Title: Getting to Know You: Part 9
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Solitudes,
Summary: Did they make it? Did they misdial?
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Note: Thank you very much to all of the people that send reviews! I am very grateful! : )
~ Getting to Know You: Part 9 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
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For a moment, Nathan thought that he was dead.
As he stepped through the stargate, it seemed to close in around him. He couldn't breathe. He closed his eyes against the onslaught of colour and brightness that almost blinded him. His arms felt stiff and heavy - he could not move them. He couldn't even open his mouth to breathe.
He began to panic. Time seemed to be moving a lot more slowly than it had been, and where the hell was Charlie? He tried to calm himself down, but it didn't work. His chest became tighter, his breaths were more drawn and his throat burned, as if someone was strangling him from the inside...
Then, suddenly, it was all over. The grasping hand released its hold, and he fell back to earth, literally, with a bump. The pain from his throat and chest moved up his back and to his neck. He rolled over onto his side and groaned, and that was when he heard Charlie.
"Whoo!" he said, stumbling out of the gate, tripping over his own feet and landing on top of Nathan, "That was some ride!"
"You could say that," Nathan mumbled, trying to sit up, "Oh, I think I'm going to be sick."
Charlie shook his head mockingly. "Ooh. Shouldn't have eaten that big lunch."
"Shut up," Nathan said, sitting up and putting his head between his legs to stop the nausea, "You're just acting macho. I bet you feel like you're gonna be tossing your cookies."
"Take it like a man!" Charlie moaned dramatically, putting his hands on his hips, "Why do you have to..."
Suddenly, a staff blast ripped through the air and embedded itself in the wall, just three inches above Charlie's head.
"AAAGGGHHH!" Charlie yelled. Nathan's head snapped up.
"Come on!" he shouted, grabbing hold of Charlie's wrist and diving to the right, narrowly avoiding a second blast that was aimed for his chest.
"Now look," Charlie shouted, "You've alerted them to our presence!"
Nathan's blood began to boil. "If we weren't being fired at by a bunch of aliens, I would smack you!" he yelled.
"Over there!" Charlie said, a little quieter, "There's a patch of trees - we can hide."
"They obviously want us dead," Nathan replied, "I don't think we'll be able to hide from them for long."
"Yeah - my dad's probably being a total ass to them," Charlie chuckled, as the two boys hid themselves amongst the foliage.
"Yeah," Nathan agreed.
**********
Sam opened her eyes and looked wearily around her. She was, at least, conscious, but was not greeted by a pleasant scene. She and Colonel O'Neill were sitting in a small room, with nothing but a tiny window and a small grate towards the top of the ceiling. He was still out cold on the floor, after a heavy beating from the jaffa.
She touched two fingers gingerly to the back of her head and winced as they came away covered in blood. She gently knelt down next to Jack and felt for his pulse - it was still there, and still strong. Thank goodness for that - she couldn't bear it if she had another repeat of what happened when they were in Antarctica.
He would soon wake up - the jaffa would come, he would lip them off, he would be dragged off and beaten. It had been the same for as long as Sam could remember.
She sat back on her heels and let out a hopeless sigh. This was the sort of situation that needed one of her 'typically insane' ideas to get out of.
Unfortunately, she wasn't big on those at the moment. She was concentrating on keeping herself and her commanding officer alive for as long as possible.
He wasn't making it easy for her.
**********
Nathan held his breath as the jaffa stomped past, their heavy boots making deep imprints in the rough ground. Charlie was sat hunched beside him, and Nathan suddenly noticed that he had a rather large twig sticking in his left ear. He stuffed his fist into his mouth in an attempt to calm his laughter. Charlie looked at him out of the corner of one eye and his eyebrow arched. He clearly didn't find it as funny as Nathan did.
Once the jaffa had passed, Nathan cast a fearful look out of their hiding place - he could see a small building that was about a quarter of a mile away from them. In the distance, it was shrouded by mist. Tollana was a big place, but it had only just come around to daylight. With a sinking stomach, Nathan realised that they hadn't really thought this plan through; that his mother and Charlie's father could have been miles away from them.
A rough punch brought him back to his senses. He turned around and saw Charlie sitting there, looking triumphant.
"What?" Nathan asked, "You're upset because I was laughing when you had a twig in your ear? Please!"
Charlie said nothing, but had a tight-lipped expression on his face. Nathan didn't know it yet, but there was a large, bushy bit of twig stuck in his hair, which protruded from behind his right ear. It made him look as if he had a horn.
"Where now, brains?" Charlie asked, crawling out of the bush and stretching himself, groaning as he heard a click in his knee.
"You're getting old," Nathan muttered. "I saw a small building through a gap in the trees - I think it's about 1/4 mile away from here."
"One quarter?" Charlie groused, "Aw.."
"Just get on with it!" Nathan snapped, rubbing at his back, "We'll be there before you know anything about it."
With that, he was off. Charlie had to run to keep up with him.
**********
A familiar groan told Sam that Jack was waking up. She crossed back to his side and anxiously waited.
"Damned jaffa..." he grouched, trying to sit up.
"Careful, sir," Sam said, "They-"
"Beat me up pretty bad?" Jack snapped, "I think I know that, Captain."
"Yes, sir," she replied quietly.
Jack was silent for a moment, wishing that he hadn't snapped at her.
"Captain..."
"It's fine, sir," she said quietly, "It's not your fault that we came to Tollana, so don't apologise for it."
"If it wasn't for Narim..." Jack muttered.
"It wasn't his fault either!" Sam said, "How could he have known that this would happen?"
Jack shrugged. "He's an alien."
**********
Nathan and Charlie finally reached the building and saw that they had two options. One - they go in the front door and definitely get blown to pieces. Two - they go through the grate and probably get blown to pieces.
Nathan decided for them. He stood on the tips of his toes and lifted up the grate, squeezing himself into it.
"Careful you don't get your butt stuck!" Charlie chuckled. He soon stopped when Nathan kicked him in the face. "Ow!"
"Hurry up!" Nathan's muffled voice answered.
"Okay, okay," Charlie said, pulling himself up into the small hole and sealing the grate behind him.
*********
Sam sat back against the wall and sighed. The wound on her scalp was beginning to throb more, and a beating from a jaffa's staff weapon was beginning to appear in a bruise on her stomach.
Jack rolled over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. It was then that they started to hear the noises.
They were muffled at first, but steadily got louder. They were scraping noises, like something soft being rubbed against the inside of the wall.
Jack got up and went over to Sam.
"What the hell is that?" he asked.
That was when they heard the voices.
**********
"Ow!"
"Sorry. Shouldn't have had your huge butt in the way."
"Jackass."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm crawling through a blasted tunnel with you behind me - how can my butt not get in the way?"
"You're a jerk."
"Ah, for crying out loud!"
**********
Jack smarted. He left Sam's side and went over to the grate.
"Charlie?" he shouted.
"Agh!" came the muffled reply, "Jeez, dad, no need to shout!"
"What the hell are you doing?" Jack shouted, ignoring his son's request.
"Looking for you!" another voice replied.
"Nathan?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"Ah...hey mom," Nathan said, as he knocked the plate through onto the floor in front of Jack. He slithered out of the gap in the wall and fell in an unceremonious heap on the floor.
Sam went over to him and pulled him into her arms. Jack, however, was less forgiving.
"Charles O'Neill!" he hollered, "I am SO gonna kick your ass!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next time: Charlie's in for an ass-kicking. That's the least of his problems.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Solitudes,
Summary: Did they make it? Did they misdial?
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Note: Thank you very much to all of the people that send reviews! I am very grateful! : )
~ Getting to Know You: Part 9 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
**********
For a moment, Nathan thought that he was dead.
As he stepped through the stargate, it seemed to close in around him. He couldn't breathe. He closed his eyes against the onslaught of colour and brightness that almost blinded him. His arms felt stiff and heavy - he could not move them. He couldn't even open his mouth to breathe.
He began to panic. Time seemed to be moving a lot more slowly than it had been, and where the hell was Charlie? He tried to calm himself down, but it didn't work. His chest became tighter, his breaths were more drawn and his throat burned, as if someone was strangling him from the inside...
Then, suddenly, it was all over. The grasping hand released its hold, and he fell back to earth, literally, with a bump. The pain from his throat and chest moved up his back and to his neck. He rolled over onto his side and groaned, and that was when he heard Charlie.
"Whoo!" he said, stumbling out of the gate, tripping over his own feet and landing on top of Nathan, "That was some ride!"
"You could say that," Nathan mumbled, trying to sit up, "Oh, I think I'm going to be sick."
Charlie shook his head mockingly. "Ooh. Shouldn't have eaten that big lunch."
"Shut up," Nathan said, sitting up and putting his head between his legs to stop the nausea, "You're just acting macho. I bet you feel like you're gonna be tossing your cookies."
"Take it like a man!" Charlie moaned dramatically, putting his hands on his hips, "Why do you have to..."
Suddenly, a staff blast ripped through the air and embedded itself in the wall, just three inches above Charlie's head.
"AAAGGGHHH!" Charlie yelled. Nathan's head snapped up.
"Come on!" he shouted, grabbing hold of Charlie's wrist and diving to the right, narrowly avoiding a second blast that was aimed for his chest.
"Now look," Charlie shouted, "You've alerted them to our presence!"
Nathan's blood began to boil. "If we weren't being fired at by a bunch of aliens, I would smack you!" he yelled.
"Over there!" Charlie said, a little quieter, "There's a patch of trees - we can hide."
"They obviously want us dead," Nathan replied, "I don't think we'll be able to hide from them for long."
"Yeah - my dad's probably being a total ass to them," Charlie chuckled, as the two boys hid themselves amongst the foliage.
"Yeah," Nathan agreed.
**********
Sam opened her eyes and looked wearily around her. She was, at least, conscious, but was not greeted by a pleasant scene. She and Colonel O'Neill were sitting in a small room, with nothing but a tiny window and a small grate towards the top of the ceiling. He was still out cold on the floor, after a heavy beating from the jaffa.
She touched two fingers gingerly to the back of her head and winced as they came away covered in blood. She gently knelt down next to Jack and felt for his pulse - it was still there, and still strong. Thank goodness for that - she couldn't bear it if she had another repeat of what happened when they were in Antarctica.
He would soon wake up - the jaffa would come, he would lip them off, he would be dragged off and beaten. It had been the same for as long as Sam could remember.
She sat back on her heels and let out a hopeless sigh. This was the sort of situation that needed one of her 'typically insane' ideas to get out of.
Unfortunately, she wasn't big on those at the moment. She was concentrating on keeping herself and her commanding officer alive for as long as possible.
He wasn't making it easy for her.
**********
Nathan held his breath as the jaffa stomped past, their heavy boots making deep imprints in the rough ground. Charlie was sat hunched beside him, and Nathan suddenly noticed that he had a rather large twig sticking in his left ear. He stuffed his fist into his mouth in an attempt to calm his laughter. Charlie looked at him out of the corner of one eye and his eyebrow arched. He clearly didn't find it as funny as Nathan did.
Once the jaffa had passed, Nathan cast a fearful look out of their hiding place - he could see a small building that was about a quarter of a mile away from them. In the distance, it was shrouded by mist. Tollana was a big place, but it had only just come around to daylight. With a sinking stomach, Nathan realised that they hadn't really thought this plan through; that his mother and Charlie's father could have been miles away from them.
A rough punch brought him back to his senses. He turned around and saw Charlie sitting there, looking triumphant.
"What?" Nathan asked, "You're upset because I was laughing when you had a twig in your ear? Please!"
Charlie said nothing, but had a tight-lipped expression on his face. Nathan didn't know it yet, but there was a large, bushy bit of twig stuck in his hair, which protruded from behind his right ear. It made him look as if he had a horn.
"Where now, brains?" Charlie asked, crawling out of the bush and stretching himself, groaning as he heard a click in his knee.
"You're getting old," Nathan muttered. "I saw a small building through a gap in the trees - I think it's about 1/4 mile away from here."
"One quarter?" Charlie groused, "Aw.."
"Just get on with it!" Nathan snapped, rubbing at his back, "We'll be there before you know anything about it."
With that, he was off. Charlie had to run to keep up with him.
**********
A familiar groan told Sam that Jack was waking up. She crossed back to his side and anxiously waited.
"Damned jaffa..." he grouched, trying to sit up.
"Careful, sir," Sam said, "They-"
"Beat me up pretty bad?" Jack snapped, "I think I know that, Captain."
"Yes, sir," she replied quietly.
Jack was silent for a moment, wishing that he hadn't snapped at her.
"Captain..."
"It's fine, sir," she said quietly, "It's not your fault that we came to Tollana, so don't apologise for it."
"If it wasn't for Narim..." Jack muttered.
"It wasn't his fault either!" Sam said, "How could he have known that this would happen?"
Jack shrugged. "He's an alien."
**********
Nathan and Charlie finally reached the building and saw that they had two options. One - they go in the front door and definitely get blown to pieces. Two - they go through the grate and probably get blown to pieces.
Nathan decided for them. He stood on the tips of his toes and lifted up the grate, squeezing himself into it.
"Careful you don't get your butt stuck!" Charlie chuckled. He soon stopped when Nathan kicked him in the face. "Ow!"
"Hurry up!" Nathan's muffled voice answered.
"Okay, okay," Charlie said, pulling himself up into the small hole and sealing the grate behind him.
*********
Sam sat back against the wall and sighed. The wound on her scalp was beginning to throb more, and a beating from a jaffa's staff weapon was beginning to appear in a bruise on her stomach.
Jack rolled over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. It was then that they started to hear the noises.
They were muffled at first, but steadily got louder. They were scraping noises, like something soft being rubbed against the inside of the wall.
Jack got up and went over to Sam.
"What the hell is that?" he asked.
That was when they heard the voices.
**********
"Ow!"
"Sorry. Shouldn't have had your huge butt in the way."
"Jackass."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm crawling through a blasted tunnel with you behind me - how can my butt not get in the way?"
"You're a jerk."
"Ah, for crying out loud!"
**********
Jack smarted. He left Sam's side and went over to the grate.
"Charlie?" he shouted.
"Agh!" came the muffled reply, "Jeez, dad, no need to shout!"
"What the hell are you doing?" Jack shouted, ignoring his son's request.
"Looking for you!" another voice replied.
"Nathan?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"Ah...hey mom," Nathan said, as he knocked the plate through onto the floor in front of Jack. He slithered out of the gap in the wall and fell in an unceremonious heap on the floor.
Sam went over to him and pulled him into her arms. Jack, however, was less forgiving.
"Charles O'Neill!" he hollered, "I am SO gonna kick your ass!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next time: Charlie's in for an ass-kicking. That's the least of his problems.