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: Escape
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Slowly Sirk's mind began to awaken. As thoughts of his recent mission returned, he allowed a smile to creep across his lips. However, the instant his memories of the recent incidents returned, the smile quickly faded and he opened his eyes to confirm he was not dreaming.
Within a few moments, he was fully aware and he attempted to sit up. It took him a few tries but he managed to get into a relatively comfortable sitting position before the doctor had made her way over to him.
"Good morning," she said as she performed a few basic examinations on him. He could feel that most of the narcotics had worn off so he tried to move his shoulder. Wincing through the pain, he made a few small circles with his shoulder to make sure he still had mobility. The doctor, Fraiser as he had heard the general call her, quickly stopped him, saying he had a severe burn and it would need to heal.
Fraiser then moved away from him and left his field of view. Sirk took a good look at his surroundings. It was a standard infirmary, like the ones he was used to. About six beds and lots of equipment. There was two armed guards he could see, one standing at the door to his right, the other just off to his left beside his bed. At the moment, he knew he couldn't take them on. By the time he got to the one beside his bed, the other could open fire. He decided he'd wait, maybe learn a little more. He knew what would come next. The three officers would return. As he sat, thinking about what to say, a nurse came up and offered him a tray of food. She sat it down in front of him and walked away.
Sirk looked at the food quizzically. It seemed normal, a small breakfast of an egg, two strips of bacon and toast, with butter and jam on the side. He didn't know what it was, but something about this made his stomach churn. Things didn't add up. Why were they treating him so well? He'd heard of this situation before, but never like this. Soon the sent of the bacon was overpowering and, drugged or not drugged, he decided to eat. So far he'd been okay. He took a bite, which tasted fine so he finished the meal eagerly.
Just as he finished, he began thinking and realized that he hadn't eaten since before he left home. That was before his mission, about 24 hours ago. His thoughts were interrupted when Fraiser returned with the three officers who claimed to be General Hammond, Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter. He prepared for a long and awkward conversation, and was not disappointed.
The general began, "Lieutenant, your looking better."
"Yeah, I guess I should be grateful."
"Think we can have a more productive conversation today?" the general continued.
"Ask your questions and we'll find out," Sirk responded harsher then he'd meant.
"Tell us what happened before you came through the gate." Hammond decided to start a little smaller, and then work up to the big question, how he got through the gate. Sirk hesitated, a million thoughts rushed through his head. If this was a trick, anything he said could be used against his people. "Well?"
Sirk decided this information could be divulged. "I was on a mission to ZYG-009. It was standard recon, or so we thought. We were pinned down by enemy fire for about an hour before we could get back to the gate. When we did, I took the rear and provided cover fire against orders to go through the gate first. I was the farthest away and could provide the best cover. When I saw the colonel head toward the gate I followed, she went through and I followed about ten seconds later. I was hit just before I reached the gate, I dove through and ended up here."
The others looked at each other and then the general asked, "Who are you referring to when you say 'we'?"
This surprised Sirk, they should know this. There was no security risk if he gave away something they already knew. "My team, SG-1. Major Sarah Kovitch, Dr. Roy Ling and me, lead by Colonel Carter." Now it was the others who were surprised.
"Son, I have never heard of those people," the general rebutted.
"Sure you have, Colonel Carter is standing right there," Sirk said as he motioned toward the major.
"Hey doc, you sure he didn't take any severe blows to the head?" O'Neill called to Fraiser who was on the other side of the room. Hammond motioned for the others to join him out of earshot of Sirk.
"Any ideas?"
"He could be from another reality, the Quantum Mirror maybe?" Carter offered.
"That things safe in lock-up at Area 51," O'Neill added. They moved back toward Sirk.
"Did you come through a Quantum Mirror?" Carter asked. Sirk looked at her cock-eyed. Carter decided that meant he didn't understand. "It's a big mirror-like thing, about yeah high, you use a remote control to operate-"
"I know what it is," Sirk interrupted. If they knew about the Quantum Mirror, then there Intel was better then he thought. "If I had, this would make a lot more sense."
Before anyone could respond, the klaxons in the hall went off and the speaker blared "offworld activation". The three officers looked at each other. Hammond asked, "Is anyone due back?"
Carter responded, "Yes sir, SG-5, but not for a few hours." The three officers rushed out of the room leaving Sirk still in a thoughtful state. They reached the control room as the third chevron was encoding and a discussion immediately broke out.
Back in the infirmary, Sirk snapped out of his pensive state and realized this was his best chance. The guard at the door had left to deal with other things and the guard beside his bed had a frantic look in his eyes. Sirk made his move. He leapt out of the bed at an incredible speed for someone with little control of his right arm. He snagged a bed pan with his left hand and proceeded to swing wildly at the guard who was struck bluntly in the side of the head. He quickly grabbed the guard's pistol from the holster and held off the approaching nurses.
Luckily, he wasn't in a hospital gown. He was still wearing his standard issue green, SGC pants and he swiped a shirt from one of the bins on his way out. Even though everything was strange, he still knew the layout of the SGC and knew exactly where he was going. He manage to evade a few passing groups of soldiers as he headed for his only escape, the Stargate.
He quietly arrived in the control room as the seventh chevron encoded and the wormhole formed. He stayed at the back, out of sight and watched the action. SG-5 returned through the gate, one member limping, two others were backing slowly down the ramp and when the last one came through, the order was issued to close the Iris. But that order came too late and three Jaffa soldiers made it through. They only managed to fire a single shot, before the SGC personnel took them out. Just seeing the Jaffa was enough to create a spark of understanding within Sirk's mind. He let his hand which held the gun relax and let out an inaudible sigh. Everything made perfect sense now. It was so simple.
Immediately after this revelation, an armed team entered the room, causing a lot of noise, and drew a lot of attention. Hammond, O'Neill and Carter, along with the rest of the staff in the room were no longer oblivious to Sirk's presence as the men violently threw him against the wall and confiscated the pistol from him. Sirk made no attempt to resist, he simply made solid eye contact with Carter and using only his eyes, tried to communicate the words, 'I'm sorry'.
Hammond was furious and he quickly ordered Sirk taken to a holding cell. The armed men complied and they diligently escorted him out of the room. When they got to the cell, Sirk was roughly thrown inside and his right shoulder directly impacted with the wall. He knew he deserved it for being so stupid. The men locked the bars that made up the door, then two of them left the room while the other two stood guard just outside the cell. Sirk sat down on the make-shift cot and leaned against the cold, cement wall. He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything other then the pain in his shoulder.
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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: Escape
~
Slowly Sirk's mind began to awaken. As thoughts of his recent mission returned, he allowed a smile to creep across his lips. However, the instant his memories of the recent incidents returned, the smile quickly faded and he opened his eyes to confirm he was not dreaming.
Within a few moments, he was fully aware and he attempted to sit up. It took him a few tries but he managed to get into a relatively comfortable sitting position before the doctor had made her way over to him.
"Good morning," she said as she performed a few basic examinations on him. He could feel that most of the narcotics had worn off so he tried to move his shoulder. Wincing through the pain, he made a few small circles with his shoulder to make sure he still had mobility. The doctor, Fraiser as he had heard the general call her, quickly stopped him, saying he had a severe burn and it would need to heal.
Fraiser then moved away from him and left his field of view. Sirk took a good look at his surroundings. It was a standard infirmary, like the ones he was used to. About six beds and lots of equipment. There was two armed guards he could see, one standing at the door to his right, the other just off to his left beside his bed. At the moment, he knew he couldn't take them on. By the time he got to the one beside his bed, the other could open fire. He decided he'd wait, maybe learn a little more. He knew what would come next. The three officers would return. As he sat, thinking about what to say, a nurse came up and offered him a tray of food. She sat it down in front of him and walked away.
Sirk looked at the food quizzically. It seemed normal, a small breakfast of an egg, two strips of bacon and toast, with butter and jam on the side. He didn't know what it was, but something about this made his stomach churn. Things didn't add up. Why were they treating him so well? He'd heard of this situation before, but never like this. Soon the sent of the bacon was overpowering and, drugged or not drugged, he decided to eat. So far he'd been okay. He took a bite, which tasted fine so he finished the meal eagerly.
Just as he finished, he began thinking and realized that he hadn't eaten since before he left home. That was before his mission, about 24 hours ago. His thoughts were interrupted when Fraiser returned with the three officers who claimed to be General Hammond, Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter. He prepared for a long and awkward conversation, and was not disappointed.
The general began, "Lieutenant, your looking better."
"Yeah, I guess I should be grateful."
"Think we can have a more productive conversation today?" the general continued.
"Ask your questions and we'll find out," Sirk responded harsher then he'd meant.
"Tell us what happened before you came through the gate." Hammond decided to start a little smaller, and then work up to the big question, how he got through the gate. Sirk hesitated, a million thoughts rushed through his head. If this was a trick, anything he said could be used against his people. "Well?"
Sirk decided this information could be divulged. "I was on a mission to ZYG-009. It was standard recon, or so we thought. We were pinned down by enemy fire for about an hour before we could get back to the gate. When we did, I took the rear and provided cover fire against orders to go through the gate first. I was the farthest away and could provide the best cover. When I saw the colonel head toward the gate I followed, she went through and I followed about ten seconds later. I was hit just before I reached the gate, I dove through and ended up here."
The others looked at each other and then the general asked, "Who are you referring to when you say 'we'?"
This surprised Sirk, they should know this. There was no security risk if he gave away something they already knew. "My team, SG-1. Major Sarah Kovitch, Dr. Roy Ling and me, lead by Colonel Carter." Now it was the others who were surprised.
"Son, I have never heard of those people," the general rebutted.
"Sure you have, Colonel Carter is standing right there," Sirk said as he motioned toward the major.
"Hey doc, you sure he didn't take any severe blows to the head?" O'Neill called to Fraiser who was on the other side of the room. Hammond motioned for the others to join him out of earshot of Sirk.
"Any ideas?"
"He could be from another reality, the Quantum Mirror maybe?" Carter offered.
"That things safe in lock-up at Area 51," O'Neill added. They moved back toward Sirk.
"Did you come through a Quantum Mirror?" Carter asked. Sirk looked at her cock-eyed. Carter decided that meant he didn't understand. "It's a big mirror-like thing, about yeah high, you use a remote control to operate-"
"I know what it is," Sirk interrupted. If they knew about the Quantum Mirror, then there Intel was better then he thought. "If I had, this would make a lot more sense."
Before anyone could respond, the klaxons in the hall went off and the speaker blared "offworld activation". The three officers looked at each other. Hammond asked, "Is anyone due back?"
Carter responded, "Yes sir, SG-5, but not for a few hours." The three officers rushed out of the room leaving Sirk still in a thoughtful state. They reached the control room as the third chevron was encoding and a discussion immediately broke out.
Back in the infirmary, Sirk snapped out of his pensive state and realized this was his best chance. The guard at the door had left to deal with other things and the guard beside his bed had a frantic look in his eyes. Sirk made his move. He leapt out of the bed at an incredible speed for someone with little control of his right arm. He snagged a bed pan with his left hand and proceeded to swing wildly at the guard who was struck bluntly in the side of the head. He quickly grabbed the guard's pistol from the holster and held off the approaching nurses.
Luckily, he wasn't in a hospital gown. He was still wearing his standard issue green, SGC pants and he swiped a shirt from one of the bins on his way out. Even though everything was strange, he still knew the layout of the SGC and knew exactly where he was going. He manage to evade a few passing groups of soldiers as he headed for his only escape, the Stargate.
He quietly arrived in the control room as the seventh chevron encoded and the wormhole formed. He stayed at the back, out of sight and watched the action. SG-5 returned through the gate, one member limping, two others were backing slowly down the ramp and when the last one came through, the order was issued to close the Iris. But that order came too late and three Jaffa soldiers made it through. They only managed to fire a single shot, before the SGC personnel took them out. Just seeing the Jaffa was enough to create a spark of understanding within Sirk's mind. He let his hand which held the gun relax and let out an inaudible sigh. Everything made perfect sense now. It was so simple.
Immediately after this revelation, an armed team entered the room, causing a lot of noise, and drew a lot of attention. Hammond, O'Neill and Carter, along with the rest of the staff in the room were no longer oblivious to Sirk's presence as the men violently threw him against the wall and confiscated the pistol from him. Sirk made no attempt to resist, he simply made solid eye contact with Carter and using only his eyes, tried to communicate the words, 'I'm sorry'.
Hammond was furious and he quickly ordered Sirk taken to a holding cell. The armed men complied and they diligently escorted him out of the room. When they got to the cell, Sirk was roughly thrown inside and his right shoulder directly impacted with the wall. He knew he deserved it for being so stupid. The men locked the bars that made up the door, then two of them left the room while the other two stood guard just outside the cell. Sirk sat down on the make-shift cot and leaned against the cold, cement wall. He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything other then the pain in his shoulder.
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