"I've never seen anything like it."
They were in the briefing room about an hour after Carter and Anderson had returned to the SGC. Gathered around the table were SG-9, SG-14, Carter, Anderson, Hammond and Fraiser, who had just arrived from her lab. She'd taken samples from the dart that had been caught in Mitchell's cast, and yes, it was definitely a poison of some kind, but it wasn't anything she knew, and certainly wasn't anything she had an antidote for.
"So you don't have an antidote?" Hammond asked.
"No, Sir." She shook her head. "I'm going to try and simulate one – once I've had a chance to study the poison a little more, but it might take a while."
Brad Anderson put his head in his hands, defeated, and Carter, who was sitting next to him reached out and put her hand on his shoulder in support, her agile mind considering other possibilities.
"What about the Tok'ra?" She asked, both Hammond and Fraiser. "It's an alien poison, maybe they've seen it, or something like it?"
Hammond looked over at Fraiser, who shrugged.
"It's a good idea, Major. If we can get one of them to come and take a look."
"I'm sure we can," Hammond said, certainly. "I'll have a message sent off to them, and hopefully by the time the rescue teams return with Colonel Mitchell, we'll have a remedy waiting for her."
"How are we going to get her back here, Sir?" Carter asked. She and Brad had only just made it to the briefing, since both had been subjected to medical examinations and IV's to replace fluids lot in their run before they were allowed to leave the infirmary.
"Major Kline came up with an idea, and I think it's a good one." Hammond told her, looking at both Carter and Anderson. "You're going to take 4- wheelers through the gate. They're small enough to get down here quickly, sturdy enough for the rough ground you mentioned, and fast enough that we can evacuate her immediately."
The two Majors nodded.
"When do we go?"
"As soon as we get the 4-wheelers down here. They're already on the way. As soon as they're in the embarkation room, you'll have a go."
~*~
Carter and Anderson were both ordered to get something to eat while the 4- wheelers were being brought down to the SGC from the surface. The two did as they were told, although both were anxious to get back to their people now that their own little mission was accomplished. They went to the commissary for lunch – which was actually breakfast on Earth since the two planets were so different on their schedules because of the differences in hours per day. As they were eating, they could hear the roar of the 4- wheelers as they were brought down, and Carter actually made Anderson smile when she commented that the people driving them were probably never going to forget that one day that they went cruising on 4-wheelers through the SGC's corridors.
Lunch eaten, the two headed down to the embarkation room, and saw it was crowded with vehicles and men. There were eight 4-wheelers, and two of them had specially designed carts that would be pulled behind them. One was carrying all the gear as well as extra fuel for the vehicles, and the other would be used to carry Mitchell back. It was specially fitted with an air mattress that would keep bumping to a minimum, and there was built in racks to hold IV's and other medical items that might be needed.
Also going with SG-9 and SG-14, Carter and Anderson, was a doctor that would stabilize Colonel Mitchell on scene. Hammond watched them prepare, and Carter warned them once more about not firing any weapons. (Of course, there wasn't anything to fire their weapons at, anyways, but they couldn't chance someone making a mistake) Warnings given, and supplies all loaded, the teams got on their 4-wheelers – some doubled up, of course – and revved the engines as they watched the gate dial up.
Anderson was the first one through when the wormhole was established. He was, after all, the only one who was positive about where to go, although Sam was pretty sure she could have found her way back as well. She was doubled up on his 4-wheeler, and her hands loosely grasping the folds of his jacket. She thought to remind him that hurrying and crashing wouldn't do Mitchell any good, but decided that if it were Colonel O'Neill out there waiting for help, she would be in just as much of a hurry as he was.
They all stopped on the other side, and Anderson looked at the sun to see how much daylight they'd have. It wasn't going to be enough, he was certain, but the 4-wheelers all had lights, and they'd brought spotlights as well, so they could go in the dark. He wasn't the senior member of this group, but he was nominally in charge, due to the fact that he knew where to go.
"We only have a couple hours of daylight," Anderson told the others. Which was weird for them, since the sun had barely come up back home. "The ground looks flat, but it's really bumpy, so be careful." He pointed to the trees. "That's where we're heading. I'm not sure how far Colonel O'Neill has managed to make it, so if we don't find them before dark, we'll have to slow down a bit." Just in case. He waited to see if any of them had any questions, but there were none. The SG teams were all experts when it came to search and rescues – they'd all gone off-world looking for lost teams before – and they were all just as anxious to find the team with the injured Colonel as Brad was. Well, no, they weren't as desperate as he was, but pretty close.
They were in the briefing room about an hour after Carter and Anderson had returned to the SGC. Gathered around the table were SG-9, SG-14, Carter, Anderson, Hammond and Fraiser, who had just arrived from her lab. She'd taken samples from the dart that had been caught in Mitchell's cast, and yes, it was definitely a poison of some kind, but it wasn't anything she knew, and certainly wasn't anything she had an antidote for.
"So you don't have an antidote?" Hammond asked.
"No, Sir." She shook her head. "I'm going to try and simulate one – once I've had a chance to study the poison a little more, but it might take a while."
Brad Anderson put his head in his hands, defeated, and Carter, who was sitting next to him reached out and put her hand on his shoulder in support, her agile mind considering other possibilities.
"What about the Tok'ra?" She asked, both Hammond and Fraiser. "It's an alien poison, maybe they've seen it, or something like it?"
Hammond looked over at Fraiser, who shrugged.
"It's a good idea, Major. If we can get one of them to come and take a look."
"I'm sure we can," Hammond said, certainly. "I'll have a message sent off to them, and hopefully by the time the rescue teams return with Colonel Mitchell, we'll have a remedy waiting for her."
"How are we going to get her back here, Sir?" Carter asked. She and Brad had only just made it to the briefing, since both had been subjected to medical examinations and IV's to replace fluids lot in their run before they were allowed to leave the infirmary.
"Major Kline came up with an idea, and I think it's a good one." Hammond told her, looking at both Carter and Anderson. "You're going to take 4- wheelers through the gate. They're small enough to get down here quickly, sturdy enough for the rough ground you mentioned, and fast enough that we can evacuate her immediately."
The two Majors nodded.
"When do we go?"
"As soon as we get the 4-wheelers down here. They're already on the way. As soon as they're in the embarkation room, you'll have a go."
~*~
Carter and Anderson were both ordered to get something to eat while the 4- wheelers were being brought down to the SGC from the surface. The two did as they were told, although both were anxious to get back to their people now that their own little mission was accomplished. They went to the commissary for lunch – which was actually breakfast on Earth since the two planets were so different on their schedules because of the differences in hours per day. As they were eating, they could hear the roar of the 4- wheelers as they were brought down, and Carter actually made Anderson smile when she commented that the people driving them were probably never going to forget that one day that they went cruising on 4-wheelers through the SGC's corridors.
Lunch eaten, the two headed down to the embarkation room, and saw it was crowded with vehicles and men. There were eight 4-wheelers, and two of them had specially designed carts that would be pulled behind them. One was carrying all the gear as well as extra fuel for the vehicles, and the other would be used to carry Mitchell back. It was specially fitted with an air mattress that would keep bumping to a minimum, and there was built in racks to hold IV's and other medical items that might be needed.
Also going with SG-9 and SG-14, Carter and Anderson, was a doctor that would stabilize Colonel Mitchell on scene. Hammond watched them prepare, and Carter warned them once more about not firing any weapons. (Of course, there wasn't anything to fire their weapons at, anyways, but they couldn't chance someone making a mistake) Warnings given, and supplies all loaded, the teams got on their 4-wheelers – some doubled up, of course – and revved the engines as they watched the gate dial up.
Anderson was the first one through when the wormhole was established. He was, after all, the only one who was positive about where to go, although Sam was pretty sure she could have found her way back as well. She was doubled up on his 4-wheeler, and her hands loosely grasping the folds of his jacket. She thought to remind him that hurrying and crashing wouldn't do Mitchell any good, but decided that if it were Colonel O'Neill out there waiting for help, she would be in just as much of a hurry as he was.
They all stopped on the other side, and Anderson looked at the sun to see how much daylight they'd have. It wasn't going to be enough, he was certain, but the 4-wheelers all had lights, and they'd brought spotlights as well, so they could go in the dark. He wasn't the senior member of this group, but he was nominally in charge, due to the fact that he knew where to go.
"We only have a couple hours of daylight," Anderson told the others. Which was weird for them, since the sun had barely come up back home. "The ground looks flat, but it's really bumpy, so be careful." He pointed to the trees. "That's where we're heading. I'm not sure how far Colonel O'Neill has managed to make it, so if we don't find them before dark, we'll have to slow down a bit." Just in case. He waited to see if any of them had any questions, but there were none. The SG teams were all experts when it came to search and rescues – they'd all gone off-world looking for lost teams before – and they were all just as anxious to find the team with the injured Colonel as Brad was. Well, no, they weren't as desperate as he was, but pretty close.