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Summary: This is a Romance that started out as a PWP. It's about how three people in love who come
to terms with the love and friendship between them, what they can and are
willing to accept from it, and learn that the relationship has its own set of
joys and advantages. It is Not
slash. There are some things that I hope
you'll find funny and if you do then, they did their job. There are some touching scenes, and if they
touch you then they did their job. All
in all it's just a little romance and it's only real plot is getting the three
of them together in the end. This is a
Romance with some Erotic scenes near the end.
It is a threesome. It is Not
Slash. There is no male/male interaction
in a sexual context. I study the friendship angle of the M/M relationship, not
the sexual angle. I hope you enjoy it.
Rating: M+ or NC-17
whichever you know.
February 15, 2006
Chains of Gold
By Pagan Twylight
Prologue
Dr. Janet Fraiser looked at the full
locker of meds and bandages, and smiled.
She’d never seen anything like it before. For some unknown reason, for the past three
weeks, not one team had returned with so much as a scrape or an itch. No unidentified rashes, no cuts, gouges,
punctures, broken bones, sprains; not even a headache had been reported to the
medical infirmary.
Looking once more at the completely
full cupboards and shelves, she shivered slightly. “A
goose walk over your grave?” That’s
what her grandma would’ve said. Then
she’d slyly whisper, “Or a ghost giving
you a premonition, girl? That’s what I’d
be believin’ if it was me.” She
shook her head. Superstitious
nonsense. Surely, she’d outgrown it by
now.
She turned around and looked at the
shelves on the other side of the room.
It was the same story there.
These shelves were never this tidy and this full. She looked closer. Why in the world did they have so much
epinephrine and atropine on hand?
Surgical kits were sterilized and ready, as were, scrubs and gowns. In fact, everything they could possibly need
in an emergency, she’d even go so far as to say, an extreme emergency was waiting quietly until it was needed. She shivered again. It was the waiting part of that thought that
she didn’t like. She turned slowly,
looking completely around the room.
The same story was told everywhere in
the room. It was almost as if the entire
infirmary was readying itself for something.
Not just this room either. Every one
of the rooms in the medical bay area was like this. They were pristine and stocked with as much
as they would hold, with every thing from sheets to scalpels to water
glasses. Waiting. She walked over and checked the carts for
the gate room. When it came, she wanted
to be sure that they had everything that they needed. If it was big, they didn’t want to run out of
supplies before they could send for more.
She hoped that six would be enough.
She shook her head, chiding herself for
her crazy thoughts. Six. They usually only had four readied at any one
time. It was simply because they had
gone so long without any injuries, and it just seemed so odd. She was being ridiculous. She’d go to the mess hall and have some
coffee. Maybe find Daniel and Sam.
As she turned to leave, she saw the
stacks of cots filling one end of the infirmary. What, she wondered, are we supposed to do
with over two hundred cots? She didn’t
requisition them. Turned out that no one
had. There had been a mix up somewhere
else that didn’t have any room for them, and the SGC was the closest base with
storage where they could dump them.
Great. The Air Force at work.
Unscheduled off-world activation rang
through the halls of the SGC, as did the alarms, letting the people know that
whatever it was, it might not be good.
Janet Fraiser started motioning to her people and sending them out even
before they were called. She knew that
this one was for her. She didn’t know
how, who, or what it was; she just knew that this was why the infirmary was
spotless and completely ready for whatever came through the gate.
SG-1, on base for once, headed for the
control room and heard the gate technician telling the General, “It’s –it’s the
Tok’Ra, sir, and they are coming in hot! code –Emergency.” Sam was out of the room and headed for the
gate room, as soon as the word was out of his mouth, Daniel right behind
her.
The General’s “Open the Iris!” was
almost too late, as the technician’s hand was already down sending the signal
for the Tok’Ra to come through. The
general leaned over and used the microphone to alert the medical teams. His, “I want a med team to the gate room,
now!”, trailed off, as he saw that they were already there. He frowned.
There were several of them, in fact.
Not knowing what kind of emergency that
the Tok’Ra could possibly have, other than being under fire, which the code did
not show, he wasn’t sure what to have ready for them. A med team seemed superfluous for the Tok’Ra,
but you never knew. He headed to the
gate room, along with Jack and Teal’c.
As soon as the first one staggered through and collapsed, with his
comrade in his arms, they knew that it wasn’t good. Tok’Ra did not stumble through the gate and
collapse on your ramp. They walked through
the event horizon tall, strong, straight-backed, and confident. Yup.
This was not a good sign.
The second Tok’Ra through was Martouf,
and Sam caught him as his knees started to buckle. A medic took the Tok’Ra he carried from him,
and he then used Sam to steady himself and remain upright. “General Hammond, please allow me to give you
my information, as I do not know how long I will remain conscious. I am afraid that the poison is working on
Lantash, and thus on me, a great deal, and it is very hard to function,
although I believe that it is better since we left the tunnels.”
At the general’s nod he began and Sam
motioned Janet over, “Our entire base has been contaminated with a poison that
can be lethal to the symbiote, and thus the host, if they are not removed from
its presence. It is nontoxic to
unblended humans. We are affected
because we are blended, and our symbiotes are very ill right now. We believe it to be sabotage. It did not start in our labs, General
Hammond.”
Janet left, now knowing what she was
facing and able to give better orders and instructions.
“Anise became so upset about having the
poisons on the base that contained the living quarters that she put in alarms
for each of the different poisons. The
alarm for that particular poison would have gone off, if the poison was
released from our labs. It appears to
have been distributed through a new ventilation system that we were trying, and
therefore, it is widespread. As I said,”
he stressed, “the entire base is affected; there are several hundred Tok’Ra
either barely able to function, or completely unconscious, as you can see. Hopefully, they will be either brought or
sent through the gate to you.”
“As long as I am able to function, I
wish to return to the tunnels. There are
still Tok’Ra there, who did not get out, and if they are not removed, they will die. I must also contact the council. They are with Per’sus on Giaver, and they
must not, under any circumstances, return to the tunnels. If you will give me a writing implement I
will write out the address. Thank
you. There.”
“I will have to figure out a way to
decontaminate the tunnels as well, but that will be done later. I must remove the Tok’Ra from the tunnels
first, and that I must do as soon as our people have all been sent
through. When I left, there were still
some Tok’Ra that are like I am, and they went back in again, to attempt to
rescue more, but they will soon succumb themselves. I must return to help them, as soon as
possible.”
“Anise and Freya were the scientists
working on the poison, and they said that the Tau’ri had the correct type of
medical facilities to deal with this brand of poisoning, so that is why I have
brought them here. I did not know what
else to do, in the circumstances. I am
sorry if it is an inconvenience to you and your people.” Martouf said, somewhat stiffly, as he
suddenly realized that he had just thrust several hundred ill Tok’Ra onto an
ally, with no advance warning. Moreover,
one who was not all that familiar, or comfortable, with the Tok’Ra. He soon realized that he should not have
worried.
General Hammond shook his head. “Don’t worry about that, son. We’ll take care of it. If you can, get yourself down to the
infirmary. As soon as your people are all
sent through, I’ll get hazmat teams in there to get the rest of your people out
ASAP and start decontamination. We’ll do
everything we can, for your people. I’ll
send some SG teams to bring your council here, with strict instructions to zat
them, before they allow them to go anywhere, but here. That covers it all, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, and we’ll get the damn poisons out
of there, before anyone else gets their hands on them, or the information, that
you have on them. I’ll be sure to send
some experts along to get that out, too.
It will be put somewhere secure, until your people are ready to take
control of it again, I assure you.
Whoever this madman is, he won’t get a hold of it again as long as we
have it. Not unless he’s among the very
few that know where it is. That should
narrow your list of suspects considerably, if it happens again.”
“Now, you go on. You know how to get to
the infirmary; you don’t need an escort.
If we can’t trust you by now, we never will.”
“Thank you, General Hammond. I am very grateful for your generosity in
taking us in…”
“Martouf. There is no need to say anymore. You are our allies. If we needed a place to go, you would help
us. Now go on and get yourself taken
care of.”
“Yes, sir, I will.” Martouf nodded, smiled briefly, and started
for the infirmary, gathering others that could still walk and leading them,
since he did know where to go. He’d come
back for another group; it was the least that he could do, to help out the
obviously stretched personnel.
Janet Fraiser stepped into the
infirmary. There were bodies
everywhere. Alive bodies, but bodies
just the same. Her nurses and
technicians were almost running from one place another. She sighed realizing that they needed to call
in all of the off duty personnel. She
could already see that this was going to be a long, hard-fought battle.
Not long ago, this room had been neat
and tidy. So quietly waiting. All of those scrubs and gowns. The two hundred-plus cots. The over abundance of supplies and drugs. The emergency carts. The quietness of the past three weeks. She closed her eyes for one brief
moment. “It was the ghost, grandma.”
TBC
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