Forgotten Gods

A Stargate SG1/Highlander the Series Crossover

Part Five: Accidents Happen

It was his own damn fault, Hugh mentally groused through the pain.

Blood pressure's dropping! Come on people, move!

He should have been paying more attention to the road. To the crazy mortals sharing it.

There's burns on over 60% of his body. Clothes are practically fused to the skin...

Being a trucker, constantly on the move, should have been safe. He could have kept up the identity for decades, just another name on the employee list, and avoided the Game for even longer.

He's gone. Time?

Hugh had been burned at the stake before. Having his car blow up was, at least, faster than the slow insanity inducing burn of a witch burning.

Oh. God. What is that?

Jack had been planning on packing up and taking the weekend off. After a hard day's fighting bug-borg, playing paper-work catch-up, and coming up with an X-Files worthy cover-story all he wanted to do was go home and watch some hockey. "General Hammond, sir. Carter. Danny. Teal'c." The colonel bobbed his head in greeting to each person in turn. "By the lack of emergency sirens, I'd say we're not under attack...? And you see, I got this prior engagement..."

"Take a seat, Jack." Hammond gestured to an empty chair as Jack snapped his fingers in disappointment before pulling out the chair beside Teal'c. The larger man inclined his head and as Hammond continued speaking all four members of SG1 opened the packets that were waiting on the table. "Last night a group of drunk campers hit a truck transporting several tons of flammable materials. Luckily due to the late hour and the location, the only vehicles involved were those of the campers and the driver."

Daniel started tapping a pen against the table, each tap causing a sharp click, and the archeologist hummed. "I'm sorry it happened, but what does a traffic accident have to do with us? This was in Wyoming."

"We're getting there, Doctor Jackson." Hammond smiled with dark amusement. "Flip to page three. You'll notice that of the six involved, there were only two survivors. One of which is still in ICU. The problem, lady and gentlemen, is that we're missing a corpse."

"Sir!" Carter spoke up excitedly as she read a supplied medical report. "The other driver was a-"

"I know, Major. He died on the operating table, where they discovered the pouch. An empty pouch. The attending physician thought it might be a naturally occurring mutation, like different colored eyes or webbed toes."

"It is not possible for a jaffa to reach maturity without a prim'ta." Teal'c intoned as he examined the pictures that went along with the file.

"So is there a ghoul running around earth? A Queen?"

All members in the room shared a moment of horror-filled silence at the thought of another Hathor running around, only one with subtlety. The idea of a goa'uld breeding, slowly but steadily infiltrating the Tau'ri, was enough to give nightmares.

"That would be... unlikely." Samantha Carter offered. "We know a goa'uld cannot live long outside of a host or a specially built environment. So even if the immature goa'uld managed to leave the host, the explosion would have killed it before it got very far."

Jack grinned. "Fried snake. Mmm. Mmm good."

"Regardless of whether or not this jaffa had a prim'ta, he himself is missing." Hammond said in an attempt to steer the briefing back on topic.

"Could it be the NID? Maybe Area 51 picked him up? They've been wanting to dissect a jaffa for a while." Jack grumbled.

"No one came to claim the body. No one knows where it went. I'm sending SG1 to investigate. Find out where the body has gone, if he served a goa'uld on earth, if there are any more like Seth. I don't want unknown aliens running around unsupervised. You leave in the morning. Dismissed."

Jack sighed and gave a quick salute. "Yes, sir." He wondered if they're were any good fishing spots in Wyoming.