Title: Looking Glass pt 8
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Tok'ra
Archive: SJD yes
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue me!
AN: Argh my computer did it again! Three pages just lost!!! Oh well. I know it's kinda short, but I just wanted to get an update done. School's been crazy, so I had to take a break from my two 10 pg papers due to write this. Thanks everyone for the feedback, I really appreciate it! Hope you enjoy!
ANAN: (another AN) Sorry everyone for the mix up, here's a corrected version!

Jack led the team through the hallways, feeling happy but uneasy that they didn't run into any Jaffa on the way. After he suddenly stopped, they all heard the same noise. There was something on the other side of the hallway. Jack slowly made his way to the edge of the wall and edged his gun out before him. Quickly, he spun around to see his noise maker.

"Colonel O'Neill, it's good to see you. And you too, ma'am, "Matters said, his image mirrored from Jack's, looking a Sam, who smiled in return. He turned around to see him team, who were also in the same position, ready to attack on a moment's notice, which always made him proud. Jack nodded, and the guns all came down.

"So, what's been happening?" Jack asked.

"Well, sir, it appears that the fleet left. They all just flew away," Matters said, his hand mimicking the fleets actions as he moved it in the air.

"What? Just left? Why would they do that?" Sam asked, as her eyebrow burrowed in confusion.

"Teal'c?" Jack asked for an explanation.

"It is possible that if Ba'al does not perceive us as a threat, he could send his ships away to further is bidding," Teal'c informed him.

"Rule number two, never underestimate your opponent," Jacob muttered, looking at Sam.

"Jack, we could use this to our advantage. If he thinks Sam's dead and we're leaving, we could surprise him with an attack," Daniel said excited by the potential grounds they just gained.

"Why Daniel! Was that military strategioury coming from you?" Jack asked with mock surprise, his hand flying to cover his heart.

"Strategioury? That's not even a word," Daniel scolded.

"It sure is. Maybe we could switch jobs, you be the military strategiourist and I'll be the linguist," Jack offered, which looked like all seriousness.

"Daniel's right. We could attack Ba'al when he's the least defensible," Sam interjected, trying to put off the oncoming argument.

"It must appear to Ba'al that he needs no or minimal guards," Teal'c offered, agreeing with her.

"All right, here's what we're gonna do."

"What is this?" Ba'al asked himself in his empty control room. He saw the activated Stargate and the Tau'ri running through it. He looked closer, and recognized a few faces as the ones who came through the first time.

(Scene change)

"Well well well O'Neill. I guess I'm surprised, I did not think you would tire as easily, even though your friend is gone," he muttered proudly. Ba'al was nervous after he sent most of his fleet away, but he really didn't think they would be needed.

"How much damage can a few Tau'ri cause?" he asked himself as he sat down in his chair to watch the rest of the soldiers retreat.

(Scene change)

General Hammond was at the bottom of the ramp waiting for the rest of the people to come through. The only two teams that didn't come through were SG 1 and 2. And he needed some answers.

"Captain? What's going on?" he asked the last one through.

"It's all a part of Colonel O'Neill's plan, sir," the captain informed him. Hammond merely nodded, trusting his second in command.

"Debriefing immediately."

(Scene Change)

The plan was working so far. Given only the first few steps had been implemented, but it was still a good sign. Sam opted to stay with SG-2 and try to work the gun. She had been confused when Jack told her it hadn't worked when he tried. So, she used it on the Jaffa they were hunting down.

It wasn't as inhumane as it sounded. There were only a few Jaffa they did find. And those were always given Teal'c spiel and asked them if they wished to join the rebels. A few did, which fit into their plan. They would walk around the levels of the ship with their new allies pretending to force them around, and they would disable the new Jaffa before they were given the same choice. Those who denied it were taken out. Sam tried to use the gun as best as she could. Every time, it would start up and make the familiar noises, but then it would die out, which made everyone a little on edge. No one wanted to be standing behind that gun when it was aimed at Ba'al and not working. They would end up zatting the Jaffa and dragging them off into an empty room when the gun didn't work.

Teal'c and Daniel teamed off as Jack and Jacob did. They would plant C4 in the entrances of the tunnels to the outside, allowing no one to come in or leave. No uninvited guests for this party, Jack had joked. Teal'c and Daniel were taking on the west side, and Jack and Jacob the east side. As soon as all of the C4 was set, they would meet up with SG-2 and Sam and blow it. The only way out of the ship was through the transporter rings.

Jack was bending over the C4 which he had set up on a stone, trying to make it stay put. Jacob was futzing with the timer when he heard the fatal noise.

"Kree!" cried the Jaffa, shooting a completely venerable Jacob straight in the stomach. Jack snapped to action and zatted the Jaffa twice, just to make sure.

"Daniel, Teal'c, come in," he barked into his radio on his vest.

"Jack we're here!" Daniel called from down the hallway.

"What has happened?" Teal'c asked when he saw his friend leaning over Jacob. Jack looked up, and the look in his eyes was enough to make Teal'c very worried.

"It's nothing really. A flesh wound," Jacob offered his counterparts.

"Jacob, it doesn't look good." That was an understatement. He had been shot right in the stomach, and Selmac probably wouldn't be able to heal him. The damage was too much Jacob knew it, and it was taking every fiber in his being to stay calm. The only way they could save him was to get to the sarcophagus, quickly.

"The timer's broken," Jack stated, still down to business. This is what he had been trained for. Jacob held up his hand to see the timer.

"Yeah it is. Someone's going to have to stay here to set it off." The four men just looked around at each other with wide eyes, as the words sank in.

"I'm guessing no one brought straws," Jack muttered. He didn't like this situation. He didn't know what was going to happen.

TBC…. Feedback is always loved! Yes it's a cliffhanger, I'm good at them haha!