A/N: This story is mostly drafted- but I'm open to suggestions as we go forward.
Also, beware- We will deal with alternate realities quite a bit, therefore there might be some things that appear to be plot holes or mistakes. Let me know about them, but I might not change it because it's a subtle hint at something to come. *evil grin*
"You're hurt," MacGyver informed Carter. The sleeve of her BDU jacket was ripped and bloody.
"It's just a scratch." She said, without looking away from the view of Earth.
MacGyver nodded. "Still, you should-"
Dalton cut him off, pushing himself between Mac and Carter.
"Let me take care of that for you, miss," He grinned at her, pulling what appeared to be a handkerchief out of his pocket.
"This might sting a little," He soothed.
Carter looked at him like he had two heads.
She glanced at O'Neill, who was trying to suppress a smile. She shot him a glare.
Carter pushed Dalton's hands away with a finger.
"I think I can handle it." She said,
"But you're hurt!" He protested. "You need my help!"
Teal'c, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward and towered over Dalton.
"Major Carter does not require your assistance," He threatened with a scowl.
Dalton backed away. "Okay. Whatever you say." He said quickly, raising his hands in mock surrender.
Carter shot Teal'c a grateful look.
The sound of tearing cloth caused them all to turn. MacGyver returned to the group and tossed Carter a strip of fabric he'd cut from a sheet draped over some kind of artifact. He pocketed his knife as Carter quickly bound her upper arm. MacGyver sat on one of the crates as O'Neill eyed the pocket with the knife suspiciously.
MacGyver noticed.
"Is it a problem?" He asked, patting the pocket.
"It's just a pocketknife, right?" Daniel said. "How much damage could he possibly do with it?"
O'Neill nodded.
"You can keep it. For now."
o-O-o-O-o
SG-1, MacGyver, and Dalton all sat on crates in the storage closet. Already, the dividing lines had been drawn. SG-1 huddled together in the corner, talking in low voices so the two others wouldn't overhear.
"I'm pretty sure they both came through the quantum mirror," Carter said.
Daniel rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"I don't know how that's possible. We got onto P4X-396 through the Gate, not the mirror. We didn't change realities until just now. The quantum mirror only transports between dimensions, not different planets."
Carter sighed. "It's theoretically possible that the quantum mirror can transport between planets and realities. It's also possible for the Stargate to travel to an alternate reality. Again, it's all theoretical. We've barely scratched the surface of wormhole physics and travel between dimensions."
"Okay. Let's say they traveled to the same planet we were on by accident. What are we supposed to do with them now?" Daniel said.
"I don't know yet," Carter said. "We can't exactly tell them what's going on here. They're civilians."
"They say they're from Earth, but how do we know they're telling the truth? They could be anyone- or anything. Even Gou'ald." Daniel said.
"They're not," Carter said.
"Major Carter is correct," Teal'c confirmed.
"But they could still be a threat," She added ominously.
"We should do some exploring," O'Neill said.
Carter nodded. "Our most pressing concern is finding out if we exist in this reality. That'll tell us how much time we have to figure this mess out."
Another voice startled them.
"Care to tell us what exactly is going on?" MacGyver asked.
SG-1 sat in silence.
MacGyver sighed. "Fine. I'll start with what I've already got figured out. You guys are some kind of military unit. He," MacGyver gestured to O'Neill. "Seems to be the leader."
MacGyver gestured to Carter. "She's probably your second in command. You guys," He pointed at Teal'c and Daniel, "don't fit the pattern. You've got weapons training and handle yourselves well in combat. Based on the patches you're all wearing, you're all on a team called SG-1. You report to someone named Hammond, who's probably either a Colonel or General, depending on your-" He pointed at O'Neill. "current rank."
SG-1 sat in stunned silence.
O'Neill spoke first.
"Colonel Jay." He said, gesturing to himself. "This is Major Carter, Dr. Eugene, and Douglas."
Teal'c turned to MacGyver. "Nice to meet you," He said.
MacGyver smiled. "Fair enough. I didn't give you my real name either. I won't bug you about it. Now. I'd like some straight answers."
Daniel spoke first.
"We can't give them to you."
"Why not? I'm pretty sure whatever secret I've stumbled into is out of the bag. If I'm going to have any chance at helping get us out of this situation- whatever it is- I need to know at least a little about what's going on."
Silence.
"You sure do talk a lot," O'Neill said dryly.
He pulled out his zat and shot him.
MacGyver collapsed, unconscious before he hit the ground.
Dalton was on his feet in an instant.
"Woah! What'd you-" O'Neill shot him too.
"Tie 'em up."
Teal'c and Carter moved to secure their wrists and ankles with zip ties. O'Neill walked over to MacGyver and checked his restraints. He started to walk away but turned back. O'Neill bent down and pulled MacGyver's knife out, pocketing it himself.
"Alright, listen up, guys. We don't know what we've walked into here. This is an alternate SGC; remember that not everyone here is our friend."
He opened the door.
Or tried to.
"The door's locked, sir." Carter supplied.
"Thank you, Carter. I couldn't have figured it out without you," He said seriously.
She pulled a lock-picking set out of her tactical vest and set to work on the lock. A minute or two later, it popped open.
SG-1 stepped out into the hallway.
"It looks pretty much the same," Daniel said.
O'Neill shushed him and switched to hand signals. They followed him down the hallway.
After fifteen minutes of creeping down hallways and exploring storage rooms, they heard footsteps.
O'Neill quickly ducked into the nearest room, which appeared to be some kind of lab.
They flattened themselves against the wall, listening as the footsteps approached and receded.
o-O-o-O-o
MacGyver was aware that he was lying on the floor. He slowly sat up. His hands and feet were bound, and his head throbbed either from the sudden contact with the ground or whatever weapon had been used on him earlier. What the heck was that thing?
He looked over at Dalton, who was still out cold. He was similarly bound.
MacGyver looked around. The people from earlier- SG-1, were gone. Without anything else to do, he started to formulate an escape plan.
The first thing he did was scoot over to the closest wall. From there, he made his way to the covered object from earlier that he had ripped a piece of cloth.
Eventually, he could yank the fabric away, revealing a metal stand holding five or six spear-like objects, each about four feet long with three prongs on one end. After a bit of positioning, he could kick the stand over and maneuver to the end of one of the sticks. The prongs were sharp on the point, and he carefully positioned his hands over them. With care, he began sawing away at the bonds.
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