A/N: I don't own these characters or the shows they come from, I'm just borrowing them for a story.
A/N 2: Here you go! Hope you like it. I'll shut up now and let you read :)
Alarms blared throughout the SGC, cutting through the previous quiet and calm. Gen. Hammond reached for the phone in his office.
"This is Hammond. What's going on?"
He listened as the soldier at the other end spoke above the sounds of weapons fire.
"Sir! I don't know how they got here! One minute we were looking at the monitor covering the Tobos ships, as per your orders to keep an eye on them, and the next these…these rings appeared in the bay with a bright light inside. Then suddenly there were Jaffa everywhere! The response team went in and I hit the alarm. We need backup!"
"You'll get it. Try and contain them soldier, don't let them out of that bay."
"Yes sir, we'll do our best." The soldier replied.
Gen. Hammond hung up the phone then immediately picked it up again and after dialing began to issue orders to the person who responded
At the first sound of the alarms Col. O'Neill startled awake. Within a minute he was out of the room and meeting the rest of his team. His walkie-talkie crackled to life.
"Colonel." Gen. Hammond's voice could be heard. "We've had a breach in the bay with the alien ships. Get your team down there. It sounds like one of those ring transporters was used to bring a lot of Jaffa warriors here. The Stargate hasn't been activated. It must be that ship that destroyed the Tobos ship. I'm sending a few extra guards to the aliens' room to make sure they stay safe. You have to see what you can do to stop the invaders-if they can transport to the bay they can transport anywhere. I'm counting on you, but be careful."
"Understood, sir. O'Neill out."
Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c looked at him, having heard the conversation. As one, they raced for weapons and then the bay, prepared to do what they did best-save the world.
In the room housing the Tobos natives, T'Rog and his friends had been talking quietly, catching up. When the alarms went off, T'Reen nearly jumped and quickly asked his new friend what that strange noise was.
T'Rog responded, "I have heard this before. It means that something is wrong, I think."
He turned to one of the soldiers, who had a hastily written notebook in Dr. Jackson's handwriting telling him basic phrases to communicate with. Daniel had also been trying to teach T'Rog a bit of English as well.
"What wrong?" T'Rog said haltingly in the strange language.
The other soldier was speaking into the walkie-talkie he held and conveyed their newest orders to the soldier holding the notebook. He nodded and then told T'Rog slowly in English, "Nothing wrong here. Stay calm, all okay."
T'Reen looked at his friend questioningly.
"He says nothing is wrong, but I do not believe him." T'Rog replied in his own language to his fellow survivor.
He turned back to the soldier, but there were sounds of movement outside the door. Alarmed, T'Rog took a step towards it but the soldiers' weapons were suddenly trained on him.
"Please stay calm." The same soldier told T'Rog, this time in his language. He turned to his fellow guard. "See if you can get Dr. Jackson on speaker, I think it's best if he calms them down."
The other soldier nodded and called for Daniel, who was busy running behind the rest of his team towards the bay.
"This isn't really a good time!" the archaeologist's voice shouted from the speaker.
T'Rog growled, and spoke loudly in his language. "If it is my ship that has a problem I will come and fix it. I wish to help."
A few moments passed as Daniel translated what he was going to say. "T'Rog, you have to stay in the room with your friends. That will help us the most. More people will be there to guard you and keep you safe. We'll take care of this; everything is going to be all right. Please stay there. If we need you we'll call, I promise."
T'Rog grunted, and looked at the other Tobos survivors. They had been able to understand the human. T'Reen shrugged, fine with letting the aliens handle their own business. The others agreed as well, and giving a nod, T'Rog turned back to the soldier holding the walkie-talkie.
"We will stay here, but if you need help, ask us and we will join your fight."
"Thanks T'Rog, for now stay put and believe me if we need help you'll be the first to know." Daniel signed off and T'Rog and his friends settled back down, noticeably tenser than before the alarms had sounded.
The soldiers lowered their guns and allowed two more guards into the room as per their orders and then they all waited uneasily for the situation to get resolved.
Clark jolted awake from his light sleep and rubbed his eyes. Pulling on his clothes, he joined his parents in the front room. A few moments later Lex arrived as well. The alarms were still sounding, and they looked at each other. Jonathan cleared his throat. Before he could speak, there was a knock on the door.
Clark quickly opened it, half expecting Col. O'Neill to be on the other side. He was surprised to see a quartet of alert and armed soldiers looking back at him.
The sergeant in charge spoke. "Gen. Hammond says not to worry and to stay here. You'll be notified when it's safe to leave your quarters. Our orders are to guard your room."
Clark looked back at his parents' concerned faces, and then turned to the soldier again.
"Maybe it's an emergency I can help with. Can I talk to Col. O'Neill?"
"I'm sorry, but the Colonel is busy right now. Just stay in here." The sergeant replied then shut the door in Clark's face.
Using his x-ray vision, he could see the soldiers turning and taking up protective stances outside the door.
"What do you suppose it is? Do you think the aliens are giving trouble?" Lex asked.
When they had gone to bed Col. O'Neill and his team had left to retrieve T'Rog's friends. For all they knew the alarms were just saying that aliens were coming into the base and to just be alert. Somehow though Clark didn't think so.
"I don't think that's it. They would have them under guard. This is something else." He replied to his friend.
Lex nodded and then jerked his head toward the floor, raising his eyebrows. Jonathan and Martha looked at him, confused but Clark got it. Shifting his eyesight again, he looked down through several floors, expecting the commotion might be about the Stargate again but there was no movement outside of that room. He soon found four running forms heading to the bay where the alien ship was. The forms hesitated on either side of the now temporarily fixed bay door and then yanked it open and poured inside, their weapons flashing. Clark tried to focus on the beings inside the bay-there were a lot of them. He suddenly gasped; in their middles were the Goa'uld larva like Teal'c had! There was an unexpected flash of light and then more of the Jaffa appeared.
His expression must have been horrified, as his mother asked worriedly, "Clark, what's wrong?"
Clark's vision went back to normal, but not before seeing the four forms that he knew was SG-1 being pinned down by enemy fire.
"They're in trouble, I have to help them!" Clark said hurriedly.
"Who's in trouble, son? The General said to stay here. Maybe we should listen to him." Jonathan said.
"It's Col. O'Neill and his team, they need help. I think the base is being invaded. There are a whole lot of those Jaffa like Teal'c in the ship bay." Clark replied anxiously.
Martha's hand went to her mouth, her eyes huge. "Oh no. Clark, you have no idea what you'll be fighting. While I'd normally agree to let you do what you can, I think your father's right, honey. You should stay here and let them handle it. They have experience with this-remember the stories Col. O'Neill told us. They've done this before."
"I don't think their base was invaded by the Goa'uld before, they were always on a mission somewhere." Clark took another look at the room several levels below and tensed; his hands forming fists as he saw one of the four forms go down.
"Mom, I have to go help them. One of them is hurt. I promise to be careful, okay, but I have to go now!" He raised imploring eyes to his mother, begging her to understand.
Martha exchanged telling looks with her husband, not even hearing Lex as he questioned her son. Jonathan looked at Clark, then back at her. He sighed, and smiled ruefully at his wife. Martha gave a tiny smile back and having silently come to a consensus, she turned back to her son.
"Just be very careful, okay? I don't think we could take it if something happened to you." Martha finally agreed.
"I promise. I love you both." Clark said, and turned to Lex. "If anything happens, please take care of them."
His friend nodded and swallowed. "I promise. Want me to distract the guards?"
Clark grinned fleetingly. "Yeah."
He stepped to the side of the door, and Lex opened it.
"Hey, I had a question. What about breakfast?" Lex asked the closest guard.
A rush of wind went by him and the soldiers, disappearing down the hall as the guard opened his mouth to reply.
To be continued, again.
A/N add-on: Um, sorry, but I lied. Well, not about the posting in the next day part, because here we are, but the Clark kicking aliens' part :P This chapter is turning out way longer than I thought it would be so I'm breaking it into three parts. The first you read, this is the second, and the third is on its way soon. Thanks for being patient, and have a good day!
Thanks for all your reviews and hanging in there! shakeahand55, I know, I'm mean :), wordoftruthhunter26, thanks for commenting and liking my story, and here was something more :), Reiji Neko Mitsukai, I've seen that movie a bunch of times but destroying the base and decapitating someone would be bad so I'm taking liberties :), TankerMDK, in the end this is going to be the longest chapter I wrote and I only saw a few eps of Lois and Clark, I just couldn't get into it but I'd hoped this series would maybe break tradition and let certain people live but I guess I understand how they had to go, lena when you get to this chapter I hope you'll have continued to enjoy the rest of the story, Spidey2, thanks! and it's not over yet :)