"So you found the gate and then what? You were ambushed again?"
"Yes, Sir." Mitchell said. "Either the same ones, or different ones. This time, though, we were expecting something, and I didn't let the others fire back Just in case we were right and it was weapons fire that triggered the device. And I kept the radio that looked for EM waves."
"Smart." Jack said. "Better one of you lost than four. And the others could come back and find you with reinforcements." It was exactly what he would have done if it had been SG1 out there.
Mitchell nodded.
"So you've been walking for the last month?" asked Hammond.
"We had injuries," Mitchell said, "And we weren't sure exactly where we were going."
"We did come looking for you," O'Neill said softly. "More than once."
"I never doubted it for a minute Jack," Mitchell said, tiredly. "We were a long way out, though, and we knew we had to make it back on our own."
"And make it back you did!" Hammond said, smiling broadly, unable to hide his pride and relief. "SG-2 is on recovery leave until further notice."
"Actually, Sir," Colonel Mitchell said, holding up a hand. "We found something interesting, and I'd like permission to go back and check it out."
"Are you nuts?" Asked Jack, incredulously. "There's Jaffa waiting for you."
"They're probably gone," Mitchell said dismissively. She gestured to Anderson, who handed her a small stack of rumpled paper that was covered in drawings and sketches. "We found a small pyramid in a forest on our way back here," she said, taking the top paper off the stack, looking at it for a second, then handing it directly to Jackson, who looked at the sketch in surprise. "If I'm not mistaken, Dr. Jackson, that writing is the Ancient's, isn't it?"
"Yes," Jackson said, laying the paper down and pointing at another row of characters. "This isn't though."
"No, we didn't think so, either. Wilson thought it might be some kind of Chinese or Japanese, but it's nothing I've seen before. Which is why we copied it down to bring it back. Along with a lot of other stuff we saw."
Jackson looked at Mitchell, "Did you go in the pyramid?"
"No, we had too many other things on our minds, and we didn't have the supplies to stick around any one place for too long. I can find it again, though."
"I'd really like to check it out, General." Jackson told Hammond.
"Me, too, Sir." Mitchell said.
"You just got back," Hammond protested. "You need some rest."
"No, Sir. I'm not injured that badly, and a good night's sleep and I'll be ready."
"Me, too, Sir." Said Anderson, who had no intention of letting his commanding officer go back to that planet without him.
Hammond was silent for a minute, considering, then nodded, "If Doctor Fraiser clears you for duty, I'll authorize the mission, with SG1, since your team is two short."
"Yes, Sir," Said Mitchell.
"Yes, Sir," Parroted O'Neill, who didn't really want to go check the pyramid out, but, like Anderson, he had no intention of allowing Melony to go back to that place without him as backup.
Hammond stood up, "Get a good meal and a good night's sleep, and we'll do a pre check in the morning."
He left and Daniel stood up to come around to the other side of the table, his eyes on the stack of paper in front of Anderson.
"What else do you have there?" he asked. Mitchell handed him the next sheet.
"We weren't sure of the languages, Doctor Jackson, but we think there were five or six different ones. Or just a couple different versions of the same ones. Who knows? We recognized the Ancient's, and I'm pretty sure that one is Samarian, however, not all the ideograms are right. But I'll be the first to admit I'm hardly a expert."
"No, you're right, it's not exactly Samarian. Maybe a dialect of it, or something. I'm not sure." He stared at the paper, lost in thought, and O'Neill stood up and went to stand behind Mitchell, his hands on her shoulders. "Come on, you're supposed to get something to eat and get some sleep. Daniel can go over all that later. You too, Anderson, go get some dinner and then hit the rack."
"Yes, Sir." Anderson got to his feet slowly, pain obvious in every motion, and limped out the door.
"He took a nasty hit," Mitchell said as soon as the Major was out the door. "The first couple days I wasn't sure he was going to make it."
"He made it, and so did you," Jack said, smiling. "Let's go get something to eat."
Mitchell stood up, just as slowly as Anderson had, and gestured to all the papers, "You can take that stuff, Doctor Jackson. Just don't lose it."
Daniel grinned and gathered it all up into a neat stack, "Thanks, Colonel Mitchell, I'll take good care of it." Without another word, he left the room, apparently heading for his quarters.
O'Neill looked at Carter and Teal'c. "You two going to come eat with us?"
Carter shook her head, "If we're leaving tomorrow, I need to get some things done tonight. You go on without me."
"I will join you," Teal'c said, standing up and walking over to the other side of the table to stand next to Mitchell.
"Yes, Sir." Mitchell said. "Either the same ones, or different ones. This time, though, we were expecting something, and I didn't let the others fire back Just in case we were right and it was weapons fire that triggered the device. And I kept the radio that looked for EM waves."
"Smart." Jack said. "Better one of you lost than four. And the others could come back and find you with reinforcements." It was exactly what he would have done if it had been SG1 out there.
Mitchell nodded.
"So you've been walking for the last month?" asked Hammond.
"We had injuries," Mitchell said, "And we weren't sure exactly where we were going."
"We did come looking for you," O'Neill said softly. "More than once."
"I never doubted it for a minute Jack," Mitchell said, tiredly. "We were a long way out, though, and we knew we had to make it back on our own."
"And make it back you did!" Hammond said, smiling broadly, unable to hide his pride and relief. "SG-2 is on recovery leave until further notice."
"Actually, Sir," Colonel Mitchell said, holding up a hand. "We found something interesting, and I'd like permission to go back and check it out."
"Are you nuts?" Asked Jack, incredulously. "There's Jaffa waiting for you."
"They're probably gone," Mitchell said dismissively. She gestured to Anderson, who handed her a small stack of rumpled paper that was covered in drawings and sketches. "We found a small pyramid in a forest on our way back here," she said, taking the top paper off the stack, looking at it for a second, then handing it directly to Jackson, who looked at the sketch in surprise. "If I'm not mistaken, Dr. Jackson, that writing is the Ancient's, isn't it?"
"Yes," Jackson said, laying the paper down and pointing at another row of characters. "This isn't though."
"No, we didn't think so, either. Wilson thought it might be some kind of Chinese or Japanese, but it's nothing I've seen before. Which is why we copied it down to bring it back. Along with a lot of other stuff we saw."
Jackson looked at Mitchell, "Did you go in the pyramid?"
"No, we had too many other things on our minds, and we didn't have the supplies to stick around any one place for too long. I can find it again, though."
"I'd really like to check it out, General." Jackson told Hammond.
"Me, too, Sir." Mitchell said.
"You just got back," Hammond protested. "You need some rest."
"No, Sir. I'm not injured that badly, and a good night's sleep and I'll be ready."
"Me, too, Sir." Said Anderson, who had no intention of letting his commanding officer go back to that planet without him.
Hammond was silent for a minute, considering, then nodded, "If Doctor Fraiser clears you for duty, I'll authorize the mission, with SG1, since your team is two short."
"Yes, Sir," Said Mitchell.
"Yes, Sir," Parroted O'Neill, who didn't really want to go check the pyramid out, but, like Anderson, he had no intention of allowing Melony to go back to that place without him as backup.
Hammond stood up, "Get a good meal and a good night's sleep, and we'll do a pre check in the morning."
He left and Daniel stood up to come around to the other side of the table, his eyes on the stack of paper in front of Anderson.
"What else do you have there?" he asked. Mitchell handed him the next sheet.
"We weren't sure of the languages, Doctor Jackson, but we think there were five or six different ones. Or just a couple different versions of the same ones. Who knows? We recognized the Ancient's, and I'm pretty sure that one is Samarian, however, not all the ideograms are right. But I'll be the first to admit I'm hardly a expert."
"No, you're right, it's not exactly Samarian. Maybe a dialect of it, or something. I'm not sure." He stared at the paper, lost in thought, and O'Neill stood up and went to stand behind Mitchell, his hands on her shoulders. "Come on, you're supposed to get something to eat and get some sleep. Daniel can go over all that later. You too, Anderson, go get some dinner and then hit the rack."
"Yes, Sir." Anderson got to his feet slowly, pain obvious in every motion, and limped out the door.
"He took a nasty hit," Mitchell said as soon as the Major was out the door. "The first couple days I wasn't sure he was going to make it."
"He made it, and so did you," Jack said, smiling. "Let's go get something to eat."
Mitchell stood up, just as slowly as Anderson had, and gestured to all the papers, "You can take that stuff, Doctor Jackson. Just don't lose it."
Daniel grinned and gathered it all up into a neat stack, "Thanks, Colonel Mitchell, I'll take good care of it." Without another word, he left the room, apparently heading for his quarters.
O'Neill looked at Carter and Teal'c. "You two going to come eat with us?"
Carter shook her head, "If we're leaving tomorrow, I need to get some things done tonight. You go on without me."
"I will join you," Teal'c said, standing up and walking over to the other side of the table to stand next to Mitchell.