Scion a Campers! Story
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1, or the SGC, or any of that stuff. I don't even own Thor or the Asgard. However, I do own Shawn and any of the other characters I've made up, so if you want to use them, ask! (Although, again, I can't see why anyone would)
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The Gate activated, and the iris closed automatically.
"Unscheduled off world activation! Repeat, unscheduled off world activation!"
Hammond turned at the noise and looked through the bulletproof glass of the SGC main Command center and watched as his security teams reacted to the alert professionally and quickly. They took up positions all around the Gate, weapons ready, and hands steady.
Then he looked down at the Sergeant that was manning the computer.
"Receiving SG-1's transmitter code, Sir."
"SG-1 isn't off world, Sergeant."
Hammond looked over the younger man's shoulder and saw that he was right; the computer was saying that SG-1 was going to come through the Gate at any moment. The problem with that was that SG-1 had just walked into the room behind him. Well, half of SG-1 had, anyways. Carter and Dr. Jackson were there. Teal'c and Jack O'Neill had gone to shower. SG-1 had returned from a mission less than an hour before. Fraiser had just cleared them to leave the infirmary, and they hadn't even debriefed yet.
"What's up?" Daniel asked as he walked over, his eyes on the Gate, was glowing brightly behind the tightly closed iris.
"Apparently, SG-1 is coming through the Gate." Hammond said, turning to Carter as though expecting an explanation.
Carter hated it when people did that. Just because she was the resident computer genius didn't mean she could answer the questions just off the top of her head like everyone seemed to expect her to. She had no idea why the computer was saying it was SG-1.
"I don't know what to say, Sir," She said, looking over the Sergeant's shoulder and pushing a key on the keyboard. "It's SG-1's code."
"How can that be?"
"Um... you're going to have to decide whether to open the iris or not, General," Daniel said. "Whoever they are, they're probably going to be coming soon."
"It could be the Tok'ra, or someone else, just using our code, I suppose," Carter said. Of course, they had their own codes, so that would be dumb, but it was all she could think of in such a short time.
"And it could be the Goa'uld," Daniel said.
"How would they get our code?"
"How would the Tok'ra?" He asked. "I didn't give it to them. Did you?"
"Enough." Hammond didn't have time for this. He leaned forward, and made a quick decision. Better to fight an enemy you've let in than to kill a friend. "Security teams, look alive. Open the iris, Sergeant."
The metal shield that stood as the first line of defense opened immediately, and the armed security teams braced for the worst as they saw the protection go. There was a flare – one that they didn't normally see when the gate was opened, although a few of them might have remembered seeing such a thing once before if they'd been thinking about it just then. Of course, none of them were. They were all thinking the worst was going to come, which was how they were trained to think.
It happened so fast that if it had been an attack it still might have taken them by surprise. A lone figure came hurtling through the Gate, crashing to the ramp and tumbling down it with a force that made everyone wince including those in the Command center. Every weapon in the place was trained on him, but he struggled to get to his feet only once, and then lay still in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the ramp. The gate disengaged. Whatever the threat was, it was only going to come from this lone individual.
Hammond, Carter and Daniel came through the door a moment later, and Hammond led them over to the fallen form, trusting his security teams to back him up if it was a trick. From the pool of blood forming under the figure, though, it wasn't a very good one. Carter knelt down next to him, running her hand carefully along his lower back, and then up his body to his head, and shook her head and looked up at Hammond.
"I don't feel anything, Sir. I think he's clean."
She looked down at the figure again, just as the door whooshed open and Jack O'Neill came in, his hair drenched, ad quite obviously just out of the shower. He took in the scene instantly, and walked over, followed by Teal'c.
"Who's this?"
"Medical team to the embarkation room!" Hammond called, knowing the order would be passed. Whoever he was, he was bleeding all over their floor.
The figure was dressed in military BDUs, and they were identical to the ones Carter was still wearing. He was lying on his stomach, so they couldn't really get a good look at him, but Carter saw that his shoulder was sporting an SG-1 mission patch, and he was impossibly young to be wearing the silver oak leaves that proclaimed him to be a Lieutenant Colonel. She ran her hand along his neck carefully, finding the dog tag chain she was looking for as well as another necklace. She pulled them both off, gently and stepped back as Fraiser and a team of medics came storming through the door and took in the situation.
Carter looked down at her hand. She was holding one set of dog tags and a necklace that was made out of leather strips all braided together, with an odd looking arrowhead hanging from the very center.
"Oh, my..." it wasn't the same, but it was eerily familiar to the one that Jack wore almost constantly.
She handed the necklace to Daniel, who'd be able to tell for certain that it wasn't, then looked at the dog tags.
"Who is he, Major?" Asked Hammond, a little impatiently.
Her eyes grew wide, and her face pale as she read the information.
"According to this, he's Lieutenant Colonel Shawn Lincoln Adams, Sir."
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Author's Note: I had to rewrite this a little; because Verse12 caught a pretty big error that I just couldn't pretend wasn't there. (Thanks, by the way!) This story is probably sometime in season 4, so what the SGC people know, it's only stuff they know up until then... just for clarification.
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1, or the SGC, or any of that stuff. I don't even own Thor or the Asgard. However, I do own Shawn and any of the other characters I've made up, so if you want to use them, ask! (Although, again, I can't see why anyone would)
~*~
The Gate activated, and the iris closed automatically.
"Unscheduled off world activation! Repeat, unscheduled off world activation!"
Hammond turned at the noise and looked through the bulletproof glass of the SGC main Command center and watched as his security teams reacted to the alert professionally and quickly. They took up positions all around the Gate, weapons ready, and hands steady.
Then he looked down at the Sergeant that was manning the computer.
"Receiving SG-1's transmitter code, Sir."
"SG-1 isn't off world, Sergeant."
Hammond looked over the younger man's shoulder and saw that he was right; the computer was saying that SG-1 was going to come through the Gate at any moment. The problem with that was that SG-1 had just walked into the room behind him. Well, half of SG-1 had, anyways. Carter and Dr. Jackson were there. Teal'c and Jack O'Neill had gone to shower. SG-1 had returned from a mission less than an hour before. Fraiser had just cleared them to leave the infirmary, and they hadn't even debriefed yet.
"What's up?" Daniel asked as he walked over, his eyes on the Gate, was glowing brightly behind the tightly closed iris.
"Apparently, SG-1 is coming through the Gate." Hammond said, turning to Carter as though expecting an explanation.
Carter hated it when people did that. Just because she was the resident computer genius didn't mean she could answer the questions just off the top of her head like everyone seemed to expect her to. She had no idea why the computer was saying it was SG-1.
"I don't know what to say, Sir," She said, looking over the Sergeant's shoulder and pushing a key on the keyboard. "It's SG-1's code."
"How can that be?"
"Um... you're going to have to decide whether to open the iris or not, General," Daniel said. "Whoever they are, they're probably going to be coming soon."
"It could be the Tok'ra, or someone else, just using our code, I suppose," Carter said. Of course, they had their own codes, so that would be dumb, but it was all she could think of in such a short time.
"And it could be the Goa'uld," Daniel said.
"How would they get our code?"
"How would the Tok'ra?" He asked. "I didn't give it to them. Did you?"
"Enough." Hammond didn't have time for this. He leaned forward, and made a quick decision. Better to fight an enemy you've let in than to kill a friend. "Security teams, look alive. Open the iris, Sergeant."
The metal shield that stood as the first line of defense opened immediately, and the armed security teams braced for the worst as they saw the protection go. There was a flare – one that they didn't normally see when the gate was opened, although a few of them might have remembered seeing such a thing once before if they'd been thinking about it just then. Of course, none of them were. They were all thinking the worst was going to come, which was how they were trained to think.
It happened so fast that if it had been an attack it still might have taken them by surprise. A lone figure came hurtling through the Gate, crashing to the ramp and tumbling down it with a force that made everyone wince including those in the Command center. Every weapon in the place was trained on him, but he struggled to get to his feet only once, and then lay still in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the ramp. The gate disengaged. Whatever the threat was, it was only going to come from this lone individual.
Hammond, Carter and Daniel came through the door a moment later, and Hammond led them over to the fallen form, trusting his security teams to back him up if it was a trick. From the pool of blood forming under the figure, though, it wasn't a very good one. Carter knelt down next to him, running her hand carefully along his lower back, and then up his body to his head, and shook her head and looked up at Hammond.
"I don't feel anything, Sir. I think he's clean."
She looked down at the figure again, just as the door whooshed open and Jack O'Neill came in, his hair drenched, ad quite obviously just out of the shower. He took in the scene instantly, and walked over, followed by Teal'c.
"Who's this?"
"Medical team to the embarkation room!" Hammond called, knowing the order would be passed. Whoever he was, he was bleeding all over their floor.
The figure was dressed in military BDUs, and they were identical to the ones Carter was still wearing. He was lying on his stomach, so they couldn't really get a good look at him, but Carter saw that his shoulder was sporting an SG-1 mission patch, and he was impossibly young to be wearing the silver oak leaves that proclaimed him to be a Lieutenant Colonel. She ran her hand along his neck carefully, finding the dog tag chain she was looking for as well as another necklace. She pulled them both off, gently and stepped back as Fraiser and a team of medics came storming through the door and took in the situation.
Carter looked down at her hand. She was holding one set of dog tags and a necklace that was made out of leather strips all braided together, with an odd looking arrowhead hanging from the very center.
"Oh, my..." it wasn't the same, but it was eerily familiar to the one that Jack wore almost constantly.
She handed the necklace to Daniel, who'd be able to tell for certain that it wasn't, then looked at the dog tags.
"Who is he, Major?" Asked Hammond, a little impatiently.
Her eyes grew wide, and her face pale as she read the information.
"According to this, he's Lieutenant Colonel Shawn Lincoln Adams, Sir."
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Author's Note: I had to rewrite this a little; because Verse12 caught a pretty big error that I just couldn't pretend wasn't there. (Thanks, by the way!) This story is probably sometime in season 4, so what the SGC people know, it's only stuff they know up until then... just for clarification.