Sorry to leave you off on short an abrupt ending...here's the next chapter... my first story to make 8 chapters! I'm SOOOO happy! Thanks for all the encouragement too!
The team's eyes widened and eyebrows shot up into the hairline. They didn't actually think the general would faint! Now they had to act – somehow…
Teal'c took the matter into his own hands and heaved the general up over his shoulder. The team stood by and gaped at the sight. Apparently, although Teal'c was in a ten year olds body, he still was immensely strong. He took a deep breathe and let it out, as though he was under a lot of strain.
"Let us go!" he heaved. SG-1 took no time in obeying. They opened the door and took off for the infirmary, Jack and Sam in the lead on the lookout for the big Marines. Teal'c, however, could only take so much. After a couple minutes, Hammond slid down his shoulder and onto the floor. The big Jaffa was exhausted.
"T, you okay?"
"I will be fine O'Neill."
"Good." Jack clapped him on the back and turned to the rest of them. "We'll wait here for Teal'c to catch his breath. Carter, I need you to find something with wheels that we can put the general on and roll him around."
"On my way sir." Carter checked around the corner and sped off.
"Now we sit… and wait," Jack sighed.
A couple corridors down from the colonel's position, Sam was skittering through some old junk in a storage room looking desperately for table or a used gurney with wheels. Sam looked around worriedly. She saw a broken down table… thing that looked like it used to have wheels, but didn't anymore. Grabbing this, the major looked for the wheels that might fix the thing.
There! In the corner… come on Sam! she thought happily. That lasted all of a second before she realized that those wheels were meant for something much bigger than the spokes of the broken down gurney she'd found. Sam looked at the parts that she wanted to use and thought.
Looks like I'm gonna have to MacGyver something together out of this stuff… now let's see…The small major picked up the wheels and some extra dowels… bigger ones. Sam fiddled around with them before deciding how exactly to go about this. She knew she had to retrofit the wheels to the cart, but how?
"Come on Carter… where are you?" Jack mumbled to himself. He was also trying not to contemplate what would happen if they didn't get out of this form. He came up with one answer:
It'd suck.
Yeah, definitely. The colonel reminded himself to stop thinking about his form and continue brooding over Sam. As if on command, Carter appeared from around the corner with a jerry-rigged gurney thing with oversized wheels. It would have to do.
"Okay everyone, lift him on three. 1…2…3!" With a heave and some grunts, the team successfully lifted Hammond onto the cart. "Okay people, let's go," Jack ordered.
They decided to do it like this: all of them would push until they got enough momentum to keep going with one person pushing. The rest of them would get in the undercarriage. After the pusher got tired, he or she'd switch with another one of them. Teal'c was designated to be first. Sam, Jack, and Daniel seemed to be having the time of their lives as Teal'c pushed the general and three 'stowaways' at his top speed down a hallway full of military personnel. At one point, they even had someone chase them for a couple yards.
Barreling around a corner, it was Jack's turn to push. Teal'c jumped in as Jack jumped out and grabbed a hold of the bars and ran. He stopped at the next corner, looking about carefully. It was the elevator. They all sat still, determining what to do. Jack motioned for Carter to go survey the situation. She nodded and snuck out.
Sam looked around the corner to see the elevator doors open up slowly. A man walked out, a sergeant to be precise. The major flattened herself against the wall, a signal for the others to be quiet and do the same. The man strode down the corridor without any look back. Relieved, Sam peered into the open elevator, it was empty! She quickly motioned them to come and ran to hold the door open.
A metal thing on wheels flew by her and into the car, at this Sam hit the 'close door' button and waited for the electronics to do their work. Once the doors slammed shut, Carter slumped against the wall. Teal'c took the liberty of crawling on top of the cart and pressing the button for level 21, Janet's Lair.
Four levels up and a minute later, the metal cart flew down to the infirmary with Jack at the 'wheel.' He saw the door of the infamous infirmary loom in front of him. O'Neill ran as fast as he could, pushed the cart just as hard, and hopped into the undercarriage with the others. He figured the momentum would get Hammond barely through the doors and no further. Hammond and his make-shift transportation screeched to a halt in the doorway. This action, catching both the doc's eye and ear, wandered over to investigate. She gasped slightly.
"Corporal, get the general into a bed and get him on an I.V.," she ordered. She checked the general's eyes with a small penlight to see if he was still responsive or not.
Good, she thought, he hasn't gone into a comatose state. Janet, with a flick of her hand, ordered the 'gurney' out of her infirmary, but before the orderly could completely do his job, two reflections of light caught her eye. The glint of glasses on the lights. She spun to find four ten year olds sitting in her infirmary looking like they'd been caught doing something very bad.
"Hi," they chimed weakly.