Worth It, by Calantha2001 (PG-13)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Team
Categories:Jack, Sam, Teal'c, Daniel, Janet, General Hammond, drama, hurt/comfort, friendship
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:calantha2001
Author's Website:![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
calantha2001
Link: Worth It
Why This Must Be Read: Competent, resourceful teamy goodness during an off-world crisis, complete with courage and out-of-the-box thinking and hurt/comfort! Read all about it!
...No, really. Go read. :)
Harriman checked the clipboard on the desk. “SG units one, five, eleven, and sixteen. No one is due to return or check in for at least four hours.” The sender cleared the code and started again. “They’re repeating each of the numbers, sir,” Harriman said. “We don’t have any codes like this.”
Hammond grabbed the PA microphone. “Defense teams to the gateroom,” he said. “This is not a drill! I repeat, defense teams to the gateroom. Medical team, standing by.”
“It’s like they’re stuttering,” Harriman said, watching the numbers pop up on the IDC screen again in repeated pairs or triplets.
Below them, SFs poured into the gateroom and took up defensive positions. The numbers cleared and began again, a third try. This time there was one number, a pause, another number, pause. “Maybe they’re under duress?” Harriman suggested.
“Or shaking.” Hammond tried not to let various scenarios, each worse than the last, play out in his head.
The last digit finally appeared, and the computer showed a positive match. “It’s SG-1’s code, sir.”
“Open the iris,” Hammond said over his shoulder, already hustling down to the gateroom.
Harriman opened the iris and sent the all-clear signal.
As Hammond entered the gateroom, Captain Carter stepped through the gate, yelling “Medic!” before she had even cleared the event horizon. A step behind her were Teal’c and Daniel Jackson, supporting Colonel O’Neill between them. All four were as wet as if the illusion of standing water in the ring was actual water. Droplets fell off them, pinged on the metal ramp, and splashed onto the concrete floor below.
“Hi,” Carter said, visibly trembling. “Hypo-“ she took a breath, “th-thermia.”
“Stand down,” Hammond ordered the SFs, who immediately relaxed their stance. He gestured to Harriman in the control room, who got on the PA and ordered the med team in.
Categories:Jack, Sam, Teal'c, Daniel, Janet, General Hammond, drama, hurt/comfort, friendship
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:
calantha2001Author's Website:
Link: Worth It
Why This Must Be Read: Competent, resourceful teamy goodness during an off-world crisis, complete with courage and out-of-the-box thinking and hurt/comfort! Read all about it!
...No, really. Go read. :)
Harriman checked the clipboard on the desk. “SG units one, five, eleven, and sixteen. No one is due to return or check in for at least four hours.” The sender cleared the code and started again. “They’re repeating each of the numbers, sir,” Harriman said. “We don’t have any codes like this.”
Hammond grabbed the PA microphone. “Defense teams to the gateroom,” he said. “This is not a drill! I repeat, defense teams to the gateroom. Medical team, standing by.”
“It’s like they’re stuttering,” Harriman said, watching the numbers pop up on the IDC screen again in repeated pairs or triplets.
Below them, SFs poured into the gateroom and took up defensive positions. The numbers cleared and began again, a third try. This time there was one number, a pause, another number, pause. “Maybe they’re under duress?” Harriman suggested.
“Or shaking.” Hammond tried not to let various scenarios, each worse than the last, play out in his head.
The last digit finally appeared, and the computer showed a positive match. “It’s SG-1’s code, sir.”
“Open the iris,” Hammond said over his shoulder, already hustling down to the gateroom.
Harriman opened the iris and sent the all-clear signal.
As Hammond entered the gateroom, Captain Carter stepped through the gate, yelling “Medic!” before she had even cleared the event horizon. A step behind her were Teal’c and Daniel Jackson, supporting Colonel O’Neill between them. All four were as wet as if the illusion of standing water in the ring was actual water. Droplets fell off them, pinged on the metal ramp, and splashed onto the concrete floor below.
“Hi,” Carter said, visibly trembling. “Hypo-“ she took a breath, “th-thermia.”
“Stand down,” Hammond ordered the SFs, who immediately relaxed their stance. He gestured to Harriman in the control room, who got on the PA and ordered the med team in.
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Date: 2020-11-26 04:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-26 09:51 am (UTC)