"Incoming Wormhole!"
Seargent Walter's voice was heard all over the underground Cheyenne Mountain Complex named SGC. Unexpected travelers had been pouring in the last four days, the Stargate had activated eight times in these four short days, and many of the employees were getting frustrated.
Among one of these employees was Colonel Johnathan "Jack" O'Neill. He was sitting almost alone in the cafeteria, trying to enjoy the last of the blue jello before Major Carter would come and steal it. When he heard the alarm signaling the Stargate activating, he silently cursed. All of these unexpected activations, along with the whole Anubis problem were getting to him.
He got up from his comfortable sitting position and took one last glance at the jello. He wouldn't let Carter get it this time, it was all his to enjoy. He grabbed the jello and then went through the familiar and dull gray corridors that he had grown fond of in his years of working at this base, and took the elevator down to the lowest level where the gate was located.
He went into the control room where all the geeks were spending their time doing whatever techno stuff they did with the gate. He could see his whole team gathered at the window, watching the Stargate that was closed by the iris. Doctor Daniel Jackson, Teal'c and Major Samantha Carter were all gazing at the scene in front of them. Daniel with his hand rubbing his chin, Teal'c with his common (and sometimes creepy) stoic gaze and Sam at the computer, watching the gate as she tried to fix whatever anomaly was ongoing.
"Carter, what's happening?" Jack inquired as he stepped towards her, still holding the cup of jello in his hand, and the plastic spoon digging through it.
"Well sir, it seems a virus has overloaded the software that controls the iris. We're trying to identify the virus' whereabouts in our hard drives and find a way to remove it. I don't think we'll find out how it got past our mark four firewall."
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye the iris opened, and he could see why many of the people in the control room seemed quite disturbed. The event horizon (or puddle as most called it) had turned into a sickly green color.
A scream was heard before something went out of the puddle.
Suprise! I'm not actually dead.
So you might all wonder why I posted this chapter instead of following the list of requests, but don't worry this is only a minor intrusion. And the request I was supposed to do will be done in the next chapter, the next chapter will also (hopefully) complete this short Stargate arc, unless I suddenly decide otherwise and want to write more SG. Oh, and I'm incredibly sorry for making this one so short, it's sort of a prologue I guess.
I hope you'll take time to review, even though I don't deserve it for taking so much time to update. Reviews do inspire me to write more, if that helps. I love constructive criticism, and more requests would be nice.