Beep beep…beep beep! the alarm clock called, it asked for trouble. A tired colonel swung his hand at it and nailed the snooze button. He grumbled around not wanting to get up at all… damn was he comfy! The colonel muffled into his pillow some angry words about military bases, Stargates, and alarm clocks. Today was supposed to be a semi-day-off. After he tromped down to Sam's lab and they determined that the Cube wasn't dangerous, he could run home… and maybe flop there. Gah! Mornings… he mumbled wearily. He looked up at the clock next to him. Jack's eyes slowly focused on the red numbers, 6:15!! What kind of joke was that?! Jack raised his head and arm and turned the god damned thing off and fell back to sleep.
Damn…The alarm clock in Jack's room managed to rouse a sleepy archeologist from his lovely slumber. Seconds later, his clock wailed only to be abruptly stopped by a loud crash. Daniel had killed it effectively. The clock sulked; it was only its job! Daniel couldn't care less, he was tired and he was most definitely going back to bed, whether the world liked it or not!
In a weary major's case, her clock went off at an ungodly hour, even for her. Thinking duty called, she slowly picked her body up from the extremely comfortable bed, that is until she saw the time. One Sam Carter wailed. 2:55?! Her strong fist smashed the cheap clock to pieces, almost. The top of the clock was dented in, never to ring again unless Siler looked at it. Bloody thing! she thought tiredly. Whoever played this joke on her was going to pay for it. That last trip had taken its toll on her and she could tell. Blissful, undisturbed sleep was what was wanted – nothing else. She slammed back into the feather pillow, not to rise again for many hours.
Teal'c, on the other hand, had not problem sleeping, even though he to had been wiped by the mission. He never cared to show it, that was showing weakness. Besides, the tretonin was almost as good as a symbiot. He slept peacefully, imagining 'z's floating over head, courtesy of Jack and Daniel's imagery. All was good that night. The base was almost silent, except for the night guard, but nothing was amiss. No off-world teams coming in hot, no alien attacks, no neighbors coming to drop by, no beam-ups from allies and Thor – therefore, all was good.
Then again, nothing ever goes as planned at the SGC… except for this morn- Whir whir! D'oh!
The klaxons screamed their warning at 7:24 in the morning. This was more than an alarm clock for SG-1. Jack almost jumped out of his skin, certainly not expecting the gate to be opened. Shit…Jack fell out of bed and took off down the hallway. Apparently, he'd been slow, the corridor was completely empty.
Sam felt like she had gotten a mere hour of sleep before another alarm clock rose to haunt her. Wait… didn't she break the alarm clock? Sam suddenly recognized the 'alarm clock' for what it really was. The gate klaxons! She jumped out of bed and started to take off to the control room. While in the hallway, she saw a very small man running the same way she was in very baggy clothing. They didn't have anyone that small on base…a kid? She called to him.
"Sir? Sir! Please stop!"
The kid turned around and gasped. She found herself face to face with the child and almost fainted from surprise.
"Jack!?"
And suddenly she noticed that everything around her was much higher than it should have been.
That was cruel... another cliffie... but the next chapt is coming out very very soon! like an hour soon... but how was it?