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
[Inspired by Stargate Reopened; I recommend reading it if you have the time.]
[Chapter 34]
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Three phone calls, two deaths, one hour, and no way for Matthew to get back to Colorado in time to help. If he hadn't been fraying around the edges waiting for whatever news he could get, he'd have been laughing at the incredible timing of Alfred's disappearance and the crisis at Stargate Command.
The Canadian personification groaned, running a hand down his face as he waited by the phone for any sort of update from General Hammond. While he was certain most of the States who hadn't missed their Personification vanishing (and dying) once were aware of his second disappearance in as many months, Virginia had been the one to tell him that Alfred had been at his house when he'd vanished from her senses, meaning it'd been Tony who'd taken him at exactly the wrong time.
Of all the times to wish he was America instead of Canada!
Unfortunately though, Cheyenne Mountain was nowhere near his border, so he'd had to fly back up to Ottawa in order to report to his boss and catch up on the paperwork that'd piled up and been only partially delegated to secretaries in the two and a half weeks he'd been away for the Abydos Contact Mission. Between the information on and from the personification of Abydos, the technology and materials that would be making their way north within half a year, and the work he had to do before the next World Meeting, he'd been swamped enough to not spare a second thought to what could go wrong.
Even now, though, he could hear Alfred laugh and tell him that there was no way either of them could have predicted things going south so quickly. The chances of a breakout happening were low as it was, and Alfred disappearing was… not quite rare, but unlikely to happen during anything critical. The odds of them occurring at the same time, with Matthew also unavailable, were so low that even General West might have given pause for a moment.
...nah, the Canadian thought with a snort, the man had probably not only predicted this could happen but was already preparing the first two of his contingencies for just such a situation. Paranoid and military-minded he might be, but it'd proven damned effective when it was needed most.
He could only hope that the SGC could pull through before it was implemented, because otherwise…
(He offered up a brief prayer, just on the off-chance it might help.)
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He was dead he was dead he was so fucking dead it wasn't even funny anymore. Dr. McKay wasn't certain whether the gate failing to activate was in any way good for his long term health or not, but based on his luck today he was going to bet on the latter.
"Where are you?" He couldn't help but wonder in a slowly growing panic, because it'd been nearly fifteen minutes since he'd seen a friendly human being and there was no way of knowing if they'd finally managed to throw together a plan that wasn't 'run at the crazy fanatics like idiots' yet. "I'd like to not die today, thanks!"
When Not-Rothery's voice growled behind him in that alien language he tensed, but her anger didn't seem to be directed at him yet, so he risked a glance around the room just in case there was a way out. Of course, there was nothing immediately available, and another shout had one of the guards grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around roughly so their leader could get up in his face.
"Why did the chappa'ai not activate?"
"I don't know- auck!" He grit his teeth against the shake he'd been given for the effort. "It could have been any of a dozen things - the address might not exist, the other gate could be damaged or blocked, there might not be enough power, things like that!"
Rothery scowled, glancing to her guard before shallowly tossing her head up. The gesture apparently meant 'dump that scientist's ass on the ground', as that was what happened not a moment later.
"Dial us a world that does work then, Dr. McKay," The woman demanded, her use of his name mocking enough that if she weren't holding six not-so-metaphorical guns to his head, he'd snapped right back at her.
"Fine, fine, gimme a minute," He grumbled, pushing himself back to his feet and going back to the computer while furiously thinking. His only options if he didn't want to get killed in the next minute or two were Abydos and Heliopolis, neither of which were good for various reasons.
Heliopolis, while possessing nothing but friendlies, was mostly staffed by scientists who hadn't had reason to lift or carry a gun outside of training. The place was also structurally unsound, meaning that if any fighting went down, it could take out part or most of the ancient castle with it, more than likely killing everyone inside in the process.
Abydos, on the other hand, had only a small holding force in the gate chamber, the rest of those assigned to the planet taking part in the setup of the future outpost there. If Rothery (or whatever was pretending to be her) had access to unknown addresses, she'd face no challenges on the other side while she and her men turned around and dialed out to… wherever they'd originally been intending to go.
Whelp, only one would give the soldiers enough time to keep these fanatics from escaping known territory, and he was dead no matter what. He quickly stamped in the code to the planet where he'd really made his name within the SGC, hoping the guards wouldn't realize it wasn't the code to Abydos like they probably expected. As the last chevron locked and the wormhole formed, he held tightly to the desk and counted down to the shot that would knock him out and/or kill him.
Instead he was manhandled and dragged along with the group, stumbling as he was tossed forward towards the pool. He turned to complain, only to have a radio of all things shoved into his hands while Rothery held the other.
"You will go through and confirm through this device that the world on the other side is not harmful. If you resist, you will die."
"Well, I'm gonna die anyways, aren't I?" He barely kept to himself, glancing to the stone-faced fanatics before stepping through to a confused group of soldiers and scientists.
He took a breath and told them quickly, "About fifteen seconds behind me is a group of escaped fanatics and their probably insane leader, so running might be a good option."
Luckily, they seemed to take it seriously, everyone ducking behind crates or running down the hall to alert the rest of those in the castle. Taking in a shaky breath, he brought the radio up to his mouth and said, "It's all good."
There's no reply, obviously, but a few seconds later the water ripples and the guards step out in pairs, Rothery right on their tail, smile quickly dipping into a scowl as the wormhole closed behind her. "This is not Abydos."
"I don't know the address to Abydos!" He lied, panic making it sound convincing enough to his ears. "But I know someone here does, so you can get them to do it!"
"You waste my time and patience, McKay," She snarled, and a guard grabbed him (why was this a thing?) and threw him to the wall, his entire body feeling like one large bruise as he gave up on attempting to move or even breathe for a moment.
Yeah, that was almost definitely something broken. Maybe two or three things. Hopefully not his spine, though he could still feel his legs and toes so he was probably fine on that front. Fuck his life today and in general - was it too much to ask to just be left alone with his projects?
Rothery snarled something to her guards in that other language, and heard the boots walk off in what he vaguely guessed were down the halls and to the edges of the room. If anyone tried to come through from Earth, there was no doubt these guards would be prepared for it and fire before anything could be thrown through. He could only hope that fact that he'd warned them soon enough to be prepared for the guards coming after them.
"Rodney!" A voice hissed to his right, and he almost tilted his head to look before it hastily added, "No, don't look this way."
Right, that would get Rothery and whatever guards could still see him to look towards the crates as well. He closed his eyes instead, taking a deep breath while trying to remember - ah, yes, the rather strict doctor Fraiser. Ninety percent of the tests he'd had to go through in order to see Heliopolis had been on her command, as well of eighty percent of those he'd gone through once he'd made it back to Earth.
Wait, why was she behind the crates?
"I need you to stay absolutely still," She told him as quietly as she could manage, taking advantage of the fact that Rothery was over by the dialing station and so too far away to hear her over the sound of the gas generator that powered the device.
"Why?" He asked back quietly, hissing it through his teeth to avoid moving his lips too much.
Instead of a reply, he got what sounded to be the soft scrape of plastic on plastic, right before one of the crates slammed down and open right next to him. His own screams were hidden within the shrieks of the dozen hellions who'd been inside it, the guards quickly bringing their staves up to deal with them even as they scrambled around the room looking for an escape or a victim.
The first blast of energy, less than a foot from Rodney's head, gave them that target, and he opened his eyes to appreciate the little fuckers going after someone other than him even as Dr. Fraiser crawled over to drag him to safety behind the crates.
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AN: Just in case you were wondering where Matt was in all this. Needless to say, he's not too happy with Alfred, the universe, or himself right now.
Also I'm worried I don't have Rodney down quite right, because it's been ages since I watched SG1 or Atlantis so like, I don't have much of a feel for his character outside the wikis and whatnot. If I ever get around to a sequel to this fic, I'll probably do that just to be on the safe side, but for now... :Y
