Stargate SG-1: Fallen Revenge
Location: Cheyenne Mountain
Date: January 12 2002
Time: 0800 Hours
Jack O’Neill was a simple man. He fished in a pond with no fish; he enjoys an occasional barbeque and watches sports. But what had happened the past 5 days in the SGC was unbelievable even by Jack’s standards.
“General, have we found anything yet?”
“Jack were working as fast as we can but we still don’t know where she is.”, Explained Brigadier General Hammond.
“That’s why you put Daniel on the job, sir.”
“Jack, we are ALL working as fast as we can but you know as well as I do that these Goa’uld are sneaky even by our standards.”
“General, Sir, if we don’t find Carter soon there may not be anything left to find. For God’s sake Ba’al already took Teal’c!”
“Jack, let them do their jobs. I can assure you that if we find anything, when we find something, you’ll be the first to know.”
At the time, all that Jack knew was that the longer Carter was in Hathor’s hands… the less time she had left to live.
6 Days Earlier…
Location: Cheyenne Mountain
Date: January 6th, 2002
Time: 0700 Hours
“Sir! General O’Neill!” Major Samantha Carter shouted down the hallways of Cheyenne Mountain to get General Jack O’Neill’s attention.
“Ah, Major Carter. For what do I owe this honor?” Jack O’Neill exclaimed sarcastically.
“Well sir I wanted your opinion on something.”
“So I was just offered a job back at the Pentagon.”
“Ah with Senator Kinsey sounds like a blast.”
“Actually Sir I wanted your opinion on if I should go or not.”
“Well Carter… If you really want to go, then I think you should go. I don’t want to be the one thing holding you back.”
“Well then that settles it. I’m staying.” Major Carter said as she smiled briefly.
“Because of me Major?”
“Oh, no Sir because I really don’t want to go.”
“Oh well good Major. See you in the debriefing room at zero nine hundred hours.”
“Yes Sir, see you there.”
But what Jack didn’t know was that she really didn’t want to leave him, at all. So Major Carter shook off her feelings that she knew weren’t allowed to even exist and headed to Daniel’s lab. When she got there she found Daniel, as usual, sitting at his desk looking at yet another ancient Egyptian tablet or scroll or one of those. She still wasn’t sure which was which even with how smart she was.
“Oh hey Sam. Didn’t hear you come in.”
“Just walked in the door”
“Ok, wait is the debriefing now? Did I miss it again?”
“No Daniel your fine. Just wanted to stop by and see what you’re doing.”
“Oh well actually since you asked I was reading more deeply into this Goa’uld that we encountered a while back.”
Sam does a half snort half smile, “Which one?”
“Hathor. You know the one who wanted you dead because she thought you were going to ‘take her men’”
“Oh yes I do remember her, quite clearly. I’ve met a lot of them who want me dead. All of us actually.”
“So what’s so special about her that you’re reading?”
“Well actually after her little breath trick I was reading up more on Greek Mythology and Egyptian Mythology and came up with some interesting information.”
“Well Hathor was the former Queen of Ra and was Heru’ur’s mother but what we didn’t know was that she had left earth… after we ‘killed her’.”
“Wait, how do you know this?”
“Well it’s not like she has a blog that I can just conger up and see what she’s been up to lately but the Tok’ra have spies as you know and they heard about our encounter with her and gave us some information.”
“That she’s alive and is in hiding?”
“Not exactly. She is alive yes but not in hiding.”
“Then, where is she?”
“She’s with Ba’al. As his prisoner.”
“You’re serious aren’t you?”
“Dead serious Sam.”
“Well, this will be an interesting debriefing.”
“You’re telling me.”
Location: Cheyenne Mountain Debriefing Room
Date: January 6 2002
Time: 0900 Hours
Daniel Jackson was usually late to debriefings but for this one time he was 5 minutes early. The only other person in the room was Teal’c and Jack.
“Daniel, you’re early.”
“Um yeah Sam set an alarm for me this time,”
“Daniel Jackson have you prepared a report for us to read today?” Said Teal’c ever so formally.
“Oh yes actually.”
“Very important stuff I’m guessing. Saving the world once again kind of stuff?”
Daniel gives Jack a sarcastic look.
“Yes Jack, very important.”
As Daniel finished his sentence Samantha Carter walked into the room.
“Oh am I late?”
“No Major Carter you are indeed on time, as well as Daniel Jackson.”
“Oh, so the alarm worked I’m guessing?”
“Good. Now where’s General Hammond?”
“Right here Major. Shall we begin?”
“Indeed.” Said Teal’c.
After the debriefing had begun, in what Jack had felt like was forever, fifteen minutes later they had moved on to talking about Hathor.
“So like I was talking to Sam about Hathor and our Tok’ra allies have given us information that Hathor is indeed alive and in Ba’al’s hands.”
“You heard me Jack. Alive.”
After Daniel had finished explaining Hathor to the others General Hammond had released them and gone back to his office and after that everyone else’s day was… weird… even by SGC standards. Daniel went back to his lab and starting working on more Egyptian tablets, Teal’c went to his quarters and Kel’no’reemed for a while as Jack headed to his quarters to take a quick cat nap. Now Sam’s evening was probably the most unusual. After the debriefing along with everyone else Sam went her separate way, she headed back to her quarters. She’d had a killer headache all day and wanted to shake it off. Once she reached her room her first instinct was to check her surroundings. Military instinct, guess it comes with the job she thought to herself. She changed out of her BDU and headed to her bed. The first thing she noticed when she laid down was the comforting feeling of her white threaded sheets and her flower pastel comforter. She laid there for what felt like hours but was really minutes until she finally fell asleep. When Sam would dream it wasn’t that common, or at least good dreams weren’t that common considering her line of work. But the next thing she knew she was drifting into a dreamlike state, from what she could tell it looked like a Goa’uld mother ship, a Ha’tak. As if that was unusual the thought to herself. But there was something different about this one, it was smaller, narrower hallways, and the symbols on the walls were different than any Goa’uld she knew. First things first that military instinct kicked in and she checked her surroundings. In her “dream” she didn’t seem to have any weapons of any sort, not even a zat gun. Ok so maybe this is a little weird. If this dream was even close to being realistic then I would have a weapon, at least a knife. She heard a noise, at first it sounded like metal clinking together, and then she realized that it was Jaffa. She had to move and quick because with no weapons she was unable to defend herself. The Jaffa got closer and Sam still hadn’t found a place to hide, they were probably only 30 paces away. Sam ran down the hallway to find an opening but she had no luck, the Jaffa had already seen her and next thing she knew a zat gun was aimed and fired once. Darkness.
Next thing Sam knew she had a major headache. She looked around the room; she seemed to be in a cell in the Ha’tak she was in earlier. What the hell happened? Sam asked herself.
“You, Tau’ri Ai’emain!”
The Jaffa grabbed Sam by her arm and raised her up off the floor. Another Jaffa joined him in taking her towards the main chambers. Finally they had reached the main chambers and dropped Sam to the floor violently. All Sam knew was that it hurt, bad. If this is a dream how am I feeling any of this? What’s going on? As Sam was trying to make sense of this entire situation she noticed the Jaffa bowing. This meant one thing, a Goa’uld.
“Hello Samantha Carter. Did you miss me?”
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