Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or anything like that,
except Kohl Sirk.
Thanks in advance for glancing in the direction of my story. I'm hoping for reviews.
When a stranger is literally thrown through the Earth Stargate, SG-1 must discover who he is, why he claims to be part of SG-1 and how he opened the Iris.
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Traveler
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"Offworld Activation!" rang over the intercom as Major Samantha Carter hurried up the winding hallways toward the gateroom. As she neared the stairway to the lab above the Stargate, a small group of armed soldiers forced her to the side of the hall as they headed toward the gate. She then quickly ran up the stairs and found General Hammond and Colonel O'Neill already waiting for her.
"Do we have any teams scheduled to be coming back now?" Hammond called out to anyone who would answer. Colonel Jack O'Neill was the first to respond by quickly stating a 'no sir'. His years of experience had taught him short answers usually worked best. "Then close the Iris!" Hammond ordered. The solid titanium plate covered the fluid-like event horizon of the formed wormhole as the soldiers all tensed up and waited.
"Sir, we're receiving a GDO transmission!" Sergeant Davis perked up over the confusion in the office.
"Well, who is it?" Hammond demanded.
"I don't know... it's just gibberish, sir. The signal doesn't match any on record." Davis explained as he tried to sort through the data on his screen. Suddenly the Iris opened. "Sir! The gate is... we've got an incoming traveler!"
"Get that closed!" Hammond ordered.
"I can't sir! The commands have been overridden. I'm locked out." Davis sank back in his chair, then quickly leaned forward and kept trying to access the Iris commands. Carter sensed it was her turn to try and help. She slid into the empty seat beside Davis and started accessing the computer. Within seconds she had a solid grasp of the situation.
"Sir, the GDO signal is overriding and opening the Iris. There's no way we can close it as long as the signal is being transmitted!" The instant Carter finished her explanation, the scene in the gateroom came alive with movement. The event-horizon of the wormhole shook and a flash of light accompanied the person who was thrown through. Finishing a near- perfect dive, the young man rolled when he hit the ramp and continued to roll halfway down the ramp until he was able to stop himself. "Sir! I've got control back! Closing the Iris!" The titanium shield returned to it's place as every soldier trained their weapons on the traveler.
The traveler looked around the gateroom in a state of confusion. Everything he saw was different. This shouldn't be! he thought to himself. He attempted to sit up but the pain in his right shoulder and clicking of the soldiers guns told him it wasn't a good idea.
Up in the observation room, the general, colonel and major stared down at the person laying on the ramp. He was dressed in a Stargate Command uniform but no one recognized him. His shoulder was badly burned, from what looked like a staff weapon and he needed immediate medical attention.
General Hammond was the first in the room to regain his senses. He grabbed the microphone and loudly told the traveler to identify himself. The traveler looked around, and then up toward the window were the general stood. "Lieutenant Kohl Sirk, SG-1," he declared loudly.
O'Neill and Carter looked at each other, and then toward Hammond. Nobody knew exactly what to say. For the young man lying on the ramp this was beginning to be too much. The searing pain in his shoulder was starting to make his head spin. He tried to focus on the officers who were looking down on him from the room above, but the harder he focused, the more tired he became. He tried to keep his head up but the weight became unbearable and he simply collapsed onto the ramp and passed out. All the while, wondering what was going on.
Sirk's mind suddenly snapped back to reality but he resisted the urge to bolt upright. His years of training had taught him to get a feel for the situation before entering it. Unmoving, and eyes closed he began to get a feel for the room with his remaining senses. After a few breaths, the scent of the room told him he was in some sort of medical facility. This thought was confirmed when he heard a woman call out a string of medical terms. He sat and listened for a few more moments, content with simply lying peacefully.
Finally, he stirred as he opened his eyes. The room then became more alive as Sirk took in the sights of his surroundings. He was in an infirmary with slate gray walls. Doctors and nurses hustled about. One moved quickly towards a phone on the wall and made a brief but seemingly important call, she then made her way over to him. He again resisted the urge to sit up and gain more control of the situation.
"How are you feeling?" The doctor asked. Sirk tried to respond but his mouth didn't seem to cooperate with his brain. He could tell there were narcotics in his system, and his mind was a little foggy so it took him a few tries before he managed to slur out the word 'fine'.
Just seconds after the doctor had finished shining a light in his eyes, the three officers from the control room he had saw, entered the room. He knew that things would get difficult now. The two men and woman stood near the end of the bed and quickly conferred with the doctor. Then, they turned to him and when he clearly saw their faces, he was awestruck.
"I'm General Hammond, this is Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter." As they introduced themselves, he almost burst out laughing. He controlled himself but he was caught by the colonel.
"Something funny?" O'Neill asked.
"This is a dream, right? I'm either unconscious or dead." Sirk answered, this time not finding it as difficult to speak.
"I assure you, you're fully awake." The general stated. "Now, who are you and what do you want?"
"I already told you who I am."
"Well tell us again. Just for the record." The colonel said.
With a deep sigh, the boy responded, "Lieutenant Kohl Sirk, I am part of the unit SG-1."
"That's impossible son. There are only four members of SG-1 and your not one of them." Hammond stated.
"This won't work. I won't tell you anything." Sirk said, almost under his breath.
"Why not? Look, kid we want to help you if we can but we need to know what you know." O'Neill tried to convince him, but it didn't work.
"This is great, just great. I mean, colonel, general... major..." the traveler began, with a slight laugh after stating the ranks. "But this is wrong. All wrong. You guys should work on your Intel." The forcefulness of his words caused his shoulder to begin burning again and his head to begin throbbing. He had to close his eyes to shut out the light and turn his head away.
When the doctor noticed this, she quickly approached the bed and addressed the officers. "He's exhausted, he needs some rest."
"Fine." Replied Hammond. "Colonel O'Neill, get some guards up here, just in case and Dr. Fraiser, call us the moment he wakes up."
"Yes, sir." Both O'Neill and the doctor responded at the same time. In a matter of moments, Sirk was left in almost silence again. His mind began to slow down as he drifted back to sleep. Still the last thought on his mind was that whatever trick they were pulling, and whatever came out of it, it might be worth it for the peace and quiet of a good night sleep.
Please Review!!!
Thanks in advance for glancing in the direction of my story. I'm hoping for reviews.
When a stranger is literally thrown through the Earth Stargate, SG-1 must discover who he is, why he claims to be part of SG-1 and how he opened the Iris.
~
Traveler
~
"Offworld Activation!" rang over the intercom as Major Samantha Carter hurried up the winding hallways toward the gateroom. As she neared the stairway to the lab above the Stargate, a small group of armed soldiers forced her to the side of the hall as they headed toward the gate. She then quickly ran up the stairs and found General Hammond and Colonel O'Neill already waiting for her.
"Do we have any teams scheduled to be coming back now?" Hammond called out to anyone who would answer. Colonel Jack O'Neill was the first to respond by quickly stating a 'no sir'. His years of experience had taught him short answers usually worked best. "Then close the Iris!" Hammond ordered. The solid titanium plate covered the fluid-like event horizon of the formed wormhole as the soldiers all tensed up and waited.
"Sir, we're receiving a GDO transmission!" Sergeant Davis perked up over the confusion in the office.
"Well, who is it?" Hammond demanded.
"I don't know... it's just gibberish, sir. The signal doesn't match any on record." Davis explained as he tried to sort through the data on his screen. Suddenly the Iris opened. "Sir! The gate is... we've got an incoming traveler!"
"Get that closed!" Hammond ordered.
"I can't sir! The commands have been overridden. I'm locked out." Davis sank back in his chair, then quickly leaned forward and kept trying to access the Iris commands. Carter sensed it was her turn to try and help. She slid into the empty seat beside Davis and started accessing the computer. Within seconds she had a solid grasp of the situation.
"Sir, the GDO signal is overriding and opening the Iris. There's no way we can close it as long as the signal is being transmitted!" The instant Carter finished her explanation, the scene in the gateroom came alive with movement. The event-horizon of the wormhole shook and a flash of light accompanied the person who was thrown through. Finishing a near- perfect dive, the young man rolled when he hit the ramp and continued to roll halfway down the ramp until he was able to stop himself. "Sir! I've got control back! Closing the Iris!" The titanium shield returned to it's place as every soldier trained their weapons on the traveler.
The traveler looked around the gateroom in a state of confusion. Everything he saw was different. This shouldn't be! he thought to himself. He attempted to sit up but the pain in his right shoulder and clicking of the soldiers guns told him it wasn't a good idea.
Up in the observation room, the general, colonel and major stared down at the person laying on the ramp. He was dressed in a Stargate Command uniform but no one recognized him. His shoulder was badly burned, from what looked like a staff weapon and he needed immediate medical attention.
General Hammond was the first in the room to regain his senses. He grabbed the microphone and loudly told the traveler to identify himself. The traveler looked around, and then up toward the window were the general stood. "Lieutenant Kohl Sirk, SG-1," he declared loudly.
O'Neill and Carter looked at each other, and then toward Hammond. Nobody knew exactly what to say. For the young man lying on the ramp this was beginning to be too much. The searing pain in his shoulder was starting to make his head spin. He tried to focus on the officers who were looking down on him from the room above, but the harder he focused, the more tired he became. He tried to keep his head up but the weight became unbearable and he simply collapsed onto the ramp and passed out. All the while, wondering what was going on.
Sirk's mind suddenly snapped back to reality but he resisted the urge to bolt upright. His years of training had taught him to get a feel for the situation before entering it. Unmoving, and eyes closed he began to get a feel for the room with his remaining senses. After a few breaths, the scent of the room told him he was in some sort of medical facility. This thought was confirmed when he heard a woman call out a string of medical terms. He sat and listened for a few more moments, content with simply lying peacefully.
Finally, he stirred as he opened his eyes. The room then became more alive as Sirk took in the sights of his surroundings. He was in an infirmary with slate gray walls. Doctors and nurses hustled about. One moved quickly towards a phone on the wall and made a brief but seemingly important call, she then made her way over to him. He again resisted the urge to sit up and gain more control of the situation.
"How are you feeling?" The doctor asked. Sirk tried to respond but his mouth didn't seem to cooperate with his brain. He could tell there were narcotics in his system, and his mind was a little foggy so it took him a few tries before he managed to slur out the word 'fine'.
Just seconds after the doctor had finished shining a light in his eyes, the three officers from the control room he had saw, entered the room. He knew that things would get difficult now. The two men and woman stood near the end of the bed and quickly conferred with the doctor. Then, they turned to him and when he clearly saw their faces, he was awestruck.
"I'm General Hammond, this is Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter." As they introduced themselves, he almost burst out laughing. He controlled himself but he was caught by the colonel.
"Something funny?" O'Neill asked.
"This is a dream, right? I'm either unconscious or dead." Sirk answered, this time not finding it as difficult to speak.
"I assure you, you're fully awake." The general stated. "Now, who are you and what do you want?"
"I already told you who I am."
"Well tell us again. Just for the record." The colonel said.
With a deep sigh, the boy responded, "Lieutenant Kohl Sirk, I am part of the unit SG-1."
"That's impossible son. There are only four members of SG-1 and your not one of them." Hammond stated.
"This won't work. I won't tell you anything." Sirk said, almost under his breath.
"Why not? Look, kid we want to help you if we can but we need to know what you know." O'Neill tried to convince him, but it didn't work.
"This is great, just great. I mean, colonel, general... major..." the traveler began, with a slight laugh after stating the ranks. "But this is wrong. All wrong. You guys should work on your Intel." The forcefulness of his words caused his shoulder to begin burning again and his head to begin throbbing. He had to close his eyes to shut out the light and turn his head away.
When the doctor noticed this, she quickly approached the bed and addressed the officers. "He's exhausted, he needs some rest."
"Fine." Replied Hammond. "Colonel O'Neill, get some guards up here, just in case and Dr. Fraiser, call us the moment he wakes up."
"Yes, sir." Both O'Neill and the doctor responded at the same time. In a matter of moments, Sirk was left in almost silence again. His mind began to slow down as he drifted back to sleep. Still the last thought on his mind was that whatever trick they were pulling, and whatever came out of it, it might be worth it for the peace and quiet of a good night sleep.
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