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aurora_novarumMy latest attempt at five things turned into five very distinct ficlets, so they get titles and everything. Most are classic team, but a Season 10 era snuck in there as well. :-)
PG rated, mostly Gen. Very teamy. :-)
The theme was: "Five times SG1 narrowly escape without even knowing it"
Goa'uld Dismay
"My Lord! Good news!"
The Goa'uld's eyes flashed. "You've found the Shol'va?"
"No, my Lord, but we've discovered the sabotage the Tau'ri left behind, and found there was a malfunction in their timing device. We've brought it to you."
Their master studied the inside, nodding. "Yes, the Tau'ri female is not as intelligent as reported. She obviously mistook this for being the trigger..."
"Sire, they've just reached the Chappa'ai. We are moments from capturing..."
Suddenly the Goa'uld shoved the device back into his First Prime's hands and scrambled for the ring platform. "The fool! She connected it to the sukkortra! It could've detonated in her hands! Get it away! Get it--"
***
Daniel looked back as the SGC iris sealed behind them. "Did you hear something just now?"
Teal'c looked to Major Carter. "The sabotage?"
Sam looked at her watch. "That trigger should've given us fifteen more minutes on the timer."
"And another mission accomplished." Jack slapped his hands together. "Anyone for lunch?"
But for a Moment...
2. Bill Lee hesitated as he hooked up the last few cables. "What are the chances that this will cause problems in another, alternate universe, Dr. Carter?"
The head of SGA research and "You mean considering how many potential universes are out there, and the possibility of those that are inhabited with life and then those that are inhabited with intelligent life right at the point we are directed the event?"
"All right, all right. I know we've run through the permutations, but still..." He just shook his head. "All right, we're good to go."
"Great." Sam's hand hovered over the button to engage the device, but paused for several seconds. She had the oddest feeling. What if this moment the factoring was centered on a universe just like hers? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Bill's paranoia was getting to her. She pressed the button.
***
Cam paused next to Sam outside the lab on floor 19. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah," She shook her head. "I just had the strangest feeling."
"As if millions of voices cried out and were suddenly silenced?"
Cam groaned. "Okay, no more Star Wars for you. It's getting old."
"You have to admit his Yoda impression helped when were trying to confuse that smuggler," Vala smiled as she continued to inventory the box of goodies they had retrieved from said smuggler--not counting the minor trinkets she'd stashed in her tac vest.
Daniel eyed Vala suspiciously before turning to Sam. "You sure you're all right?"
Sam glanced back at the empty lab room before smiling reassuringly and following the rest of the team. "Yeah, fine."
Just a Routine Day
3.
"Status, Sergeant?!"
Walter Harriman avoided looking back at General Hammond. He could feel enough of the General's ire and concern without looking directly into those steely ice-blue eyes. He concentrated on continuing to flip the currently useless switches in front of him. "Sir, the communications is still locked on green mode. Absent a complete systems reset, we can't bypass or send any verbal messages to offworld teams."
"And let them know the salient fact that the iris is sealed shut."
Harriman gulped. "That is correct, sir."
Harriman felt the air from the General's helpless sigh behind him. He turned to face his commanding officer, but General Hammond was already gone–down the steps into the embarkation room itself where a team of technicians were working on the trinium iris.
"Any progress?"
Siler turned off his acetylene torch and lifted his visor shield. He didn't dare counsel the General on how dangerous it was for the commander to be here without safety gear. "It's loosening, but a system reset will just relock the iris entirely. I think in a few more minutes we'll be able to manually disengage the iris. But once we do that, we can't reengage it for an hour."
The General's eyes widened and he waved a hand back to the control room to stop Harriman from resetting the system. "We've got eight teams offworld, some in potentially hostile settings, And if we leave the iris disengaged, a large vulnerability."
Siler nodded. They both stared at the locked metal seal. Their eyes widened as the chevrons surrounding it burst into life.
"Incoming wormhole!" Harriman announced over the intercom.
Siler paused, waiting for the General's orders. He wouldn't want to be in the man's shoes. One order could sentence some of their colleagues to ignominious death, the other could leave the planet vulnerable. He could see the General calculating the odds in less than a second. He nodded to Siler.
"Do it." Turning back to the Control Room, Hammond called out "Security teams to the Gate Room."
Siler dropped his torch into an airman's hand and moved to the manual override. The iris made a wrenching sound.
Harriman's voice called down. "Confirmation of SG-1's signal! I still cannot make outgoing transmission."
Siler worked on the controls, giving more torque. Nothing more he could do on this end as the security team entered the already crowded area. He watched as a fellow sergeant from the swing shift pulled one of the tips with a needlenose pliers. Another one used a wrench on the ring itself. Siler pulled the switch again as technicians scrambled away from the Stargate.
With an earsplitting shriek, the iris retracted. As it completely disappeared, SG-1 came through the ramp at a nonchalant gait. All of them stopped short at the sight before them. Ladders, cables and equipment everywhere. People still pale with shock or flushed from the final exertions of repairs, and the confused MPs surrounding.
O'Neill took off his sunglasses and raised his eyebrows, his eyes seeking Hammond's. "Did we miss the memo?"
Hammond seemed to be trying to regain his breath. He must've been holding it while Siler's team did their work. "Just...routine. Welcome home, SG-1."
4. SG-1 slunk through the darkened corridors of the ha'tak. It appeared abandoned–totally and completely. Not only were there no Jaffa to fight; they couldn't even find a spare crystal for Sam to study as a power source.
"Well, it looks like that intelligence was worth bupkis." Jack took off his cap and slapped it against his thigh to get rid of the dust settled there before placing it back on his head.
"Indeed," Teal'c replied, looking around in disappointment.
"I'm not blaming Bra'tac, T. It's just some days you have deathly peril, other days you have boring dark wreckage."
Sam and Daniel entered from the other doorway. She said, "At least this ha'tak was landed on the planet with a breathable atmosphere. If this had been in space, we'd have been short on breathable air from the getgo."
"You mean leaving sooner? I don't see a downside." He nodded expectantly.
"Anything outside?"
Daniel shook his head as headed up to the DHD. "No signs of civilization. Just purple sand."
"Purple?"
Daniel wrinkled his nose. "And smelly. I did get a sample in case there's something in the minerals of use for the biochem unit, but otherwise...it is not a place for a stroll."
Sam shook her head and made a face in agreement.
"All right then, let's sally forth, tally ho and all that jazz."
Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
***
"I was certain Bra'tac was the shol'va who worked with Teal'c." Apophis paced his royal chambers on Chulak. "But nothing has happened!"
"Perhaps you were wrong, my love," Amaunet picked a fruit from the bowl nearby and cut it with a talon from her bracelet, offering one half to Apophis. "Bra'tac has been your First Prime since before I was reborn as primta."
"True," Apophis paused before biting. "But all of our information."
"You are speaking to me, love. Not our sheep followers. We knew this was a guess."
Apophis nodded as he bit into the fruit. "Could they have discovered it was a ruse?"
Amaunet shook her head. "You made certain only you or I would monitor the trap, to make certain Bra'tac never learned of the deception."
Apophis brushed a bit of juice from her cheek leaning down to her. "Yes, that part was foolproof, my queen."
Amaunet's hand paused for a moment as it brushed down Apophis's arm. She recalled a moment where she thought she had seen the alert the Stargate was active. Had she really brushed the shutdown for the trap? That was impossible. Her host was not that powerful.
A Narrow Escape
"General, my team's been going non-stop for six weeks on either offworld missions or in the labs. We don't need more R&D, we need some R&R." Jack's hand twitched automatically, but he took control of the impulse to touch one of the items on General Hammond's desk. He didn't think his unconscious fidgeting would help in getting a favor from the General.
"I know it's hard, Colonel, but with the new push from the Pentagon to some some results, we've all had to be working extra hours, and as you know SG-1's unique skills are in high demand."
"And our effectiveness is starting to suffer. It's not just the hours. Daniel and Carter are getting interested in the side projects, and you know how they give their all in things."
"I know. And I recognize SG-1 is a field team as well."
Jack decided to play his trump card. "Besides, General, Teal'c is starting to give the look."
"You mean the one where..."
"No, the other one."
"Oh." Hammond tapped his pen against his desk. And people complained Jack fidgeted. Finally, the General nodded and opened the team roster file.
"I need you for the second meeting with the Elekotin." Jack nodded in agreement. "And the Pentagon meeting. But this scientific mission to M39-B9X can be given to SG-6. That should free up some time in the schedule, including prep work, that I can finally give SG-1 some time off base."
Jack was really hoping to skip out on the Pentagon meeting, but knew it was too much to ask. He felt slightly bad for Daniel and Carter, since he knew they had been looking forward to the M39 mission. He suspected that was the only reason Hammond had put it on their overloaded schedule, but enough was enough. "I'll tell the team. Thank you, General."
Hammond nodded his dismissal.
***
Felger sighed as he started packing his boxes backup. This had been the chance he'd been waiting for–to finally work with SG-1. He'd had their missions collated, hoping to get them autographed by the flagship team. He'd baked a cake with all their names. He hoped they didn't mind crumbs on the frosting. He'd heard Colonel O'Neill liked cake. He'd even set up a diorama in his apartment prepping for how he suspected the team assignments would go out for their offworld portion of the mission while he studied the data being sent back. It would've been like they were working arm in arm, hand in hand...
Now he was stuck with SG-6. They were fine, but it just wasn't the same.
PG rated, mostly Gen. Very teamy. :-)
The theme was: "Five times SG1 narrowly escape without even knowing it"
Goa'uld Dismay
"My Lord! Good news!"
The Goa'uld's eyes flashed. "You've found the Shol'va?"
"No, my Lord, but we've discovered the sabotage the Tau'ri left behind, and found there was a malfunction in their timing device. We've brought it to you."
Their master studied the inside, nodding. "Yes, the Tau'ri female is not as intelligent as reported. She obviously mistook this for being the trigger..."
"Sire, they've just reached the Chappa'ai. We are moments from capturing..."
Suddenly the Goa'uld shoved the device back into his First Prime's hands and scrambled for the ring platform. "The fool! She connected it to the sukkortra! It could've detonated in her hands! Get it away! Get it--"
***
Daniel looked back as the SGC iris sealed behind them. "Did you hear something just now?"
Teal'c looked to Major Carter. "The sabotage?"
Sam looked at her watch. "That trigger should've given us fifteen more minutes on the timer."
"And another mission accomplished." Jack slapped his hands together. "Anyone for lunch?"
But for a Moment...
2. Bill Lee hesitated as he hooked up the last few cables. "What are the chances that this will cause problems in another, alternate universe, Dr. Carter?"
The head of SGA research and "You mean considering how many potential universes are out there, and the possibility of those that are inhabited with life and then those that are inhabited with intelligent life right at the point we are directed the event?"
"All right, all right. I know we've run through the permutations, but still..." He just shook his head. "All right, we're good to go."
"Great." Sam's hand hovered over the button to engage the device, but paused for several seconds. She had the oddest feeling. What if this moment the factoring was centered on a universe just like hers? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Bill's paranoia was getting to her. She pressed the button.
***
Cam paused next to Sam outside the lab on floor 19. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah," She shook her head. "I just had the strangest feeling."
"As if millions of voices cried out and were suddenly silenced?"
Cam groaned. "Okay, no more Star Wars for you. It's getting old."
"You have to admit his Yoda impression helped when were trying to confuse that smuggler," Vala smiled as she continued to inventory the box of goodies they had retrieved from said smuggler--not counting the minor trinkets she'd stashed in her tac vest.
Daniel eyed Vala suspiciously before turning to Sam. "You sure you're all right?"
Sam glanced back at the empty lab room before smiling reassuringly and following the rest of the team. "Yeah, fine."
Just a Routine Day
3.
"Status, Sergeant?!"
Walter Harriman avoided looking back at General Hammond. He could feel enough of the General's ire and concern without looking directly into those steely ice-blue eyes. He concentrated on continuing to flip the currently useless switches in front of him. "Sir, the communications is still locked on green mode. Absent a complete systems reset, we can't bypass or send any verbal messages to offworld teams."
"And let them know the salient fact that the iris is sealed shut."
Harriman gulped. "That is correct, sir."
Harriman felt the air from the General's helpless sigh behind him. He turned to face his commanding officer, but General Hammond was already gone–down the steps into the embarkation room itself where a team of technicians were working on the trinium iris.
"Any progress?"
Siler turned off his acetylene torch and lifted his visor shield. He didn't dare counsel the General on how dangerous it was for the commander to be here without safety gear. "It's loosening, but a system reset will just relock the iris entirely. I think in a few more minutes we'll be able to manually disengage the iris. But once we do that, we can't reengage it for an hour."
The General's eyes widened and he waved a hand back to the control room to stop Harriman from resetting the system. "We've got eight teams offworld, some in potentially hostile settings, And if we leave the iris disengaged, a large vulnerability."
Siler nodded. They both stared at the locked metal seal. Their eyes widened as the chevrons surrounding it burst into life.
"Incoming wormhole!" Harriman announced over the intercom.
Siler paused, waiting for the General's orders. He wouldn't want to be in the man's shoes. One order could sentence some of their colleagues to ignominious death, the other could leave the planet vulnerable. He could see the General calculating the odds in less than a second. He nodded to Siler.
"Do it." Turning back to the Control Room, Hammond called out "Security teams to the Gate Room."
Siler dropped his torch into an airman's hand and moved to the manual override. The iris made a wrenching sound.
Harriman's voice called down. "Confirmation of SG-1's signal! I still cannot make outgoing transmission."
Siler worked on the controls, giving more torque. Nothing more he could do on this end as the security team entered the already crowded area. He watched as a fellow sergeant from the swing shift pulled one of the tips with a needlenose pliers. Another one used a wrench on the ring itself. Siler pulled the switch again as technicians scrambled away from the Stargate.
With an earsplitting shriek, the iris retracted. As it completely disappeared, SG-1 came through the ramp at a nonchalant gait. All of them stopped short at the sight before them. Ladders, cables and equipment everywhere. People still pale with shock or flushed from the final exertions of repairs, and the confused MPs surrounding.
O'Neill took off his sunglasses and raised his eyebrows, his eyes seeking Hammond's. "Did we miss the memo?"
Hammond seemed to be trying to regain his breath. He must've been holding it while Siler's team did their work. "Just...routine. Welcome home, SG-1."
4. SG-1 slunk through the darkened corridors of the ha'tak. It appeared abandoned–totally and completely. Not only were there no Jaffa to fight; they couldn't even find a spare crystal for Sam to study as a power source.
"Well, it looks like that intelligence was worth bupkis." Jack took off his cap and slapped it against his thigh to get rid of the dust settled there before placing it back on his head.
"Indeed," Teal'c replied, looking around in disappointment.
"I'm not blaming Bra'tac, T. It's just some days you have deathly peril, other days you have boring dark wreckage."
Sam and Daniel entered from the other doorway. She said, "At least this ha'tak was landed on the planet with a breathable atmosphere. If this had been in space, we'd have been short on breathable air from the getgo."
"You mean leaving sooner? I don't see a downside." He nodded expectantly.
"Anything outside?"
Daniel shook his head as headed up to the DHD. "No signs of civilization. Just purple sand."
"Purple?"
Daniel wrinkled his nose. "And smelly. I did get a sample in case there's something in the minerals of use for the biochem unit, but otherwise...it is not a place for a stroll."
Sam shook her head and made a face in agreement.
"All right then, let's sally forth, tally ho and all that jazz."
Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
***
"I was certain Bra'tac was the shol'va who worked with Teal'c." Apophis paced his royal chambers on Chulak. "But nothing has happened!"
"Perhaps you were wrong, my love," Amaunet picked a fruit from the bowl nearby and cut it with a talon from her bracelet, offering one half to Apophis. "Bra'tac has been your First Prime since before I was reborn as primta."
"True," Apophis paused before biting. "But all of our information."
"You are speaking to me, love. Not our sheep followers. We knew this was a guess."
Apophis nodded as he bit into the fruit. "Could they have discovered it was a ruse?"
Amaunet shook her head. "You made certain only you or I would monitor the trap, to make certain Bra'tac never learned of the deception."
Apophis brushed a bit of juice from her cheek leaning down to her. "Yes, that part was foolproof, my queen."
Amaunet's hand paused for a moment as it brushed down Apophis's arm. She recalled a moment where she thought she had seen the alert the Stargate was active. Had she really brushed the shutdown for the trap? That was impossible. Her host was not that powerful.
A Narrow Escape
"General, my team's been going non-stop for six weeks on either offworld missions or in the labs. We don't need more R&D, we need some R&R." Jack's hand twitched automatically, but he took control of the impulse to touch one of the items on General Hammond's desk. He didn't think his unconscious fidgeting would help in getting a favor from the General.
"I know it's hard, Colonel, but with the new push from the Pentagon to some some results, we've all had to be working extra hours, and as you know SG-1's unique skills are in high demand."
"And our effectiveness is starting to suffer. It's not just the hours. Daniel and Carter are getting interested in the side projects, and you know how they give their all in things."
"I know. And I recognize SG-1 is a field team as well."
Jack decided to play his trump card. "Besides, General, Teal'c is starting to give the look."
"You mean the one where..."
"No, the other one."
"Oh." Hammond tapped his pen against his desk. And people complained Jack fidgeted. Finally, the General nodded and opened the team roster file.
"I need you for the second meeting with the Elekotin." Jack nodded in agreement. "And the Pentagon meeting. But this scientific mission to M39-B9X can be given to SG-6. That should free up some time in the schedule, including prep work, that I can finally give SG-1 some time off base."
Jack was really hoping to skip out on the Pentagon meeting, but knew it was too much to ask. He felt slightly bad for Daniel and Carter, since he knew they had been looking forward to the M39 mission. He suspected that was the only reason Hammond had put it on their overloaded schedule, but enough was enough. "I'll tell the team. Thank you, General."
Hammond nodded his dismissal.
***
Felger sighed as he started packing his boxes backup. This had been the chance he'd been waiting for–to finally work with SG-1. He'd had their missions collated, hoping to get them autographed by the flagship team. He'd baked a cake with all their names. He hoped they didn't mind crumbs on the frosting. He'd heard Colonel O'Neill liked cake. He'd even set up a diorama in his apartment prepping for how he suspected the team assignments would go out for their offworld portion of the mission while he studied the data being sent back. It would've been like they were working arm in arm, hand in hand...
Now he was stuck with SG-6. They were fine, but it just wasn't the same.
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