his origin."
Jack looked at Daniel for confirmation.
"I didn't think about that," Daniel said, bleakly. "The Asgard say he's familiar with the address for our Stargate, which would be his destination, but he'd still need that point of origin to plot the course. Sam's right."
"The symbols are usually found near the dialing device," Teal'c said.
"True. We know that. Hopefully he knows that as well."
"If he manages to find a planet with a Gate on it that isn't populated with a million Goa'uld or Jaffa. And if he manages to land the Attacker without killing himself." Jack said, glumly. "That's a lot of ifs."
"Have faith, Sir."
Jack didn't answer that.
