Mission: Improbable, by Niamaea (PG)

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Rec Category: Team
Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, humor, Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson, Teal’c, Samantha Carter, Cameron Mitchell, Vala Mal Doran, futurefic
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: niamaea 
Author's Website: unknown
Link: Mission: Improbable

Why This Must Be Read: This fun, short ficlet was written for the Keep the Gate Open challenge from sg1_ever_after. It gets to the “happy ending” part through a slightly manic detour, but that more or less defines SG-1, doesn’t it?

When Ori warships appear in Earth’s skies, Jack finds himself unceremoniously transported onto a ship by SG-1 in a last-ditch effort to stop the attack. After rejecting Daniel’s plan – which starts with having someone kill him – they quickly cycle through Plans B, C, and D, none of which involve allowing Vala to fly one of the F-302s…

Written with humor and affection, this entertaining futurefic is a delightful tribute to teamy goodness at its best.

“We have no contact with Cheyenne, sir.”

“Crap,” Jack said, right before the transport beam engulfed him and his office dissolved in light.

The bridge was loud and crowded, bustling with activity and an underlying hint of precariously controlled chaos on teetering on the edge of complete dissolution. No one even glanced his way, but a few seconds later someone yanked his arm and Jack found himself being steered down the hallway and flanked by Daniel and Carter, who were going back and forth at light speed about something involving nanites and crystals with absolutely no mind paid to him whatsoever.

“So…there’s a plan?” he asked, after they had maneuvered him into a small storage room one level down, full of crates and weapons and Mitchell struggling to lean against the bulkheads without knocking anything over, and Vala sitting and swinging her legs on atop something marked ‘perishable’, and Teal’c with his back to the door and a staff weapon in his hand.

“Well, sir,” said Carter, handing him a duffle bag, “We have a few.”

There was a tac-vest inside, right on top, and the rest of a field kit beneath. His size. Daniel was kneeling and methodically going through the pockets of his own vest, discarding half of what he pulled out. He didn’t look up, said, “One is, somebody shoots me, I ascend, and try to take out something major before the Others intervene.”

“That’s a bad plan,” Jack said.

“Thank you,” said Mitchell, right as Vala said, “I knew I liked him,” and Carter said, “Told you."