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Blindsided: Part 1-Blaze of glory
Spoilers- A little crossover with the Atlantis episode Rising part 2, if you haven't seen it yet, I have a big old spoiler for that so be warned.
Disclaimer- Stargate and Stargate Atlantis are not mine it would very cool if they were, but they belong to MGM, Brad Wright and Robert C. Cooper and other people. So go sue them if your bored.
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---Briefing room, SGC---
Jack replaced the red phone down on the desk. After a few choice words, the president had signed off on the mission as a personal favour to Jack. But something about asking the man for permission to disobey orders just didn't give him the same rebellious satisfaction as Daniel had called it.
Speaking of the archaeologist. He popped his head round the office door. Spying Jack he loudly knocked and marched right in before the General could response.
'You busy?' Daniel asked nonchalant poking around the office.
'No, but I don't suppose that would stop you if I was.' Jack relied, rubbing his eyes.
'What's that suppose to mean?' Daniel trying his best to look hurt.
'Oh, I just sense a much unwanted pep talk on the way.' Daniel looked taken aback by his friend insight.
'I wasn't going to say anything.'
'No.'
'No.' The archaeologist shaking his head rigidly. Secretly vexed by his friends uncanny foreknowledge.
'Just thought you should know we've-' Daniel paused at the sight of his friends depressed expression. 'Run out of espresso.' Jack looked up quizzically. 'Yeah you should see the SGC up in arms! Walter and the other technicians are already in withdrawal. I think Teal'c about ready to pull some serious Jaffa kung fu on anyone.' Daniel wildly shooting his hands out at weird angles feigning kung-fu with the speed of a ninja. Jack nodding in amusement.
'So seriously how are you doing?' Daniel shot in before Jack's foul mood returned.
'I' am fine.' Jack was lying, knowing full right he couldn't fool Daniel, but still he had to lie to his friend. He could feel his best poker face failing him, it couldn't hide the concern and pain he was feeling for Cassie. She was like a daughter to him, hell, as far as he was concerned she was his daughter. And now someone had her. Some slimy Gou'ald or weird alien had his Cassie.
'Really your fine? Because if giving Federal agents concussions is fine.' Daniel chuckled. 'I really don't want to see you angry.' Daniel added causing Jack to acknowledge that he had a point.
'He was getting in my way.' Jack shook his head. 'Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do. But this Cassie, and all he cared about was this goddamn review!'
'Jack, she going to be alright. But we need to stay on the international communities good side or else, the SGC going under, then what are we going to do the next time something like this happens?' Daniel said trying desperately to reassure his friend, while trying to make him see sense.
'I know she's be fine Daniel and everything going work out just fine and she's be home in time for supper! So let's all just sit around talking about our feelings!' Jack was on his feet and loudly shouting at his friend.
'We doing our best. Jack.' Daniel said calmly, afraid of his friend.
'Our best! We waiting for a call from the other side of world to tell us they ready. We waiting!' Jack spat out angrily pacing his office floor.
'Jack the long range sensors in Antarctic are the same as the same as the one in Atlantis. And with all the Naquada in her blood, they will be able to find her like that.' Daniel snapped his fingers for dramatic effect.
Jack sighed sitting back into his chair, he leant out and gripped his head.
'I can't lose her.' The old military man struggling with the emotions in his voice.
'I know.' Daniel would of reach out to comfort his friend but knew better. Jack had to deal with his emotions in on his own in his own way. The lone soldier how he wished jack would open up more, but still.
'I mean it. If I lose Cassie, I'll lose carter as well. And if that..' Jack's voice was almost breaking as thoughts long since buried broke through to the surface.
'I' am done Daniel, I' am done with everything.'
'You mean the air force?' Daniel stopped as another darker thought entered his mind, forcing the archaeologist to look hard at his friend as the impossible idea sunk in.
'Oh.' Daniel could now barely speak as a solemn silence filled the room for several minutes.
The silence was finally broken by an alarm blared to the familiar call over the intercom of an unscheduled off world activation.
'Great now what?' O'Neill pulled his military bravado back over he and Dr Jackson quickly descend to the control room below. Just making it in time to watch the final chevron lock in position and the water blast of energy jumped into the gate room with a kawoosh. The metallic iris sliding into position a moment after.
'We're receiving an IDC signal, it's Colonel Mitchell's team sir.' Siler spoke out into the bustling control room.
'Open the Iris.' On the general's command the iris smoothly slid apart.
'I thought he wasn't due back till later today-' Daniel froze mid sentence as he remembered the planet Mitchell was on. Without thinking he pulled up the intercom speaker and ordered. 'Medical teams to the gate room.' Then turning to the startled Jack he smiled. 'It gets kind of hot on PX3-222.'
Jack stood there slightly dumbfounded for a few seconds, when the event horizon rippled violently as Dr Lee and three other scientists wrapped in smoke rushed into the gateroom coughing. Before the others could catch their breath Dr Lee turned and shouted at the control room.
'His on fire!'
A second later a human fire ball burst through the event horizon Crossing the ramp and diving on to the hard concrete floor. Rolling madly to extinguish the flames. Moments later a couple of SF threw a fire blanket over him while stamping out the last of the flames. A tense sigh of relief was released by all as Colonel Mitchell climbed to his feet, his military pack disintegrated off his back. Before he released a triumphant shout to the entire SGC in his trademark accent.
'HELL YEAH! Now that's why I love this job!' He than performed a jovial victory dance around the gate room while shaking hands and lapping up the applauded from the people who had saved his life.
---Wraith hive ship, Pegasus galaxy---
The slow seductive form of the female wraith circled hypnotically. Colonel Sumner stood defiant in the nightmarish feeding hall. The wraith queen struck at his mind with wave of psychic energy, causing the colonel's knees buckled under the psychic strain.
'Go to hell.' He stared valiantly into the face of death
'Earth first.' She squealed as she launched her hand at his chest.
---Outpost level, Terra Atlantus---
'Whoa!' Major Sumner opened his eyes and blinked painfully, before groaning and clutching his head in pain. Rocking up and out of the stretcher swing his legs over the side rail of the cot. He looked around surprised that his surrounds were still there and not vaporised by the impact of the drones.
'You alright son.' The kindly face of General George Hammond beamed down at him.
'What happened.' He looked around the bright spot lights string his eyes and made his head throb harder.
'You did good and…then kind of bad.' Dr Gardner moved into view a slight smile on her face. 'You stopped the drones and passed out in the chair.'
'I did? That's bad.' He muttered off to one side, trying to stop the war drums pounding in his head.
'We'd call the MO- but I imagined that she would object to you using the chair again so soon.'
'I'm using the chair again? Sir.' Sumner quickly corrected himself.
'I' am afraid to say we have a situation that requires your immediate attention.' The old general meet gaze firmly with the major a deathly serious expression now on his face.
'Yes sir.' Sumner pulled himself to his feet with a strain. Noticing something more to the general's demeanour, this was more than just a mission. There was something personal to this order.
'When do we begin, sir.' While the three of them spoke the woman Sumner meet briefly early on the surface entered the outpost. General Hammond catching sight of her, he looked awkward at her appearance in the outpost.
'You're a go, as soon as we get the go ahead from the president and Dr Felger's ready.' He said half paying attention as he watched the women eye the ancient equipment. 'You should rest up until then, son.' He patted the major on the arm in a fatherly manner before strolling over to the aimless secretary of defence
Sumner then turned to face Dr Gardner face twisted in bewilderment. 'Dr Felger.'
'Felger's just got to perform some modifi…cations, I sense a disagreement with that plan?' She smile weakly at the Major who was certainly not amused.
'Felger and that chair or just any old chair. I mean that chair can destroy the world but I think if we give him the regular kind he'd…still destroy the world.' Sumner smiled pointing discreetly at the chair and than back towards the major.
'That's not fair. He is an expert of ancient technology.' She replied in her friend's defence.
'Ah, yes. But how many times today has Felger nearly blown up the whole world via that chair.' He nodded to her inevitable remission.
'I admit, there are probably better candidates for this post. But it was thanks to Felger we found the long range sensors last week.' She retorted defending her colleague something she seemed to do a lot of recently.
'By accident.' The major retorted.
'He'll do better after last time. Please just give him a chance.' She smiled trying to provoke a reaction from the major who just rested in the stretcher cot with only a coldly spoken.
'What's the mission?'
Meanwhile…
Over the skies of Antarctic a lone Al'kesh disappears under the screen of it's cloaking device. Inside the Gou'ald pilot skilfully guides the vessel through the ice mountains and ravines that lay between the vessel and it's target.
A beeping inside the pel'tak awakes the pilot from his flying trance.
'Report.' A clean shaven man with a crop of dark hair appears in front of the pilot on the communications screen.
'The human installation remains unaware of my approach.' The pilot responded with a grin of satisfaction.
'Excellent, once the troops are deployed, leave the area.' The middle aged man on the screen spoke with command. 'If our troops should fail you must destroy the installation. We can not allow the humans of this world to possess such power.'
'Yes, lord Camulus' The pilot responded.
---Briefing room, SGC---
General O'Neill entered the briefing room with Daniel in tow. He was greeted by the sight of his former team plus Colonel Mitchell.
'How are we doing?' O'Neill
'I think we there, sir.' Carter said her voice an uplifted tone in her voice.
'And where's that?' Cameron poked in only recently having been briefed on the situation.
'Well with the Prometheus on the other side of the galaxy on a recognisance mission, we were left with out any mean of tracking Cassie. We don't even know if she's was still on earth, are last visually placed her been beamed aboard a cloaked vessel.'
'But then again we've had highly advanced sensors at our dispose all along.' Daniel finished as Carter faltered with emotion.
'You mean the ancient outpost.' Cameron chimed in as he grasped the chain of events
'Exactly, we've learned from the Atlantis expedition that the Ancients equipped their outposts and cities with long ranges sensors. Just over a week ago the research team in Antarctic were able to activate the outposts sensors. Now while they lack the range of the Atlantis sensors, they can still detect individual life forms on a global scale.'
'Cassie certainly fits the requirements of a life form.' O'Neill added. 'Although she hardly dresses human anymore.'
Carter glared at her lover for his last remark. 'Even better is the her high level of Naquada in her blood.' Carter paused she mused over the next words to continued her explanation.
'I sense a but coming…' O'Neill
'Well sir the power requirement of the sensors… is big, it nearly overloaded the mark 2 Naquada generator when they were activated.'
'And mark 2 generators are not…exactly…cheap.' Daniel throw in quickly, only to see a vexed Colonel Mitchell who was planning on saying something similar.
'About a half billion dollars each.' Cameron added in a competition with Daniel's last remark.
'As I said not cheap.' Daniel was quick to defend his position
'So Expensive.'
'Well, yes.'
'Enough! Children! I take it this is the problem.' O'Neill was still beaming at the banter between the two of them. Knowing he had chosen the perfect leader for SG-1. Carter could never irritate Daniel in just that perfect way to get that sneer of contempt and still provoke an argument from the archaeologist.
'The secretary of defence is visiting the Antarctic site as we speak, to assess weather their will be a continued investment in the Outpost from the D.O.D.' Carter explained hesitantly.
'Aaahhh! I hate politics! I just swung this by the president he said it was cool!'
'The problem is who the Secretary is.' Daniel continued. 'And I doubt our personal investment in the situation will win her over.' Carter expressed her frustration in a tired sigh.
'Who is she?' Cameron asked already with a sneaking suspicion as to the answer.
'Rachel Kinsey, sir' A groan filled the briefing room as General O'Neill thumped his head against the desk to the name.
A/N: okay this chapter got kind of big so I broke it in two, I'll update soon with part two. So as always leave your thoughts via the mystical medium of the review tab!
P.S.- Regarding Cam those of you who would like to see him suffer during the course of this story please leave any appropriate review and suggested torment at the beep.