A/N: I don't own these characters or the shows they come from. I'm just borrowing them for reading and writing fun.
A/N 2: Happy New Year ahead of time! Here's a short update till ffdotnet finishes its maintenance. I know I promised more action, and there will be, I have some time off early next week so I'll write more. My goal or an early resolution (grin) is to welcome the New Year with my longest chapter. We'll see how well I stick to that :P. I wish good health and happiness to all, and a safe holiday. Thank you so much to all of you who have reviewed my story this year, you have no idea how much it meant. Now enough of the mush, and on to this mild cliffhanger (evil grin).
The four bullet shaped ships had entered the solar system and tracked the homing beacon to the third planet orbiting the yellow sun. The scanners of the ships told their pilots that the planet was inhabited already. They began to search for the exact spot that their fellow survivor's ship was located. Unknown to them among debris around the planet a spy satellite (formerly commercial) tracked their moves, and boards in secure installations lit up. Alarms went off, and calls were placed. One call made its way to Cheyenne Mountain.
"Yes, thank you. I'll put the base on alert. I understand. Very well. Goodbye." Gen. Hammond hung up the phone he'd gone to to receive an important call. He made his way back to his subordinates, the alien ship still beeping in the background.
"Well, that was one of the places we've been getting satellite information from. Apparently there are four objects headed to earth on the same trajectory our creature friend came from. I think it's safe to say that it isn't a coincidence." Gen. Hammond concluded nodding at T'Rog's beeping ship, then looking gravely at SG-1 and their Tok'ra allies.
"Well, that isn't necessarily a bad thing, right?" Daniel asked.
They all looked at him.
"I mean," he continued, "T'Rog here is from an advanced race and he doesn't want to hurt us. If his ship is summoning survivors of his kind here maybe they can help to fight the Goa'uld. After all, the Goa'uld destroyed his world because of the threat they represented. We should welcome them as allies." He concluded.
Gen. Hammond looked around, and Gen. Carter spoke up. "Daniel might be right. If you greet them peacefully and explain that you're enemies of the Goa'uld as well they may be able to help you. Nothing from what we know about them says that they are aggressive to other species other than the Goa'uld. And judging by our friend there, they might be interested in revenge." He finished, nodding at T'Rog, who was standing quietly a short distance away, much calmed by the fact that these aliens finally understood him and meant him no harm.
Clark was also observing things quietly, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. He stood sandwiched between his parents and Lex, happy that the other alien (not T'Rog) wasn't paying attention to him at the moment. He wasn't sure how he felt about other aliens knowing he wasn't human. Part of him was still worried, and felt he had every right to be. But a large part of him was excited. Here was a being that was not from this world, maybe not exactly like him, but a friend of the people of Earth just the same. And apparently the Tok'ra knew a lot of information about a great number of different worlds and races. They might be able to tell him where he came from. Maybe, he swallowed; maybe this Stargate could actually take him to his home planet.
His reverie was interrupted when O'Neill strode to where he stood. The Colonel nodded at T'Rog.
"It's possible that some of his friends are going to be stopping by soon." O'Neill told Clark and his parents and Lex.
"I'm thinking that maybe you should hang out in your rooms for awhile. He seemed to know you weren't human, and it might be wise not to confuse them. Daniel thinks they might make good allies against the Goa'uld." O'Neill had figured since the Smallville quartet knew so much already, and were still under the obligation of the confidentiality agreement; they might as well be kept apprised of anything that might affect them.
Clark looked at T'Rog, then his ship, which was still beeping. And which still held the green meteor rock, everyone having been too preoccupied to look inside it yet.
"Um, what about the stuff in his ship?" he asked. "And, uh, my ship. I don't know if they should see it, either."
O'Neill cocked his head, thinking. "Well, with Daniel talking to him, we'll carefully see what's in his ship-there might be weapons that can hurt the Goa'uld. And I'll talk to Gen. Hammond about hiding your ship from our visitors-that actually sounds like a good idea until we know more."
Martha looked at Jonathan, and then steeled herself. "Colonel, there's something you should know about something in that ship." She said, looking at T'Rog's vessel.
"Oh?" O'Neill asked.
To be continued.
Happy New Years!