AUTHOR'S NOTE: Rated M for some language and mature themes and some off-screen violence. My apologies to any German speakers if I got the language bits a teensy bit wrong. Google Translate is not always the best. On that note, some of the things expressed here are NOT my opinions, feelings or anything of the sort. My apologies if anyone is offended, but sometimes one needs to tell the rough stories, no?
DISCLAIMER: Stargate, Stargate SG-1, and its related characters and setting are not my property and I'm only borrowing them for a little while for some free entertainment. No infringement is intended.
Epilogue
The intensive medical examination and debriefing now completed, Godfrey stood motionless under the steaming shower. The water battering at his filthy skin was meditative for him. Cathartic. He wept. The results of the examination were less than satisfactory for a first mission, though it could be argued that it was almost par for the course for SG-1...even if that SG-1 had been an entirely different team altogether. There was a certain reputation to uphold, he supposed, and they'd made good on it.
Wally called out to him from the locker room that it was about time to go home. He thanked Wally and closed off the refreshing stream and grabbed a towel. If his second in command noticed the puffiness around his eyes, the man didn't say anything about it. After dressing in fresh clothes, the two men strode out of the locker room only to be met by their lady friends.
Finn and Keltit were largely fine, whatever contusions Ashley had sustained through their ordeal was being swiftly handled by Keltit. Monroe, on the other hand, was sporting a pair of crutches and a sweet hunter green cast on her left ankle. Myrrwnn's side was well bound and bandaged. She was wrapped in a sheet in a fashion not so unlike images of women on walls of ancient pyramids; her breasts were still bared. No one said anything about it. No infections so far as Dr. Lam could find, and for all the brutality of the German doctor, the wound was clean and precisely made. He shared a look with Ashley for a moment and the young woman nodded to him in understanding.
Together, they made their way to the commissary for a decent meal. Quarters were being arranged for Myrrwnn, who had agreed to stay with them for the time being. During the examination, Myrrwnn had been informed of tretonin but the proud Jaffa had put off starting the drug even though it would free her from dependence on the symbiote she carried in her abdominal pouch.
They ate quietly, weary and with little to say to anyone. They endured the awed stares and both Godfrey and Finn glared down a couple of young airmen who could not get long enough looks at Myrrwnn. The Jaffa just flicked her tail and laughed softly. Between the four humans, they were still trying to wrap their heads around the disclosure of the Stargate, and the fact that they were now celebrities. Their uniforms now sported a new patch, showing the national flag of the wearer. Godfrey found that rather silly. It was like Finn, Tenbaum and himself being made to wear their state flags on their uniforms. He mentally shrugged and continued to pick lazily at his meatloaf.
Finally Monroe spoke up and voiced what they were all thinking, "We're at war again, aren't we? World War Two, the sequel." She shoved peas around on her plate, watching them roll about with no concern for where they were going. One found itself suddenly mired in a gravy slide from Mt. Mashed Potato. The pea didn't really care.