I am fairly new to Stargate, and as I watched along I started to wonder about the other teams. I started to kick around ideas, then I came across ami_ven's SG-22 (very fun!), and when I hit chapter 56 I knew that would be a great backstory for my new team. ami_ven was gracious enough to let me use SG-22, the backstory of chapter 56, and her initial version of SG-19 to start off this little series - thank you!

This is mostly going to be a series of one-shots, so it will start out (after chapter 3) marked complete because there's not really going to be an overarching plot, other than the ongoing adventures of SG-19. However, I will be updating with new one-shots (some may be two or three shots) as the inspiration strikes. Hope you enjoy!

He shouldn't have been so surprised that his team left him, especially with the example of P4X-1127 and SG-22 recently behind them. SG-19, and Lieutenant Forest in particular, had never been known to pass up a chance at survival, no matter what the mission or objective. Of course, on P4X-1127 he had been right alongside the rest of his team, ready to ditch SG-22 in the bowels of the naquadah mine not once but twice. Orders were orders, and his came from Lieutenant Forest, not Captain Gryffydd. A man learned quick how to thrive under the lieutenant's particular brand of leadership, and showing a preference for the orders of any other commander was not it. Anyway, he was as ready as the next guy to leave that hellhole behind.

This time, though …

This time, he had been staring at a captive child across a crowded clearing who looked so much like his little sister that her bruises made him want to puke, and even though Lieutenant Forest hissed that there were too many - that SG-19 would go back and tell the child's people that they had been too late - Corporal Clayton O'Roarke couldn't go. He had left Carrie years ago, along with a stepfather who hated him and a mother who barely knew he existed, but he couldn't leave this girl here now to be sacrificed to the local Goa'uld pseudo-deity. He was the least experienced member of the team, but he'd still seen too much for that.

Forest had left him with saliva-flecked threats and a blossoming black eye, and hadn't looked back. Valdez and Duquesne had followed hard on his heels, and Clay bent his attention to picking his stealthy way around the village perimeter. His heart was pounding, but adrenaline was already turning the fear into a heady buzz of focus and energy. A shout and the discharge of some energy weapon sent him nearly out of his skin, but he wasn't the one the warriors had sighted. Taking advantage of their rush after the fleeing members of SG-19, Clay sucked in a breath and plunged straight through the chaotic village center.

He didn't remember much of the next few minutes - certainly none of it was more than a blur of color and sound when he went to debrief - but somehow he found himself running full out toward the Stargate with his arms full of shaking child. The ground was uneven and littered with shifting rocks and sand, but her vice-like grip gave him enough confidence to keep up the pace long past exhaustion. He had passed the body of Danny Valdez along the way, face blistered and eyes staring, but Forest and Duquesne were already in the gate village when he literally stumbled into one of the native guards, interrupting their tale to the commander of SG-12 about an attack and the death of not only the kidnapped girl but two of their own.

Clay's appearance with the child had, understandably, caused a stir.

To give him credit, Forest was quick with a spin on this new development, and Clay had every intention of confirming whatever it was his lieutenant came up with. The man was (hopefully) still his superior officer, and things were going to be rough enough after his insubordination back at the other village. If he laid low for a while, so to speak, hopefully Forest would eventually forget about it. Things might not be great with SG-19, but he had worked hard to get accepted into the SG program, and then again to be assigned to an off-world team instead of just holding a gun and hoping for the best when a potentially hostile force tried to come through the Stargate. He didn't want to be reassigned out. Valdez was dead, anyway, so they were already going to have to replace someone. Forest probably wouldn't want to break in two newbies at once.

He had forgotten the natives' touch telepathy.

They were human, but some mineral in the rocks on P3X-2997 gave the inhabitants a type of memory-exchanging touch telepathy. Duquesne understood it better, but then that was the man's job. Clay was just an extra gun. Either way, he wasn't thinking about it at all when he passed his passenger off to the couple who rushed him the second he appeared, sobbing and offering jumbled exclamations of relief and thanks. He barely noticed the mother pressing her forehead to the girl's, more interested in following the lieutenant's words so he could repeat them back if needed. And there was enough happening all around that it was perfectly natural to dismiss the sudden raised voices behind him as a part of the general uproar.

There was no missing it, though, when the woman marched past Clay, Duquesne, and the members of SG-12 to Forest, pointed one long finger into the lieutenant's startled face, and declared, "This one lies."

Things went downhill pretty fast after that.