Ok, I know that it has been a while since I posted. Unfortunately, I have been so busy, I think I met myself coming and going once or twice. Well, anyway, here's a short chapter to tide you over until I can write more. Enjoy:)
Sam leaned back in the chair and threw her hands up in frustration. She had been analyzing the data retrieved from the DHD on P3X-728 for three days now, and she was still no closer to an answer than she was three days ago. The information just didn't seem to make sense. The data supported her theory that the wormhole had indeed jumped to another gate, with one exception: the DHD didn't record any sort of power surge. That made her whole theory null and void. Or did it? It just didn't make any sense.
As Sam's mind tried to wrap itself around a wormhole could perform such an amazing feat, a soft knock came at the door. Sam looked up, and a bright smile spread across her face. It was him, General Jack O'Neill.
Sam stood up from her seat, her body protesting the movement after such a long period of inactivity. I am really getting to old for this, she thought.
"Hello, Sir. What brings you out this way?"
The general chuckled and looked at Sam. "Aw, c'mon Sam, You can drop the 'sir' thing, you know. It's not like I'm your superior officer anymore."
Sam blushed and ducked her head. "I guess old habits die hard. So, Jack, what does bring you to Colorado?"
Jack smiled. "Oh, you know same ole stuff. This time it's Daniel, or rather, the lack of Daniel. So, what's happened to our favorite space monkey this time?"
"I wish I knew. The data we retrieved from the DHD indicates that the wormhole jumped to another gate, but the gate shouldn't have been able to do that." Sam flopped back into her chair.
"So it just jumped?"
"I don't know," Sam replied in frustration. "Theoretically, it's possible. But the power required to force a jump wasn't present when the gate was open." Sam leaned back and groaned in frustration.
"Hey, take it easy. We'll find him," Jack walked around the table and put his arm around her shoulder. "We'll get him back, OK?"
"I hope so. It just doesn't make any sense," Sam leaned against Jack's side and sighed. Ever since his promotion to Head of Homeworld Security, she had seen little of him. To have him here in Colorado Springs meant a lot to her.
When Jack had been promoted, it had eliminated a major barrier that had been preventing them from being together. With that barrier eliminated, they had made the decision to start dating. While their dates had been few and far between thanks to their duties, their time together had been wonderful.
"Maybe it was just 'divine intervention,'" Jack quipped. "You never know, maybe Daniel's old friend Oma DeSala waved her magic wand and sent Daniel to some safe place."
Sam laughed and shook her head. Jack sometimes had a simplistic view of the situation at hand. "I suppose that anything is possible. Although…." Sam trailed off in thought.
"What?" Jack asked.
"Well, I was just thinking that the Asgard might be able to help. Maybe they can give us another perspective on the readings," Sam said
"Hey, that sounds like a plan! Make the call, Sam," was Jack's reply.
As Sam walked out the door, she called back over her shoulder, "Hopefully they will be able to tell us where Daniel went!"