Title: X-313
Author: Nym Washi
Summary: Sometimes life throws challenges, it's how we react that counts
Season: Future-I've seen up to Space Race
Spoilers: Anything up to mid Season Seven
Rating: PG-So far
Pairings: Nothing other than show scripted canon
Archive: Please ask me first
Cultural Note: In Australia (where I live) we have these freakish storms that whip up in under an hour and cause lot's of damage, hail the size of golf balls and wind gusts strong enough to knock out power lines. In the wet season they appear very quickly and without warning, often with only minimal notice for those in their path.
Disclaimer: If I owned them the series would be different, just borrowing, I'll clean up when I'm done.

Author's Notes: A little more this time, but I'm busy so I'll update when I can.


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Tuesday 20 January 2004 - 1745 hours

An acrid scent hit Daniel's nostrils as he groaned and rolled over. He cracked his eyes open, that scent was way to familiar. He groaned again, he knew he'd recognised that scent. The familiar walls of the infirmary greeted him with their white white brightness.

Dr. Jackson, good to see you up and awake. You gave us a bit of a scare there for awhile. Janet Fraiser sidled up to the bed and batted Daniel's hands away as she checked his pupils responses. How do you feel?

Like a tree hit me. The archaeologist paused a moment. Did a tree hit me? Janet tried hard not to laugh and she was pretty sure she covered it fairly well.

Actually, you did. Janet checked his pulse point. Teal'c and the Colonel lifted the tree off you and brought you back. You've been out for almost six hours.

Daniel reached up and rubbed his face with one hand. Is he pissed? Janet looked at him out of the corner of her eyes as she marked his chart.

Who Daniel? She asked innocently. Rubbing his face again he sighed.

Jack. Is he pissed? Janet replaced his chart and crossed her arms.

Luckily for you he's not here. Daniel paused mid face rub and stared at her.

Have they found Sam? He asked quietly.

No, he's offworld with Teal'c. SG-13 ran into trouble offworld and the General sent them and SG-3.

Well, what about Sam? Are they still looking for her? Daniel started to get an edge of panic to his voice.

Daniel, there's been some weather problems on the planet. We haven't been able to get through successfully. Daniel opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the loudspeaker.

UNSCHEDULED OFFWORLD ACTIVATION! MEDICAL TEAM TO THE GATE ROOM! Janet looked at Daniel.

I have to go, stay here. You were out for a long time and I need to keep you under observation. Daniel nodded and vaguely waved his hand at her as the Doctor raced out the door. As soon as she was gone Daniel checked to make sure none of her lackeys were around before sneaking out of the infirmary.

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Tuesday 20 January 2004 - Exact Time Unknown

Sam hit the ground with a thud and lay trying to fill her lungs with air for a moment before she remembered what she was doing. Scrambling to all fours Carter looked about wildly for the metal pole she'd scavenged from the wreckage of the X-313. Her hand closed around it and she lashed out behind her, feeling a burst of satisfaction as it connected with it's target.

After the storm had finally cleared Sam had set out again, hoping she was on the relative trail of her flight path. When she'd found she couldn't repair the radio she started pulling it apart and level pieces wedged in trees and stuck to rocks, a sort of Hanzel and Gretel trail.

The Major had made her way through about half the radio when the cat decided it was tired of waiting and pounced knocking her to the ground. She hadn't even heard it coming and now she was fighting to stop it killing her. Already a few swipes had knocked her swiftly to the ground leaving a large cut on one arm and a series of shallow scratches done one side of her face. Sam had landed a few of her own hits too, but the cat was far larger than she was. If she wanted to make it out of the scrap alive she had to start getting creative.


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Tuesday 20 January 2004 - 1930 hours

Dr. Fraiser knocked on the General's door before heading through. She knew he was expecting her with the medical report. Hammond looked up from his desk as the doctor walked through the door and gestured for her to sit. He was finishing up a phone call.

On the red phone.

Yes, I understand that Mr. President. He was speaking into the receiver trying to keep and edge of calm in his voice. We now know she did not stay on the flight path. No sir, evidently the winds were stronger than projected. Yes sir, Colonel O'Neill was one of the injured coming back with SG-13. The General was silent for a moment, the tinny voice of the president could be heard through the phone. I realise that sir, but you have to understand the importance Major Carter poses to this facility. I have it on good authority that there is a substantial chance she survived the crash if in fact the X-313 did crash and she was unable to land it. General Hammond sighed loudly. Yes sir, I understand. With that he hung up the bright phone.

Bad news? Janet ventured. The General sighed again.

The President will only approve one final search for Major Carter.


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Nym - 03/04/2004