-1Prologue-Life Interruptions
Spoilers: SG1 season 9 up to Ex Deus Machina, SGA season 2- Runner
Disclaimers: None of it's mine! The world will end before I get my hands on SG1 or SGA or any of the related materials. I'm just going to do horrible things to them and than give them back!
So enjoy, or not
---Cassandra---
It was nearly one am with the party showing no signs of slowing down. A hundred rowdy teens tore through the abandoned warehouse. An official college party or kegger, was that the word? Cassandra Frasier's first. Along with her first Tequila slammer. Downing one to the roar of the crowd at the makeshift bar.
She threw her arms up into the air jumping up and down to the beat of the music.
The heartbeat of the party causing her to enfold around the nearest person and locking lips around there's. Only after the moment of intensity did she realise it wasn't Dominic. She saw him out of the corner of her eye. His eyes wide open to her betrayal. He walked off with out a word. And it brought a feeling of relief to her. She didn't care about him now, she was finally having fun. The world was spinning, she was dancing, the music was too loud and the drink blocked out all memory of her painful life.
After mourning over Janet for so long she finally felt alive. Till her life was broken into pieces again. The doors to the dilapidate depot collapsed from the force of an explosive charge. An eight strong group of soldiers' head-to-toe in black military outfits. Faces hidden by balaclava and demonic red night vision goggles, armed with P90's.
No one seems to notice, no else reacted at first the music was too loud, everyone was too wasted. A raw panic gripped Cassy, she screamed out till her lungs were dry of air.
When the bullets started tearing through the crowd of rowdy teens, the up roar and panic quickly turned to terror as the first bodies fell. Casey's friends people she knew from college, from her happy life disappearing right before her eyes. Too shocked to react she just went with the tug on her arm.
Her eyes still fixed on the images of the carnage as she was thrown into the frozen night's air. She turned to see Dominic eclipsed in the door way her personal guardian angel. A hail of gunfire ensured he would not interfere again though. Without a word or thought, Cassy's legs woke to the danger driving her forward down a nameless dark alley.
After what felt like a marathon Casey was forced to stop, Still the canopy of gunfire and screams were in her auditory horizon. Breathing hard and retching followed as her first Tequila slammer returned to the surface. Not knowing whether it was from the stench or blood, running for her life or the cold hand that gripped her shoulder.
She had been with her friends partying. She had been happy. Now she collapsed crying down to her knees while shaking in the cold. The black cloaked figure locked eyes with her and they glowed with the golden menace of a Gou'ald.
'Come with us. Cassandra.' As the disturbed stilted voice of the Gou'ald spoke, a thousand nightmares flashed through her mind illuminated by the Gou'alds surrounding her on all sides.
---Onboard the Sam Carter, in orbit of Orilla, in the galaxy of Ida---
On the grand Asgard battleship the Sam Carter, Supreme commander Thor worked steadily on the stream of data from his 3-D digital display. The ancient information freshly extracted from the depths of the Atlantis mainframe had become his latest obsession, one he shared with all the Asgard. As he tried to comprehend the level of complexity before him. It amazed him how far the Humans of Earth had come in such a short time. From helpless doomed slaves Apophis's of possession. To rid their galaxy of the System lords a feat even Thor had considered impossible. And now thanks too the boldness they were restoring the lost capital of the Ancients; Atlantis. And with it's discover the salvation of the Asgard.
He felt an odd sense of what O'Neill might call pride. Till a rude beeping of the com-system interrupted his thoughts. At first he ignored it with nothing more than a contemptuous glare from his bulging black eyes.
'Supreme Commander.' The annoyingly tight voice of Hiemdell squeaked over the communications link. Thor continued to work.
'Supreme Command Thor.' His new clone body had many advantages over his previous one; unfortunately he still possessed no tolerance for distractions to his work.
'Supreme Commander Thor…' and Hiemdell would not go away; Thor reluctantly accepted that he could not simply ignore Hiemdell this time. He answered the Com-call by moving the small runic stone. Before he could even response though Hiemdell launched into his usually furious torrent of words to communicate.
'Supreme Commander Thor, are long range communication gird has just received a partial message, it appears to be of Ancient origin!' There was a reason why were not suppose to be excited especially over something as insufficient as an Ancient message.
'Hiemdell do you have a point of origin?'
'No commander, however I suspect that originate outside of this galaxy.' If Thor's new jaw could drop from amazement of Hiemdell incompetence, it would.
'You said it was an intergalactic signal.' He spoke tiredly in to the air between the transceiver.
'We have recently acquired valuable information from Atlantis; all our efforts should be focus on our research.' Before Hiemdell could reply the Commander, no sorry supreme commander cut him off.
'We often receive transmission from outposts as their run out of power. The last power been used to signal a distress call!' With that the Com-line went dead and Thor returned to work. A small twitch of satisfaction spread over his lips.
'pu mih thus yllanif I.' The commander muttered under his breath.
---Colonel Samantha Carter's Residence---
Colonel Samantha Carter lies quietly in bed, the red digital readout glowing in the dark. The numbers 5:13 visible, as she shifted under the covers to settled back to sleep. When she heard a faint noise. Sweet dreams of Naquada machines and intergalactic flying machines still clouding her head as a mumbling voice spoke indirectly from her bathroom.
Slightly surprised she creepy through her bedroom to find a nervous General Jack O'Neill talking to himself in the mirror. A collection of cards in his hands with a carefully prepared speech that he recited while examining himself in the mirror, stopping occasional to admire his arms.
Carter stood silently in the door way, a smirk crept on her face as she admired her sweet general. She loved to see this side of him. The cute sensitive side of him, the side that was hidden to the rest of the world. The side she so rarely saw and thus every moment with him was treasured. While also producing a wealth of blackmail material.
Carter saw her slim line black camera phone on the dress nearby, so haplessly did it enter her hands, the device switching on, followed a moment later by a flash that burned the embarrassment of General O'Neill in to its digital memory.
Before the general in only a pair of snoopy underwear could act his images was sent to a dozen members of the SGC.
'That phone contains classified information, I'll need to destroy it carter!'
'You'll have to catch me first!' O'Neill lunged at her. Yet with the energy of a kid she sprung up on too the king sized bed and bounced.
'Carter this is treason! I'll to get a firing squad.'
'Ooh, well I best send to all than, sir!' With a quick feigned salute and button press the entire SGC knew of the General O'Neill's bathroom habits and tastes in underwear.
'That's a court marital offence, Colonel.' He lunged as she grinned with joy. He wrestled her on to the bed and begun nuzzling her neck affectionately.
The phone beside the couple's bed rung, both of them ignored with a twitch of guilt, than again it was only 5:13, and SGC could wait two hours.
After a few kisses and rings the answer machine picked up, to the voice of Daniel.
'Oh, what could he want?' Sam thoughts trailed off as the General moved lower.
'Sam I know you're probably asleep….' There was an immediately identifiable shakiness that came with raw emotion and uncertainty as he spoke 'Sam its Cassie…she's….you need to come in right away.' The finality of his tone left the two of them as statues on the bed. Frozen as statues on the bed.
Author's notes- Well this is my first big story, but I need you the view to keep me on the straight and narrow, so if it please you leave a review.