A familiar chirping sound filled the room. All of the members of SG-1 glanced over towards Xander as he fired a shot into the Jaffa, who was slowly regaining consciousness. Once the guard was once again unconscious, he gave the others a brief smirk.
"What? He was about to disturb a precious moment?"
Jack just shook his head and motioned for the Zat gun. Xander was quick to give it to him. However, as he reached his hand to grab the device from his young friend, the pain he had been experiencing since being on the business end of a Goa'uld pain stick decided to make its presence known.
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As Xander reached out to give the Zat to Colonel O'Neill, he noticed the grimace of pain the Colonel expressed. Without thinking, he was quickly by his CO's side, trying to support the man who seemed to be in pain.
"Colonel, what's wrong?"
When O'Neill wouldn't answer, Xander glanced over to the other members of SG-1. It was Sam who answered.
"He was protesting while they were taking you away. One of the guards used a pain stick on him."
Xander looked at his CO in mute shock. He didn't truly have a great understanding of Goa'uld technology. Sam had shown him the few pieces of Goa'uld technology that the SGC had accumulated. She had actually displayed the healing device, and the ribbon device. She had told him how difficult it was for her to actually use the technology, and that it was impossible to use the technology without having some trace elements of naquada, which is a byproduct given off from a symbiote blending with its host, in your bloodstream.
He had no real clue as to how horrible it must be to be on the business end of a pain stick, but judging from the pain his CO seemed to be in, he knew it was probably worse than he had imagined. He just wished there was something he could do.
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Jack was trying to concentrate on suppressing the pain. It was something he had done on many times before. Hell, this wasn't even the worse injury he had incurred before. His entire body was wracked with pain, but he knew he had to overcome it.
That was when the feeling began. It was a feeling of warmth. The pain that was searing through every nerve in his body began to diminish into nothing. He concentrated on that feeling, and was somewhat surprised to find that he could feel it flowing from the hand that was placed in his shoulder, trying to help steady him. Upon further inspection, it was Xander's hand.
As the feeling of warmth and peace began to spread, Jack noticed that it wasn't just the newly acquired pain that was fading from his body. His knees, which had suffered from years of abuse, lost all the pain that was a habitual feeling for him. The dull and constant ache that had become a permanent part of his life was suddenly gone. He felt energized, rejuvenated even.
As the feeling of warmth began to recede he straightened his posture. All elements of pain or discomfort seemingly obliterated. All the members of SG-1, including Xander, were looking at him in shock. 'He doesn't have a clue.' He looked his young friend in the eyes, gave him a brief grin before giving him a pat on the shoulder and taking the Zat from him. 'I don't think I want him freaking out here.' With that decision made, Colonel O'Neill began to take command of the situation. He took a step towards the still unconscious guard before turning back towards Xander.
"What happened to Ba'al?"
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Xander wasn't quite sure what was going on. In one moment Colonel O'Neill seemed to be in great pain. Then, there was a brief feeling of warmth emanating from O'Neill's shoulder. And no more than a few moments later, the Colonel was as good as new.
Whatever shock he was feeling from this surreal experience quickly became relief as Colonel O'Neill assumed command of the operation. As The Colonel took the Zat from him and took a step towards the downed Jaffa, the adrenaline that had been flowing through his system began to recede. His semi 'fight or flight' mentality began to recede with it. That was when O'Neill proceeded to ask him a simple question, which came close to putting Xander in a state of shock.
"What happened to Ba'al?"
His first thought was that the Goa'uld was alive but unconscious. Then he began to replay the scenes from earlier in his mind.
Thinking back, he remembered being able to take in the entire situation with a great ease. He also recalled the surprise he felt when he realized that he no longer had the injury from the staff blast he received while trying to protect Dr. Jackson. He could still recall how his musings almost cost him his life. A Jaffa had lunged at him with a dagger. He had managed to avoid the fatal wound, but the Jaffa still managed to thrust the dagger into his shoulder, the same one that had received the blast from a staff weapon.
He had reacted quickly. Knocking out the guard and pulling out the dagger had been done by reflex. But now that he had time to think about it, his wound healing in front of his own eyes was definitely not a normal occurrence. It was not natural. In fact, the rate in which his wound was healing was far greater than the supernatural healing ability displayed by a Slayer.
Beyond that, he had been shot by a Zat gun. It should have rendered him unconscious. But it hadn't. There had been some pain, but he was quick to recover. In fact, the pain inflicted by the dagger had dissipated soon after pulling it out.
Xander almost shivered as he glanced down at his shoulder. He pushed some of his fingers through the tear in his uniform. Under the tear he could feel unblemished skin. This was surreal. It was almost as surreal as what had happened after he had neutralized all of the Jaffa in the room.
Ba'al had tried to use the ribbon device to kill him. And somehow, he had countered Ba'al's efforts. With some unseen force, he was able to not only hold off the destructive power of the ribbon device, but to launch that energy back at the user.
No person, especially one without naquada in their system, should be able to control the device. Is that what he did? Did he control the device, even when he wasn't wearing it? He had no real idea. But anything that he could think of in this brief moment left him feeling completely out of place. Something was wrong with him.
He wasn't a host. He was in complete control of his body. But the last thing he remembered was being in that chamber that had masqueraded as a cave. The floor had lit up under his feet for an instant, and then all was black. When he awoke, he was different. Something must be wrong with him.
He looked down at Ba'al's ribbon device that he was now wearing. He could will it to activate. And he knew that was something that he should not be able to do. Oh yes, something was definitely wrong.
Xander could feel the room begin to spin around him. Emotions began to overwhelm him. Uncertainty, desperation, and fear were the predominant emotions wracking his body, his very soul. That was when a hand grabbed him and shook him out of his reverie.
Staring into Jack's concerned eyes; he closed his own and took some deep cleansing breaths. He had been in tight situations before, when there was a great deal of uncertainty. Though at those times, he had the rest of the Scoobies by his side. Now, he had SG-1. He hoped that they would be enough.
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Jack did not like the change in demeanor that Xander was showing. At one moment he was almost smirking at him. In the next, it seemed as though the kid was going to hyperventilate. He saw the kid begin to go inwardly into himself, and acted before the kid had some sort of mental breakdown.
In just a few moments, Xander seemed to collect himself. Well, to the best of his abilities, and answered his previous question.
"I left Ba'al alive. He was knocked out and his pulse was weak." He opened his eyes again. "I just couldn't finish it."
Jack knew there was more to it than he was being told. But at the moment, the most important thing was to get out of this base. It wasn't that he didn't love being captured, because that was always a fun time, but he definitely did not want ANY Goa'uld getting his hands on the kid. And he would do whatever was necessary to ensure that didn't happen.
"It's ok, Xander. It wasn't our mission. Let's just concentrate on finding a way out of here."
Xander looked around. "Where exactly are we?"
Teal'c raised an eyebrow. "We have been transported to Ba'al's home world, Xander Harris."
O'Neill looked optimistic. "The Stargate?"
Teal'c looked over at him. "Will be most heavily guarded, O'Neill."
Xander looked down at the still form of the guard and then at the ribbon device still on his had. An idea began to quickly form.
"Colonel," he sighed. "Can I have the Zat back please?" From the Colonel's curious gaze, he elaborated. "I think we can use sleeping beauty over there," pointing at the still unconscious guard, "to get us out of this mess."
O'Neill looked at him for a brief moment before handing the Zat to him. Xander quickly placed it back in its holster. He then directed Jack, Carter, and Dr. Jackson to stand together in the corner. They were quick to comply. He then looked over to his right.
"Teal'c, I need you to pretend your unconscious laying at my feet. And don't move for any reason." He looked at the former first prime. "Understand?"
Teal'c merely bowed his head. He then wordlessly walked over towards Xander and lay with his back to the ground, feigning unconsciousness.
Xander was in complete awe at the degree of which his teammates were willing to put their trust in him. He just prayed that he didn't let them down. Any further musings were cut off as the guard began to stir.
Xander glared down at the Jaffa before speaking in a harsh tone. "Jaffa Kree."
The guard was in complete agony as it began to regain consciousness. He wasn't quite sure what had happened, but he knew that he had failed his lord, and that most likely meant his death, should this lord even acknowledge such a lowly being existed. That was when he heard the voice of his new lord bark out to him.
All signs of fatigue and pain vanished as he quickly assumed his most humble position, praying that this wasn't his last moments as a living, breathing Jaffa.
"You disappoint me, Jaffa." The Jaffa began to look green. "I would expect much better from one who is to be my First Prime." The Jaffa looked up with an almost hopeful expression. Not only was there a possibility of him not dying, but he may be one to hold such an esteemed position, it was almost too much.
Then he noticed the unconscious Shol'va lying at his master's feet. And then there were the other Tauri prisoners that had been herded into the corner. Suddenly, he was unsure if his life wasn't still forfeit.
Xander stepped over the still form of Teal'c and took a few paces towards the kneeling Jaffa. He did his best to glare at the cowering Jaffa.
"Should you fail me again, you will never know the esteem of such a position. I promise you, all you will know will be pain and death." To the Jaffa's credit, his cowering demeanor vanished and he straightened his posture. There was no way that this particular Jaffa would anger his new lord.
"What is it that you would like me to do, My Lord?"
Xander gave the guard a predatory smile, while inwardly he prayed that he got the rest of this right. He definitely should have paid more attention while Carter and Dr. Jackson were informing him on the latest information regarding the Goa'uld. If he didn't use the proper names here, this could all end very badly.
"Rise." The Jaffa got up from it kneeling position and bowed graciously towards Xander. "I am to take these prisoners to Lord Anubis. Prepare a Ha'tak immediately."
The Jaffa bowed once again before making his way out the door. But before he could reach the entrance, Xander spoke up again.
"Make sure that NO ONE enters this room until you return."
The Jaffa brought his armored hand across his chest, causing a metallic clank as he bowed once again. "As you wish, My Lord."
Once the guard was gone, Xander turned back to the rest of SG-1. Teal'c still remained motionless on the ground. So Xander walked over to him and knelt by his side. In a soft voice, he asked.
'T, do you think you can fly a Ha'tak."
Taking his role seriously, Teal'c didn't even open his eyes; he merely nodded his head slightly. Xander patted his shoulder slightly before standing. He turned towards Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, and Dr. Jackson. O'Neill was grinning like mad.
"I don't care who asks for it…we ARE going to keep this one."
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The Jaffa returned in short order.
"A Ha'tak has already been prepared, My Lord. It was to contain some cargo for Lord Anubis that Lord Ba'al was to transport. Is this the ship you wish to take, My Lord?"
Xander mainly merely nodded his assent. He could feel Jack, and perhaps even Sam, becoming a bit giddy at getting their very own ship, and perhaps some new perspective technology, respectively. The Jaffa spoke once again.
"Shall I prepare a compliment of Jaffa to man the ship, My Lord?"
Xander glared at the guard for a moment. "That will not be necessary. I am sure my First Prime is more than capable of handling the controls to such a ship."
The Jaffa seemed to beam with pride at the words issued by his lord. "Very well, My Lord."
Xander motioned towards Jack and Daniel to gather Teal'c. Soon they were being escorted through the base, and lead to a ring transport that would bring them to the Ha'tak.
Soon they were all alone on the ship. The Jaffa turned to his new master and inquired, "Shall we put them into the holding cells, My Lord?"
Xander gave the guard an incessant glare. "I am a God. Do you truly believe that these pathetic mortals give me any reason to worry?" Inwardly, Xander was almost howling with laughter. He was just glad that he hadn't slipped up a few times and used the expression 'blood bag.'
The Jaffa paled slightly. He had no wish to anger his new God. Though, he had no name by which to call his new lord. He knew he would be blessed with such knowledge when his deity decided he was worthy. The Jaffa guard quickly shook his head.
"No, My Lord, of course not. Please, forgive me."
Xander stared at him for a moment. "Just take the ship into orbit, and do NOT question me again."
As the guard scurried towards the command console, Xander discretely gave the Zat gun to Jack. Then sat in the throne seat just behind the Jaffa.
Once they were in orbit, and about to enter hyper drive, Jack shot the Jaffa with the Zat. Once the guard was dealt with, he quickly ordered Teal'c to the controls, while Xander and Sam carried the guard down to a holding cell. They were done in short order and made their way back to the bridge.
When they got back to the bridge Teal'c had taken over the controls, Daniel was engrossed while reading something on the screens in front of him. Jack, on the other hand was smiling serenely from where he was sitting on the throne seat.
Jack looked over at Xander and smiled. "Nice."
Xander smiled back at his CO. "Any idea on how long it will take to get home." It was Teal'c who responded.
"Almost One and a Half days, Xander Harris." Xander sighed but nodded.
Jack smiled at them. "Oh you aren't going to believe this. We have a full compliment of Al'kesh fighters, a few Tel'tak ships, and an entire squadron of Death Gliders! And, with the exception of the Death Gliders, they all have the capability of cloaking themselves, completely invisible." Jack was almost bouncing on his seat.
Xander and Sam both gave a quick chuckle at the youthful exuberance being displayed by their CO. Then Sam decided to speak up.
"Sir, do we know what cargo is on this ship that Anubis is awaiting?"
Daniel looked up. "Ah, I found a file. I think it's a ship, but most of the information is scrambled and I can't make heads or tales out of it."
Sam looked interested. "It's encrypted? May I take a look?" Daniel looked up at her and gestured her towards the current screen he had open. Suddenly both she and Daniel became engrossed in what they were looking at.
Both Xander and Colonel O'Neill shared a glance. Both were having the same thought. 'Oh Crap.' Jack was about to bring up, as delicately as possible, what had happened earlier. However, he never got the chance as a loud beeping noise began to permeate the bridge.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud! Teal'c, is Ba'al already on out butts? I was hoping to have at least a few minutes."
Teal'c looked up from his command console. He merely lifted an eyebrow before speaking. "No, O'Neill. It is a distress call that we are receiving."
Jack gave him a confused expression. "A distress call? Can we really receive those while in hyper drive?"
"Indeed we can, O'Neill."
Inwardly, Jack sighed. What should he do? It would be really easy to avoid, and ignore, such a call. Hell, with the probability that they were going to have an entire fleet on their asses; it was probably the correct decision to make. However, from the looks he was receiving from Carter, Daniel, and even Xander, he knew which decision he was going to make.
"OK, fine. We'll check it out. But, if its going to take any serious resources, or too much time…we'll see what we can do, but we are out of there. I shouldn't need to remind you of just what, and who, is coming after us."
Once that decision was reached, they fell out of hyper drive. They arrived on a scene that left little to the imagination. Two ships were firing any weapon they had at each other. Jack looked over to Teal'c. There was nothing that they could do. Well, nothing they could do in the amount of time they had available. Fate, however, had something else entirely on its mind.
As soon as they arrived they were noticed by the other shipsthe other ships noticed them. The firing between the two other ships stopped for a brief moment.. It resumed a moment later, however, now the weapons fire from both ships, were being aimed at their Ha'tak. Before they could even react Teal'c began to speak up while firing off some shots of his own.
His voice was barely audible over the mini explosions happening throughout the entire bridge. "O'Neill, their weapons are causing too much damage to our ship, in too short of a time. Our engines are down. Our shields will only last another few moments before we are completely defenseless." He paused for a moment before looking back directly towards Colonel O'Neill. "We no longer have weapons. I recommend we take a ship and retreat."
Before anyone could react to Teal'c and his declaration, the view screen flickered to life. A hauntingly familiar face appeared to the original four members that comprised SG-1.
The face of Molum, the representative of the Aschen Confederation, appeared on the screen and appeared to pay them no attention as he emotionlessly spoke of them invading Aschen Confederate space. He went on to inform them that they would soon be boarded by an Aschen representative, when he finally looked upon the victims he was attacking.
In an unbelievable precedent, Molum's face contorted into a visage of complete and utter rage. His voice was full of both hate and rage as he spoke. "YOU!" He took a few deep breaths, each seeming to increase his anger. Veins could be seen pulsing along his temples. "Prepare to DIE!" With that the view screen went black.
Jack looked at the blank screen in a bit of shock. "Huh. Well, he showed some emotion. I guess there's a first time for everything." It was at that point that he realized he was about to loose his brand new, beautiful, and fully loaded mother ship. It was quite understandable as his shock quickly formed into anger.
Colonel O'Neill was fuming as he glanced over towards Carter. "Where is the closest ship to the bridge?"
Looking at the schematics, she quickly replied, "That would be the ship Anubis is awaiting."
Jack flung his hands up in mock surrender before picking up the Zat and placing it in its holder on his fatigues.
"Fine! Let's go campers, we're leaving." He looked over at Carter. "But I swear that the next one we ARE keeping."
Major Carter sighed. "Yes Sir. The next one we'll keep, Sir." He gave her a small glare, but any comment he could have made was cut off by Xander.
"Sir, what about the Jaffa that I brought aboard."
Teal'c spoke up before The Colonel could. "There is not enough time to get him and make it to the ship. I am sorry Xander Harris."
Xander slumped slightly. Jack placed his hand on Xander's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze while guiding him along with the rest of SG-1.
"It's OK, Xander. You couldn't have known. And if itsit's between any member of this team, and him…I'm sorry, but it's going to be him every time."
That didn't seemed to placate Xander entirely, but he resumed his previous pace, intent on getting off this apparent death trap.
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They quickly made their way into one of the large hanger bays. To their surprise the massive room was almost empty; save for a small round tube that they assumed was a ship. They circled the tubular ship a few times. The only entrance they could find was at the rear of the ship, but no one had a clue on how to open it.
Jack looked at Sam. "You think we need a key or something?"
Sam just shook her head while Xander approached the ship and placed his hand on what they assumed was a door.
"Open Sesame!" To everyone's astonishment, the door actually hissed open. Xander looked back to see the shock on everyone's face. He smiled at them and motioned to the open door. The Colonel made his way up to him and gave him an incredulous look.
"Open Sesame!"
Xander shrugged his shoulders. "It sounded good."
"Open Sesame!"
Xander gave him his own indignant look. "It worked, didn't it!"
"Open Sesame!"
Xander just huffed at him and made his way through the, now open, door. Every step forward he took more lights came on to illuminate the section he was in. The back of the ship had two padded benches running along parallel to the walls. There were compartments above the benches, and some control panels as well. He could tell that Carter would be drooling soon. Should they make it out of this alive.
As he made his way through the open partition that separated the back of the ship from the cockpit, he had to whistle in appreciation. There were four padded seats. The two pilot seats, up front, were surrounded by controls galore. What separated the two front seats was something that looked akin to a DHD, though it was one that looked nothing like any of the pictures he had seen, or the one he had seen briefly on the first planet he had ever visited. As soon as he sat in one of the pilot chairs all of the controls came online. A holographic display came online that overlapped with the windshield. Once Daniel made his way to the front of the ship, and actually saw the display, he actually hissed in shock.
Colonel O'Neill, who had taken the second pilot seat, looked back at his friend. "Daniel, what's wrong?"
Daniel pointed at the screen. Something that appeared to be a ship's diagnostics was being scrolled through. "Jack, that language is of The Ancients."
"WHAT?" All eyed eyes went to Carter, who smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, but are you saying that we are actually sitting in a ship built by The Ancients?"
"NO!" All eyes now went to Jack. "We get out of here first, then we can start with the 20,000 questions."
Daniel looked at him. "Isn't that supposed to be 20 questions?"
Jack glared at his friend. "I stand by what I said." He looked over at Xander. "Why don't we see about getting the door in the back closed." Before he even finished the entire thought, the door had hissed shut. He sent Xander a small smile. "Good job." Xander just shrugged, he wasn't sure that he was doing any of this. But now wasn't the time.
Xander glanced at Jack. "What do we do now?"
Jack looked back at him. "Well, why don't we see if you can fly this thing?"
Xander looked a little uncertain, but asked, "Umm…How exactly?"
Daniel spoke up. "Well…So far everything seems to react to you simply thinking it. So, why not trying to will the ship into flight?"
Xander looked completely speculative, but complied none the less. He gently placed his hands onto the controls in front of him. They flared for a moment, and the hum of the ship could be heard.
Xander gently took his hands away from the console, so as not to anger the ship. When the ship's hum didn't die down, he breathed a sigh of relief. He concentrated on making the ship hover, while in the back of his mind he desperately tried to keep his emotions in check, and just freak out about this later.
As the ship began to hover above the floor of the hanger bay, explosions could be heard tearing the ship apart. Jack just shook his head while mumbling about never stopping until they were home ever again.
Xander looked over towards Jack and quietly asked, "What now?"
Jack glanced back towards Carter while pointing to the large, closed doors ahead of them.
"Ah, is there any way that we can open those?" Sam simply shook her head.
Xander just sighed. 'Can't this thing just have a missile or something? As soon as he thought that, compartments on the outer hull of both sides of the ship could be heard opening. And before anyone could question what could was happening, a golden form, shaped like a squibsquid, suddenly lit up from inside the compartment.
It rocketed out of its compartment and fully impacted with the doors. Not only did the doors fully explode outward, it felt as though the entire ship was going to be blown apart by the small missile.
Jack shot another incredulous look towards Xander.
Xander saw the look and shrugged his shoulder again. "Hey, don't look at me!"
O'Neill just shook his head. "Never mind that now. Just get us out of here."
As the explosions began to form all around the ship, that was a decision that Xander could fully get behind. Without feeling a thing, the ship rocketed out of the hanger bay as it was being engulfed in its own explosions.
As they were heading away from the ship, they could see the enemy ships still firing at the Ha'tak vessel. Xander was inwardly wishing that they were invisible, and even though no one on the inside of the ship was aware, the ship they were traveling in suddenly cloaked itself.
Jack just looked at Xander. "Just get us out of here, as fast as you can." Xander just shook his head, and soon they were off at even greater speeds.
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It was about 15 minutes later when Xander spoke. "I don't think this thing goes into hyper space. Unless it's just not reacting to my asking it to." He glanced over to the other members of SG-1. Sam and Daniel had taken the two rear seats in the cockpit, with Teal'c standing between them.
Xander sighed. "You know, we could really use some sort of manual for this thing." Once he said that a noise could be heard to his left where a console opened up. A bulky form that looked like a PDA on steroids was sitting there. He gently picked it up. The moment he did so, it began to scroll through different options, ending on what looked to be schematics.
Sam, who had been looking over his shoulder, exclaimed, "Holly Hannah!" Xander looked at her in shock as she took the object from his hands. She looked up at him and smiled sheepishly once again. "It's actually a manual for this ship."
Xander looked at her in shock once again, before looking intently at the console that was closed once again. "You know, I could really go for a Twinkie right about now." Both he and Jack stared expectantly at the console. But the damn thing refused to do anything. They looked at each other and shrugged. "It was worth a shot." Jack merely nodded his assent before turning towards Carter.
"Can you read that thing?"
Carter shrugged. "Some of the schematics I can, somewhat, comprehend. Though it would be much easier if it would scroll to the information I wanted like it does for Xander." Xander just gave her a lopsided smile before turning his attention back to the controls, and the still non-compliant console. He really wanted a Twinkie.
"It seems as though I can manually scroll through the information as well, though it will take quite a while to get any useful information."
Jack nodded. "That's fine, Carter. Keep at it." She nodded and went back to work.
Xander looked at the center console and then over towards Jack.
"Umm, Colonel?" Colonel O'Neill looked over at him. "Have you noticed the design, and shape, of the ship.ship? Not to mention that our center console looks like an advanced DHD?"
Jack sighed. "Yea, I did notice that." He looked over towards Xander. "You think this ship can actually fly through a Stargate? It looks like it would be a tight fit."
Xander just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, Sir. Hell, I don't even know where we could find a planet close enough to fly to that has a Stargate."
A new holographic display emerged on the frontal view port. A representation of a planet appeared. And a small blue dot appeared on the planet. There was a red path that flowed diagonally across the screen and ended on a red flashing dot. As the dot moved forward on the hologram, the red path began to change to blue at the dot swept past that point.
Jack sighed again. "Looks like we're heading to that planet." He looked over at the kid. "I just hope you can fly us through a Stargate in this thing. Because I really don't want to leave it behind."
Xander just shook his head as Major Carter peered over his shoulder. Staring at the new display with immense concentration. After about a minute and a half she spoke up.
"Sir, at our current rate of travel, I would estimate that we will reach our destination somewhere between 6between 6 to 8 hours."
Jack leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. "Good, wake me up when we get there." He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his other teammates. "Uh, Guys? Does this place have a bathroom?"
They all looked at each other before glancing towards the back of the ship. They looked back at Colonel O'Neill with solemn expressions. It was Sam who spoke up.
"I don't think so Sir."
Jack sighed once again and leaned back in his chair. "Fine, just wake me up when we get there."
There was silence in the ship for all of 3 minutes before Jack spoke up again.
"Are we there yet?"
The rest of SG-1 looked at each other in complete trepidation. Each member thinking the same thing.
'Oh Crap!'
