A/N: I do not own these characters or the shows they come from, I am just borrowing them for a bit.
A/N 2: Thanks for the sympathy; my thumb is doing much better. I miss being younger, though-everything seemed to heal faster then. Oh well.
A/N 3: You readers are psychic! Some of you have divined the plot ahead of time. Even my mom guessed some of what I had planned. Either I'm a really bad writer, or you are really good readers. I will let you decide which :-P
Last note: Well I know it is not mid-week. I seem to be updating weekly, and I do apologize for the wait. I thank you again for your reviews, and I hope you enjoy the chapter. Have a good day!
T'Rog bounded down the hallway, then paused, looking at the heavy door at the end. His ship lay behind that door, according to the homing device. Alarms were blaring, as his path was strewn with knocked-down doors and personnel. He growled. Secured inside the ship were weapons-he knew he couldn't fly his ship out of this place, but the communications system might have a message from survivors of his race, and perhaps they could rescue him. The weapons would keep him alive until they could get here. From the little he had seen, none of these creatures had the glowing eyes of those that had destroyed his world, but he could not depend on them being allies. Perhaps, though, he could communicate with the one that had fought with him. It had smelled different from the others, and T'Rog thought that it had come in the other ship he had found. He had tried to make himself understood, but the other had not answered him and he had grown impatient. Perhaps attacking first was not the best answer, but T'Rog was alone here. He grunted, and decided he would try to communicate again. Surely, these creatures couldn't be that stupid.
Alarms finally began to blare inside the bay, but those watching the alien ship's top rise thought it had to do with that, and all but Teal'c and Clark took a collective step back from the ship.
T'Rog tested the door, and then slammed full force into it. It gave before him, and he leaped forward into the room.
A few things happened simultaneously.
The top of the ship opened fully, and the beeping noise became much louder. A green glow, getting brighter, could now be seen from within.
Teal'c's attention, as well as the rest of SG-1 and their guests and that of a few soldiers present in the bay was drawn to the creature that had just entered. The creature that was moving very quickly.
Clark felt a familiar weakness and nausea wash over him and he stumbled, half-collapsing against the side of the ship.
T'Rog roared, seeing that the others were compromising his ship. Reasoning and wanting to communicate with them flew out the window, and he charged to his ship faster than the soldiers could point their guns.
O'Neill, Maj. Carter and Daniel hurled the civilians out of the way, trying to protect them.
General Hammond grabbed Dr. Frasier and pulled her out of the way as well.
Teal'c reached down for a Zat gun, but the creature was there before he could draw it.
T'Rog, enraged, easily swatted the big Jaffa aside, growling heavily at the servant of the ones that had destroyed his world.
Clark's eyes widened and he gasped, trying to pull himself up and get away from the influence of the meteor rock.
T'Rog grabbed him, his claws digging into Clark's skin.
He reached inside his ship and opened a compartment, pulling out the first weapon his lesser hand touched, a wickedly sharp curved knife.
He held it firmly to Clark's neck.
O'Neill had rolled to a firing position, but at seeing blood well on the teen's neck he held up his hand.
"Hold your fire!" he shouted to the other soldiers and the rest of SG-1.
T'Rog growled, warning them in his language that they had better not move.
Daniel blinked.
"I know that...," he whispered.
O'Neill spared him a glance.
"Daniel?" he asked.
"That language-it's like that of the Unas." The archaeologist replied.
"Can you talk to it?" O'Neill asked him.
"Uh, maybe. I'll try." Daniel said.
Gently, he laid his weapon on the ground in front of him, and held up his hands to show they were empty.
"Hi, I'm Daniel" he said to the creature, moving forward slowly. He tried a few of the words that he remembered from his short time spent with the aboriginal Unas.
T'Rog cocked his head, not understanding, but finally realizing that this alien being was trying to communicate with him.
He talked some more, hoping to salvage the situation.
Daniel talked back to the creature, not recognizing any of the words it was saying, but also realizing that it was trying to communicate. The linguist part of his brain puzzled through the familiar sounding language the creature was speaking. It was not the same as the Unas, but it seemed to have a similar root.
O'Neill watched the exchange carefully, not lowering his weapon but not firing it. Martha looked at Jonathan in alarm-they both recognized Clark's reaction for what it was.
Lex looked on anxiously, his hands tensing, wishing he held a gun.
The alarms continued to sound, and General Hammond finally gave an order for them to be turned off.
Moments after the alarms stopped, one started again.
Gen. Hammond was about to yell at the soldier in front of him when another Sergeant carefully ran up and saluted.
"Sir, there are incoming travelers at the Stargate. It's the Tok'ra's IDC."
The General nodded.
"I'll be right there." He said.
"Colonel," Gen. Hammond began.
"General, I think it would be a very good idea to bring the Tok'ra here. They might be able to help." O'Neill said, and out of the corner of his eye noticed Maj. Carter looking at him.
He shrugged, keeping his attention on the creature holding Clark, who wasn't looking too well.
Dr. Frasier had gone to look at Teal'c, who was beginning to stand up.
His Zat gun had skittered some distance away.
Slowly, Gen. Hammond backed out of the room, hurrying to the Gate room to meet their visitors.
Daniel continued to try to communicate with the creature.
T'Rog held onto Clark, but he was beginning to calm a bit.
Clark swallowed and tried to remain standing and still, seeing his veins pulse in the green light coming from the ship just behind him.
Martha tried to get the Colonel's attention to tell him that they needed to get her son away from that ship.
Far in space, but getting closer, four bullet shaped ships communicated with each other, soon nearing a familiar solar system.
Behind them, and cloaked from their sensors, a much bigger ship with a pyramid shape on its top followed.
To be continued.