Odyssey
a Torchwood & Stargate story
by RoadrunnerGER
Disclaimer: I neither own Torchwood nor Stargate. I just thank their creators for
Summary: Abducted away from Earth and sold into slavery Team Torchwood has to fight for survival. Being left behind Tosh works with the Stargate team, going on a frantic odyssey across the universe in order to save her friends. Crossover, set s2
A/N: Thank you NikkieSheepie for your review! Thanks for the story favs, too. All the others don't like Jack anymore, huh? LOL Waiting for Toshiko and what she's going to do… Alright, I promised, so here's the next chapter. Please let me know what you think. Concrit is always appreciated. Thanks. ;) Enjoy!
Special thanks to my beta Mandassina as well as to Kitsa.
Chapter 12
Toshiko hoped and prayed that what she was going to do would actually be helpful. She wanted just one thing, a way to follow the Tebr'ox and free as many people as possible, preferably her team mates.
Meeting Mulder and the Lone Gunmen had been very weird. Frohike constantly hit on her. Langly could not stop praising her computer skills. Byers provided her with all kinds of conspiracy theories without being asked. They made her feel rather like a rock star surrounded by groupies. At least Mulder attempted to remain the professional he was supposed to be.
Secretly Toshiko thought that he was the one who had the most screws loose. If possible he was even more paranoid than the conspiracy trio and was still working for one of the most powerful American agencies. The Federal Bureau of Investigation was known to keep its secrets. That had started with J. Edgar Hoover and did not end when the famous FBI boss died. The agency was intransparent and Toshiko knew that UNIT did not trust the Bureau.
The Lone Gunmen said that Mulder was seen as a rogue agent by his bosses, moved to work the X-files to get him out of their hair. In the end he caused an even bigger stir there than before.
After getting valuable information from the Lone Gunmen Toshiko had called Rhys to see if Archie had arrived, if everything was all right, and get some reassurance that she was doing the right thing before she made other calls. She had talked with the Queen and a UNIT general, and finally got approval for her plan by President Hayes.
Now she was about to meet the people who hopefully were able to help her find the abductees.
Even now, after learning about one of if not the most secret operation of the United States Air Force, Toshiko had no real idea about how they were supposed to find the Tebr'ox and bring the kidnapped people back.
A driver had picked her up at the airport and now steered the limousine to the guarded entrance of the top-secret military base of Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado Springs, Colorado. A soldier checked on them and let them pass. The car drove into a tunnel where it stopped on a marked parking space and another soldier opened the door for Toshiko. She got out and followed the soldier inside of the complex. There he showed her to a simple room with only a table and two chairs and asked her to wait a moment.
Toshiko did not have to wait long until a man in uniform came in. His hair was so short cropped that he appeared almost bald. Vivid brown eyes scanned her quickly.
"Dr. Sato," he greeted. "Welcome to Cheyenne Mountain Complex."
"Thank you…"
"Chief Master Sergeant Harriman, Ma'am."
"Well, thank you, Sergeant. When can I see General O'Neill?"
"As soon as you have signed this confidentiality agreement," Harriman said and placed the folder he held on the tabletop. "Just a formality, Ma'am."
Toshiko nodded and signed where Harriman pointed to.
"Thank you, Ma'am. If you will follow me."
Harriman held the door open for her, slipped past her, and went ahead down the corridor deeper under Cheyenne Mountain. With his key-card he opened a door and at the end of the next hall an elevator. He let Toshiko enter the carriage first, stepped in and pressed a button on a long row of buttons. They were going down, far down.
"Welcome to Stargate Command," Harriman said when the doors slid open.
"Oh, now it's Stargate Command instead of Cheyenne Mountain Complex?" Toshiko teased.
"Yes, now that you've signed the confidentiality agreement," the sergeant confirmed. "We usually just refer to it as the SGC."
"I see." Toshiko offered him a sincere smile before she once more followed him through a veritable maze of corridors. They stopped in front of just another of many doors and Harriman knocked.
"Yes. Come in!" a male voice carried through the wood.
His hand on the handle Harriman made two steps in, saying, "Sir, Dr. Sato is here now."
"Show her in," the general said. "Thank you, Walter."
"Sir."
Gesturing at Toshiko to go inside he stepped back out on the corridor and when the Torchwood operative was in the office he closed the door behind her.
"Have a seat, please, Dr. Sato," General O'Neill offered with a gesture toward the chair in front of his desk. He was busy signing some papers and hardly looked up at her.
So Toshiko went to the desk and sat down in the offered chair.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Sato, but I need to finish this."
"No problem, General," she said. "Nobody likes to be interrupted in his train of thought."
He nodded absently.
His light brown hair had begun to turn grey. He was not in full uniform but wore a black t-shirt and a green drill shirt with the Stargate emblem and rank insignias. With a big gesture that twisted Toshiko's heart because it was so similar to one of Jack's mannerisms, he waved his signature at the bottom of the last page, shuffled everything together, and closed the folder to put it into the outbox.
"Thank you for your understanding, Dr. Sato," the general said when he now sat back in his office chair. "I was told that you have a rather unusual request?"
"Oh? Someone told you that, General O'Neill?" Toshiko replied, cocking her head to the side.
"Yeah, when I was asked to meet you," O'Neill told her matter of factly, though with a spur of amusement lacing his voice. He scooted forward with the chair and rested his folded hands on the tabletop. Eyeing her with a strange mix of amusement and suspicion he asked, "What organization are you with again?"
"Torchwood," Toshiko told him.
"Excuse my gap in education, but… what is Torchwood?"
"We're a secret organization founded by the British Crown in 1879, guarding a Rift in time and space that runs through Cardiff," Toshiko answered him as simply as possible.
O'Neill blinked a few times with incredulity. "A Rift?"
"Yes."
"In time and space."
"Yes."
He harrumphed. "You're making fun of me."
"Believe me," Toshiko smirked. "A huge metal ring that serves as portal to other worlds doesn't sound any more credible."
"True," O'Neill chuckled. "And what are you doing at Torchwood, Dr. Sato?"
"I'm the technical expert of Torchwood Three and work with computers and alien tech."
"That sounds interesting," O'Neill smirked. "And what leads you here?"
Taking a deep breath Toshiko searched for the right tone to tell her story with. This was important. Once more she breathed deeply, exhaling slowly, and began to talk.
xXx
"Oh, c'mon!" Colonel John Sheppard shouted. "You're not gonna let him win, are you?"
His words were directed at his friend and team mate Ronon Dex who sparred with Teal'c and was currently held in a headlock by the Jaffa warrior who served in SG-1. The metal quarterstaff of Teal'c's staff weapon pressing on his throat Ronon struggled to break out of the hold.
Ronon had his hands wrapped around the staff and tried to lift Teal'c off his feet and throw him over his head, but he could not bend forward as he was unable to shift both their balance points. Teal'c held him in an iron grip that did not seem to offer any way out.
That was unacceptable for Ronon.
Groping blindly backwards he searched for another hold and wrapped his hand around the back of the Jaffa's neck. That way Teal'c's balance point changed and before he even knew what happened he soared over the Satedan's head. Seeing the mats rapidly approach Teal'c curled up and rolled over his shoulder, jumping to his feet and spinning around to intercept Ronon's attack.
"Yeah! Go, Ronon!" Sheppard cheered.
Caught in the intensity of their training fight Ronon bared his teeth as he followed Teal'c and grabbed for the staff weapon in order to disarm him. Spinning around he almost managed to twist the weapon out of the Jaffa's hands.
"Ronon, look out!" Sheppard yelled.
Ronon did look out, but that could not prevent him from being sent flying by Teal'c. The Jaffa warrior followed and nailed the Satedan to the floor. Swinging around his staff weapon he directed the almond-shaped head at Ronon and the end split open to fire its powerful energy blast.
"Ronon!" Sheppard screamed.
Of course it was only a training weapon that would not discharge. Still, in the course of the fight it appeared as a real threat. Adrenalin shot through Ronon's veins. Pulling up his right leg he kicked the weapon away. Another kick thumped into Teal'c's abdomen. The Jaffa tumbled back and at once the Satedan was back on his feet.
"Yes!" Sheppard shouted. "C'mon, Ronon! You got him!"
Ronon remained unimpressed by the Colonel's cheers. He wanted to win because his honour did not allow him to lose. When he now lunged at Teal'c the Jaffa grabbed a handful of Ronon's long thick hair that he wore in wild braids. Caught like that Ronon had to come up with a good trick to free himself. He managed to take a hold on the Jaffa's neck.
So the men fought for the upper hand.
They were still trapped in that stalemate when Walter Harriman appeared under the doorframe.
"Teal'c," the technician shouted. "General O'Neill wants to see you. There'll be a meeting in twenty."
Still both men were fighting with each other, neither of them prepared to let the other go.
"This might take a while," Sheppard remarked wryly.
"It can't," Harriman said. "Call it a draw, Teal'c. This meeting is important."
"Why?" Teal'c demanded to know without loosening his grip on Ronon.
"It's about a mission. General O'Neill is talking with an agent from a UK agency right now. Seems to be a big deal. Colonel Carter already is on her way."
"Sounds interesting," Ronon grunted. "Can we join in?"
"Yeah. Who needs home leave?" Sheppard agreed. "Why don't you let go of him so we can check it out, Teal'c?"
"Only if he will let go of me, John Sheppard."
"Ronon! Let go of him!"
"No."
"Ronon," Sheppard insisted, "it's a draw. Let go of him. That's an order."
Reluctantly Ronon released the Jaffa and Teal'c stepped back from Ronon.
"It's not a draw," Ronon growled at Teal'c. "I would have defeated you if he wouldn't have ordered me to stop."
"There is no reason to assume that you would have gotten the upper hand," Teal'c replied calmly.
"Do us all a favour and try not to continue the fight verbally," Sheppard groaned.
"Is that an order?" Ronon challenged.
"If that's what it takes," Sheppard grumbled.
"Then I'll wait for a better time to let my actions speak for themselves," Ronon promised.
"And I shall wait until then to prove that your claim of victory is false," Teal'c assured the Satedan warrior with a confident smile.
"Ok. Thank you both." Clapping his hands together Sheppard smirked enthusiastically. "Now let's see what that mission is about."
tbc…