The Star Gate Program (Hetalia/Stargate SG1 X-Over)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: It was the discovery of the century. A device older than human civilization, capable of transporting people across the galaxy in an instant. But things have a way of quickly becoming complicated, pushing America and others to their limits as they find themselves embroiled in galactic politics and intrigue throughout the stars.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine. Stargate isn't mine.

Warning: Alterations of the Stargate timeline/canon and Hetalia canon

[Inspired by Stargate Reopened; I recommend reading it if you have the time.]

[Chapter 6]

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Janet Fraiser looked down at her patient with all the annoyance she could muster. Considering she'd gone two weeks without a drop of caffeine, and had spent the same amount of time chastising dozens of people for similar reasons to his own, it was an impressive amount.

The soldier squirmed under her sharp, unforgiving gaze, satisfying the doctor enough to let up slightly.

"I thought I told all of you not to attempt moving any of the larger pieces of debris in case they were stabilising something, and what's the first thing you all do?"

He shifted. "We were under orders to clear the way to the database room, ma'am."

She sniffed, turning away in a show of disdain. "And look where those orders have gotten you; you won't be able to use that arm for at least two weeks, if you're lucky. If we weren't stuck here, I'd order you back to Earth right now."

With the limited amount of medical supplies available to her right now, the best she could do was wrap the shoulder so he couldn't move it too much and send him off with a warning to the other soldiers. Sighing, she settled back into her chair (a cheap folding one, but one of only a handful sent through), rubbing at her forehead while looking at what patient files she had.

Dr. Littlefield was her prominent one - after decades of isolation from Earth, he'd needed immunization shots for quite a few things lest he get ill from something one of the soldiers or scientists brought with them. Needless to say, he hadn't been happy, but Dr. Langford had stared him down until he'd meekly agreed to get them over with.

"That man is either extremely lucky or extremely unlucky," She mumbled to herself, looking through his self-reported records of everything he'd sampled over the past fifty years.

Fruits, nuts, and the rare animal or fish had been his entire diet; considering they were on an alien world with an unknown biochemistry, he was lucky any of it was edible at all. Several of the foods had proven indigestible, but the rest had been making for decent additions to the bland military rations.

Her gaze briefly slipped over to the crates, each empty for now but soon to be filled once two-way Ring transport was secured. They were all destined to be filled with the various foodstuffs from around Heliopolis, labeled with their intended good's tentative names.

Tangfruit. Cracknut. Blue Cherries. Little Hellions.

She snorted in remembrance of the last one - someone had decided to try and capture the rat-squirrel-like creatures that populated the area for research purposes (read: edibility), only to find out the things got vicious when startled - and brought their friends. The guy had been a sorry mess, but in the end a group had gotten together a trap that would actually capture the things without injury to either party.

Besides self-inflicted injuries, she'd also had to deal with people coming down with colds again and again as their bodies become introduced to a literal world of new bacteria and bugs. It was a small miracle no one had gotten seriously ill yet, and that what did come about was easily dealt with through isolation and antibacterials.

'Probably because there haven't been humans - or human equivalents - in a long time, so nothing's really evolved to attack our systems.'

Dr. Littlefield was proof enough of that concept - he'd have more than likely died if there was truly anything lethal to humans lingering around the base. Not to say there wasn't a chance of something coming along as they all lingered. Hopefully they would never reach that point here, but on other worlds?

God, the medical nightmares just from that thought were giving her a headache. If she didn't know that there was serious discussion (started by her efforts, in fact) to come up with a hazmat suit of some sort that the soldiers and scientists could wear on future missions to whatever other worlds were out there, she'd probably pitch a fit.

There was a brief crashing noise from down the hall, followed by heavy cursing. She groaned, already pushing away from her makeshift desk to prepare for the next group of idiots who'd decided to move things around in the base without considering the ceiling or walls might fall in on them.

Really, she needed to have word with General West and Colonel O'Neill one of these days about all this.

Preferably before everyone was too injured to actually do their jobs.

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There was sometime comforting about peering through a personal telescope at the stars, Jack O'Neill decided, even if those stars weren't in quite the same places as the ones you'd grown up with. He pulled away briefly, readjusting the sight and tilting it slightly to keep the star he'd been looking at centered.

The eggheads who'd come through to Heliopolis were all well and determined to find out exactly where the star they were now orbiting was in relation to the good old Sun. Some of them were attempting to get a spectrographic reading of the star to send through for comparison to Earth's database of stars, while others were going a more classic route of combing the night sky for familiar stars to orient themselves to.

Needless to say, the latter group was part of the reason he was out here right now, making notes in a handy dandy notebook he'd been provided by with a smile.

'I'm supposed to be here to guard the brainiacs while they work, but now I'm the one doing their work,' he grumbled to himself. 'Not that there's much to guard against aside from their own carelessness.'

It was already pretty clear, both from Dr. Littlefield's reports and from his own group's scouting, that no one had lived anywhere near the Ring or Heliopolis in a long time. Heck, there were barely any animals running around, and he'd yet to hear birdsong during his time outside. He wasn't much of an ecologist, but he doubted that was normal.

'Not my job to worry about where all the critters are; that's for other people to look into.'

Not that there would be enough time for such a study. They either had the best or the worst timing in finding Heliopolis when they did - from the looks of things it'd only be a handful of years at most before at least part of the place collapsed into the ocean. Whether the Ring or the database were part of that chunk was yet to be decided, but it was extremely likely both would be damaged even if they didn't go right away.

It was a real shame, in his opinion - the sunsets were gorgeous, and the fruits the good doctor had pointed out were actually rather nice. The medics had, of course, been upset that they'd eaten food that hadn't come from Earth, but they'd conceded after it was pointed out that Dr. Littlefield had survived eating them for decades with seemingly no ill effect. Of course, they had also been worried about foreign bacteria, but the worst anyone had gotten so far was a mild cold, so no one was overly worried about it at the moment.

Still, the scientists were getting jittery, and not from coffee - they had boxes and boxes of samples they wanted to send through to Earth, but as they'd yet to find any sort of mention of Ring codes that could be input to see if they would link to other worlds, or even back home.

Home. Hard to believe that it was so far away, really, even with the alien world and sun and stars around him. His family - his wife, his son, his cousins and parents and everyone else - were light years away from here. How long would it be before he saw any of them again? He'd been beginning to think of retirement when he'd been brought in for this project, and though it felt like a crime to leave something so big, he also felt like he wouldn't be able to live a family life if he were to stay on past this mission.

'Damn shame, though,' Jack mused, looking out across the dark ocean. 'Sara would love it here.'

Maybe if (or when) the Stargate ever became known to the general public, he could see if he could pull a bit of weight to take her and Charlie to whatever world seemed nicest. Not entirely likely, but he could daydream, at least.

...he was getting distracted again. Shaking his head, the colonel turned back to the eyepiece to the telescope, frowning when he realized the star he'd been looking at had moved yet again since he'd started reminiscing. 'I'm really getting old, losing track of time like that. Guess it's a good thing I'm retiring after this anyways.'

One last glance out across the ocean had him frowning - some of the stars were starting to vanish behind cloud cover. He probably didn't have much time left for stargazing tonight - or for this week, if it hung around.

'Storm's coming,' He grimaced. 'Hope we're all ready for it.'

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AN: Sometimes my friend is a wonderful person who helps me realize exactly where my stories need to go to really hit that wealth of potential. This is for you, friend who is probably one of only ten people to read this story.

So yeah, Janet and Jack featured in this chapter! This is before Charlie shoots himself, so Jack's not all traumatised from it. That'll be a not fun thing to write about. On the other hand, cheers for badass ladies and the idiots they have to put up with. I am gonna put a lot of work into all the female characters of the series, because they deserve the screentime.

Let me tell you, though, that looking up potential stars that Heliopolis could be around AND trying to figure out how the night sky would change at 300 light years away from Earth isn't easy. I've taken liberties, though I can at the least confirm that there IS a star - several - which sits about the right distance away and has the right classification.

This particular star is Hip 69185, if you care to look it up. It's a G8V - a bit cooler and smaller than our sun, but fairly similar otherwise. Abydos' star is Hip 14613, a G3V. The research I do for you guys!