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Prodigal Son...er...Daughter
Chapter Nine
On the day that Teal'la was to depart for her timeline/dimension, she received several small gifts from various members of the SGC, although Daniel was having a lot of trouble finding something that she didn't already have in her own timeline.
After a short sparring match with the Carter and then with Teal'c (With Sam she won, with Teal'c they declared it a tie.), she returned to her room to pack, and found Jack waiting outside with his yo-yo, trying to do the Eiffel tower. She smirked.
"Hey, Jack." she said. He nodded, and she opened the door. He followed her inside, leaving the door open. She stood her duffel upright and started packing her perfectly pressed shirts and pants. Jack made a face. That must be the Daniel or Carter in her he thought.
"Hey," he said, by way of return greeting.
"Come to say good-bye?" she asked. He looked at her to see if there was anything ulterior about that question, and when she glanced up a couple seconds later, right eyebrow raised in confusion, he shook himself.
"Yeah. We have the mission thing, so I figured I'd do that now, get it out of the way." he said. She nodded.
"Where are you guys going again?"
"XP4-...something or other." Jack said, dismissively.
"Right, the survey mission." she said, nodding. He shrugged, clearly conveying the message, 'whatever'. "Think George would let me go too? I mean, he is my godfather and all." she continued, nonchalantly, stuffing her shirts none too gently into her duffel. Jack blinked a few times, sure he had misheard.
"What?" he asked after a moment.
"Yeah. You know, Daniel was right, I'm from a completely different timeline, although, he expressly forbade me from telling anyone. It's just, right now I couldn't care less, ya know?" she asked, savagely shoving her stuff into the already beaten up Duffel bag. He watched her, nodding warily that, yeah, he knew what she meant. "And all those times that I've blacked out on a mission, or at home. Hell, at my last birthday party when the Goa'uld attacked. He always explained it as someone knocking me out from behind. I never realized till now just how much bullshit that is." Jack watched her become more and more agitated and wondered just how badly she would react to Daniel's entering the room at this moment. He considered the possibilities and reminded himself just how very glad he was that she wasn't mad at him.
"Teal'la." he interrupted, and her head snapped up to look at him.
"What?" she asked.
"You're not gonna do anything..." What was the word he was searching for? "...Hasty...are you?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow and shook her head, slowly.
"I suppose not...but when I get back to my timeline, Danny-boy and I are going to have a long...long chat about trust." she responded, and he nodded, wondering if that was code for kicking Daniel's ass.
After he left, she wandered around for a while, looking at the base. She was gonna miss this timeline...there were more people.
About an hour before she was scheduled to leave, she was passed by about three soldiers and four gate technicians, including Walter (a.k.a chevron guy), who looked concerned. Teal'la's mind throbbed, and her stomach clenched as she realized something had gone wrong and SG1 was the only team off-world.
She threw her duffel against the wall and ran off, stopping at the weapons lock-up before making her way to the control room.
"What's going on?" she asked, fixing her jacket's collar as she walked in, heedless of the guards just outside.
"The transmitter that was sending back readings of the planetary survey was just attacked. We had to sever the connection from our end." answered George as he turned. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw her armed to the teeth.
"Relax, George, they're mine, and I'm not gonna fire them in here." she promised. "What are you gonna do about SG1's situation?"
"We'll send a MALP through to determine if there is immediate danger or if there was simply an accident." he replied, still looking warily at her. "Did they just let you take those from the weapon's lock-up?" he asked. She looked at him for a second.
"Sure." she said, before looking at the Stargate. He shook his head and then turned to watch as the technicians set up the MALP for Gate travel.
"Alright, dial up." Hammond said, when the technicians had cleared the area. Teal'la sighed as the MALP went through the wormhole, turning her eyes to the screen.
"Receiving telemetry." said Walter, as the video feed sprang onto the computer's monitor. It showed the wrecked equipment, and then the feed fritzed into static as two plasma beams converged on the probe. Teal'la cursed.
Jaffa. Damn.
"Alright. Let's send—"
"SG1." Teal'la said, and there was no mistaking what she meant by it, although George ignored her insinuation.
"Teal'la, who did you think was out there?" he asked. She looked at him.
"George, I am SG1, and I'm going after them, but I'd really like your permission. I can help, so let me." she insisted, folding her arms stubbornly. He wavered for a second and she pulled the red communicator from her belt, punching in the twenty digit number. "When it beeps, push the green button. Keep the ear piece in your ear and the fiber optic lens pointed at you. Tell Daniel that I won't be coming home and that he's an asshole. Thanks."
As she turned to go, one of the officers that was partial to her led her to the equipment room where he gave her ear piece that was set to the team's frequency. By the time she'd reached the gate room, the event horizon was already in place.
She approached the watery wormhole, drawing two of her nine millimeters and fixing them at an angle, which her quick mind had calculated the staff blasts had come from. When she had them pointed in what she hoped were the correct directions, she took a calm step through the Stargate, exhaling just before to make room for the deep intake of breath she would have the urge to take on the other side.
Almost immediately upon exiting the wormhole, she pulled the trigger several times, watching as two Jaffa dropped like stones and then diving down the steps and taking cover behind the DHD.
She peeked out from behind the device, playing on the Jaffa's reluctance to shoot at his only way through the gate. She spotted him in the tree and shrank behind the DHD as he fired a plasma blast just short of the cosmic telephone.
"Stupid." she muttered as she leaned out and fired at him. He fell from the tree and she cautiously got to her feet, crouching in case there were any more. When no one fired at her, she pushed the communication ear-piece more securely into her ear and walked into the forest, still holding both nine millimeters. "Marco." she said, mostly to herself, as she wasn't really expecting the team to be able to hear her.
"Polo!" came the whispered and relieved voice. She straightened. The signal was weak, but it was there.
"Marco." she said, walking east, deeper into the forest.
"Polo." several voices now, Sam's and Daniels with the first one. Jack. Had to be. At least they were alive.
"Need a direction here, people." Teal'la whispered urgently into the small microphone, looking around.
"East of the Gate." Sam hissed quietly. Teal'la took off through the underbrush, her footfalls barely registering, even in her ears. She hadn't run for more than a minute before she came to the edge of a clearing. Daniel, Jack, Sam, and Teal'c were all bound and on their knees, being guarded by seven Jaffa. Teal'la's breath caught in her throat as a strong sense of recognition flared to mind.
"Oh my god." she whispered, swallowing.
This was how they died.
Prodigal Son...er...Daughter
Chapter Nine
On the day that Teal'la was to depart for her timeline/dimension, she received several small gifts from various members of the SGC, although Daniel was having a lot of trouble finding something that she didn't already have in her own timeline.
After a short sparring match with the Carter and then with Teal'c (With Sam she won, with Teal'c they declared it a tie.), she returned to her room to pack, and found Jack waiting outside with his yo-yo, trying to do the Eiffel tower. She smirked.
"Hey, Jack." she said. He nodded, and she opened the door. He followed her inside, leaving the door open. She stood her duffel upright and started packing her perfectly pressed shirts and pants. Jack made a face. That must be the Daniel or Carter in her he thought.
"Hey," he said, by way of return greeting.
"Come to say good-bye?" she asked. He looked at her to see if there was anything ulterior about that question, and when she glanced up a couple seconds later, right eyebrow raised in confusion, he shook himself.
"Yeah. We have the mission thing, so I figured I'd do that now, get it out of the way." he said. She nodded.
"Where are you guys going again?"
"XP4-...something or other." Jack said, dismissively.
"Right, the survey mission." she said, nodding. He shrugged, clearly conveying the message, 'whatever'. "Think George would let me go too? I mean, he is my godfather and all." she continued, nonchalantly, stuffing her shirts none too gently into her duffel. Jack blinked a few times, sure he had misheard.
"What?" he asked after a moment.
"Yeah. You know, Daniel was right, I'm from a completely different timeline, although, he expressly forbade me from telling anyone. It's just, right now I couldn't care less, ya know?" she asked, savagely shoving her stuff into the already beaten up Duffel bag. He watched her, nodding warily that, yeah, he knew what she meant. "And all those times that I've blacked out on a mission, or at home. Hell, at my last birthday party when the Goa'uld attacked. He always explained it as someone knocking me out from behind. I never realized till now just how much bullshit that is." Jack watched her become more and more agitated and wondered just how badly she would react to Daniel's entering the room at this moment. He considered the possibilities and reminded himself just how very glad he was that she wasn't mad at him.
"Teal'la." he interrupted, and her head snapped up to look at him.
"What?" she asked.
"You're not gonna do anything..." What was the word he was searching for? "...Hasty...are you?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow and shook her head, slowly.
"I suppose not...but when I get back to my timeline, Danny-boy and I are going to have a long...long chat about trust." she responded, and he nodded, wondering if that was code for kicking Daniel's ass.
After he left, she wandered around for a while, looking at the base. She was gonna miss this timeline...there were more people.
About an hour before she was scheduled to leave, she was passed by about three soldiers and four gate technicians, including Walter (a.k.a chevron guy), who looked concerned. Teal'la's mind throbbed, and her stomach clenched as she realized something had gone wrong and SG1 was the only team off-world.
She threw her duffel against the wall and ran off, stopping at the weapons lock-up before making her way to the control room.
"What's going on?" she asked, fixing her jacket's collar as she walked in, heedless of the guards just outside.
"The transmitter that was sending back readings of the planetary survey was just attacked. We had to sever the connection from our end." answered George as he turned. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw her armed to the teeth.
"Relax, George, they're mine, and I'm not gonna fire them in here." she promised. "What are you gonna do about SG1's situation?"
"We'll send a MALP through to determine if there is immediate danger or if there was simply an accident." he replied, still looking warily at her. "Did they just let you take those from the weapon's lock-up?" he asked. She looked at him for a second.
"Sure." she said, before looking at the Stargate. He shook his head and then turned to watch as the technicians set up the MALP for Gate travel.
"Alright, dial up." Hammond said, when the technicians had cleared the area. Teal'la sighed as the MALP went through the wormhole, turning her eyes to the screen.
"Receiving telemetry." said Walter, as the video feed sprang onto the computer's monitor. It showed the wrecked equipment, and then the feed fritzed into static as two plasma beams converged on the probe. Teal'la cursed.
Jaffa. Damn.
"Alright. Let's send—"
"SG1." Teal'la said, and there was no mistaking what she meant by it, although George ignored her insinuation.
"Teal'la, who did you think was out there?" he asked. She looked at him.
"George, I am SG1, and I'm going after them, but I'd really like your permission. I can help, so let me." she insisted, folding her arms stubbornly. He wavered for a second and she pulled the red communicator from her belt, punching in the twenty digit number. "When it beeps, push the green button. Keep the ear piece in your ear and the fiber optic lens pointed at you. Tell Daniel that I won't be coming home and that he's an asshole. Thanks."
As she turned to go, one of the officers that was partial to her led her to the equipment room where he gave her ear piece that was set to the team's frequency. By the time she'd reached the gate room, the event horizon was already in place.
She approached the watery wormhole, drawing two of her nine millimeters and fixing them at an angle, which her quick mind had calculated the staff blasts had come from. When she had them pointed in what she hoped were the correct directions, she took a calm step through the Stargate, exhaling just before to make room for the deep intake of breath she would have the urge to take on the other side.
Almost immediately upon exiting the wormhole, she pulled the trigger several times, watching as two Jaffa dropped like stones and then diving down the steps and taking cover behind the DHD.
She peeked out from behind the device, playing on the Jaffa's reluctance to shoot at his only way through the gate. She spotted him in the tree and shrank behind the DHD as he fired a plasma blast just short of the cosmic telephone.
"Stupid." she muttered as she leaned out and fired at him. He fell from the tree and she cautiously got to her feet, crouching in case there were any more. When no one fired at her, she pushed the communication ear-piece more securely into her ear and walked into the forest, still holding both nine millimeters. "Marco." she said, mostly to herself, as she wasn't really expecting the team to be able to hear her.
"Polo!" came the whispered and relieved voice. She straightened. The signal was weak, but it was there.
"Marco." she said, walking east, deeper into the forest.
"Polo." several voices now, Sam's and Daniels with the first one. Jack. Had to be. At least they were alive.
"Need a direction here, people." Teal'la whispered urgently into the small microphone, looking around.
"East of the Gate." Sam hissed quietly. Teal'la took off through the underbrush, her footfalls barely registering, even in her ears. She hadn't run for more than a minute before she came to the edge of a clearing. Daniel, Jack, Sam, and Teal'c were all bound and on their knees, being guarded by seven Jaffa. Teal'la's breath caught in her throat as a strong sense of recognition flared to mind.
"Oh my god." she whispered, swallowing.
This was how they died.