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Rating: G
Season six (set before Full Circle)
Spoilers: Prophecy
Characters: Jonas, Col. O'Neill, other(Amy) Teal'c, and Sam.
Category: supernatural, mystery, angst.
Side Note: This story is set after my previous story "The Bend in the Road". Now you can still read this if you haven't read the previous one but you might get a bit confused, especially on who Amy is and the talk of the device. Also to those who read the other story I may very well give some answers about the device so some questions may be answered. Also P3X-278 was just made up if it's an actually planet or someone else's sorry, it was unintentional.
Personal Note: My apologies for taking so long in writing this story. My family is trying to move across country and with senior year things have just been nuts. I might add that my computer deleting three chapters of this didn't help. Either way I hope you all enjoy, and I'll update as often as I can! God Bless!
Yet another Side Note: Yes, I did change the title. I had an issue with it for some odd reason. Sorry if the characters seem a bit off, I wrote and proofed this at like 1 in the morning.
P.S. In case I haven't mentioned I LOVE REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mysteries Unraveled
By Ans4Christ
Jonas awoke with a start. As he opened his eyes all he saw was darkness. He was lying on his back. He coughed but it choked him. Somehow he was able to roll over, and was then able to breathe easier. Sand was all over him. In his eyes, in his noise, in his mouth, it felt as if it were in his lungs as well. He lay on his stomach for a few moments. Pain was screaming throughout his sides, and his head ached horribly. He would say he was dizzy if he could have seen anything. But it was all darkness.
He placed his right hand on the ground to push himself up. That was his first mistake, a small yelp escaped him. He bit his lip hard and lay back down. Slowly he applied pressure to his other hand and pushed himself up. He found that he was lying near a wall so he pulled himself up and leaned against it. He cradled his injured hand and gently laid his head against the wall.
He had no clue as to where he was, his yell had echoed on the walls and no one else had seemed to notice which gave him a great fear that he was alone. He vaguely remembered what had happened, but where he was now was anything but sandy. Ironically the ground was hard and cold, as were the walls. There was nothing but blackness. The air had a stingy smell to it. He thought of the others and tried to call for them. Tried being the word. His voice seemed to catch in his throat. It felt parched and he couldn't form words from it. He closed his eyes and despite much effort began to drift off. He fought to stay awake, he blinked his eyes, tried to move, even applied pressure to his injured wrist. But after awhile he could fight no longer and what light he had was consumed by darkness once again. -
Sometime later he awoke again. His head was still aching but it seemed a bit clearer, his side still throbbed, but his immediate problem was his thirst. His mouth was dry; his tongue felt like sandpaper, there was nothing left to swallow. He knew he had water in his pack. If only he could find it. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious but it hadn't changed his circumstances any. It was still beyond dark where he was and he couldn't hear a thing. It was a deafening silence. He forced himself to move about and to slowly drag himself along the wall of the place. He would pull himself a little bit forward and then feel around with his good hand to see if he could find his pack. Finally he touched it and pulled it towards him. He found his water and after drinking he was finally able to swallow and even to find his voice again. He quickly fumbled through his pack and found his flashlight. He turned it on and pointed it to various parts of his surroundings to see where he was.
It looked pretty much as it felt. A dark gray with jagged rocks, the place itself seemed to have an air of harshness to it. He did notice passageways going in different directions. He pointed his flashlight to the walls to see if by chance there were writings on it. There was nothing. It seemed just as barren and desolate as the land above. Jonas didn't see anyone else in the room. He called out the names of his teammates several times but heard nothing in reply. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up. As he slowly stood he gripped unto the wall and closed his eyes, dizziness washing over him. After it had passed he went for his pack. He fumbled for a marker and put a large x on the wall so that he would know if he passed this way again. Jonas then grasped the flashlight with his injured hand, wincing as he did, and dragged the pack with the other as he went to search for the rest of Sg-1.
The passageways were narrow and the air that was in them seemed to smother Jonas even more. He continued to point the flashlight in various directions hoping for some clue as to where he was. He continued to call out the names of the others but that appeared to be in vain as well. At that moment he wondered if he should be making noise in case of an enemy. But even with all of his previous yelling nothing had happened. There were no writings or markings anywhere. It didn't appear as if this path had been traveled at all. He was led into another open room with various passageways and it all looked the same: dark, cold, with a stingy smell. He kept walking like this for what seemed ages. Each room looked the same and each passageway after that. Even though there were passageways that led in all directions he had continued in the path that appeared the straightest. He finally came to what appeared to be a fork in the road. He pointed the flashlight in every direction trying to see which way he should go. As he shined it to the right he noticed something on the ground. He stepped closer to it. It was Colonel O'Neill's hat. He shined his flashlight forward and proceeded down the passageway.
He constantly swung the flashlight in every direction seeing if he could find anything else. After a while he came into an open room. It was small and confined. But out of the corner of his eye he saw things scattered on the ground. As he stepped closer he found a pack. After rummaging through it Jonas realized it was Colonel O'Neill's. He started to call out his name but there was no answer. He kept searching throughout the room but could not find him. There was another passageway leading in another direction. He headed towards it and just outside of it, hidden by rocks was the unconscious form of Colonel O'Neill.
Rating: G
Season six (set before Full Circle)
Spoilers: Prophecy
Characters: Jonas, Col. O'Neill, other(Amy) Teal'c, and Sam.
Category: supernatural, mystery, angst.
Side Note: This story is set after my previous story "The Bend in the Road". Now you can still read this if you haven't read the previous one but you might get a bit confused, especially on who Amy is and the talk of the device. Also to those who read the other story I may very well give some answers about the device so some questions may be answered. Also P3X-278 was just made up if it's an actually planet or someone else's sorry, it was unintentional.
Personal Note: My apologies for taking so long in writing this story. My family is trying to move across country and with senior year things have just been nuts. I might add that my computer deleting three chapters of this didn't help. Either way I hope you all enjoy, and I'll update as often as I can! God Bless!
Yet another Side Note: Yes, I did change the title. I had an issue with it for some odd reason. Sorry if the characters seem a bit off, I wrote and proofed this at like 1 in the morning.
P.S. In case I haven't mentioned I LOVE REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mysteries Unraveled
By Ans4Christ
Jonas awoke with a start. As he opened his eyes all he saw was darkness. He was lying on his back. He coughed but it choked him. Somehow he was able to roll over, and was then able to breathe easier. Sand was all over him. In his eyes, in his noise, in his mouth, it felt as if it were in his lungs as well. He lay on his stomach for a few moments. Pain was screaming throughout his sides, and his head ached horribly. He would say he was dizzy if he could have seen anything. But it was all darkness.
He placed his right hand on the ground to push himself up. That was his first mistake, a small yelp escaped him. He bit his lip hard and lay back down. Slowly he applied pressure to his other hand and pushed himself up. He found that he was lying near a wall so he pulled himself up and leaned against it. He cradled his injured hand and gently laid his head against the wall.
He had no clue as to where he was, his yell had echoed on the walls and no one else had seemed to notice which gave him a great fear that he was alone. He vaguely remembered what had happened, but where he was now was anything but sandy. Ironically the ground was hard and cold, as were the walls. There was nothing but blackness. The air had a stingy smell to it. He thought of the others and tried to call for them. Tried being the word. His voice seemed to catch in his throat. It felt parched and he couldn't form words from it. He closed his eyes and despite much effort began to drift off. He fought to stay awake, he blinked his eyes, tried to move, even applied pressure to his injured wrist. But after awhile he could fight no longer and what light he had was consumed by darkness once again. -
Sometime later he awoke again. His head was still aching but it seemed a bit clearer, his side still throbbed, but his immediate problem was his thirst. His mouth was dry; his tongue felt like sandpaper, there was nothing left to swallow. He knew he had water in his pack. If only he could find it. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious but it hadn't changed his circumstances any. It was still beyond dark where he was and he couldn't hear a thing. It was a deafening silence. He forced himself to move about and to slowly drag himself along the wall of the place. He would pull himself a little bit forward and then feel around with his good hand to see if he could find his pack. Finally he touched it and pulled it towards him. He found his water and after drinking he was finally able to swallow and even to find his voice again. He quickly fumbled through his pack and found his flashlight. He turned it on and pointed it to various parts of his surroundings to see where he was.
It looked pretty much as it felt. A dark gray with jagged rocks, the place itself seemed to have an air of harshness to it. He did notice passageways going in different directions. He pointed his flashlight to the walls to see if by chance there were writings on it. There was nothing. It seemed just as barren and desolate as the land above. Jonas didn't see anyone else in the room. He called out the names of his teammates several times but heard nothing in reply. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up. As he slowly stood he gripped unto the wall and closed his eyes, dizziness washing over him. After it had passed he went for his pack. He fumbled for a marker and put a large x on the wall so that he would know if he passed this way again. Jonas then grasped the flashlight with his injured hand, wincing as he did, and dragged the pack with the other as he went to search for the rest of Sg-1.
The passageways were narrow and the air that was in them seemed to smother Jonas even more. He continued to point the flashlight in various directions hoping for some clue as to where he was. He continued to call out the names of the others but that appeared to be in vain as well. At that moment he wondered if he should be making noise in case of an enemy. But even with all of his previous yelling nothing had happened. There were no writings or markings anywhere. It didn't appear as if this path had been traveled at all. He was led into another open room with various passageways and it all looked the same: dark, cold, with a stingy smell. He kept walking like this for what seemed ages. Each room looked the same and each passageway after that. Even though there were passageways that led in all directions he had continued in the path that appeared the straightest. He finally came to what appeared to be a fork in the road. He pointed the flashlight in every direction trying to see which way he should go. As he shined it to the right he noticed something on the ground. He stepped closer to it. It was Colonel O'Neill's hat. He shined his flashlight forward and proceeded down the passageway.
He constantly swung the flashlight in every direction seeing if he could find anything else. After a while he came into an open room. It was small and confined. But out of the corner of his eye he saw things scattered on the ground. As he stepped closer he found a pack. After rummaging through it Jonas realized it was Colonel O'Neill's. He started to call out his name but there was no answer. He kept searching throughout the room but could not find him. There was another passageway leading in another direction. He headed towards it and just outside of it, hidden by rocks was the unconscious form of Colonel O'Neill.