Season 1:
The Shape of Things to Come
Hammond had been willing to work with her, but there really wasn't an immediate position for her. He had agreed to let her join SG-6, when the team was formed, bit their budget was currently under scrutiny, so it would have to wait. He hadn't been sure how long.
It had been another month and there hadn't been any changes in that regard, but she had still been active. SG-1 had found a group of humans on a volcanic planet the past week. She had been in the gate room to help stabilize the worst of them. After, she had assisted in their care. They had initially been receptive of her, not being from Earth, but a few probing questions and they were treating her like everyone else.
She had initially been worried about Daniel's plan to save the Tollan from Maybourne, not wanting to jeopardize her position on Earth. That changed after their unofficial gathering, knowing Hammond would have her back. She had never seen anything like the Nox woman before, pale skin and wild hair. She even turned the Tollan invisible. She wondered if there was any connection to her ability. Probably not.
She was walking to her room when the alarm was raised, "Unscheduled offworld activation," Harriman's voice echoed out of the speaker. She knew SG-1 often responded to those alerts, rushing to the control room. She also knew they had only recently left for their latest mission. Making the decision, she ran that direction.
She entered the room to find everyone in their usual positions, Hammond included. "What's going on?" she asked, approaching him. She didn't have time to wonder if he might ask her to leave before he answered her, "SG-1 is under fire." Any further explanation was lost when Daniel came flying out of the gate, much faster than he should have.
She was moving. A single flight of stairs, a turn, and she was in the gate room. Teal'c was now also in the room, laying on the ramp. The gate deactivated violently, sparks flying. She could see now that Daniel came to a rest at its base. Daniel was closer, he appeared to be unconscious, a large gash on his forehead. She heard a medical team had enter behind her, they moved past to tend to Teal'c. She had to focus past their distraction to heal Daniel. It didn't take much, good.
He woke slowly a moment later, looking around confused. She helped him sit up. "Anything still hurt?" she asked him. "No, I feel great," he answered her, waving off a doctor trying to examine him. She rose up and extended an arm down, helping him stand. Teal'c was already standing as well. He really was resilient. Where were the others? Hammond entered next. The medical team left, nodding to his as they left. "Briefing room, now," he ordered.
She followed the three of them up. Teal'c and Daniel recounted what had happened. Fired upon from unseen enemies. They insisted the others were right behind them. "The wormhole couldn't have just disappeared, could it?" she asked. The others didn't seem to have an answer for her.
It took an hour for the gate to be repaired. She had wanted to help, but knew she would only have gotten in the way. These people knew what they were doing, she just needed to let them work. The others had dispersed, to clean up, she assumed, but she hadn't left the briefing room. Staring down at the gate.
An eternity later the gate was fixed and she was back in the control room, Teal'c and Daniel beside her. They were sending a Malp through to search for any sign of the others. The gate spun, the wormhole formed, and the Malp advanced. They only had a few seconds before the Malp was fired upon. She didn't see any evidence of them near the gate.
She took an empty seat beside her, dejected. It would have been so much simpler if they had just been captured. She would have been the first one through the gate after them, well maybe second. Teal'c would have raced her for it. But just gone?
Daniel's voice pulled her back to reality, "Kara was right, the wormhole couldn't have just disappeared." She didn't know what had changed in the last hour that gave him this answer, wishful thinking maybe. He continued anyway, getting more energetic, "We were under fire, some of the staff blasts struck the gate. It's what caused the overload on our end. So if they're not here and they're not there, they must have gone somewhere else. Another gate along the same trajectory," he finished, hands waving.
"It would make sense to include a safety mechanism like that in the gate, an outlet for any excess energy that wouldn't compromise the wormhole," Kara agreed, jumping to her feet. Daniel's optimism must have been contagious. He must have seen hesitation on Hammond's face, "We wouldn't have to search far from the gate, if they came out as violently as we did they could be injured. In need of help."
That seemed to win Hammond over to their side, "Permission granted, and I'll have a marine team on stand-by." With that, he left them to work. She hadn't actually known how many addresses they had until now. She understood that mathematically there had to have been more than the few that had found with her gate, but she was still surprised by how many the SGC had.
It took almost two hours to narrow the list down to just the ones they were looking for, 23 total. She realized shortly after they started that she hadn't actually given them the addresses she knew. Of her seven, they already had five, including Cuivien. One of her new two fell in the cone they were searching.
She had thought that they would quickly find them, but as time went on she found that her initial optimistic energy beginning to fade, and judging by the look on Daniel's face, he felt the same. She was by no means giving up on them, just accepting that this was less of a sprint than she had believed. Daniel seemed just as driven, and who could blame him. Teal'c was ever present, but let them take the lead.
They found they could search one world an hour. The marines and Teal'c would follow the Malp through, search the immediate vicinity, and return. She and Daniel would remain behind. At first they were just waiting, hoping Carter or O'Neill would dial in while the others were away. As more and more planets came back negative this turned into reviewing the list of addresses. If they tweaked the parameters, they were able to include another six worlds.
That was how they found themselves in the briefing room at three AM, no closer to finding them. Teal'c and SG-3 were offworld, planet number 14. She could tell that Daniel would need a break soon, she probably would too. She wasn't even sure she felt it at first, a slight shudder. She would have brushed it off as lack of sleep, but the water in Daniel's cup was vibrating too. "Do you feel that?" he asked.
He didn't wait for an answer. With a flash of understanding he was up and moving. She followed him down to the control room. "Get General Hammond down here now," he said to the lone man in the room. Kara wasn't sure what he was on too, but she didn't want to get in his way. While they waited for Hammond, Daniel took a seat at one of the monitors and pulled up sensor data from earlier in the day.
Teal'c and SG-3 returned while they were waiting. She wasn't sure what the others did when they returned, but Teal'c always joined them. And so Hammond found the three of them waiting, "What have you found Doctor Jackson?" He was a moment in responding, still pulling something up on the computer, "When we first started using the gate it shook, pretty bad. The new dampeners help, but you can still feel it. Kara and I were just upstairs and I felt a slight tremor. I felt something similar a few hours ago, but thought I was imagining it. Teal'c, would the Goa'uld ever bring a second gate to a world?"
"If the first became inaccessible to them," he answered. He thought there was a second gate on Earth? "I just checked with NOAA, both times there was a vibration recorded here there was a corresponding quake recorded in Antarctica, here," he said, pointing to the screen.
"That's only a hundred miles outside Mcmurdo," Hammond added. "Sir," Kara began, she wasn't quite sure exactly what she had planned to ask him, but he didn't give her the chance to finish, "Permission granted." With that they all rushed the elevators. The ride to the surface felt like forever. When they were finally outside, Hammond stepped aside, securing their transport, she assumed. He returned quickly, with a vehicle similar to what O'Neill had driven to Denver in. Hammond and a driver were in the front, which left her Daniel, and Teal'c to squeeze into the back.
She didn't have long to get used to the cramped conditions before they were already stopping. Getting out she saw they were on a runway, with the largest plane she had ever seen. She had been required to learn to fly a small civilian craft as part of an assignment once, but that was nothing compared to this. They were ushered inside quickly to a set of simple seats along the wall. It was loud inside, she could tell Hammond was speaking to someone on the runway still but couldn't hear what he was saying.
She was distracted from that by someone coming up the ramp into the plane. He helped the three of them get settled in their seats. It was still too loud to speak comfortably, so the man was using gestures. Kara had little trouble following them, but was more intrigued by the man's uniform. It was different than any she'd seen before, but was still recognizable. It was the patch on the front of his jacket that held her attention, it was the airplane she was currently in with 'C-130' below it, the type of plane?
The man quickly finished and moved up the plane. Hammond took the empty seat beside her, and the back ramp was closing. The noise increased , but Hammond handed her a headset that was mounted to the wall behind her. They had to make a few stops on the way, fuel, she assumed. When they made their last stop, they were each supplied with a bag of cold weather gear. She followed the other's lead and put them on.
She had read about this continent before, knew it was cold and desolate, but she wasn't prepared for how cold and desolate it really was. Nothing but snow and ice as far as she could see. The cold didn't bother her as much as the others, but she was still grateful for the warmer clothing. They were quickly shown from the plane to a helicopter. They were almost there.
She figured they were about halfway to the coordinates when word came over the radio, they had been found! They were in rough shape, but it was still a relief to hear. The rescue team wasn't equipped to extract them, that equipment was with them apparently. She saw the second helicopter before they sat down. It looked the same as theirs, as far as she could tell, and was sitting near the opening to a crevasse. They sat down near it and were out as soon as they were told it was safe.
The search and rescue team had anchored repel points at the opening, but Kara didn't want to take the time to learn how the human equipment worked. She had always been accused of being too rash, and lived up to it here. She knew enough to not hit the slope at a run, but she could have been more careful. No time! She told herself.
She slid to the bottom safely. The chamber she entered was larger than she was expecting. A Stargate was embedded in the far wall, Carter was leaning against a chunk of ice that looked to hold a DHD, and O'Neill was on a stretcher being moved toward her. If Carter was standing that must have meant that O'Neill was in worse shape.
"How is he?" she asked one of the men carrying O'Neill. "Broken leg, internal bleeding, we need to get him out of here," the one by his head told her impatiently. "Wait," she told them. O'Neill was pretty bundled up, the only exposed skin his face, it would have to do. She laid a hand on his cheek and focused. It took a considerable amount of effort to mend his leg and stop the bleeding. He would still need medical attention, but he was in a much better place now.
She heard his breathing even out before she opened her eyes to the startled face of the to men attending O'Neill. "Probably shouldn't mention that bit to anyone," she told them in way of an explanation and moved deeper into the cavern. She did her best to hide how out of breath she felt.
She approached Carter next. As she got closer, she saw that the woman's eyes were closed, and she was holding something, a hand warmer? She must have heard her approaching. "Kara!" she said, surprise running across her face. She hadn't been expecting the quick embrace she received, "What are you doing here? How did you find us?" Carter looked tired, bone tired. "Your gate activity was registering as a groundquake, we just followed it here. Are you OK?" Carter just nodded.
She hadn't noticed the others approaching until she heard Hammond speak, "We'll take it from here Captain, get yourself checked out." She left with a quiet "Yes,sir," slowly moving toward the opening. Teal'c left with her, but Daniel wanted to stay, to document the find, he told them. She stayed too, she had been planning to follow Daniel, helping where she could, but she didn't get the chance to offer.
It was Hammond who pointed it out to her, with Carter and Teal'c on their way back to the base, she was the most qualified gate expert present. Her instinct had been to refute it, but he was right. She wound up working in tandem with Daniel. Hammond disappeared early, yaking care of the big picture, she assumed. That left her in charge of the recovery and all personnel present. She could tell that they were initially confused about her identity and role in the excavation, especially after she put her hair up, but none of them ever voiced anything to her about it.
They didn't find anything they weren't expecting to find. The gate, the DHD, which she deactivated, and two Jaffa encased in ice. The one anomaly was that there was a third staff weapon found in the ice. There was no way to know exactly how long ago the others were encased, but surely it would have been long enough that a surviving Jaffa would have needed a new symbiote by now.
It took the better part of a day to fully secure the site, and to make sure that they hadn't missed anything. They had everything moved to the surface, except the Stargate itself, when Hammond returned. It was all to be moved to an Area 51, a research site, she understood. With nothing but manual labor left, Hammond was sending them back to base. Without the stresses of the trip down, the return trip flew by.
It felt like forever since the last time she had slept. She had had a short nap in the cavern, but was too focused on the task at hand for much more. It took her about a day to get back into the swing of things on base, a pattern she was becoming familiar with. What she hadn't been expecting was O'Neill's offer a week later to attend the team's movie night.
She had graciously accepted, and manged to secure a ride to his house the next night from Daniel. She knew what films were, but hadn't seen any during her time on Earth yet. Full of starships, daring escapes, and a space princess. She was initially concerned about how the film was portraying the Empire as this large, corrupt organization, right up until they blew up a planet. That was where any similarities she had seen went right out the window.
It was an enjoyable time, over too soon. She rode back to the base with Daniel, who voiced his preference for the sequel. She would have to watch it on her own time, she decided. It wasn't long before SG-1 was galavanting off on another adventure.
What was unusual was that shortly after they left, a Senator visited the base. She wasn't exactly sure what his role was, but she knew he was important. Asking around revealed that he was the one responsible for the budget of this facility. She knew it was a sore point with Hammond, and so chose to avoid the man lest he find problem with her.
There was to be a hearing to determine if the program was to continue. It didn't help that Daniel went missing on the mission, delaying the hearing. He mysteriously reappeared a day later, and she didn't have time to speak with him before it began. The hearing took the better part of the day, and, judging by the morale of the team during breaks, wasn't going very well.
It came as a complete shock when she heard the news. They were shutting down. Was this Senator so shortsighted that he couldn't see it was already too late to bury the gate again? When Carter led her down to the control room, she assumed it would be for a final farewell before everything was shut down the next day. It came as a pleasant surprise that the rest of SG-1 was there as well, but judging by the determined looks on their faces, she was wrong.
They began by catching her up on Daniel's trip. An alternate reality where everything was the same, but different. Where Teal'c never defected, where they never found her. Kara wasn't sure how she felt about that. That wasn't important she scolded herself, a fleet was coming for Earth and they had the coordinates. They had to do something.
The others obviously felt the same, but had much more to loose if they acted. It started innocently enough. A hypothetical here, a leading question there, and before she knew it, they were in the armory. She found herself with almost the same gear she had the last time she went offworld, with one glaring exception. This time she was armed, a P90 they called it. It was simple enough, she thought to herself, and with the 50 round magazine, extremely deadly.
Through the whole process of collecting their gear, O'Neill was drilling information into her head. Earth's address, the Alpha Site address, the correct GDO code to open the iris. Whatever she would need to get back if they were separated. It wasn't until she started up the ramp she realized, they never actually asked for her help. They had all reached this decision together. Of course she would help. At no point had she even considered not. It was a welcome realization.
They almost made it through the gate without getting caught. She was halfway up the ramp when she heard Hammond over the speaker from the control room, "SG-1, Stand down," he ordered. They chose not to hear him.
She emerged into a dark room, made darker when the gate deactivated.
They were silent as they quickly surveyed the room they found themselves in, a large square that housed the gate, some containers, and little else. Closer inspection revealed that the containers were marked with the same symbol Teal'c bore. Apophis.
O'Neill managed to open one and she was able to get a better look inside when Daniel dialed the gate to send their Malp back through. It full of weapons, staff weapons and Zat'Nik'Tels. "Enough in here for an invasion," she voiced. Rather than answer, O'Neill pulled out one of the Zat'Nik'Tels, "This one of those Zat guns you were talking about?" he asked her. She nodded.
Rather than replace it, he holstered it. She grabbed one and did the same, the others as well. He had just closed the lid when they heard approaching Jaffa. Any further planning would have to wait. The Stargate was on a pedestal large enough for all of them to hide behind. From this position, she couldn't see exactly who had entered, but there were at least four distinct footsteps. More importantly, when the Jaffa entered the room, the lights came on.
They only stayed a moment before they left the same way they came. Once the Jaffa were gone, they reemerged. It looked like they had deposited more crates. All the easier to arm an incoming army. She knew where the door was now, but she still couldn't see it. "T, can you open it?" O'Neill asked. It took him a moment to examine the wall before he responded, "Indeed." At the same time he pressed a symbol on the wall.
The door opened into a well lit hallway. There were more doors along its length and a window on the left. O'Neill went first, though he stopped when he pulled level with it. She did the same. She didn't know what kind of environment to expect, but it had been an environment, not the star field in front of her. They were on a ship.
"Alright everyone, back to the gate," O'Neill ordered. They made it two steps before she heard the noise, and only another half step before the whole ship shuddered. She was thrown roughly against the wall. The others hadn't managed much better. Except for Teal'c, he hadn't moved.
"Little warning next time buddy," O'Neill said, standing. "My apologies Colonel O'Neill, I have never felt such acceleration from a ship before," Teal'c explained. Carter asked the obvious question, "How fast can this thing go?" Teal'c was silent for a moment, "Apophis' flagship can travel ten times the speed of light, slower than most Ha'tak. But this felt different."
Kara wasn't actually sure how far they were from Earth now, but Carter must have had the same thought, "At that speed it would take almost a year to reach Earth." For some reason, she didn't think they had that long. "We can't use the gate," Kara voiced. "She's right. Not until they stop, at least," Carter said, backing her up.
"If we can't leave, we may as well be ready to take them out, if it comes to that," O'Neill told them, "Where can we do the most damage?" Teal'c thought a moment, "Hanger bay."
They reached their destination quickly and unaccosted, and set about their task. They had explained how C-4 worked before they left. Kara had used something similar before, and found it easy to adapt, stick it and move. She didn't use all of it, thinking it a good idea to keep some in reserve.
They met back in the center. "Carter set a timer, 24 hours," O'Neill ordered, "Now, lets get to the bridge." They nodded their assent and followed Teal'c out of the room. She was surprised that they hadn't encountered anyone in the halls thus far. She knew their luck had to run out eventually.
She was the third one through the door to the bridge, behind Teal'c and O'Neill. She saw there were three men present on the bridge. The outer two, clearly Jaffa, spun toward them, weapons ready. A short burst took the one on the left, Teal'c took the one on the right. That left O'Neill to cover the one in the center. When he finally turned, she had conformation, it was a Goa'uld.
The others filed in behind her, but no one fired on the man. "Skarra?" O'Neill asked. They must have known the man before he was taken. Rather than answer, he lifted his hand. She had just enough time to recognize it as similar to the device Hathor wore, when it activated.
The shockwave hurled her back into the wall. She looked up to see the Goa'uld advancing menacingly toward them, device raised. Teal'c's staff blast took him in the chest, knocking him over. O'Neill quickly rushed to his side. She moved to the door, partially to give them some privacy, but others would have heard the commotion and come running.
She didn't have to wait long, a short burst dissuaded the first to respond, but others were coming. "Company!" she announced back to the rest. She was only able to get another short bust off before she had to duck back into cover. "Operative Trevel," Teal'c said to get her attention. He was aiming at her head. No, the door controls behind her. She stepped out of the way and he fired. The doors closed, and were hopefully sealed.
She stopped a moment to take stock. They had the console in the center of the room, some protrusions along the walls, and only one door in or out. A shudder. Deceleration, she almost lost her balance. She heard Carter behind her, "Colonel, look at this."
She turned, and saw what Carter was talking about. She had known the far wall was made of the same material as the window from before, but it had had the same colorful view when they came in. Now though, a planet. Big and blue. How could they have already arrived? More worrying was the other ship that had come into view. "Apophis," Teal'c informed them. A thump against the door snapped her back to reality. Then another.
"Cover," O'Neill ordered. She took one of the protrusions, Teal'c another. The others moved behind the console in the center of the room. Another thump. Followed by another. They knew that the Jaffa would get in eventually, and then what? Fight there way out, figure out how to get to the other ship, and all before they attacked Earth? Impossible. Another thump. Now wasn't the time for those thoughts. She would get out of this. Another thump. She gripped her P90 tighter.
That last shot had punched a small hole in the door. Another hit and it was about the size of her head. She let off a short burst to deter anyone getting too close to the new hole. There was silence for a moment. The calm before the storm. It was a good throw that landed the metal sphere a few feet in front of her. She didn't know exactly what it did, but she knew a grenade when she saw one. She quickly stepped out of cover to it, a swift kick sent it flying. It only got a few feet from her before-
She awoke in a cell. The others were all present, but she was the first to come to. It was another few minutes before Teal'c regained consciousness. She moved to help him, "what was that thing?" she asked him once he was sitting. "A Goa'uld stun device, it leaves those afflicted blind for some moments, but it will pass." That explained why he hadn't focused on her while speaking. She moved to the others as the woke, but in the end they were no less stuck than they had been before.
She had just given up trying to find a way to open the door to their cell when it opened from the outside. An older Jaffa entered. Judging by the looks from the others, they knew him. Bra'tac, they called him. She was glad he was on their side, especially since he had their equipment. But their presence had disrupted his plan to save Earth. "Time for an new plan," O'Neill began, "If we can secure the bridge and maneuver it closer to Apophis' ship, we might be able to take out the two of them together." He looked to Bra'tac when he finished.
"Apophis' ship is shielded, we will need to ring to his ship and destroy them, but you plan is solid," the Jaffa told them. "Carter, how long?" O'Neill asked. "Twenty minutes," she answered. With their new plan, they set out. He had initially seemed confused by her presence. If he had previously worked with SG-1, it was understandable. There would be time for introductions later. They let Bra'tac take the lead, the other Jaffa still believed him to be loyal it seemed.
They encountered only minor resistance on the way. The Goa'uld really were arrogant. What they did encounter, Bra'tac was able to handle, though his cover was definitely blown after this. The door to the bridge, Pel'tac, Bra'tac called it, was still damaged. Daniel volunteered to keep watch while the others set about the plan. Rather than leave him to it alone, she stayed as well. He took one direction, her the other.
She heard the stomp of their boots before she saw them. "Company!" she announced back to the others and then braced herself. They came from Daniel's side first and he opened fire with his Zat, while she readied her P90. A short burst took the next Jaffa, then another. She needed to reload. She had just popped the magazine out when the blast took Daniel's shoulder.
He collapsed with a scream. She finished her reload and took the Jaffa who had made the shot. She was pulling him back into cover when liquid fire spread along her back. It took everything she had to not fall on Daniel. O'Neill was stepping over her, firing. He must have gotten them, because he stopped. She propped herself up using her good arm. She had to think tactically. "Go," she told O'Neill, "We'll just slow you down."
He paused for a moment but Daniel persuaded him, "We'll hold them off." He clearly wasn't happy with the decision but nodded his agreement and moved past them. She heard a ring platform activate in the distance. They were going to save Earth. But there was now a more pressing concern, they were on a ship about to explode. They couldn't have more than ten minutes before the C-4 went off.
Standing hurt, almost too much. But there wasn't time for pain. She took Daniel's good arm and pulled him up, "What are you doing?" he asked her. She hadn't realized she was breathing heavily until she answered him, "The gate only works if it's stationary." She watched the understanding wash over him. "You'd have thought of it eventually," she said, and they set off.
Together they limped back toward the gate. His good arm over her shoulder, her holding a Zat she had no confidence in firing in her current state. Thankfully, they made it with no resistance. She propped him up against the DHD, and began to dial. She had almost dialed Earth, but she couldn't. That had been the problem before, with the ice. She needed to focus. The Alpha site.
The first time she dialed it the gate failed to connect. They must have been evacuating. Again. It activated. The shiny blue puddle. Focus! She half carried, half dragged Daniel through the gate. They emerged into a midday field. There were soldiers near the gate, weapons raised, and more people behind, scattered amongst rows of white tents. Finally, it was too much for her, and she collapsed.
She woke on a stiff mattress. She could hear shuffling near her. The attack! She sat bolt upright. She was in one of the tents she had seen before, Daniel was in a bed beside her. She rolled her shoulders experimentally, glad when there was no pain. Taking stock she saw that there was another needle in her arm, which was quickly removed, and something blowing air into her nose. It was uncomfortable and followed suit.
She had stood, and had just removed the now useless bandage from her back when she heard someone enter the tent. Turning, she saw a doctor she had never seen before. He seemed to be searching for something to say. Finally, he settled on, "That's not humanly possible." She chuckled and it grew into a full blown belly laugh, it was a welcome relief to the stress of the past day. It finally ended with her leaning against her bed. "Sorry, sorry," she apologized, still laughing.
The man still hadn't moved, maybe a question would help, "We're we able to stop the attack?" she asked him. "Attack?" he replied lamely. Maybe something simpler, "How is he?" she asked motioning to Daniel. That seemed to snap him out of it, the doctor launched into a detailed medical answer. She had been hoping for something closer to 'he'll be fine'.
She moved to Daniel. She felt bone tired, but she still did what she could for him. Once she finished, she sat on her bed. The man had disappeared at some point and without something to focus on, she fell awoke sometime late when someone entered the tent. It was a man she recognized, but had never spoken to; with a SG-3 patch on his arm. "Colonel Makepeace, ma'am," he began, "We got word about three hours ago. Two unexplained fireballs in night sky." The final bits of tension left her at those words. "We're packing up everyone on the guest list. Have you home in about an hour." She nodded her thanks and he left.
She didn't have anything to pack. Someone had removed the equipment she had on her at some point. She was still in the same clothes. She could tell by the massive hole in the back of her shirt. They must have been preparing for the worst if they had just stuck a bandage on her and moved on. Daniel was still in the bed beside her, but he looked better than before. She did what she could for him again.
He woke almost twenty minutes later, it was sore he said, but could manage it. Half an hour after that they were through the gate. She hadn't thought far enough ahead before they left to imagine her homecoming, but more than the gate room stuffed full to bursting with people cheering for her, she was glad to be back.
Janet pulled them aside almost immediately and ushered them to the infirmary. She didn't feel the need to fight the woman. Hammond followed them, and they happily provided their side of the story. The others it seemed, were currently still on their way down from orbit. Once Hammond and Janet were satisfied with her, she left. She got a full twelve hours that night.
The others received just as enthusiastic a return, and Kara assumed that things would all return to normal. She couldn't have been more wrong. O'Neill approached her at lunch two days later. "I understand you asked Hammond for a position here a while back," he told her, "I just wanted you to know, I filed the official request for you to join SG-1 an hour ago. If your interested?"
She accepted in a heartbeat.