-1You Have Got to Be Kidding Me!

Glorfirien

Summary: Mini-Jack is down for the count. Our not so heroic heroine is having a mental breakdown. And they're still not any closer to returning home. Where are they now? Think: Capes and tights. (SG-1/JL(U) Crossover)

Disclaimer: (Which is the wonderful work of another author. It seems to be as official as one can get so thanks to that person who helps us newbies sound all official-like) The characters mentioned in this story are the property of Showtime and Gekko Film Corp. The Stargate, SG-I, the Goa'uld and all other characters who have appeared in the series STARGATE SG-1 together with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-I Prod. Ltd. Partnership. Justice League (Unlimited), all its characters, plots, backstory, etc. are not property of the author. This fanfic is not intended as an infringement upon those rights and solely meant for entertainment. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author.

A/N: Well kiddies, I'm back for more. This is the prologue and very much lacking in my usual humor. But wait and we'll come 'round to it soon enough. Remember to review. And remember that this is a work in progress and that I'm smack dab in the middle of midterms so cut me some slack 'ey? I don't start what I won't finish so just stay patient and loyal.

Oh, and I'm playing around with different points of views so...state a preference. Cindy? Jack? Others?

Enough. On to the story!

NOTE TO ALL NEW READERS!! THIS IS THE 3RD PART OF A SERIES!! TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON PLEASE READ 'Why Me?' and 'Oh For Cryin' Out Loud'!!

No one ever claimed that they led boring lives.

Due to rather extensive experience with the weird and dangerous aspects of life they were only minimally surprised when a pair of unknown intruders spontaneously appeared.

"JACK!" the hysterical girl only had eyes for her companion whose torso wound was staining his middle a vibrant red.

Ohgodohgodnononononono.

You're supposed to put pressure on wounds right?

Warm, slick crimson liquid is seeping through my fingers staining them a stark scarlet no matter how hard I press the sweet metallic smell is so thick it leaves a tang in my mouth and what the hell? "Lemme go! He needs help! Jack! You stupid bastard you can't do this! Wake up! Jack! Jack! I'm sorry!"

Whoever has grabbed me isn't letting go anytime soon.

God, please. He can't die. Don't let him die.

I can't stop crying.

As some guy in spandex summons some green energy to contain the wound and another red clad guy is picking Jack up and rushing him away.

It's just not computing.

Shuddering gasps are escaping me, my nose is plugged; I can't breathe.

"Get her calmed down! She's going into shock!"

'Obviously,' I would have shot off smartly if I could have.

Spots in my vision. Graying and growing darker.

Well this is new.

"Breathe in!"

I grasp onto the command.

"Exhale!"

"Slowly."

There's oxygen in my lungs.

And the darkness recedes.

Though my eyes refuse to look away from my drying hands. Sticky. Bloody.

Massive hands take them from line of sight black gloves?

I'm forced to look up.

Looming black clad figure, cape and tights.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Well so much for staying conscious.

End Prologue
Well? What's the verdict? It's short but I just wrote it up an hour ago. It bit me and itched incessantly.
Glorfirien