Blood Ties
Disclaimer: Yeah I own nothing but I think you all knew that by now.
Author's Note: So sorry about the long delay between the chapters, I know it's asking for a lot but I hope that I still have some readers reading this, and if you are man are you the best! The previous chapter and these next two are to all you who stuck through my non writing months.
Chapter 18: Leave no man behind.
O'Neill, Jackson, Frasier, and Teal'c stormed the building. O'Neill and Teal'c resembled living Swiss Army Knives with the amount of weaponry they were packing.
"Danny boy?" Daniel cringed at the nickname, but he was happy to see Jack up on his feet again, so he said nothing.
"Nothing yet Jack."
The cold gray walls went on and on. Nothing darned the walls to tell one section apart from another, it was a complex made only for those who knew its secrets. The footsteps of the foursome echoed down the halls.
"It would appear that they have fled the premises." Teal'c stated.
Jack looked both fearful and hopeful at the same time, hopeful that Andy and Sam had been taken and fearful that they had, once again failed to rescue his love and this time her only niece. Knowing that they had entered the complex from the south side they didn't have to cover that area of the building, Jack set out with commands.
"We search the whole building! Frasier go with Teal'c. Daniel you're with me. Teal'c cover the eastern section, Daniel and I will take the western, and we'll meet up in the northern. Move out people!"
Searching long and hard to the point where one room looked exactly like the previous and the following, they did their assigned tasks without complaint and with hope. Finally they meet in the northern part of the complex without anything to show for their long hard search.
"Frasier, Teal'c?"
"We could find nothing O'Neill."
"Col we searched every room and didn't find a trace of anyone, however we did find this." She handed over the picture of Anne and Mark to Jack.
"That's old." Remarked Jack.
"Too old." He took the picture from Jack and inspected it. "It's not Andy's mother."
"What?" Janet asked.
He looked at her and then back at the framed picture "Back when she first came to the SGC I remember having a conversation with her in my study." Looking up at Janet "it was right before you got suspicious of her first test results and ordered more. She showed me a picture of her family, it wasn't much a small thing to remind her of them but I got a good look at her mother and this is not her." "Old girlfriend maybe?" Jack suggested.
"Maybe a friend of the family that knew the Carters secret?" Janet put forth.
"I don't know she didn't talk much about family friends, she only mentioned one and that was in brief passing what was his name now.Art.Author.Andrew.Anthony.Adam." He snapped his fingers trying to recall the name.
"Alex." Teal'c stated. Everyone looked at him. "It made logical sense. There was a daily log of one Alex in this compound from the discovery of the Carters to yesterday."
"Teal'c why didn't you tell us this?"
"You did not ask Dr. Jackson. But I believe that the answers lie not here but beyond that door in the northern part of this complex."
Everyone agreed so they headed towards the last remaining doors of their search.
What they found made their blood run cold. Two bodies lay on the ground blood pooling around their heads like halos and had dried in other places. One lay unmoving on the bed. It was a grave. The smell of dried blood and the beginning of decaying flesh hit their noses like running into a brick wall. Daniel had to hold back in fear of loosing the contents of his stomach. Even O'Neill and Frasier, who were used to the horrors of what could come through war and the Stargate respectively, let their emotions show clearly on their faces.
Frasier walked around to the bed to look at the man on the bed: Mark Carter. "It's as Andy feared, he's dead." One look at the other two let them know all they needed to know, they were long dead, and the gun wounds they had received were fatal.
A groan was heard from the far side of the room. Guns were pulled and the team made their way over to the source of the sound. A man not even out of his 30's hung on for dear life on the floor. Frasier ran over to look at his wounds.
"Lie still." She commanded.
O'Neill and the others approached guns lowered but not put away.
"Who are you?" O'Neill inquired.
He visibly winced when Frasier poked a wound on his side. "My.my name is Aaron. I.I was a friend of Alex and Mark.*huff*.I.I didn't want Kinsey to take the girls I fought back.*huff*.I.I failed them all." He closed his eyes. Frasier looked at Jack and shook his head; he did not have much time.
"Aaron.look at me. I need to know, where did Kinsey take them?" Aaron's head flopped to the side. "DAMNIT!" Jack kneeled down and shook him. "Tell me! Where are they going?!" Aaron opened his eyes "Please I can save them if you just tell me where they're heading!"
"You love them don't you?" His eyes bored into Jacks.
Jack despite the urgency of the situation answered him. "With all my heart."
"Then go to the White House. Kinsey plans on using Samantha to make Andromeda attack the president thus revealing the danger of the Asguard and the Stargate."
"Oh god." Daniel spoke aloud. They turned to look at him as the severity of the moment came upon them; they were fighting not for two, not even three lives but against open war on the Asguard. "Aaron?" He looked at the motionless body. Attention was once again focused on Aaron.
Frasier checked for a pulse and found nothing. "He's dead."
"How are we ever going to get in there let alone get them out?" Daniel asked of no one in particular.
Jack responded, "We go in and we do the job like we always have and this time we leave no member of our team behind!"
Leaving the grave the team of four left the complex in silence. The gravity of what was to come burdening them down with sorrows. This was it winner take all, the success of the SG-1, the SGC, and all it stood for, or it's final hour.
Disclaimer: Yeah I own nothing but I think you all knew that by now.
Author's Note: So sorry about the long delay between the chapters, I know it's asking for a lot but I hope that I still have some readers reading this, and if you are man are you the best! The previous chapter and these next two are to all you who stuck through my non writing months.
Chapter 18: Leave no man behind.
O'Neill, Jackson, Frasier, and Teal'c stormed the building. O'Neill and Teal'c resembled living Swiss Army Knives with the amount of weaponry they were packing.
"Danny boy?" Daniel cringed at the nickname, but he was happy to see Jack up on his feet again, so he said nothing.
"Nothing yet Jack."
The cold gray walls went on and on. Nothing darned the walls to tell one section apart from another, it was a complex made only for those who knew its secrets. The footsteps of the foursome echoed down the halls.
"It would appear that they have fled the premises." Teal'c stated.
Jack looked both fearful and hopeful at the same time, hopeful that Andy and Sam had been taken and fearful that they had, once again failed to rescue his love and this time her only niece. Knowing that they had entered the complex from the south side they didn't have to cover that area of the building, Jack set out with commands.
"We search the whole building! Frasier go with Teal'c. Daniel you're with me. Teal'c cover the eastern section, Daniel and I will take the western, and we'll meet up in the northern. Move out people!"
Searching long and hard to the point where one room looked exactly like the previous and the following, they did their assigned tasks without complaint and with hope. Finally they meet in the northern part of the complex without anything to show for their long hard search.
"Frasier, Teal'c?"
"We could find nothing O'Neill."
"Col we searched every room and didn't find a trace of anyone, however we did find this." She handed over the picture of Anne and Mark to Jack.
"That's old." Remarked Jack.
"Too old." He took the picture from Jack and inspected it. "It's not Andy's mother."
"What?" Janet asked.
He looked at her and then back at the framed picture "Back when she first came to the SGC I remember having a conversation with her in my study." Looking up at Janet "it was right before you got suspicious of her first test results and ordered more. She showed me a picture of her family, it wasn't much a small thing to remind her of them but I got a good look at her mother and this is not her." "Old girlfriend maybe?" Jack suggested.
"Maybe a friend of the family that knew the Carters secret?" Janet put forth.
"I don't know she didn't talk much about family friends, she only mentioned one and that was in brief passing what was his name now.Art.Author.Andrew.Anthony.Adam." He snapped his fingers trying to recall the name.
"Alex." Teal'c stated. Everyone looked at him. "It made logical sense. There was a daily log of one Alex in this compound from the discovery of the Carters to yesterday."
"Teal'c why didn't you tell us this?"
"You did not ask Dr. Jackson. But I believe that the answers lie not here but beyond that door in the northern part of this complex."
Everyone agreed so they headed towards the last remaining doors of their search.
What they found made their blood run cold. Two bodies lay on the ground blood pooling around their heads like halos and had dried in other places. One lay unmoving on the bed. It was a grave. The smell of dried blood and the beginning of decaying flesh hit their noses like running into a brick wall. Daniel had to hold back in fear of loosing the contents of his stomach. Even O'Neill and Frasier, who were used to the horrors of what could come through war and the Stargate respectively, let their emotions show clearly on their faces.
Frasier walked around to the bed to look at the man on the bed: Mark Carter. "It's as Andy feared, he's dead." One look at the other two let them know all they needed to know, they were long dead, and the gun wounds they had received were fatal.
A groan was heard from the far side of the room. Guns were pulled and the team made their way over to the source of the sound. A man not even out of his 30's hung on for dear life on the floor. Frasier ran over to look at his wounds.
"Lie still." She commanded.
O'Neill and the others approached guns lowered but not put away.
"Who are you?" O'Neill inquired.
He visibly winced when Frasier poked a wound on his side. "My.my name is Aaron. I.I was a friend of Alex and Mark.*huff*.I.I didn't want Kinsey to take the girls I fought back.*huff*.I.I failed them all." He closed his eyes. Frasier looked at Jack and shook his head; he did not have much time.
"Aaron.look at me. I need to know, where did Kinsey take them?" Aaron's head flopped to the side. "DAMNIT!" Jack kneeled down and shook him. "Tell me! Where are they going?!" Aaron opened his eyes "Please I can save them if you just tell me where they're heading!"
"You love them don't you?" His eyes bored into Jacks.
Jack despite the urgency of the situation answered him. "With all my heart."
"Then go to the White House. Kinsey plans on using Samantha to make Andromeda attack the president thus revealing the danger of the Asguard and the Stargate."
"Oh god." Daniel spoke aloud. They turned to look at him as the severity of the moment came upon them; they were fighting not for two, not even three lives but against open war on the Asguard. "Aaron?" He looked at the motionless body. Attention was once again focused on Aaron.
Frasier checked for a pulse and found nothing. "He's dead."
"How are we ever going to get in there let alone get them out?" Daniel asked of no one in particular.
Jack responded, "We go in and we do the job like we always have and this time we leave no member of our team behind!"
Leaving the grave the team of four left the complex in silence. The gravity of what was to come burdening them down with sorrows. This was it winner take all, the success of the SG-1, the SGC, and all it stood for, or it's final hour.