Part 91
Soft grunts and words of muttered
incoherence filled the low lit cave and finally woke Daniel from his fitful
slumber. The blue eyes popped open and he felt his pillow shift and shake
then he pressed himself up onto his hands and looked down. He'd been using
Jack's stomach as a pillow and his hair was now stuck to the side of his face
from perspiration. He touched Jack's
stomach and felt the sweat-slicked top and the heat within his sick friend
through the damp material. Jack writhed and continued to mutter in his
sleep, his head rocked side to side, as he grew more and more anguished. Daniel
gently shook the distressing man but Jack didn't awaken.
He wiped his forearm across the side of his head to dry the moisture there and
that made his long hair stick out on end. Again he tried to wake his
friend but Jack still muttered and rambled, but didn't wake. He thought he heard
Jack say he was thirsty so he crawled onto his hands and knees and went to find
some fruit. There was none of the purple fruit left - the one with the best
juice. He knew the tree was close by and decided that he had to go and get
some more, especially if Jack needed it. He picked up the leather jacket
and shrugged it on before he squatted and put some more wood into the fire to
keep it burning. He looked down and saw how flushed Jack's face was now
and realized he had to hurry. Quickly he slipped out of the cave and into
the thick shrubbery in front of the cave entrance.
The night air was cold and it tingled across his warm face. Jack's heat
had caused his own body temperature to increase and now he started to shiver
violently as he pushed his way through unseen leaves and bushes. He
remembered the one with the furry underside, the one that made him itch badly
earlier, and hoped there weren't any of those on his trek. He walked into
on low hanging branch, and it slapped hard across his face, causing him to
flinch and double over in pain as he gripped his still-tender nose. He
swallowed the curses that wanted to rip from his body then he held his hands out
in front of him a little higher to prevent that from happening again.
As he neared the area he thought the tree was he heard the sound of something
move in behind him. His heart stopped for a moment then he held his
breath. The sound happened again, this time slightly closer and more to
the side. He hands reached for the tree and he picked one, then two,
pieces of fruit from the branch and tucked one each into the pockets on his
thighs..
With his ears strained to hear
more sounds he quietly made his way back towards the cave under the blanket of
the night. He hoped that the aliens had no better vision in the inky
blackness than he himself had. With the keenness of a bat he honed in on
the opening of the cave then he started
down the long passages, across the first wide clearing then the second, took the
left fork and continued into the guts of the cave to where Jack was fitfully
sleeping. He crept beside his friend and bit into the rind of the purple
fruit before he crushed the roundness within his fist and pulped it for Jack.
“Here,” he whispered quietly as he eased his hand under the silver-covered
head and sat Jack up slightly. He tilted the fruit and let the
purple-tainted liquid drip into his slackened mouth. Trails dribbled down the
stubble-covered chin as Jack thrashed his head first one way then the other,
almost making it impossible for Daniel to hold him. “Jack,” he hissed
quietly to him to stop moving but the incoherent man was too lost in his lunacy
to hear him.
Daniel’s jaw ached by the time he finished squeezing the last of the fruit
juice into the partly opened mouth. He’d been clenching it in determination as
he tried to pour more liquid into the loose-lipped mouth than onto the chin and
throat. He wasn’t sure he was all that successful and now his head
thumped into the bargain! His fingers tried to mop up the spillage but it
was tacky and the stubble only numbed Daniel's fingertips. He carefully lowered
Jack’s head down against the rock again and the unintelligible man mumbled and
hissed then seemed to grow quiet a moment before he yelped loudly with pain.
Daniel jumped at the loud, sudden noise and he tried to cover Jack’s lips in
the vain attempt to silence him. The older man settled and Daniel
cautiously shifted his fingers away. Again Jack cried out and the noise
ricocheted off the cave walls. Daniel cringed as he reached forward and
placed his palm over Jack’s mouth, muffling him again.
“Please, Jack! You’ll get us
both killed!” Daniel pleaded quietly with him as he tried patting his chest to
settle him some more.
After a while Jack settled and his thrashing ceased too. Daniel,
heavy-eyed by now, shifted against the side of his friend and laid his head upon
Jack’s warm chest. He lifted his face, checked on the sleeping man one
final time, then he draped his arm over his waist and tucked his leg across
Jack’s, trying to absorb as much of the body heat off the fevered man as he
could in order to stave off the cold night air and help him sleep.
*
Graham stepped into Philip’s bedroom and stood like a parent, watching the
gentle rise and fall of the sleeping man's chest, taking solace in the simple
act. He moved over to the bed and gently tugged the blanket up over the
bare torso then he skimmed the backs of his fingers over the sharp jaw line as a
smile tugged his lips. He knew this was a memory well to replace the
other, more violent and fearful one he had harbored since discovering the wasted
form of his brother, naked on the bed just a week ago. He moved over to
the window and knelt one knee into the deep recess as he peered up at the night
sky. Somewhere out there he knew Daniel was, but he didn't know where and
he had no idea if he was safe. He couldn't even allow himself to imagine
what would happen if he never came home again, that thought was too impossible
for him and he shuddered at the mere idea of it.
Quietly he eased back out of the
window and crossed the room and left as silently as he'd arrived.
*
It was some hours later that Daniel was again awakened by Jack’s movements.
This time the older man was panting harshly, like a dog that had run many miles,
and he muttered incessantly under his breath. Daniel’s head shot up and
he looked around the cave, trying to ascertain what had woken him. When he
realized he was covered in sweat from where his body touched Jack’s he
eased himself back away and then wiped away the wetness from his face and
throat. Worry etched his own craggy face as he stared down at his friend
who was now almost beet red even in the dim light of the cave. Daniel
wished he’d gotten more fruit the night before because now he was parched,
probably dried out by the sweating, and he needed to drink. He pushed up
onto his hands and knees then onto his feet. He watched Jack the whole
time that he got up then he saw the way the clothing clung in wet patches to
Jack ’s body. He sucked back a deep breath, wondering if he should leave
Jack when he was obviously so ill, or if he should stay and try to make him as
comfortable as he could in his final few hours.
“D’n’l?” came the soft, dry gasp. Instantly Daniel was on his
knees and his ear was pressed to Jack’s lips. “W’t’r.”
Daniel sat back on his haunches and nodded. “I’ll go and get more fruit..
I won’t be long, Jack!” He reached out and gently squeezed his friend’s
shoulder but that must have inflicted some pain because Jack moaned and flinched
at the contact. Daniel yanked his hand away as if he’d scolded
himself then he got to his feet once more and left the cave, determined to race
out and get the fruit and be back before anything bad could happen to Jack.
As he exited the cave he looked up. Pink streaked the sky of royal blue
and a fuzzy light lit the forest in the early hours of that morning. He moved
between the cold, damp leaves of the trees and bushes and wondered how many more
mornings they’d have to be there, no longer living but merely struggling to
survive. He swallowed down hot tears of frustration and his throat burned
from dryness as he pushed through the thick foliage.
He reached the tree and took a moment to marvel at his ability to have found
this in the dead of the night. He started to stuff his pockets with as
many fruits as he could fit in. While he was busy breaking the wicks that
held the fruit to the tree he missed the sound of footfalls behind him the first
time they happened.
He didn’t miss them the second time though. He’d paused in his action
to tug a purple fruit from the tree when he heard the sound - Feet scuffling the
leaves on the forest floor. Daniel’s heart leapt into his throat as he
froze to the spot, unable to do anything but listen as the sound grew
closer, and closer.
He slowly eased down into a squat
and searched around his feet for something – anything – that could be a
weapon for him. Anything hard and preferably long so that the assailant
didn't need to get too close - then he gripped it firmly in a white-knuckled
hold and rose again, ready for the
inevitable!
He closed his eyes and listened
hard. There it was again. Soft but definitely closer this time!
Daniel knew he wasn't going to be able to run fast enough to get away, and he
wouldn't know which way to go anyway. Back to the cave would only lead the alien
to Jack and he had to avoid that at all costs.
He heard the soft footfall behind him and he involuntarily swallowed. The
scrap of dirt was barely audible in the still air, but it was there. He
took a deep breath, raised the branch high over his head and turned as he
brought the heavy bough down with all the effort he could muster in his own
weakened state.
The branch never reached its unseen target though. It was stopped - held hard in
a firm grip.
Daniel's eyes sprung opened and he expected to feel the strike at any time.
Silence stretched forever but within a split second he heard, "Daniel
Jackson?"
His voice ripped from his body with a harsh expel of air. "Teal'c?"
"JacobCarter! Martouf! Over here! I have found DanielJackson!"
Teal'c's deep voice echoed through the forest. Daniel - dumbstruck by the
unexpected encounter - swayed on his legs then the world went black for
him.
*
Philip laughed as he watched the shabby man stumble into the kitchen then
grimace at the smell of food cooking. Blood-shot eyes scanned the mess of
eggshells, orange peels devoid of juice that filled a small jug nearby and the
empty bacon wrapper on the counter without expression. No words passed the dry
lips as the older man tugged lethargically on the door of the refrigerator and
reached in for the iced water inside. Silently he poured himself a glass and
downed it in one large gulp before he refilled the glass and drank the second
lot almost as quickly.
Philip was still smiling when Graham half-filled the glass for the third time
then put the jug back onto the shelf and kicked the door closed with his knee.
“And good morning to you!” The artist teased the half-dead man.
Daggers speared from the bloodshot eyes now then Graham finished the drink, his
breath frosted the inside of the glass before he placed it upside down onto the
stainless steel sink.
"Would be, if it started
later!" The hung-over, faintly bearded man groused as he turned and
surveyed the mess on the counter once more, again without comment.
"Are you even sober yet?" Philip chuckled as he flipped the eggs
within the square pan.
"Have to be," Graham muttered as he glanced up at the clock on the
wall above the stove. "I have to be at work in an hour!"
"Work? Yikes!" The cook commented this time as he flipped the
strips of bacon in the sizzling pan. "Sure glad it's you and not
me!"
"I'm going to shower!” Graham mumbled as he shuffled his bare feet out of the cold kitchen and through the low-pile carpet in the living room, then onto the freezing cold tiles in the small bathroom. Philip heard his yelp and curse from the next room and grinned to himself as he shook his head.
The old pipes shuddered behind
the wall as Graham cranked on the hot water then the noise settled when he
tempered that water with some cold. Philip lifted his eyes to the clock
above the stove and wondered if he'd hear from Jack sometime today.
He continued to cook the breakfast then when it was ready he went into the
living room and banged the back of his fist against the closed bathroom door.
"You awake in there?"
"Yeah!" Came the groggy response and Philip wondered if he hadn’t
drifted off to sleep under the steamy spray.
"Well get that ass of yours
out here and eat this food before it goes cold!"
There was a low moan from behind the white wooden door. "I couldn't
possibly!"
"Yes, you have to! Especially if you have to work today! You'd
better keep your strength in case you run into you-know-who!"
The door swung open and a bleary eyed Graham stood before him in nothing more than a white towel around his waist, dogtags against his hairy chest and shaving foam on his face. "I knew I shouldn't have told you!"
Philip chortled and said, "You're kidding, right? I'm so totally
blown away by that news! I'm so excited for you - and him!"
Graham gave his brother the best glare he could muster under the circumstances
before he shook his head and went back to the sink where he returned to his
shaving. Philip folded his arms and he leaned his shoulder against the
doorframe. "Did he really say that?" He asked in a barely
concealed squeal.
Graham frowned at his own
reflection as he wondered what his brother was talking about. He knew WHO
he was talking about – due to his drunken state he’d confessed more to his
brother than he would have willingly shared with him in a sober state. One
such home truth was the revelation that he and Daniel had finally resumed their
relationship. Confessing to that had
almost been the death of him, however, as Philip had hugged him so tightly
around the neck that Graham was sure he’d asphyxiate before the man would
release him. They talked for over an hour until Graham had insisted he needed to
go to bed and get some sleep before daybreak. The abrupt ending of their tête-à-tête
had disappointed Philip but he reluctantly let his brother go to bed.
Now Graham tilted his chin up and placed the razor at the base of his throat as
he grumbled under his breath, "Oh, God.. what did I tell you he said to
me?"
Philip chortled then, with a soft, dramatic sigh he held his hand over his heart
and said, "That you were a mystery to him and that you intrigue him like
nothing else ever has.."
The older brother screwed his eyes shut tightly then he gave a squeak that
Philip knew to be acknowledgement. The young man bounced up and down on
the spot as he applauded excitedly. "I love it!"
Graham gave a withering groan as
he leaned his hands onto the edge of the vanity and bowed his head. "Shoot
me now!" He muttered as he slotted his eyes and gave his brother a
sideways glare. After Philip chuckled some more Graham lifted his face and
mopped up the leftover shaving cream with a warm facecloth. He reached in and
drained the sink then Philip rushed in and hugged him across the back.
"I'm so happy for you, Grae!" he said then he pulled back and met his
brother's eyes. Despite the antics of the exuberant man Graham could see
the genuine excitement that Philip bubbled with because of this news.
"Thanks, bro," he said,
ruffling his hand into the long, black mane. "Now if you'll excuse
me.."
As he pushed past him Philip asked, "If you see Jack, can you ask him to
phone me?"
Graham stopped at his door and looked at his brother.
"Please?" Philip added
with a timid smile.
Graham blinked a few times then pressed his hand on his door as he said, "I
promise you, the minute I see him I'll tell him that."
Philip's smile grew and he said, "Thanks. Now hurry up and dress!
Your bacon will be cold!" He threw those instructions over his shoulder as
he went back into the kitchen.
"I can't believe you actually cooked breakfast!" Graham called out
from the bedroom as he hopped first on one leg then the other to pull his pants
on.
"Can you believe it!
And I didn't burn it either.. well, not all of it anyway!"
Graham's head appeared around the edge of the bedroom door.
"Oh?"
Philip popped his head out of the kitchen door. "Bacon's meant to be
crispy, right?"
The older brother rolled his eyes then went back to getting dressed.
*
Daniel groaned as he rolled onto his side. His eyes flickered open and he
stared at the sideways room paneled in strange, yet somehow familiar, blue-gray
walls. He struggled to sit up with shaky arms but part way up he was
surprised to feel strong arms go under his arms and assist him upright. He
turned and looked into Teal'c's dark eyes.
"It is good to see you again, Daniel," the deep voice was a gentle
lull.
"I.. don't..?" Daniel frowned and shook his head. He tried to
swallow and gripped his sore throat because it hurt so much.
Teal'c handed him a canteen with
water and told him, "You must take small sips only," as he helped the
shaking man lift it to his lips.
Daniel did as he was told, and took only a small sip of the cool liquid, then he
passed the canteen back and nodded weakly. "Thanks. How did you find
us?"
"The TokRa were aware of the Aliens which took you, they have encountered
them before."
"How did you know to fly there?" He rasped out, his hand still at his
throat.
"They were unsuccessful in locating the world within the Gate system but
they were aware of the physical address. While we have traveled to you
MajorCarter and the others were attempting to make the gate coordinates
work.."
"That explains the MALP."
Teal'c nodded. "When we located the Stargate, and the MALP, we knew
they had been successful. We were unaware if they had already saved you so
we started to look around for some form of indication. Before we left
MajorCarter had told her father that she would tie a ribbon around the gate, but
there was no ribbon, Daniel."
The younger man frowned but remained silent.
"However, CaptainHopskins of SG-9 noticed your sign and we knew that you
were definitely upon that planet.."
"The chevron on the gate was
broken. If they'd come via the gate we'd have all been stranded."
"Apparently so," Teal'c said solemnly.
"How long were you there? Did you encounter any of the aliens?"
"None. We were there many hours but mostly it was dark. We
searched briefly upon our arrival but without means to light the forest we could
not continue, so at first light we went out again. This was when we
located the Stargate, CaptainHopskins saw your note and I noticed the marks in
the earth in front of the gate. Something heavy had been dragged into the
bushes."
Daniel nodded now. "Yes. One of the aliens killed another one and I
stole the carcass.." He looked a little ashamed as he admitted, "We
needed food, and the skin would have provided us with warmth."
Teal'c's eyes moved down to Daniel's scantily clad torso, covered in dried
blood. "So it would seem." He lifted his gaze and held Daniel's
eyes. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Daniel, you merely did what
was necessary to survive."
The anthropologist shook his head. "I butchered another life-form,
Teal'c," he said in a soft, harsh whisper, full of regret. "A
sentient being."
"They are a formidable enemy. Despite their appearance, they have weaponry and they have a means with which to penetrate our iris. The fact that their Stargate is now damaged may well be a good thing for Earth. Perhaps it is best that they cannot come through, if we cannot keep them out."
"That is if we assume they
don't have the technology to fix the gate themselves."
"Would they have killed one of their own if the mistake was a simple one to
rectify?" He asked with an arch of his brow. Daniel’s mouth flapped
open but he said nothing. “Besides,” the Jaffa continued, “SG-9
damaged the DHD and the Stargate even more to prevent a quick repair.”
Daniel considered that thought a moment then he shifted on the bed, tugging the
blanket around his shoulders as he started to shiver.
"Are you all right,
Daniel?" Teal'c's voice was soft and full of concern for his ex-lover.
The blue eyes focused on him slowly.
"May take a minute," he muttered. Teal'c placed his arm across
his shoulders and gently eased him to lean against his chest. Daniel gave
in to the action and sighed as his head touched the strong, broad body.
"Why the hell did they come
through in the first place?" Daniel mumbled to himself.
"They are hunters. The TokRa have lost operatives to them before."
As Teal'c spoke his deep voice vibrated through his body and Daniel, with his
face pressed against the black t-shirt covered chest, felt the vibrations in his
cheek. There was something comforting about the sensation. He
briefly
recalled sitting with Teal’c on his sofa, listening to the sound of his voice
rumble through his body as he spoke. Then a flash of falling asleep in his
arms after they'd made love came to mind. He shivered and pushed himself
up right again then avoided looking into the dark eyes he knew would
be watching him in puzzlement.
If Teal'c was perplexed by the
action he didn't sound like it as he continued on to say, "You were taken
to be hunted, killed then eaten, Daniel."
Daniel's mouth dropped open as he stared at his friend. "I thought
they were just animals but-" He shook his head at himself - "Of course
they couldn't have been! They shot at us the minute we came through. God!
What was I thinking!" He covered his face with his hands.
Teal'c laid his hand on his shoulder. "Daniel?"
With a derisive snort the younger man looked at him and said, "I had a
pointed stick! How was *that* going to field off their weapons?”
Teal'c arched his brow but Daniel shook his head again and looked down at his
hands in his lap. After a moment he asked, "Why didn't they come
after us?"
"I do not understand," Teal'c said.
"They didn't come after us. We hid in a cave but they didn't come after us.
They knew we were unarmed. Jack left the gun on the dais at the gate, but
it was gone when I went back there later. They let us get away and we
managed to hide from them. Why? If the object of the whole thing was
to hunt and kill us?”
“I believe they do not hunt the wounded. You were probably free to go
until you were strong enough to be a formidable opponent, then they would have
hunted you.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. So they would never have harmed Jack, it seemed.
After a soft, throat-clearing cough, Daniel told him, “I went out on my own to
get water and I heard one of them in the bushes. I hid for hours.."
He stopped talking, wet his lips, shot his gaze sideways for a second then he
shook his head and stared down at his nervous hands in his lap.
“Can I see Jack?”
“Not at the moment,” Teal’c told him. The younger man was about to
ask why when the door slid open and Jacob Carter entered the room. His
smile was bright and it allayed some of Daniel's fears about Jack.
"Nice to see you awake!" Jacob said.
"How long was I asleep for?"
"A little over three hours." The older man looked at Teal'c then
Daniel.
“Three hours!” The blue eyes grew wide with surprise.
“I guess you needed it,” Jacob said with a shrug. "How do you
feel now?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest," he muttered as he tucked his hands
beneath his thighs.
"That's understandable, you've been through a lot! That nose looks
painful!"
Daniel remembered his own injuries and tenderly touched his nose.
"It's not broken, I don't think."
Jacob smiled at him. "Well, despite that good news, you're sporting a pair
of lovely shiners there, Dr Jackson!"
Daniel grimaced. "How's Jack doing?"
The General's smile dimmed considerably. Again his eyes shifted to Teal'c
then back to Daniel. "I'll be honest with you, he's in a bad
way."
Daniel growled to himself and
shook his head. "Dammit! I did everything I could. It wasn't
enough!"
"Major What's-his-name.."
"Hansen," Teal'c offered.
Jacob nodded then went on, "Hansen, of the SG-9 team has been tending to
him. The guy's a field medic or something."
"Is he awake? Can I see him?" Daniel asked, already pushing himself
off the bed.
Teal'c put his hand on his shoulder and eased him back onto the bed.
"He is resting."
"As you should be!" Jacob said.
Daniel shook his head adamantly.
"I want to be with Jack!"
"When he wakes up I'll come and tell you. How's that?"
Daniel didn't look convinced but he nodded, regardless. "How long
before we get back to earth?"
"Not long. We're flying to the nearest world that we know of that has
a gate on it and you can use SG-9's GDO to open Earth's Iris."
Daniel looked hopeful. "So, how long?"
Teal'c informed him, "As there is still some considerable distance to the
nearest world, it will take us almost four more hours."
“Four hours?" Daniel's heart fell. "Does Jack have that
long?"
Jacob met the worried eyes. "He's going to have to," he said solemnly.
Daniel rolled his eyes then sighed. Jacob patted Daniel's arm then dipped
his head and got up to go back out to Martouf.
Daniel looked at his quiet companion and asked, "Teal'c?"
The Jaffa met his worried eyes. "You should rest, Daniel. You
are not well and you need to grow stronger."
The ailing man gripped the thick,
brown arm in a tight fist. "Tell me! Is Jack all right?"
"He is all right," Teal'c said as he gently laid his friend back once
more. "Now rest! We will awaken you when the time comes."
Daniel's heart stopped thumping so hard in his throat then he settled back
against the bed he was in. His hand slipped down his friend’s
well-muscled arm until it flopped across his own stomach. Slowly his eyes
closed and he drifted off to sleep.
*
Sam settled herself onto the chair beside Graham's at the Gate Control Console.
She passed him a cup of steaming coffee.
"Did you even go and have
lunch?" she chastised him quietly as she watched his eyes scanning the
display before him in the hope that something would show up on it and indicate
that the missing men were safe.
"Hi Pot, I'm kettle," he mumbled to himself as he blindly reached for
the white foam cup and took a tentative sip of the hot liquid.
"Thanks."
She nodded. "Don't mention it," she said as she started to watch the
read out as well.
"If they actually made it to this other world, just say," Graham said
and shrugged as she looked his way. "How much longer do you
think?"
Sam tilted her head and lifted a shoulder. “I guess.. Dad said it would
take a day and a half to get there so it stands to reason that it will take a
day and a half to get back again too, doesn’t it?”
The lieutenant shrugged without giving that any thought. “How long
before they are within radio contact?”
“Within six hours of earth,” she told him.
The young man sighed heavily. “So we’re looking at what? Another
twenty hours before we may or may not know something, right?”
Sam pulled a face as she shrugged too. “Give or take.”
He sipped his drink but his eyes never left the display in front of him. Sam
watched him a moment more then she got up, patted his shoulder and told him,
“I’ll be in my lab if you need me.”
“Yeah,” he muttered then said, “Thanks for the coffee.”
“Sure,” she said before leaving him to his work.
Graham shuddered then pulled himself from his thoughts. He pushed his
chair back and got to his feet then he went over to the phone. He punched
in his home phone number and waited. It rang a few times then Philip
answered it.
“Hey, it’s me,” he said solemnly down the line. “I’ve got some
bad news for you.” He waited then licked his lips. “Jack’s been
pulled away. He’s had to go on a mission and we’re not sure when
he’s due to come back.” He closed his eyes then rubbed his thumb and
fingers into his tired sockets.
“Yeah, I know. But he didn’t have time to call you, that’s why I’m doing
it now.” He sighed and checked over his shoulder. No one seemed to be
listening, or even near enough to hear. “Maybe in about twenty- twenty
four hours, but it’s not a given, okay?” He rubbed the back of his neck and
tried to press out the knot in his muscles. “I just thought you ought to
know right away. He’s okay though, but he just had to leave, really
suddenly.” With a wry snort and a faint smile he said, “No, I know. I
don’t think I’m going to like getting used to it either but I guess it’s
the price we pay
for it, huh?” He bowed his head and lightly tapped his booted toe
against the wall. “Yeah, he is with him.” He paused to listen then
said, “Good, I’m glad to hear that. Look, I have to go, okay?
Just thought I should tell you so you didn’t keep expecting a call from him
today.” He closed his eyes and hated the lie he was making up. “Sure.
I’ll see you for dinner.” He checked his watch. “About six. See you!” He
hung up the receiver then returned to his chair.
He dropped down into the springy seat heavily before he picked up his worksheet
and looked it over. He started to punch in some numbers on the keyboard in
front of him when Colonel Jefferson entered the control room.
“Lieutenant Simmons,” he said
as he stepped in behind him. “Is the gate ready for the Go?”
The dark haired man nodded. “Yes , Sir! I just set the perimeters
and once you give me the word I’ll start dialing in the chevrons.”
The colonel gave him a curt nod and ordered, “Do it.”
Graham’s long fingers swiftly raced across the bone-white keys as he dialed up
the address for SG-6’s next mission. Soon the gate burst to life and the
team passed on through. Graham barely flinched when the bright light
blinked out in the room in front of him. His focus was miles away.
Many miles away!
<End of Part 91>
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