Title; Coming of the Beast
Author; Arathi
Rating; R
Category; Horror/Action/Adventure
Summary; When a visiting Tok'Ra is murdered, it sparks an investigation with virtually everyone in the SGC suspect. Only Jack knows who the killer is, but can he prove it without making himself look equally guilty of a crime he didn't commit?
Disclaimers; This one's for the whole story, I'm not repeating it. I don't own any of the recognizable characters, I intend no copyright infringement, and I am not getting paid money for this (reviews a just as good, hint hint).
WARNINGS; Contains quite a bit of blood and some gore.
Season/Sequel; This fic is set in season four.
Status; WIP
Spoilers; random small spoilers may or may not be scattered through this fic.
A/N; This chapter's really short but I promise future chapters won't be, I just wanted to get this posted.
"Close the iris!" Feretti yelled, the last member of his team through the 'Gate. The words were scarcely out of his mouth when something hit him from behind, sending him crashing face first into the ramp and knocking the wind out of him. He quickly flipped himself on his back and scrambled backwards, bringing his gun to bear on the attacking creature as he did so.
"What the hell was that?" Hammond's voice boomed. Feretti turned to face the general, wincing slightly as he did so, the sudden realization that the creature that jumped him had hit claws first coming to him in the form of knives of pain shooting through his shoulders.
"No idea sir," he managed to get out as he continued to fight to catch his breath. He looked around at his team, glad to see that medics were already moving among them. His 2IC was limping, a set of claw marks clearly visible on his thigh just above the knee, a second set running across his back. Another of his teammates cradled a bleeding arm to his chest, while the last had a nasty looking set of gashes in his side.
Finally his eyes came to rest on the one injured person that wasn't on his team. Martouf hadn't been in good shape even when he'd first stumbled into the SG-team's camp in the middle of the night. Their flight to the Stargate immediately following his arrival persued by a number of creatures like the one that had followed them through the 'Gate had pushed him over the edge into shock. Dr. Frasier was kneeling next to him, talking to him and keeping him conscious.
A glance at the General told Feretti that he wanted nothing more than to ask what happened. But that same glance also told him that he knew now wasn't the time, that it could wait for debriefing after the medical staff were finished with his team, and he was damn glad of that.
NO recognizable Tok'Ra will die in this fic. Yes A Tok'Ra will die, it's right in the summary that it'll happen, but it won't be one seen on the show.
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