Author's Note: Wow, now I have 3 reviews. I'm cooking with gas people, so come on down and leave your input. Oh, and I hope you enjoy the next installment of our little adventure here.
P.S. I have redone the first three chapters in response to the more reviews that I've received. Hopefully I've taken care of the their/they're/there problems and the misworded words. Thanks to everyone that has left me things to work with, and I promise Chapter 4 will be posted very soon.
"It appears that our guest has calmed down a little" Beeks said as Al entered the observation room annex. She was seated at her desk in front of a computer screen which held several views of the same white padded room. "He was shouting for someone to explain things, but now he's just sitting on the bed. This one looks to be not your typical scared individual. Good luck with him, Al."
Al gave Beeks a tired grin and headed towards the observation room. As he was about to enter, Gooshie came bolting from the control room, obviously agitated.
"Al, Ziggy refuses to tell us where Sam is. She says she knew where he was, but he's not there anymore, which doesn't make sense, and now I think she's worried about being wrong, because she refuses to give us anything."
Looking towards the observation room, Al paused to digest this new information. Reaching a conclusion to the problems that had been rolling around his head, Al straightened up, took a deep breath, and gained some of his composure. His friend needed him, the project needed him, and by George, he wasn't going to let either of them down. "Alright, let me go and see if our visitor can tell us anything before I tackle Ziggy. Plus, that'll give her a chance to clear her circuits. God I wish Sam hadn't programmed her with such a big ego!"
The light suddenly disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Sam found himself lying atop Carter. Quickly he jumped to his feet. "Carter, are you all right?"
She looked around as she rose. "I'm fine sir, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Nothing broken, maybe something bruised from the fall, but other than that…" Both Sam and Carter looked around at their new surroundings. They could only see as far as their flashlights reached into the blackness, but it looked like they were in a room very similar to the room they had just occupied. The only difference was that the outside entry door was gone, and across the room was a doorway leading to more darkness.
"Sir, it appears the light was some sort of beaming device, similar to the rings of the Goul'd. I'm going to try my radio and see if I can get a mayday through regular emergency channels; we might just be in another part of the pyramid."
Carter started arranging the settings on her radio while Sam took a closer look at the walls. The writings had definitely changed, but it seemed that instead of mythical legends it was more technical. The material of the wall itself was different; instead of a limestone color, it was golden, and the metal was smooth to the touch. It appeared to Sam that wherever they were, even though the room dimensions were the same, it was not where they had been. The implications of what had just occurred boggled his mind. "How can we be somewhere else? Beaming technology is something on Star Trek. What in the world have I gotten myself into? Then another thought crossed hid mind, one more frightening and exciting than he would have thought otherwise. "Maybe I've Leaped into the future! That would explain the references to ships and other planets and beaming technology. But the same kind of hand guns and same camouflage as they would have in later 20th century are here, so that doesn't make sense. Another thought hit right then, one that sent a shiver up his spine. "My God, what about Al! Will he be able to find me?" He remembered all the Leaps before when his only communication as himself to anyone was Al, and how Al had always been there to help him, no matter what the cost was. It was Al who had kept the Project up; Al who has been his lifeline to his home. As Sam thought more about it, he realized that these strange circumstances had reminded him, even more than usual, how much he missed home. Taking a deep breath and putting such thoughts aside, Sam focused instead on Carter and her progress.
Carter, in the meantime, had tried to make any sort of contact to the outside world, but the radio was acting strange. Instead of picking up any kind of signal, no matter how vague, all she could receive was static. "This is not good," she thought as she fiddled with her radio, "I have no idea where we are or even if we're still on Earth. The beam could have transported us to another world." A low frequency hum caused Carter to almost smile. "Okay, that was definitely a byproduct of radio waves which means that more than likely we're still on Earth. She glanced up to tell Jack the good news, but was stopped at the strange sight before her. "What is going on with the Colonel? He acts like he's trying to read the writings on the wall or something. He's been acting strange ever since we got here." With everything that they had been through together, Carter knew the mannerisms and personality of Jack better than himself, and right now her gut was telling her that something was not right.