AN: This is an Angel crossover, but only involves an obscure little idea that requires no knowledge of the actual show. So read on!
Angels or Demons?
Colonel Jack O'Neill, USAF sighed and moved his flashlight along the walls of the tunnel. Ruins, ruins, ruins. You'd think traveling across the galaxy would be exciting and adventurous, which it was, but a lot of the time it was just ruins, ruins, ruins.
"Hey, Sam!" the young Kelownan Jonas Quinn stuck his brown haired head out of a room just ahead of them, startling the Colonel into nearly dropping his P-90.
"Jesus!" Could the little guy be patient for once?
"Coming!" replied the blonde Major Carter, Jack's second in command, laughing quietly at Jack's reaction. He scowled at her back as Samantha exited the corridor. After a few seconds there was a long, low whistle.
"Sir, you may want to see this!"
"This better be interesting," muttered Jack, which it probably wasn't.
The room SG-1 was standing in was lined with colourful and detailed hieroglyphs and pictures. Apart from that the only other features were four bejeweled sarcophagi standing in a row in the center of the room. Teal'c followed Colonel, and the large brown Jaffa raised an eyebrow at the sight.
"To whom do these belong, Jonas Quinn?" Teal'c queried in his deep voice.
"Wellll..." mumbled Jonas, the resident cultural expert, scanning the walls for any clue, "These," he indicated a row of hieroglyphics on the back wall, "say that Osiris, Thoth, Bastet, and Horus rest here, and there should be a fifth sarcophagus belonging to Isis. Hm."
"Hm what?" asked O'Neill.
"Well, you told me you found Isis dead, Osiris is under Anubis's command, and if the other three were still being used they would be on ships, or at least guarded by a large contingency of Jaffa. And these don't look like regular sarcophagi anyway."
"So?" What'd ya go and get us all worked up for?
"Well, it could be kings, or priests or something I guess. The interesting thing is that they're buried together."
"Or they really are a kind of older model sarcophagi and just got dumped here." Major Carter kicked a black box attached to the back of one of the sarcophagi, "Generator," she told them, "Which means they' could be ours for the taking!" Sam was aregular science geek, and her face lit up at the prospect of dismantling a sarcophagus.
"All right," agreed Colonel O'Neill as if talking to a group of children, "but just one for now, and we can come back and get the rest later."
"'Kay," agreed Sam happily, "just gotta turn off the generator first."
"What, you mean it's on?"
There was a downwards hum as the generator shut down, and then four audible clunks reverberated around the room. There wasn't even time for someone to ask "What was that?" before gas and dust began to pour from the sarcophagi and cloud the room. SG-1 ran down the corridor and back up out into the open air, coughing and choking.
"Brilliant!" breathed Jack sarcastically, "Friggin' brilliant!"
"Sorry, sir," panted Carter, "but I couldn't have known!"
"Yeah, yeah," muttered the Colonel, "let's head back to the Gate. I ain't going back in there any time soon."
Later that day SG-1 was given a clean bill of health and sent on their way. The guys all headed over to Jack's to watch a movie, and Sam, in a bad mood because she had no sarcophagus to dismantle, retreated into her lab. Still not feeling the best after the gassing incident, she was wary about going home. But by ten o'clock Sam was thinking Maybe all I need is some rest, crawling into her quarters and falling into blissful sleep.