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.
Yeah, a new chapter! (At least thats what I'm thinking.) This chapter is short, but important. I hope you like it, more is on the way. Don't worry, I don't plan on stopping until I finish it completely.
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: Carter and Sirk
After Carter left the briefing room, she discovered she was more intrigued with this mysterious boy than she had first thought. Something about the way he looked at her, like he knew her. Obviously he did, in a strange, time-displaced sort of way. She decided she had to see him. She wandered through the maze of tunnels that made up the SGC and finally reached the guest quarters. The two airmen at the door stood fully armed and ready, but when the major arrived, their stances stiffened.
Carter opened the door and found Sirk lying on the bed. He looked as though he had literally collapsed when he entered the room. He hadn't even made it fully onto the bed. Both his legs hung off, as if he had sat down, leaned back and drifted off. However when Carter shut the door behind her, Sirk's eyes snapped open.
"Sam." He said, and then quickly corrected himself as he sat up. "...Major Carter. What can I do for you?"
"I came to try and figure out how you got here."
"I told you, I'm not sure."
"Well, can you think of anything?" Carter asked as she pulled up a chair and sat in front of the boy.
"I don't even know what I could be looking for. I mean, everything was the same as usual. Sure the Jaffa were shooting at us but that's nothing special." Sirk said as he sighed and ran his good hand through his reddish hair.
"Shooting at you? Were they using those new weapons? What are they called?"
"The Rizers? Yeah, of course."
"Did any stray shots hit the gate?"
Sirk shut his eyes tight and placed his hand over his face in an attempt to drown out the world. "Maybe... I think so... Yeah, the gate was glowing, pretty brightly as a matter of fact." Sirk groaned. "Why is it so hard to remember? It's like it was a whole lifetime ago!"
"Hey, just relax. Is it possible-" Carter began.
"-No." Sirk cut in. "No. It's not possible, the Rizers can't charge the gate that much, once more than 700 megawatts are pumped into it, and the traveler won't survive the journey."
"Why do you think that's what I was going to say?" Carter inquired.
"You weren't going to ask that?"
"Well, I was but how did you know?"
"You're my C.O., we think the same. Well, I guess you're not really, at least not here, but I'd like to think I know you pretty well."
"We're friends?"
"The best. You, me, Sarah and Roy, we're all pretty close. But you, you're like family to me. I never really had a real family, so you're the closest thing I've got. I know it's kind of pathetic but..." Sirk wasn't really paying Carter any attention as he spoke. He seemed to still be a little off balance with the whole situation.
"I know what you mean; SG teams are pretty close knit."
"Like you and the general."
"Hammond!?" Carter said absolutely shocked.
"No, sorry. General O'Neill. I've gotta get used to this."
"What do you mean? There's nothing between us, we're just both air force officers." Carter tried to plead.
"Sure, sure." Sirk said and dropped the whole topic. Silence filled the room, and the only sound that echoed through the deserted halls beyond the door was faint footsteps that sounded miles away.
"So, any more than 700 megawatts and you don't make the trip?" Carter restated.
"Yes sir." Sirk confirmed.
"We'll figure this out."
"Of course we will."
Carter got up to leave and went toward the door, she smiled and bid Sirk goodnight. He smiled back and when Carter turned her back, he allowed himself to surrender to the overwhelming urge to fall backwards onto the bed. He landed softly with his eyes closed before the metal door clanged shut. As he started to doze off, distant gunfire pierced his thoughts, but he resisted the urge to bolt upright, knowing the sound was just the same familiar noise that accompanied the nightmares that seeped into his mind every night.
Thanks in advance for glancing in the direction of my story. I'm hoping for reviews.
Yeah, a new chapter! (At least thats what I'm thinking.) This chapter is short, but important. I hope you like it, more is on the way. Don't worry, I don't plan on stopping until I finish it completely.
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: Carter and Sirk
After Carter left the briefing room, she discovered she was more intrigued with this mysterious boy than she had first thought. Something about the way he looked at her, like he knew her. Obviously he did, in a strange, time-displaced sort of way. She decided she had to see him. She wandered through the maze of tunnels that made up the SGC and finally reached the guest quarters. The two airmen at the door stood fully armed and ready, but when the major arrived, their stances stiffened.
Carter opened the door and found Sirk lying on the bed. He looked as though he had literally collapsed when he entered the room. He hadn't even made it fully onto the bed. Both his legs hung off, as if he had sat down, leaned back and drifted off. However when Carter shut the door behind her, Sirk's eyes snapped open.
"Sam." He said, and then quickly corrected himself as he sat up. "...Major Carter. What can I do for you?"
"I came to try and figure out how you got here."
"I told you, I'm not sure."
"Well, can you think of anything?" Carter asked as she pulled up a chair and sat in front of the boy.
"I don't even know what I could be looking for. I mean, everything was the same as usual. Sure the Jaffa were shooting at us but that's nothing special." Sirk said as he sighed and ran his good hand through his reddish hair.
"Shooting at you? Were they using those new weapons? What are they called?"
"The Rizers? Yeah, of course."
"Did any stray shots hit the gate?"
Sirk shut his eyes tight and placed his hand over his face in an attempt to drown out the world. "Maybe... I think so... Yeah, the gate was glowing, pretty brightly as a matter of fact." Sirk groaned. "Why is it so hard to remember? It's like it was a whole lifetime ago!"
"Hey, just relax. Is it possible-" Carter began.
"-No." Sirk cut in. "No. It's not possible, the Rizers can't charge the gate that much, once more than 700 megawatts are pumped into it, and the traveler won't survive the journey."
"Why do you think that's what I was going to say?" Carter inquired.
"You weren't going to ask that?"
"Well, I was but how did you know?"
"You're my C.O., we think the same. Well, I guess you're not really, at least not here, but I'd like to think I know you pretty well."
"We're friends?"
"The best. You, me, Sarah and Roy, we're all pretty close. But you, you're like family to me. I never really had a real family, so you're the closest thing I've got. I know it's kind of pathetic but..." Sirk wasn't really paying Carter any attention as he spoke. He seemed to still be a little off balance with the whole situation.
"I know what you mean; SG teams are pretty close knit."
"Like you and the general."
"Hammond!?" Carter said absolutely shocked.
"No, sorry. General O'Neill. I've gotta get used to this."
"What do you mean? There's nothing between us, we're just both air force officers." Carter tried to plead.
"Sure, sure." Sirk said and dropped the whole topic. Silence filled the room, and the only sound that echoed through the deserted halls beyond the door was faint footsteps that sounded miles away.
"So, any more than 700 megawatts and you don't make the trip?" Carter restated.
"Yes sir." Sirk confirmed.
"We'll figure this out."
"Of course we will."
Carter got up to leave and went toward the door, she smiled and bid Sirk goodnight. He smiled back and when Carter turned her back, he allowed himself to surrender to the overwhelming urge to fall backwards onto the bed. He landed softly with his eyes closed before the metal door clanged shut. As he started to doze off, distant gunfire pierced his thoughts, but he resisted the urge to bolt upright, knowing the sound was just the same familiar noise that accompanied the nightmares that seeped into his mind every night.