Hiya! This is my first SG1 Fic, and only my second fic EVER! Please be nice! I would REALLY appreciate reviews. Seriously, I mean like dancing round the room appreciate!
I would like to point out that I know this story isn't very good, but please bear with me and review, I'd like to improve with practise!
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When the temperature falls below zero Fahrenheit, the cold feels like tiny needles piercing your skin. You die feeling like you're burning, which is …ironic, really. Dieing from the cold, feeling like you're in an oven. Sometimes, people even strip off, naked, as they die, trying desperately to cool down, killing themselves more quickly.
Or at least, that's what I've read. I live in Colorado, and go around in shirtsleeves - I've never experienced anything like it first hand.
Until Now.
It's stupid, really. This was supposed to be a milk run, a piece of cake. An easy, relaxing mission with SG1; some interesting looking soil for Sam, and a pile of ruins for Daniel, inscribed with what looked like a rarely used form of ancient Egyptian, apparently; though, as the Colonel says, all these 'wall scratchings' look the same – of course, unlike the Colonel, I'd never mention that to Daniel. I was coming along because there were some interesting looking herbs around the ruins, and the MALP had shown signals that they might be useful for medicinal purposes. However, they were pretty delicate, and would require extremely careful packaging and handling back to the Stargate, so the "Big Wigs", as the Colonel calls them, wanted to be sure they were useful before spending precious military time and resources getting samples back to the gate. With this in mind, I had agreed to tag along. I wasn't really needed, a member of SG8, the medical team, would have done it just as well, but the infirmary was pretty quiet at the moment. And well, Cassie was off on a school trip for two weeks, and it had been pouring with rain for weeks outside the mountain, and a trip to a nice sunny planet with my friends sounded perfect. I couldn't wait to tell Sam about the date I'd met last night. And she thought the last one was weird. And did I mention it was sunny?
Or it was supposed to be.
We came out of the gate like bullets- I really don't think I've ever moved so fast in my life! I wasn't hurt, but I did take a tumble down the conveniently placed steps, and I was pretty shaken. I lay still for a moment after I'd rolled to a halt – talk about a rough ride! – until a hand rested on my shoulder and the Colonel's voice came from above me. "You alright, Doc?" I rolled over and scrambled to my feet, gratefully accepting the Colonel's helping hand. "Fine thank you, Colonel, just a little shaken. Does that happen often?" I wondered aloud. "Now and again, Doc, now and again", he replied. I looked around me. True to form, Teal'c was checking out the surrounding area, while Sam was helping a slight shaken looking Daniel hunt for his glasses, which seemed to have been lost somewhere during our spectacular entry to the planet.
"Everyone alright?" the Colonel asked, receiving affirmative replies from the rest of our group. "Good. Carter, check out the DHD, I want to be able to get home on time, I forgot to set the recording for the Simpson's. Daniel, your glasses are about two feet away from your left hand, one o'clock. I swear, this would be a lot easier if you would get one of those cord thingies…Teal'c, everything alright?"
"Indeed" the returning Jaffa confirmed, inclining his head towards the Colonel. "Good. Carter?"
"Everything seems to be in working order, Sir; I think you'll make the Simpson's…"
"Thank you, Carter. Much appreciated. Okay people, Teal'c, you take point, I'll watch out sixes. Carter, Doc, you get to stop Daniel from running off as soon as he spots his bunch of rocks. Okey dokey then, campers, lets move out."
It was a nice trip, at first. Everything went just as planned; and it seemed like the worst thing that was going to happen was stubbing my toe on one of Daniel's artefacts.
Oh, how wrong I was.
Okay, end of first chapter. The complete story is on my yahoo group already, the address of which is at the top, and in my bio. The next chapter will be posted here soon.
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