Season 10, Episode "The Company of Thieves"
A/N - I think that this episode was tremendous, and have been contemplating this fic ever since I saw it. Please read and review.
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Hank issued the order–he wanted SG-1 back on base and in the briefing room as soon as possible. Then, he stomped into his office, banging the door behind him and slumping unceremoniously down at his desk. In his mind, he reviewed the subspace communication from The Odyssey. They'd flown right into a trap, damn it! Three Go'auld motherships! He slammed his fist down on his desk, the sharp pain in no way allaying his fears or his concern for the souls of the crew.
He reached across his desk and grabbed the phone receiver in order to apprise his superiors of the situation, but he hesitated, his eyes resting warily on the telephone, his stomach dropping. Hank Landry didn't consider himself an especially cowardly man. After all, he'd been places and encountered situations during his military career that would have the average man or woman suffering nightmares for months on end. Still, this was one call that he was loath to make. Internally steeling himself for the absolute worst, he quickly dialed and put the receiver to his ear.
Ring. Ring. Then, a gruff answer, "O'Neill."
"Jack," Landry began, his voice slightly unsteady.
He could hear the immediate tension just that one word worked in his old friend's voice, "Hank?" Guarded fear crackled through the phone line from the one general to the other in anticipation of bad news.
"Jack," Hank continued cautiously, "We've just received an emergency transmission from The Odyssey..." Silence on the other end of the line, "Jack, we may have lost her."