A/N: I don't own these characters or the shows they come from. Just borrowing them for some reading fun.
"That's one." Major Carter said, as they ran down the hallway.
SG-1 had poured out the Gate room door, firing after the fleeing Reetou. The alien's weapon and the force of its passage had knocked down several soldiers. Sam had aimed the T.E.R. weapon and illuminated the non-humanoid. She fired, and it screeched and then was destroyed.
"Good shooting Major." O'Neill said. "Where did the other one go?"
"It can't have gone too far ahead Jack, I'm sure General Hammond would have sealed off the base by now." Daniel replied.
Almost on cue, O'Neill's walkie-talkie crackled to life.
"Colonel, we have a situation." Gen. Hammond boomed.
"Go ahead," O'Neill responded, apprehension tightening his gut.
"One of the Reetou managed to make it to the upper levels before they could be sealed off. I need you and your team searching up there quickly. The civilians might be in danger."
"Acknowledged" O'Neill replied. The rest of his team had heard the short conversation, and exchanging meaningful looks, ran faster.
"I hope that kid is as good as he seemed." O'Neill muttered under his breath.
Sam was thinking the same thing.
'Just hold on Clark, we're on our way' Samthought, holding the T.E.R. tightly.
Outside the briefing room could be heard the sounds of guns firing, and the whine of a strange weapon. As Clark looked through the door, he saw soldiers in the hallway running and firing and falling. Looking deeper, he discerned a strange form coming right for the door, apparently searching for a way out of the hallway. It was firing a strange energy weapon at the soldiers and then turned and fired directly at the door to the briefing room. Vision snapping back to normal, he yelled at the guards by the door.
"Get down!"
Apparently they were trained to respond instantly to dangerous situations, as they didn't seem to question the teenager, they just dropped and then looked around, alert yet confused.
Seconds later, the door was blasted inward, followed by a gust of wind.
The two guards were knocked to either side of the doorway, and Clark felt a searing pain in his left shoulder as a bright flash was accompanied by the sound of the energy weapon firing.
He looked around wildly but couldn't see his enemy.
Then he remembered and switched to x-ray.
He was rewarded with a ghostly-looking form raising a weapon aimed at the trio huddled behind the big desk.
Galvanized, he shifted immediately into super speed and copying a move he'd seen on the television (when he and Pete had spent a marathon night studying then watching whatever was on, which happened to be wrestling-the women were wearing very skimpy clothing, so they left it for awhile) he clotheslined the form with his good right arm and kept going, propelling it into the hallway.
It seemed shocked at first, then turned and fired its weapon at Clark again but still in super speed mode he evaded the blast and grabbed the weapon, which was clearer to see than the form holding it. Once out of the alien's hand the strange gun became visible and shifting to normal speed he twisted it into scrap metal. Then he was set upon by the angry creature and battled it, hoping to gain some time until help arrived.
Col. O'Neill and his team ran panting into the hallway to the briefing room, stopping and taking what cover they could when they saw the downed soldiers.
Sam aimed the T.E.R. around the hallway, and the team gasped at what was revealed.
The insectoid Reetou was slashing a sharp object at Clark, and before their astonished eyes he seemed to disappear then reappear behind the alien and grabbed the knife-like object away. The Reetou however had another object in its other hand and twisted, driving it into Clark's injured left shoulder. The teen gasped and fell back.
"No!" Sam yelled, and tightened her grip on the T.E.R., preparing to shoot.
Clark had had enough, and twin beams of heat left his eyes, targeting the seemingly empty space in front of him. Something inhumanly loud screeched and an outline could be seen in flames.
Sam aimed her weapon at the form and fired, terminating the rebel.
Silence returned to the hallway.
It was quickly broken.
"Clark?" called Martha, an anxious tone to her voice.
She had broken free of her husband's hold and run out the door of the briefing room past the dazed guards. Searching frantically, she spotted her son.
"Clark!" Martha ran to him, searching his form. Her eyes widened.
"You're hurt!" she exclaimed.
"I'm okay, Mom," Clark replied, though he didn't feel okay. He glanced at his left shoulder, where a gray handle protruded.
"Well, uh, maybe not" he murmured, feeling pain shoot through his arm.
He brought up his right hand, ready to take the knife-thing out.
"Don't touch it!" Sam ordered breathlessly, having just run up to join his mother and him.
He looked at her, confused.
"Let Dr. Frasier take it out. It could have nicked an artery, and if you yank it out you'll bleed to death." Sam finished, not wanting to take any chances.
Clark looked at his mother, and after a moment she nodded, agreeing with the Major.
"Okay," he said.
O'Neill was on the walkie-talkie, talking with Gen. Hammond and advising him of the situation.
"We should keep doing a sweep of the base, but I think we got the infiltrators. And we need the Doc here right away."
"She's on her way, Colonel. Are any of the civilians hurt?" Gen. Hammond asked.
O'Neill winced.
"Just, um, the boy." He muttered. "He kinda stopped the Reetou single-handed."
There was silence for a moment.
"I see." The General finally replied. "I'll expect a full report after I check on our guest personally at the Infirmary. After this, I'm beginning to think we should give the civilians whatever they ask for. Let them know if there is anything they need we'll supply it."
"Right." O'Neill signed off.
He saw that both the teen's parents and his friend surrounded him, along with Maj. Carter who was applying a cloth around the wound, careful to leave the knife alone. O'Neill stalked to the door of the briefing room and glared at the two guards who were supposed to have protected the civilians. He shook his head, acknowledging that they'd been blindsided. He was still amazed by what he'd seen Clark do. They definitely needed to study those meteor rocks.
Dr. Frasier arrived, and quickly went to Clark, immediately hustling him to the infirmary.
To be continued.
A/N add on: Well, not too bad of a cliffhanger, right? More soon.