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

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: It was the discovery of the century. A devise 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

[Chapter 32]

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Teryl startled awake, head pounding with an even greater ferocity than it had before she'd… dozed off? Hard to believe she'd managed it with how achy she was feeling all over, especially with the footsteps pounding in step with her head-

Then she realized she wasn't in the med bay anymore, but walking down the corridor towards the Stargate, the prisoners marching around her like a prison guard… or an honor guard. She stumbled and was ready to scream, only for - something - to paralyze her throat and force her legs to keep moving steadily. Her fingers started to reach for her gun before they, too, were compromised, clenching into a fist at her side instead.

'What's going on?' She thought with growing panic. 'Why are they out? Why aren't they attacking me? And why can't I do anything?'

'Slaves do not ask questions,' another voice in her head, one that was most certainly not hers, replied with a snarl. 'Back to the depths with you!'

Something shoved her down, dulling her own perception of the world to near nothingness before she started pushing back, refusing to give up to - whatever the fuck was controlling her. 'I am not a slave, and I won't let you control me!'

'BEGONE!'

She could only stab one last time before darkness overwhelmed her, but allowed herself to fade with the grim satisfaction that at least whatever was controlling her would now have to deal with her headache.

Apepmose grimaced, resisting the urge to rub at her head and show weakness before its new Jaffa. Fortunately, these ones were well trained enough to not comment on whatever oddities their god might show, and would certainly never dare to ask if anything was wrong.

Damn that slave woman; once they were gone and safe she would make certain the woman knew the price of resistance. The goa'uld could already hear the mental screams of her future victim, and allowed herself a smile before the damnable headache washed it away. If only she'd been older, there'd've been no need to put such effort into suppressing this damnable body!

Even with the trouble, though, the body had more than proven its worth. As she'd thought, no one had suspected 'Teryl' to be capable of treachery, and so had let her get close enough to the guards keeping her from her Jaffa in order to incapacitate them. The show of force had also conveniently proved her divinity to the six, meaning less time wasted converting them to her own cause.

Not to mention as she gain more of her body's memories, her ability to deceive the future slave fodder around her increased. Acting the 'concerned' prisoner had stalled more than one group of would-be rescuers long enough for her guard to take them out, their recovered armor more than capable of handling the mere handguns most of them kept on hand.

Still, every minute wasted increased the chances they would bring in the more deadly weapons her host knew. Chemicals might not hinder her or her guards long, but there were still the 'armor-piercing' rounds to consider, as well as the 'frag grenades' that had apparently taken out Jaffa before.

Apepmose sneered. Whatever advantages these slaves had, they would not stop her, not when they misguidedly thought they could still 'save' her. And even if they'd taken down Ra before her, they'd only managed such with what was easily seen as their most powerful weapon, and by surprise at that. She, on the other hand, was fully aware of their capabilities and the fact that they would not use them on their own homeworld, in their own base especially.

Now all she needed was a true prisoner to work the computers attached to the Stargate. Wasn't it convenient there was one right on the way there?

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Rodney McKay was not having a good day.

Firstly, he'd been woken up way too early by some idiots yelling right outside his room, and who hadn't even had the decency to stay put so he could yell back at them after he'd cracked open his door to glare at them. Then the coffee machine had turned out to be broken, meaning he was bereft of his caffeinated happiness until they brought in a replacement.

Then, of course, he'd entered his lab to discover someone had come in and 'cleaned a bit', leaving him scrambling through the stacks to find out where they'd put all of his papers he'd laid out in a very specific order because he'd been on track for figuring out one of the mysteries of the Stargate and now he'd lose hours trying to remember what track his tired brain had been on not eight hours ago.

As if that weren't bad enough, he'd just gotten over all of that and had finally gotten back into his groove, mumbling to himself as he shuffled papers and drew pencil lines connecting various datasets and noting anomalies and peaks on graphs, when the alarms went off. Fucking. Great.

He opened his door, flagging down one of the soldiers running past. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Prisoners escaped," The man replied, frowning heavily at being held back. "Stay in your lab and don't let anyone in until the threat is dealt with."

"What- how did they do th- hey don't shove me!" McKay complained as the man not so gently shove him into the lab and slammed the door, his steps running off as the scientist swore. "No, don't tell the scientists anything, they'll be fine."

He groaned, falling back into his seat. "And of course I have to wait for the military to clean up after their own mistakes; 'there's no way they can break out on their own' my ass! I bet they got the cheapest cells installed and the fanatics just broke the doors open. And now I can't even do my own work because of this fucking alarm!"

Despite the complaints, his fingers tapped restlessly against the chair. He'd been working here long enough to know that the people here weren't necessarily stupid, just average, especially compared to him. There were some exceptions, of course, like Dr. Carter, who he would begrudgingly admit to having some good ideas and a good instinct for what leads to follow, even if she didn't have the sheer number crunching he did. They probably wouldn't make as stupid a mistake as to get cheap-ass prison cells, especially with so much money at hand, which made the fact that the prisoners had gotten out just that much more concerning.

He bit his lip, eyes flickering around the room. If there was a chance the soldiers heading for them failed, and they did come this way, he had no way to defend himself. What was he gonna do, throw papers at them? Talk until their brains melted? He was a scientist, not a soldier!

He looked over to the side of the room, where the fire extinguisher rested in case of emergency. Hmm, there was a thought in case someone did come in - just spray them in the face and bam! Out of action! And it didn't require the messiness or good aim of a gun (not that he was BAD with them, really he wasn't, he just- wasn't the greatest fan of actually shooting things. Or people.)

He left his seat and quickly ran over, opening the case and hauling the extinguished over to his desk. Yeah, he could hide behind it, and if they came in and didn't just leave right away, he could hit them and potentially make a break for it. He'd done well enough on running portions of the participACTION competitions, and fear was a great motivator, so he'd probably make it to another safe spot before they could shoot at him.

Probably.

The minutes ticked by unbearably, the alarms still going on to let him and any other person within hearing range and possessed of two braincells to rub together know that the situation still hadn't been resolved, which was just fucking great when they should have been easy to take down without their armor or weapons available easily. Heck, hadn't the things been hidden in a different room with a code-locked panel? There's no way they could have known and gotten in without anyone catching them, right?

There was a knock on the door, startling him and a shriek out of his thoughts.

"Dr. McKay?" He heard one of the doctors - Rothery, right? - call out, her voice tinged with fear. "Are you there?"

What was she doing out in the halls? He held the extinguisher close, replying, "Yeah, though I'd appreciate it if you didn't draw the attention of those fanatics."

"I'm sorry, I'm just so scared," She replied, voice lowering. "They've taken out the medical bay… I only got away because I was late getting there and I saw them entering, and I need a place to hide…"

He grimaced, not wanting to share his hiding spot but at the same time worried she might let the escaped prisoners know where he was if she didn't leave or get in. "Yeah yeah, let me just unlock the door, alright?"

"Please hurry…"

He set the extinguisher down next to him as he messed with the lock, finally getting it open and turning the handle only to open himself up to a completely unpanicked doctor and six large, fully armored and armed, and wildly unimpressed prisoners all aiming their staves at him.

Well, fuck. His hands went up instantly, and she held an arm out to keep them from firing. Either she'd gone around the bend and somehow managed to win their loyalty, or something really, really bad was going on.

"You will come with us and activate the chappa'ai."

"And if I don't?" Rodney asked, trying to muster up some courage.

"Jaffa, hol mel." The guard's fingers tightened around their staves.

"Fine, fine, I'm coming!" He yelped, keeping his hands up as he slowly moved out of the room under the unwavering gazes of the fanatics. After they started moving he was, thankfully, allowed to lower his arms, though his mind was frantically racing as to why they'd come after him specifically. Weren't there other people who could activate the gate they could have used.

He opened his mouth to ask as such, only to be cut off with a curt, "Speak and I will not stop the Jaffa from silencing you."

Right, well that wasn't going to work. Nor would alerting the soldiers, since they were getting hit almost as soon as they rounded the corner, unable to fire when two noncombatants (or more accurately, one noncombatant and one batshit insane woman) were in their line of fire.

By the time they'd reached the gate room, they'd taken out half a dozen groups, and he could only imagine how many others had fallen on the way to his lab. One of the guards shoved him to the dialing station, which was completely bereft of people, which explained why they needed him just a bit more. "I don't even know what address you want!"

"Cygnus, Sagittarius, Cetus, Taurus, Scutum, Norma."

Swallowing, he input the commands into the station, watching as the gate activated and started spinning as commanded. Now two sets of alarms were going off, and he could feel the seconds of his life remaining as the final, home glyph locked itself in. After all, they wouldn't need him after this, would they?

Instead of locking, however, the final chevron made what sounded remarkably similar to a cancelling sound, and all the chevrons deactivated at once.

Based on the dead silence from the rest of the room, this was not a good sign at all.

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AN: Hey, look who's updating this about three weeks later than she said she would! I would blame college, but tbh part of me was just plain exhausted and couldn't muster the willpower to sit down and write until now. But hopefully the success of getting this out will let me grind through the rest so I can wrap this up and get to Mirror again.

I guess since we're working our way to the finale of this fic (though not the series), I'm curious as to what you guys are expecting to happen, either within the bounds of this fic or in whatever sequels might eventually pop out of the ether for me. People who get close win a fabulous prize of- absolutely nothing! Except the pride in being a good guesser and out-predicting me I guess.