City of the Daleks.
Chapter One

Elisabeth looked up as John came into her office. Closing her tablet computer down she asked; 'Any troubles?'

'Nope if they are alive they're not moving. Rodney and Zelenka still say they are alive but asleep.'

'How?'

'Well Rodney thinks the pepper-shakers have little guys built into them. Cybernetics or something like that.'

'Really, interesting. I take it they're having fun?'

'Like kids with a new toy... What the heck?'' A low grinding sound filled the room and a flashing blue light began glowing somewhere.

'Doctor Weir to Stargate Control.' The two of them almost jumped out of her office

'What's going on?' They asked at the same time. The light was growing brighter and the sound louder.

The sergeant pointed and a few feet from the Stargate something was phasing in and out of existence. Suddenly the sound crashed to a stop and the light on the top of the object died.

John took a few steps to the balcony 'Is it my imagination or is that a phone box?'

Elisabeth looked at it, there was something familiar about it. A tall blue box, made of wood with a flashing light. Where had she heard of that sort of thing before? A door opened on the side facing them and a short man came out. He was quickly followed by a young woman and a man in a kilt.

The strange man frowned for a second before the entire scene was covered in energy bolts. 'Get back in the...' he was hit by a stunner blast and stumbled into the side of the box.

The Scottish boy reached for him but he to was taken down

'Stop firing! Elisabeth cried out, looking around she saw two of her guards with Wraith stunners take down the girl from the top of the stairs.

The strange man somehow pulled himself back to his feet before another two stun bursts caught him in the back. Finally dropping him.

John was about two steps behind her as she stormed up to the two guards. 'Just what the HELL were you two thinking!?' she screamed.

The taller looked at her, confusion written across his face; 'Our job, Sir. We're supposed to protect the gate room.'

The shorter spoke up. 'That's right. Sir'

John blurted out, 'Who are you guys?'

'We were transferred sir. From the Daedalus last week.'

'Right, of course you were. First things first; you shoot like first year cadets! My four year old niece could shoot better than you, and I don't have a four year old niece. Second; since when does three people without so much as a pointy stick between them count as a Shoot On Sight threat?'

'They could have been Wraith, Sir.' the talkative one answered, Elisabeth glanced and noted the American flags on the two of them.

'Alright, you two give your stunners to Ronon and get back to your quarters. Stay there until I figure out what to do with you.'

Following orders the two barely had the brains to cringe from the death look Ronon gave the two of them. John slumped down onto one of the stairs. 'Marines, I think one of the requirements:- must have IQ under 50.'

Beckett and his medical team ran in from one of the side doors carrying stretchers and quickly set to work examining the new guests 'That much huh?' Elisabeth agreed, still looking down at the blue box. Where had she heard about a blue box?

Tayla was helping the medical team load the trio of guests onto stretchers. Elisabeth watched as her friend poked her head into the open door before recoiling, 'By the Ancestors, it's bigger on the inside!'

'This is going to be one of those days.' John hopped to his feet and then down the stairs. After a moment he vanished inside the box.

Ronon came back with two new guards. He must have said something to them both because, even though she remembered them from the original expedition, they looked nervous. 'Where's Shepherd?'

John came out of the box. 'Alright, I'm going to hate myself for saying this but someone get Rodney.'

'Agreed' Tayla said looking distinctly shell shocked.

'I'm just saying it must still be alive.' Radek insisted to, well his friend he guessed you could call him.

Rodney gulped another mouthful of coffee. 'Well of course it is.' Just some times Radek wished his friend wasn't so... Rodney like.

'No no no no, that's not my point.' Radek walked around the odd one out. The two of them had put that one onto a lab gantry and a couple of their fellow scientists were scanning various parts. 'This whole shell must be to protect and transport what ever is inside.'

'Why else would they be inside them?' Rodney sighed, still not letting Radek finish.

'So as far as we know this could be a form of stasis, hibernation maybe. Created by this armour...'

He caught on, 'And they might be waiting for a signal telling them rescue is here. Good idea, hey get away from there.' the last bit he aimed at their two co-workers. Rodney headed to the table with his equipment scattered across. 'Right, if they are waiting rescue they've got to be broadcasting something so that they can be found. But it would have to be very weak, otherwise that would have happened already.'

'Not really. They could just be very far away.' Williams said. He was wearing an American flag on his arm but Radek knew he had an Irish family. 'and not have the power to reach their home. I mean you said they took out a wraith cruiser, on their own, That must have taken something out of them.'

Rodney snapped his fingers, 'So we rig up a little subspace receiver, rifle through the frequencies we need and Bob's our uncle.' Radek watched him frown for a moment. 'Is it just me that doesn't like this. Sure the whole enemy of our enemy thing is sound in theory but the whole friends part, never that sure.'

'McKay!' Ronon stormed in. 'Come on.'

'What? No. I've got to stay here I've got lots of work to do. I don't have time to play around.' He complained but the big guy grabbed him by the collar and literally hefted the obnoxious Canadian onto his shoulder. 'What?' Put me down! Ronon?'

Radek shouted after them 'Rodney, I'll help explain to Dr Weir. It won't take that long. You two try to identify the right frequency. Good.'

Radek chased after Rodney and Ronon, Even carrying the complaining scientist the Satedan commando was fast.

Finally catching up with them he saw Ronon throw Rodney into a tall blue box. Colonel Shepherd laughed and played a round of rock-paper-scissors with his team mate. Colonel Shepherd lost and followed Rodney inside.

Radek had no idea what was going on but he knew Dr Weir would know and she would tell him. Making his way up to her office he saw the whole control room alive. They were checking sensor logs and the read outs. It looked like they were finding nothing.

Inside the office The expedition leader was flicking through her tablet computer very quickly. 'What is it you are looking for Elisabeth?' Tayla asked. She was hovering, casting the odd glance to the box.

'Found it!' Dr Weir cried out. 'SG-1 mission reports. Almost seven years ago, what's... Radek I'm going to need your help with this.' She turned the screen to face him. Over the mission report the was a huge image.

' "U.N.I.T. Classified under the United Nations Intelligence Task-force".' He read aloud while checking the water-mark. The whole image was built in to the report. The only thing you could do was read around it. He kept reading it anyway:- ' "All subjects relating to the above are classified under UN charter of 1968. Please contact U.N.I.T command and quote Code 9 infraction, research." I did not know that the UN had access to SGC files.'

'They don't. Officially they don't even know it exists. Only a few member states are part of the IOA.' Dr Weir never looked up from the screen.

'So how can a UN Task-force classify our own records.' He asked.

Tayla coughed politely. 'What is this unit?'

Dr Weir turned to her. 'Few people on Earth have heard of them. They're a military based counter terrorist organisation. Mostly they protect experimental technologies and test them covertly.'

'I did not think the U.N could do that. Not without the permission of all the counties involved?'

'They can't. Officially U.N.I.T. exists as an international defence force to protect the Earth from alien invasion but that's just a cover story.'

'Why?' Tayla asked with a tilt of her head.

'It's ridiculous, a covert multinational intelligence force defending the Earth for years...' She trailed off. Radek realised what she had.

They looked at each other. '1968!' they said together shocked at the implications.

Ian Williams punched the air; 'Found it! We've found the frequency!'

His English co-worker turned to him, 'Great, I'll call McKay!'

'What? James think about it. If we wake them up we make first contact. We get the glory and there's nothing that bastard can do about it. We call him, we'd never hear the end of how we couldn't do it without him and he gets the credit.'

'I hear you. We can get the drop on him.' James laughed

'... and the credit! Hell we pull this off and were the golden boys of the science department. We'd had pulled on over on McKay!' Ian gloated, already planing his little heroic speech. To a man the entire science contingent of Atlantis hated McKay.

James looked at the readings. 'No wonder it was difficult, the signal is incredibly weak. We'll need power, or they will at least.'

Nothing could take the wind out of Ian's sails now; 'Power? What do you see over there.' he pointed at a case. 'A Naquada reactor! since we're running on that ZPM we're not using them. We just hook one of these guys to one, didn't you find what you said was a power point?'

His friend ginned back. Oh yes, McKay's day was over!

'My name is Carson Beckett. I'm a doctor.' he said. The boy had just come around and was not looking happy. 'Can you tell me your name?'

'Jamie McCrimmon.' His country-man answered trying to sit up. 'What happened to us?'

'Aye, that was our fault, sorry. A couple of our guards were shocked by your arrival. Being American they shot first, shot again and asked questions later.' From the look he was getting Carson carried on. 'We have a few Wraith stunners, the guards were armed with them. They're not supposed to kill, they disrupt your central nervous system, effecting your muscle co-ordination as well as delivering a charge that numbs the body... They knock you out.' he finished lamely when he realised the boy had almost no idea what he was on about.

'Victoria? The Doctor?' he asked

The lass is fine, still sleeping well. As for the man, I canna say.' Carson looked over to the short man lying on the scanner table. 'He was hit more than once but that doesn't seem to be the problem. It's like he's in a coma, only more so. Multiple stunner blasts shouldn't do that. At worst they're effects should just last longer.'

'But the Doctor isn't human, it could hurt him. Couldn't it?'

'We guessed that. That's why he's on the scanner. It'll see if there's anything the matter we can fix.' As Carson spoke the scanner stopped and slid back. 'See there's the results.' he pointed to the Atlantis screen next to the bed.

It flickered for a short while then, on the top layer of information large orange words stood out:- "Race Identified. Time-Lord. Danger Extreme".

Hatches in the walls flashed open, Glowing red lights pulsed from the openings and Carson got the feeling that the entire city was coming alive with alarms. 'Oh this is going to go well.'

End Chapter One

Authors note:-
Okay its a short one, just over three pages but come on, can you ask for a better group of cliff-hangers?